Post by .:.Relinde.:. & :.:Tineak:.: on Jan 19, 2008 6:45:43 GMT -5
Character's name: Relinde Voci [ruh-LIN-day VOH-chee]
Nicknames: Rel
Species: Witch
Gender: Female
Age and birthdate: 192 years old, born on August 26
Physical appearance: Relinde is delicate on the outside as well as the inside; she looks as though she could be pushed over with a word. She's not thin, no- well, she is, but not that insanely thin- she just seems unsteady when you look at her, like she can barely stand on her own two feet.
Her voice is strong, though, a melodious and gorgeous alto, and so is her face- most of it, anyway. Her mocha-colored skin and deep red lips and even her nose, which is slightly small for her face and very straight, all seem sturdy, and even when her voices are attacking the rarely give anything away, other than perhaps a pinched cheek or a bit lip. No, the dead giveaway is Rel's eyes- her soft, milk chocolate gaze reveals everything. Usually worried, always pained, they are the one thing about her appearance that Relinde has yet to gain control over. She simply can't do anything about what shows up in her eyes- and so one look there can, if you catch the right moment, give you a look at the deepest corners of her heart.
Special abilities: Flight and the ability to separate from her daemon come naturally, of course. Past that, nothing out of the ordinary is apparent in Relinde.
Likes: Music. Kindness. Solitude. Quiet. Tineak. Darkness, nighttime, shadows. Birds.
Dislikes: Being afraid. Cold. Snow. Unpleasant smells, Company.
Fears: Her voices; others' pain at her fault; anything with scales that isn’t a fish; being away from Tineak
Interests: Reading. Any sort of art. Whatever srikes her attention. See also: likes.
Personality: Three words wrap it all up.
Schizophrenic. Rel hears voices, quite a few of them. Nobody else knows- she fears them so much that she truly believes they’ll destroy her if she reveals their existence. Because to her- and to Tineak- they’re almost more real than the people around them.
These voices aren’t usually kind- they torture poor Rel, reminding her of all she’s done wrong and the consequences these actions have had on herself and those she loves. Not that everything Rel's ever done has been horrible- she's actually very kind- the voices just don't let her remember the times she's helped. She's fighting, struggling to remember that she's basically a good person, but that fight is becoming harder and harder as time goes by and the witch hears nothing from her own mind but how horrible a person she is.
Introvert. To call Relinde shy is like calling the ocean wet. She avoids contact at all possible costs, preferring only to spend time with Tineak. She fears that if she talks to someone or even just stays near them for a while, they'll discover her voices and those same entities will destroy everyone around her. Very hard to reach emotionally, Rel can be befriended and will even allow herself to love someone, but it's not an easy task.
Moody is an understatement. Most of the time Relinde feels emotions like normal people; however, she sometimes has huge mood swings, almost like those of a bi-polar person except limited to sorrow and anger. Sometimes for no reason, sometimes because something triggered it, she will switch over to either emotion in a split second. It’s quite disconcerting to those who don’t know her well- but to her, that’s just the way it’s always been.
Daemon's name: Tineak [tihn-EEK]
Species: Settled as a raven
Gender: Male
Appearance: Is Tineak out of the ordinary? Well... Yes and no. For the most part, Tineak is an ordinary raven. He's a bit large, yes, with a wing span of nearly five and a half feet*. His long and glossy feathers, which are black as night and always well-kept, have an iridescent sheen that, in the right light, throws of bits of purple and blue and even green. His beak and claws are strong and sturdy, if a little short.
But his eyes are the catch card. Most wild ravens have deep brown irises. Tineak's eyes not only differ from this usual, they differ from each other; the left is a soft brown, like Rel's, but the right is onyx black. To most people this difference indicates some sort of emotional or soul-involved struggle or conflict, but to Relinde, it's just- normal...
Personality: His mirrors Rel's, of course, but there are some differences.
Schizophrenic. Tineak hears voices just as vividly as Relinde does. The thing is, though, they're never directed at him; every time the voices come, they directly target Rel and not Tineak. Which means that though they terrify him all the same, and though they have just as much of a control over him, Tineak is affected a tiny bit less. And that could make all the difference...
Introvert. Tineak doesn't mind being around other daemons, but humans? Riight. No way. Preferring to stay with Rel and only Rel, Tineak would sooner be locked in a cellar than go to a social event.
Stable. When Rel is off in one of her mood swings, Tineak, for some unknown reason, does not share them. If the mood is triggered by something- for instance, if someone hits them- then yes, Tineak will be mad with his human, but if it's just a random mood swing? Rel could be throwing furniture without a hint of anger touching her daemon. He's usually the one to coax her out of these unpredictable frames of mind.
Family lineage: Orphaned. See history.
History: Our pasts shape us, make us who we are. It's the same for every person, and Relinde Voci is no different. Here is her story.
Relinde was actually normal growing up. She had a relatively average family- albeit, one with no grandparents, but nonetheless average. She had a few close friends and a couple of nasty enemies; neither her mother or her father were cruel or abusive; and she was never forced to endure a life-changing experience of any sort. In short, life was perfect.
But all that began to change. Single-digit ages blinked by and were followed by teenage years, which if anything passed by even faster. And when Rel was in her early twenties, her life turned up-side down. Her parents and only family were sent on a mission to the far North.
How Relinde pleaded! She and Tineak spent many sleepless nights badgering their parents, trying to convince them not to go, but time and time again the answer was no. And at last the day came when the two left, and Rel was left alone with her daemon, truly afraid for the first time in her life.
Rel spent the next ten years or so at her best friend's house, esentially becoming sisters with the girl. And then the news came- her parents had turned up dead. Killed during a dispute of some sort. The details were long and in-depth, but Rel heard none of them, sitting stunned in shock as the messenger of her parent's death went on, and on, and on...
That's when the voices first came. The unknown entities, people only Rel could hear, began to hold nightly discussions about the deaths. About how it was Rel's fault, how she should have tried harder to convince her parents to stay, how she had doomed her parents to their final demise.
Since then, those very voices haven't left Rel alone. Driving her to the brink of insanity, they even, eventually, became the reason Relinde forgot the names and faces of her parents- and then they blamed her for that, too. The young witch fled, taking up residence on the very edges of society, but still the voices followed, battering at her and Tineak like something physical.
Year after year passed by, and Rel became an outcast- but an outcast of her own choosing. Should she wish to re-enter society, most wold have nothing against her, for her solitude is inflicted on herself. But Rel continues to live in that same solitude. The only times she comes out in public are when she had no choice; clan meetings, for instance, or the occasional festival or other such event. Each year the battles that take place inside her mind become harder and harder to win, and Rel is beginning to fear that she might lose...
Role-play sample:
Sariana took a brief break in her half-shouting, her waving arms stilling to fall at her sides as she noticed the change in the boy's attitude. No longer angry, his gaze made her feel slightly as though under a viewing glass. Suddenly self-conscious as she realized that she had been practically screaming, Sar tugged her necklace out and fiddled with it restlessly. What was this all about?
A question from the other child, and Sariana shot him a suspicious look. Was he trying to distract her or something? But he seemed innocent enough, his eyes curious despite the slightly defensive daemon at his feet, and the girl sighed as she thought about her answer. Tarkothos landed softly beside her, and the girl lay a hand on his huge black head, tucking the silver wolf back under her shirt as she did so.
"Sometimes. But I never really think about it, I suppose because- because I don't let myself. If I think about those other places too much, they might seem better than here, and I might leave. And I can't leave, because I'm needed here. My father and my grandmother- I can't leave them, they-"
Suddenly the girl stopped, her daemon tensing, betraying her agitation even before she shot another angry look from her green eyes. "Why am I telling you that? It's none of your business!" Her anger rose back up in a flash, this time directed more at herself than anything else, though anyone nearby could still be in danger of getting their head bitten off if they said the wrong thing.
Custom title: .:I'm not insane...
Celebrity claim: None.
Previous roles you have played: Wolves, cats, wolves, humans, wolves, Sariana Kione and Tarkothos, and a few other miscellaneous people.
Code word: Muffins.
Other:"Voci" is Italian for "voices".
*The average raven wingspan is about 1.2 to 1.5 meters, or about 50 to 60 inches.
In some cultures, ravens and various other black birds have been considered symbols of fear.
Nicknames: Rel
Species: Witch
Gender: Female
Age and birthdate: 192 years old, born on August 26
Physical appearance: Relinde is delicate on the outside as well as the inside; she looks as though she could be pushed over with a word. She's not thin, no- well, she is, but not that insanely thin- she just seems unsteady when you look at her, like she can barely stand on her own two feet.
Her voice is strong, though, a melodious and gorgeous alto, and so is her face- most of it, anyway. Her mocha-colored skin and deep red lips and even her nose, which is slightly small for her face and very straight, all seem sturdy, and even when her voices are attacking the rarely give anything away, other than perhaps a pinched cheek or a bit lip. No, the dead giveaway is Rel's eyes- her soft, milk chocolate gaze reveals everything. Usually worried, always pained, they are the one thing about her appearance that Relinde has yet to gain control over. She simply can't do anything about what shows up in her eyes- and so one look there can, if you catch the right moment, give you a look at the deepest corners of her heart.
Special abilities: Flight and the ability to separate from her daemon come naturally, of course. Past that, nothing out of the ordinary is apparent in Relinde.
Likes: Music. Kindness. Solitude. Quiet. Tineak. Darkness, nighttime, shadows. Birds.
Dislikes: Being afraid. Cold. Snow. Unpleasant smells, Company.
Fears: Her voices; others' pain at her fault; anything with scales that isn’t a fish; being away from Tineak
Interests: Reading. Any sort of art. Whatever srikes her attention. See also: likes.
Personality: Three words wrap it all up.
Schizophrenic. Rel hears voices, quite a few of them. Nobody else knows- she fears them so much that she truly believes they’ll destroy her if she reveals their existence. Because to her- and to Tineak- they’re almost more real than the people around them.
These voices aren’t usually kind- they torture poor Rel, reminding her of all she’s done wrong and the consequences these actions have had on herself and those she loves. Not that everything Rel's ever done has been horrible- she's actually very kind- the voices just don't let her remember the times she's helped. She's fighting, struggling to remember that she's basically a good person, but that fight is becoming harder and harder as time goes by and the witch hears nothing from her own mind but how horrible a person she is.
Introvert. To call Relinde shy is like calling the ocean wet. She avoids contact at all possible costs, preferring only to spend time with Tineak. She fears that if she talks to someone or even just stays near them for a while, they'll discover her voices and those same entities will destroy everyone around her. Very hard to reach emotionally, Rel can be befriended and will even allow herself to love someone, but it's not an easy task.
Moody is an understatement. Most of the time Relinde feels emotions like normal people; however, she sometimes has huge mood swings, almost like those of a bi-polar person except limited to sorrow and anger. Sometimes for no reason, sometimes because something triggered it, she will switch over to either emotion in a split second. It’s quite disconcerting to those who don’t know her well- but to her, that’s just the way it’s always been.
Daemon's name: Tineak [tihn-EEK]
Species: Settled as a raven
Gender: Male
Appearance: Is Tineak out of the ordinary? Well... Yes and no. For the most part, Tineak is an ordinary raven. He's a bit large, yes, with a wing span of nearly five and a half feet*. His long and glossy feathers, which are black as night and always well-kept, have an iridescent sheen that, in the right light, throws of bits of purple and blue and even green. His beak and claws are strong and sturdy, if a little short.
But his eyes are the catch card. Most wild ravens have deep brown irises. Tineak's eyes not only differ from this usual, they differ from each other; the left is a soft brown, like Rel's, but the right is onyx black. To most people this difference indicates some sort of emotional or soul-involved struggle or conflict, but to Relinde, it's just- normal...
Personality: His mirrors Rel's, of course, but there are some differences.
Schizophrenic. Tineak hears voices just as vividly as Relinde does. The thing is, though, they're never directed at him; every time the voices come, they directly target Rel and not Tineak. Which means that though they terrify him all the same, and though they have just as much of a control over him, Tineak is affected a tiny bit less. And that could make all the difference...
Introvert. Tineak doesn't mind being around other daemons, but humans? Riight. No way. Preferring to stay with Rel and only Rel, Tineak would sooner be locked in a cellar than go to a social event.
Stable. When Rel is off in one of her mood swings, Tineak, for some unknown reason, does not share them. If the mood is triggered by something- for instance, if someone hits them- then yes, Tineak will be mad with his human, but if it's just a random mood swing? Rel could be throwing furniture without a hint of anger touching her daemon. He's usually the one to coax her out of these unpredictable frames of mind.
Family lineage: Orphaned. See history.
History: Our pasts shape us, make us who we are. It's the same for every person, and Relinde Voci is no different. Here is her story.
Relinde was actually normal growing up. She had a relatively average family- albeit, one with no grandparents, but nonetheless average. She had a few close friends and a couple of nasty enemies; neither her mother or her father were cruel or abusive; and she was never forced to endure a life-changing experience of any sort. In short, life was perfect.
But all that began to change. Single-digit ages blinked by and were followed by teenage years, which if anything passed by even faster. And when Rel was in her early twenties, her life turned up-side down. Her parents and only family were sent on a mission to the far North.
How Relinde pleaded! She and Tineak spent many sleepless nights badgering their parents, trying to convince them not to go, but time and time again the answer was no. And at last the day came when the two left, and Rel was left alone with her daemon, truly afraid for the first time in her life.
Rel spent the next ten years or so at her best friend's house, esentially becoming sisters with the girl. And then the news came- her parents had turned up dead. Killed during a dispute of some sort. The details were long and in-depth, but Rel heard none of them, sitting stunned in shock as the messenger of her parent's death went on, and on, and on...
That's when the voices first came. The unknown entities, people only Rel could hear, began to hold nightly discussions about the deaths. About how it was Rel's fault, how she should have tried harder to convince her parents to stay, how she had doomed her parents to their final demise.
Since then, those very voices haven't left Rel alone. Driving her to the brink of insanity, they even, eventually, became the reason Relinde forgot the names and faces of her parents- and then they blamed her for that, too. The young witch fled, taking up residence on the very edges of society, but still the voices followed, battering at her and Tineak like something physical.
Year after year passed by, and Rel became an outcast- but an outcast of her own choosing. Should she wish to re-enter society, most wold have nothing against her, for her solitude is inflicted on herself. But Rel continues to live in that same solitude. The only times she comes out in public are when she had no choice; clan meetings, for instance, or the occasional festival or other such event. Each year the battles that take place inside her mind become harder and harder to win, and Rel is beginning to fear that she might lose...
Role-play sample:
Sariana took a brief break in her half-shouting, her waving arms stilling to fall at her sides as she noticed the change in the boy's attitude. No longer angry, his gaze made her feel slightly as though under a viewing glass. Suddenly self-conscious as she realized that she had been practically screaming, Sar tugged her necklace out and fiddled with it restlessly. What was this all about?
A question from the other child, and Sariana shot him a suspicious look. Was he trying to distract her or something? But he seemed innocent enough, his eyes curious despite the slightly defensive daemon at his feet, and the girl sighed as she thought about her answer. Tarkothos landed softly beside her, and the girl lay a hand on his huge black head, tucking the silver wolf back under her shirt as she did so.
"Sometimes. But I never really think about it, I suppose because- because I don't let myself. If I think about those other places too much, they might seem better than here, and I might leave. And I can't leave, because I'm needed here. My father and my grandmother- I can't leave them, they-"
Suddenly the girl stopped, her daemon tensing, betraying her agitation even before she shot another angry look from her green eyes. "Why am I telling you that? It's none of your business!" Her anger rose back up in a flash, this time directed more at herself than anything else, though anyone nearby could still be in danger of getting their head bitten off if they said the wrong thing.
Custom title: .:I'm not insane...
Celebrity claim: None.
Previous roles you have played: Wolves, cats, wolves, humans, wolves, Sariana Kione and Tarkothos, and a few other miscellaneous people.
Code word: Muffins.
Other:"Voci" is Italian for "voices".
*The average raven wingspan is about 1.2 to 1.5 meters, or about 50 to 60 inches.
In some cultures, ravens and various other black birds have been considered symbols of fear.
