Post by Tantomile Rush on Dec 22, 2007 20:45:45 GMT -5
Character's name: Tantomile Rush ((Tahn-toe-mee-lay))
Nicknames: Few call her this, but, Millie. Coricopat will sometimes refer to her as Mila, but it is an affectionate, feminine gesture that Tantomile will only accept from her daemon.
Species: Witch
Gender: Female
Age and birthdate: She is 216 years old, born on February 19, 1634.
Physical appearance: Blond curls and a pointed nose, Tantomile has electric blue eyes and very petite figure. She looks almost mouse like in some ways, though that is not to say that she appears meek at all. She's startling in her beauty, though a three inch long scar runs from the top of her shoulderblade downwards, hidden beneath her clothing. Willowy and exceptionally tall, she prefers dark colors and is considered by many to be unapproachable.
Special abilities: Tantomile has a way with female animals, able to make them do practically anything she wants. This ability extends to children and some adults, though her pull on them is weaker. If a person has a particularily powerful male daemon, it is unlikely that Tantomile will be able to sway them, and vice-versa. The same applies to a person who is strong-willed. Those of a weak mind or heart are vulnerable to her, however.
Likes: Tantomile likes to speak with no more than three people at a time. She enjoys being barefoot, and sweet smelling things entice her. Also, the spray of the sea is something that she doesn't mind in the least. She believes strongly in loyalty and would never betray her first in command, Nova, or her Queen, Dominique, for anything.
Dislikes: Egotistical people, fire, emotional weakness, and the male population as a whole. She despises both her parents and the only man she can really stand to put up with is her distant cousin, whom she never sees. Which is perhaps why she can put up with him in the first place: He's never there.
Fears: Though she would love for people to believe that she is fearless, large fires frighten her, as well as places that contain no life. She has the secret fear of being unable to reach her daemon, Coricopat, and dislikes parting from her, though she is able.
Interests: Human history amuses her, though she sees it more as a sitcom than anything else. She often takes peculiar notice in the goings on of people, and she is not as disconnected from humans as others of her species.
Personality: Tantomile appears unapproachable and rarely smiles. This is misleading, as she is really quite a worthy friend. She prefers associating with only the female population and will not speak to a male unless it benefits her, cold and indifferent to them. Tantomile is especially good with children, girl or boy, because they are, on the whole, unable to resist introducing themselves to her, and she is friendly towards most of them. Those that are close to her, (a very few), understand that she has secret wells of passion and understanding. It would take the right person to tap into those reserves, and not many have managed. She is polite to her superiors regardless of gender, but she is hopelessly bigoted against the opposite sex and avoids them as much as possible. When with those that she sees as friends, Tantomile shows a great propensity for sarcastic humor.
Daemon's name: Coricopat
Species: Wolf
Gender: Female
Appearance: Coricopat is a black wolf with yellow eyes and a very shaggy, thick coat. Her nose is a shiney ebony just like her body, and she too has a scar that marrs her sleek physique, running from her right shoulder blade down her bony back. Her snout is extremely long and narrow, and her body is honed. She can go on alone, but is often seen with her human instead, as though to offer companionship.
Personality: Coricopat differs from Tantomile in one very obvious fashion...she sees nothing wrong with the male gender. Still, Coricopat understands Tantomile's need to avoid mention of the topic and does not bring it up, though the wolf will ocassionally sneak off to mix with other daemons that differ from her. Coricopat is friendly yet at the same time unapproachable due to her massive size and dark complexion. When she speaks, her voice is deep and matured like fine dark chocolate. Like her companion Tantomile, Coricopat is good with young children, because they do not judge on first sight appearances.
Family lineage: Tantomile ascended directly from a long line of Witches, though her last name Rush is a pseudonym of sorts. She loathes her parentage and prefers to not discuss her family line. However, this can often be unavoidable in higher Witch society, since Witches all seem to know one another and one another's family problems.
History: Tantomile grew up as an only child, raised by two very high-ranking Witches. They taught her the ways of her society like any good parents would, but there was always something missing from them, a crucial element that a child of any race would desire. Love was never a word thrown around very lightly in the Gaelian household, so Tantomile learned to find it in her loyal daemon Coricopat.
When she was nine, she was already different from the other children, more removed from group time than any of them were. Her parents were proud that she had grown up so quickly. At eleven she spent most of her time outside, playing with animals that were certainly not her own daemon. Her parents discouraged this, because it was only a matter of time in their eyes before Tantomile accidentally touched another Witch's wandering companion. The price for this intrusion would be severe, they had tried to explain, but Tantomile had ignored their rules. She liked animals, and there wasn't a thing that they could do about it. Besides, she persisted, she could tell whether or not they were Daemon just by whispering to them.
Teenage years came and went in a rush, and it was but a blink of an eye that she was in her fifties, and very much loathsome of the rules her parents had set down. She was in love, they had decided. In love with a human named Alex Cravin. It was not allowed. Not in her species, not in her house, not in her family. She was a pureblood Witch, and she would give birth to a pureblood Witch. It was then that Tantomile learned how to truly hate the people she was related to.
That December, Tantomile fled from her home and her family. Alex Cravin was not the only reason that she had to get away...she had been struggling against discrimination for her entire life. For one, Coricopat was a freak of nature. Two females? How unblanced, her peers and elders had said. How unusual. Her fascination with animals too caused a few heads to turn. To top it off, there were rumors of her infatuation among her tribe, whispers that she had crossed illegal boundaries...
That very night, she recieved her scar. Father Gaelian hunted her down, flying alongside her and tearing her out of the sky, causing her to tumble amongst the trees. Coricopat, having been running below her, raced to cushion the fall. On the ground, Tantomile found her father and his daemon Narcissticae, both baring their teeth. The great striped behemoth of a tiger ripped into Coricopat easily, pinning her down with a graceful roar and a flick of her paw. Rooted to the spot, Tantomile had been forced allow her father to grab her and hiss threats into her ear, forced to board his broomstick in his hopes of flying her away.
Then, the tables had turned and Coricopat lashed out at Narcissticae with a snarl, scrambling away and catching one long claw down her back, dragging through her flesh. Tantomile felt that pain and never forgot it. She was able to escape that night, but she would never fully heal.
Estranged from her family, she was still a focused member of the Witch council, and relied heavily on her friendship to a soon-to-be famous Witch named Arethria, or Nova as the girl referred to be called. Though she would never admit it, she suffered immensely when Nova was sent away on a mission to the North that surely would end in death, but she kept her head up and her eyes forward, as alert as possible. All around her, the men in high Witch society conspired to take political power, and through exceedingly hard work, Tantomile rose in rank, flourishing under the pressure. Another Witch named Dominique Ampria became something of a confidant for her during this time, and Tantomile grew hesitantly fond of her.
When Nova returned, the celebrations were short for Tantomile. At last somebody competent and worthy would be taking the power away from the greedy traitors that she'd been battling since day one! But Nova would not be staying to rule over the Witches, and Tantomile was forced to say a very hard goodbye to a friend that she'd waited for for years, only to loose again. Between them, they decided that Dominique was not only capable, but necessary. Tantomile persuaded the surprised Witch to take control, and her relentless position as second-in-command to the Queen of the Witches began.
Now, she's more determined than ever and involved in a very important mission to recover a child. She harbors a secret hope that, on this journey they are about to all embark on, somewhere along the line she will meet Nova again. However, her focus lies on Dominique, whose nightmares have been growing worse. It's a long hard road that they're about to embark on, and they'll need all the help they can get.
Role-play sample:Staring resolutely forward, Nessaria suddenly looked like a bucket of ice water had been poured down her spine, and her eyes widened. Kaze's fingers wrapped around hers, and she shot a glance downwards at their locked hands and then back up again, as though embarrassed of her own prying gaze. Her blush became a very deep rose, but though she continued to stare forward in an almost military style, her own fingers laced with Kaze's.
For most of her life she had taught herself never to give in to tender emotions like sadness, fear, or love. It was simply not in her nature to openly display very much affection, so at this moment, she felt very out of stride indeed. However, she did not pull back or push him away. The contact was a hidden thing, both hands pressed between their two sides, and Nessa felt a burst of comfort connected to it. Demeter purred, and Nessaria became so involved with the sensation that, though she was staring forward with apparently rapt attention, she heard nothing. It wasn't until Evelyn finished introducing herself that Nessaria came back into focus.
"A very warm welcome to you all. And you, my dear? What is your name?"
Dr. Schrute grinned wide-eyed and expectantly towards Winter, and Nessaria too turned her attention there, ignoring the speed of her own pulse.
Custom title: Living Scar
Celebrity claim: Diane Neal
Previous roles you have played: Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Fleur Delacour, Abigail from Blade III, various roles from The Illusionist, tons of self created characters, and much much more that I am forgetting to mention.
Code word: *Has been modified by staff*
Other: I have a life off the computer. I'll try to check on at least three times a week, but I can't commit any more time to this. Kayz? Kayz.
((See here for all icon credit. I'm horrible at graphics, truly. I snagged these from somebody else.
community.livejournal.com/svu_icons/))
Nicknames: Few call her this, but, Millie. Coricopat will sometimes refer to her as Mila, but it is an affectionate, feminine gesture that Tantomile will only accept from her daemon.
Species: Witch
Gender: Female
Age and birthdate: She is 216 years old, born on February 19, 1634.
Physical appearance: Blond curls and a pointed nose, Tantomile has electric blue eyes and very petite figure. She looks almost mouse like in some ways, though that is not to say that she appears meek at all. She's startling in her beauty, though a three inch long scar runs from the top of her shoulderblade downwards, hidden beneath her clothing. Willowy and exceptionally tall, she prefers dark colors and is considered by many to be unapproachable.
Special abilities: Tantomile has a way with female animals, able to make them do practically anything she wants. This ability extends to children and some adults, though her pull on them is weaker. If a person has a particularily powerful male daemon, it is unlikely that Tantomile will be able to sway them, and vice-versa. The same applies to a person who is strong-willed. Those of a weak mind or heart are vulnerable to her, however.
Likes: Tantomile likes to speak with no more than three people at a time. She enjoys being barefoot, and sweet smelling things entice her. Also, the spray of the sea is something that she doesn't mind in the least. She believes strongly in loyalty and would never betray her first in command, Nova, or her Queen, Dominique, for anything.
Dislikes: Egotistical people, fire, emotional weakness, and the male population as a whole. She despises both her parents and the only man she can really stand to put up with is her distant cousin, whom she never sees. Which is perhaps why she can put up with him in the first place: He's never there.
Fears: Though she would love for people to believe that she is fearless, large fires frighten her, as well as places that contain no life. She has the secret fear of being unable to reach her daemon, Coricopat, and dislikes parting from her, though she is able.
Interests: Human history amuses her, though she sees it more as a sitcom than anything else. She often takes peculiar notice in the goings on of people, and she is not as disconnected from humans as others of her species.
Personality: Tantomile appears unapproachable and rarely smiles. This is misleading, as she is really quite a worthy friend. She prefers associating with only the female population and will not speak to a male unless it benefits her, cold and indifferent to them. Tantomile is especially good with children, girl or boy, because they are, on the whole, unable to resist introducing themselves to her, and she is friendly towards most of them. Those that are close to her, (a very few), understand that she has secret wells of passion and understanding. It would take the right person to tap into those reserves, and not many have managed. She is polite to her superiors regardless of gender, but she is hopelessly bigoted against the opposite sex and avoids them as much as possible. When with those that she sees as friends, Tantomile shows a great propensity for sarcastic humor.
Daemon's name: Coricopat
Species: Wolf
Gender: Female
Appearance: Coricopat is a black wolf with yellow eyes and a very shaggy, thick coat. Her nose is a shiney ebony just like her body, and she too has a scar that marrs her sleek physique, running from her right shoulder blade down her bony back. Her snout is extremely long and narrow, and her body is honed. She can go on alone, but is often seen with her human instead, as though to offer companionship.
Personality: Coricopat differs from Tantomile in one very obvious fashion...she sees nothing wrong with the male gender. Still, Coricopat understands Tantomile's need to avoid mention of the topic and does not bring it up, though the wolf will ocassionally sneak off to mix with other daemons that differ from her. Coricopat is friendly yet at the same time unapproachable due to her massive size and dark complexion. When she speaks, her voice is deep and matured like fine dark chocolate. Like her companion Tantomile, Coricopat is good with young children, because they do not judge on first sight appearances.
Family lineage: Tantomile ascended directly from a long line of Witches, though her last name Rush is a pseudonym of sorts. She loathes her parentage and prefers to not discuss her family line. However, this can often be unavoidable in higher Witch society, since Witches all seem to know one another and one another's family problems.
History: Tantomile grew up as an only child, raised by two very high-ranking Witches. They taught her the ways of her society like any good parents would, but there was always something missing from them, a crucial element that a child of any race would desire. Love was never a word thrown around very lightly in the Gaelian household, so Tantomile learned to find it in her loyal daemon Coricopat.
When she was nine, she was already different from the other children, more removed from group time than any of them were. Her parents were proud that she had grown up so quickly. At eleven she spent most of her time outside, playing with animals that were certainly not her own daemon. Her parents discouraged this, because it was only a matter of time in their eyes before Tantomile accidentally touched another Witch's wandering companion. The price for this intrusion would be severe, they had tried to explain, but Tantomile had ignored their rules. She liked animals, and there wasn't a thing that they could do about it. Besides, she persisted, she could tell whether or not they were Daemon just by whispering to them.
Teenage years came and went in a rush, and it was but a blink of an eye that she was in her fifties, and very much loathsome of the rules her parents had set down. She was in love, they had decided. In love with a human named Alex Cravin. It was not allowed. Not in her species, not in her house, not in her family. She was a pureblood Witch, and she would give birth to a pureblood Witch. It was then that Tantomile learned how to truly hate the people she was related to.
That December, Tantomile fled from her home and her family. Alex Cravin was not the only reason that she had to get away...she had been struggling against discrimination for her entire life. For one, Coricopat was a freak of nature. Two females? How unblanced, her peers and elders had said. How unusual. Her fascination with animals too caused a few heads to turn. To top it off, there were rumors of her infatuation among her tribe, whispers that she had crossed illegal boundaries...
That very night, she recieved her scar. Father Gaelian hunted her down, flying alongside her and tearing her out of the sky, causing her to tumble amongst the trees. Coricopat, having been running below her, raced to cushion the fall. On the ground, Tantomile found her father and his daemon Narcissticae, both baring their teeth. The great striped behemoth of a tiger ripped into Coricopat easily, pinning her down with a graceful roar and a flick of her paw. Rooted to the spot, Tantomile had been forced allow her father to grab her and hiss threats into her ear, forced to board his broomstick in his hopes of flying her away.
Then, the tables had turned and Coricopat lashed out at Narcissticae with a snarl, scrambling away and catching one long claw down her back, dragging through her flesh. Tantomile felt that pain and never forgot it. She was able to escape that night, but she would never fully heal.
Estranged from her family, she was still a focused member of the Witch council, and relied heavily on her friendship to a soon-to-be famous Witch named Arethria, or Nova as the girl referred to be called. Though she would never admit it, she suffered immensely when Nova was sent away on a mission to the North that surely would end in death, but she kept her head up and her eyes forward, as alert as possible. All around her, the men in high Witch society conspired to take political power, and through exceedingly hard work, Tantomile rose in rank, flourishing under the pressure. Another Witch named Dominique Ampria became something of a confidant for her during this time, and Tantomile grew hesitantly fond of her.
When Nova returned, the celebrations were short for Tantomile. At last somebody competent and worthy would be taking the power away from the greedy traitors that she'd been battling since day one! But Nova would not be staying to rule over the Witches, and Tantomile was forced to say a very hard goodbye to a friend that she'd waited for for years, only to loose again. Between them, they decided that Dominique was not only capable, but necessary. Tantomile persuaded the surprised Witch to take control, and her relentless position as second-in-command to the Queen of the Witches began.
Now, she's more determined than ever and involved in a very important mission to recover a child. She harbors a secret hope that, on this journey they are about to all embark on, somewhere along the line she will meet Nova again. However, her focus lies on Dominique, whose nightmares have been growing worse. It's a long hard road that they're about to embark on, and they'll need all the help they can get.
Role-play sample:Staring resolutely forward, Nessaria suddenly looked like a bucket of ice water had been poured down her spine, and her eyes widened. Kaze's fingers wrapped around hers, and she shot a glance downwards at their locked hands and then back up again, as though embarrassed of her own prying gaze. Her blush became a very deep rose, but though she continued to stare forward in an almost military style, her own fingers laced with Kaze's.
For most of her life she had taught herself never to give in to tender emotions like sadness, fear, or love. It was simply not in her nature to openly display very much affection, so at this moment, she felt very out of stride indeed. However, she did not pull back or push him away. The contact was a hidden thing, both hands pressed between their two sides, and Nessa felt a burst of comfort connected to it. Demeter purred, and Nessaria became so involved with the sensation that, though she was staring forward with apparently rapt attention, she heard nothing. It wasn't until Evelyn finished introducing herself that Nessaria came back into focus.
"A very warm welcome to you all. And you, my dear? What is your name?"
Dr. Schrute grinned wide-eyed and expectantly towards Winter, and Nessaria too turned her attention there, ignoring the speed of her own pulse.
Custom title: Living Scar
Celebrity claim: Diane Neal
Previous roles you have played: Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Fleur Delacour, Abigail from Blade III, various roles from The Illusionist, tons of self created characters, and much much more that I am forgetting to mention.
Code word: *Has been modified by staff*
Other: I have a life off the computer. I'll try to check on at least three times a week, but I can't commit any more time to this. Kayz? Kayz.
((See here for all icon credit. I'm horrible at graphics, truly. I snagged these from somebody else.
community.livejournal.com/svu_icons/))
