Post by Shimofuri on Jul 26, 2010 11:36:35 GMT -5
Shimofuri
RACE,
GENDER,
AGE,
SEXUALITY,
POSTITION,
PERSONALITY,
APPEARANCE,
NON-MAGIC,
MAGIC,
RACIAL ABILITIES,
WEAPONS,
HISTORY,
Apprentice-Wizrobe
RACE,
Gerudo
GENDER,
Female
AGE,
18
SEXUALITY,
Bi.
POSTITION,
Traveler
PERSONALITY,
Shimofuri was born in shame. Inheriting more than her father’s looks, she also came with an immediately kind and cheerful personality. She showed signs of interest in everything straight off, and was soon walking around, investigating things whenever she could. She loved to fix things, and showed a unhealthy connection to whatever it was she was caring for, in other words, she became unnecessarily attached to just about anything, and became upset if anything happened to it.
The Gerudo saw fit to break her of this habit, and continually destroyed or removed things that she had become attached to, until eventually she withdrew into herself. Now, if there is anything that catches her attention, she simply looks at it and admires it from a distance, a cool, calculating gaze set up everything that comes before her. Though her gaze turns away, no longer desiring material positions, though deep in her heart she still yearns to hold and examine everything in detail.
One of the major things that was drummed into her was regard for life. That is, that the Gerudo are above the other races, but that does not necessarily mean that they are useless, or deserving of random violence. It did mean however, that at any point when she would have to choose between the Gerudo or another, that she would most likely pick the Gerudo.
Shimofuri doesn’t enjoy the sun, or the Sand and Canyons of her homelands. Burning easily, and with a low heat tolerance that her robes just barely manage to deal with, every day in the desert is another ordeal for her, and she longs for a cooler place with more variety in it then the desert has to offer. She had heard tales from those Gerudo of the plains, forests and mountains of the nearby Hyrule, and during most of her training she would sometimes visualize what those places would be like, sometimes even getting herself in trouble with her trainers.
APPEARANCE,
The typical Gerudo appearance, as told in stories by Hyrulians that have seen then. Tall, lithe and graceful, their tan skin a exotic beauty to all who see it, those few scars that are visible a taunting, whispering tale of the harsh world the desert people come from. A strong muscular, yet overt feminine build that could mesmerize you, then break you in half with the greatest of ease, and a tantalizing smile, and smokey eyes that watch with amusement as their victims wither in pain on the floor, worshiping these foreign goddess’s. That’s the typical Gerudo appearance.
Then there is Shimofuri. Like most Gerudo, she was born of a Gerudo mother, and a Hyrulian father. Unlike most Gerudo however, her genetics are predominantly leaning towards the Hyrulian side, a rare genetic defect, and one of great confusion for many who witness this bizarre being. Shorter then the average Gerudo, Shimofuri is roughly about 5’6”, and has a more pale complexion then most. Instead of the beautiful tan that the Gerudo quickly develop out in the desert sun, Shimofuri’s skin has remained a milky cream color just boarding on exotic, but not quite there, and despite how long she stays out in the sun, she will burn instead of tan properly.
Due to her disposition, her muscles are not nearly as well toned as the typical Gerudo, though the Clan refused to just let her slide by and be weak. She is strong, for the typical Hyrulian, but that is still a ways to go in the eyes of the Gerudo. Her eyes are the only thing she inherited from her mother, golden watchful eyes that seem ever curious about the world around her, the kind that harden up into a emotionless wall whenever she notices someone scrutinizing her.
NON-MAGIC,
Shimofuri was trained in Basic Survival skills, so that she could figure out what was edible and safe, no matter where she went. Of course, this centered around the desert so her general knowledge is lacking for the more bountiful areas. She also has basic training with swords, but due to her stature and disposition towards magic, she will never have the same grace with the scimitars that the regular looking Gerudo are blessed with.
As for weapons, she carries nothing physical besides a light walking staff. Along with that, she also wears the clothing of her calling, dark robes that covers her body, as well as a wide-brimmed hat to help keep her face out of the sun.
MAGIC,
Shimofuri is working on enchanting her robes and hat to further protect her from the sun, but has not yet been successful in her attempts. The only real offensive magic that she knows is a basic Magic Blast spell, though she is studying to figure out a way to create some kind of defensive spell as well.
She can cast this 8 times in a row, before needing to recharge for a bit. Capable of storing up the magical energy within herself for later use, her limited knowledge prevents her from doing so with great amounts of energy without hurting herself. The redrawing of magic takes roughly 2 posts to recharge *Or 1 post, if only 2 where used, to balance out the amount of energy needed to redraw*
The Strength of each magic blast is the equivalent of being hit by a sledgehammer, the magic attack being transmitted through kenetic means, and is capable of blasting solid objects *Such as walls of a normal house* to pieces, though she can concentrate on a magic blast to lessen the strength behind each attack for when she comes across more delicate issues. Each attack is formed around her hands *One or both, depending on how many she is firing. If more then one is being fired, the orbs appear around her had, and then slide to her palm, and fire off in the direction the hand is pointing towards.*
Another benefit of concentration allows her to change the path of the magic blast, bending it, but only slightly to a maximum of a 45 degree angle shift.
RACIAL ABILITIES,
Stealth- As thieves by trade, the Gerudo are naturally stealthy, able to move unseen and unheard almost anywhere.
Open Says Me- Trained in picking locks, there are very few doors that can keep the Gerudo out.
Sand Beasts- The Stalhounds of the desert are a back of dead dogs with a jagged bite. Living in the desert, the Gerudo have learned to train and summon these beasts and use them to their advantage. A pack of four Stalhounds may be summoned for three posts with a four post cooldown.
WEAPONS,
N/A. Shimofuri relies on her magic
HISTORY,
Shimofuri was born in a location that she only learned to call The Fortress. At any time, the Gerudo could suddenly decide to pack up and leave, due to water shortage, scarcity of food, or a variety of other reasons, and because of this, these fierce warriors never really got into naming their dwellings past the obvious. Luckily enough, every Fortress was located in the wall of some Canyon, and The Fortress that the Gerudo currently lived in was one they had inhabited for quite some time.
From birth, Shimofuri was subject to scrutiny. Shorter, paler, obviously different in some ways, there where many of the Gerudo people that were displeased with her from the start. She didn’t have the proper ‘feel’ about her, having inherited her father’s disposition. Her mother loved her however, and argued fiercely with the clan over whether or not the Sands should be allowed to retake Shimofuri, or if she should be allowed to walk the Sands later in life. Her mother won the argument, but it would prove a harsh life for the odd Gerudo with her only saving grace being that the currently leader of the clan that she was born to recognized the magic that lay within the Child.
Her first couple of years where easy. During her spare time, her mother ‘played’ with her, working her reaction time, and tolerance to pain to acceptable levels, as was customary for the Gerudo. Shimofuri did not disappoint in this. It wasn’t pain that made her cry, but later on, the loss of something that she was connected to. Then, she became old enough to perform duties, and that’s where her life took a downward spiral.
Many of the other Gerudo were amused by the stunted one in their midst, but at the same time displeased, always prodding her and asking the child when she would start to grow as she scurried around doing chores. The chores were not the harsh part, she did everything that any other Gerudo Child was expected to, and if they worked her harder then the others, well, that was to help build her character, and she never once thought it was unfair.
When she came of age to use weapons, and train properly *Every Gerudo child carried around a knife as soon as they learned that sticking themselves was a bad idea* she, as well as the entirety of the Gerudo clan she lived with, learned of her skin condition, her inability to be out in the sun for long periods without suffering serious burns. She felt shame and humiliation over the fact that she couldn’t be in the sun as long as others that she grew up with, all of which mocked her for her inabilities. Still, even badly burnt by the sun that the Gerudo lived by, she refused to simply lie around and heal. She continued her chores where she could.
Throughout much of this time, the Clan Leader, and the head Wizrobe of the clan had been watching her carefully, studying her. They saw signs of impending magical release over and over again, but the stubborn nature of her people seemed to be even more deeply imbedded in her then others, for every time it seemed she was about to use magic, she would instead buckle down and force herself to do something manually. During her recuperation period while she healed from the burns, the head Wizrobe approached her with a object, a glass ball, and handed it to her. The ball was magical, and when Shimofuri touched it, it flared up, surprising her so badly that she dropped it, breaking it. Afterwards, she had stood there, ready for whatever punishment was to come, but was instead surprised to find that the Wizrobe was smiling, the first real genuine happy, appreciative look she had gotten from any Gerudo other then her mother.
So, at roughly the age of 8, she became the apprentice of the clan’s Wizrobe. Finding a natural talent in the mystical arts, Shimofuri took to it with ease and a glee that surprised even her trainer. It was during this time that the Gerudo were trying their hardest to break her of her clinging habit with objects, and she had several at that time that she was particularly obsessed with, and at times, these would disappear. Before she would search the best she could, before eventually giving up. Now however, she could use her magic to find these objects, and bring them back to her. She became so obsessed that she would attempt to sometimes keep these items within her robes. This annoyed her teacher, this unhealthy attachment to useless objects, but due to how skillful she was with magic, she let it go, at least until the day that she let those objects interfere with her magic.
While good at magic, Shimofuri soon came across a wall, a Block that prevented her from getting better. She studied, practiced and worked as hard as she could, but couldn’t get any better, and started to get more and more frustrated, angered, and even scared. Day and Night her time was split between practicing her magic, and caring for the Objects that she couldn’t let go, exhausting her. Both fields had become obsessions with her. To use magic and be useful to the Clan, And these foreign objects that she found, trinkets and baubles that she just couldn’t release. This stress built up, something preventing her from getting better, until she lashed out in frustration. The magical energy, being ill-properly used, turned back on her, and struck her on the chest, leaving a light scar between her breasts, and her on the ground, crying. Not from pain, but from frustration and confusion. Her teacher, who had been watching the whole time from the shadows, stepped forward and gave her the Final Lesson she would give, before Shimofuri Walked the Sands into adulthood.
Her teacher explained how her obsessions with objects was limiting her mind, preventing her from focusing properly, reminding her of how Magic needed her full cooperation. Her Mind, Body, and Spirit had to be focused, and in tune with the flow of magical energy within the world. If it wasn’t, then Disharmony with that flow would exist and it would limit the amount of energy that could Flow into the one who wished to use that energy, and that if she ever wished to become stronger, better, useful to the clan, she would have to remove the Object that was in her way, and disharmonizing the flow of Energy.
It was on that day that Shimofuri finally set aside her trinkets and baubles, and destroyed them with the magic that she had been using so diligently to protect. With each item that was destroyed, she felt a little bit of herself slipping away, giving up one thing that made her happy, so that something else that made her happy could be focused on.
Still, with each object that Joined the Sands, she felt a bit of her joy go with it. For every little memory that these objects carried into the desert, she enclosed herself from the pain that she refused to admit was there. Her teacher felt that she was simply maturing, willing to face a problem and deal with it head on, though in truth she was simply bottling up her feelings and emotions, and in confusion, pushing them away so that she could be a better Gerudo.
That night, her coming of age ritual started. She was given a few supplies, and sent away from the Clan. Called Walking the Sand, she was to gain experience, become stronger and better, so that when she returned, she would be worthy of being called a Warrior of the Gerudo. She felt no sadness as she left, feeling excitement instead as her feet took her into the desert. However, her path wasn’t going to go further into the desert. Instead, she wandered towards the Green Lands of Hyrule. There certainly had to be more to learn and study, to test herself against in that Land then out in the Barren sands.
