Post by Mirage Sanakonaka on May 7, 2009 16:26:39 GMT -5
AIM: [/u]curlupandie666
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Yahoo: [/u]Cute_Anthro_Kitsune
Email: [/u]Curlupandie666@aim.com
Referred by: [/u]I’m the owner
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Name: [/u]Rose Kitiara Magnus
Race: [/u]Drathir ( Fire )
Alias: [/u]Rose
Base PL: [/u]88,510
Physical Description: [/u]Rose stands at 4 feet even and still had a lot of her baby fat so she has very little curves to her body. She looks her age of 5 and has small hands and feet. She has long blood red hair and matching red eyes that signify her as a Fire Drathir but sparkle from her youth and innocence. She was a sweet but beautiful face for a child, and adorable little pointed ears which are a trademark of her race. She has rosy cheeks and cute pink lips, and normally has her hair tired back in a colored ribbon or down with a colored ribbon being used like a headband. Typically Rose wears one piece sun dresses that are sleeveless or have long sheer sleeves, and range in colors Black, White, Pink, Green, Purple and sometimes red. If not in these dresses she is in a cute little pleated skirt with a nice top. She normally wears thigh high stockings or socks with knee high boots that fit her little feet, and usually have some sort of little fire charm attached to the buckles of her boots. ( Because she is a child more will be added to physical description as she grows )
Personality: [/u]Rose is a very easy going light hearted child who is innocent when it comes to the cruelty of nature or man. She is usually pretty up beat and always smiling and tries to continue to do so even if in trouble. Rose is easily distracted and at her young age everything seems like a big play ground to her, so she has a habit of wondering away without anyone noticing. She is sweet and happy and learns fairly quickly for a girl her age. She loves to play hide and seat and drawing is a favorite past time. Like her mother she had a natural talent for gardening, and comes off as the sort of girl people have a hard time not liking. Because she is so well liked by most she is often spoiled by everyone, even people who aren’t family though because she hasn’t understood what being a brat is light she has yet to form any brat like habits. The only time she’s ever seen sorry, or sad is when she’s gotten hurt or in serious trouble. She is frightened and startled easily as well. ( More will develop as she grows )
Fighting Styles: [/u]None yet
History: [/u]Rose’s birth was both a happy one and a sad one. Her mother Kitiara was the wife of the Fire Lord who before she had conserved had become ill with an unknown ailment. For most of Kitiara’s pregnancy her husband had been off in search of a cure for his beloved wife rather than spending Kitiara’s final months with her. Durring the time he was off and not with her when she was sick and knew long ago she would die in labor with her child, she grew bitter towards her husband. She felt abandoned and alone while she would be waited on by the staff in the palace in which she lived. When Novakon returned she was furious with him for abandoning her in her final days and it was her anger that sent her into labor. Even though she didn’t want him at her side, Novakon stayed beside his wife while his staff helped her in giving life to his second child.
No sooner did the sound of Rose’s cries came Kitiara collapsed back again the pillows. Her weak broken heart had given its all to at least give life to her baby girl, before it gave out and she was gone. Days following Roses birth the staff was tense, for Novakon’s last conversation with his beautiful Kitiara had been harsh and hateful. She had died angry with him, and would never again be there to hear him too her how sorry he was with what had happened. Rose was with him every moment of the day and night, even when Kitiara’s casket was lowered into the earth, in the garden she used to tend in life, her brilliant white rose bush now blooming over her tombstone. Rose didn’t understand that her life was what had caused Kitiara’s to fade quicker then it would have had she not been pregnant, and the only family she has was her Father and brother.
As Rose got older and no longer needed a nursemaid, Novakon took control of feeding her fresh milk from bottles. If she wasn’t in her crib or on his bed she was in his arms. For her first birthday he threw her a party at the request of his son, and though it was supposed to be a day in which to celebrate his daughter’s birth, it was also a reminder of his wife’s death. Over that first year maids and palace staff had claimed to see Kitiara’s spirit wondering the halls, even seen tending to her garden. Novakon believed it to be preposterous, at least until he had seen her with his own eyes, bent over the edge of Roses crib, keeping a watchful eye over her baby girl. No sooner had she appeared she was gone, and it seemed Kitiara’s spirit was restless. At Roses birthday the Lighting Lady had traveled far to attend her party and brought with her a gift. It was at this party Novakon learned that she was the daughter of an old friend from when he was just a lad himself.
Rose had taken a liking to Willow who visited every few months and always on Roses birthday. As Rose got older she learned to walk and even talk, and even learned the word mum even though no one ever said it around her, perhaps Kitiara’s spirit had been speaking to her. The more Rose continued to grow the more she looked like Kitiara in the face but had Novakons hair and eyes. Every time Rose would smile, she had her mother’s smile and her mother’s laugh. He could never stay upset with her because of it, and she adored her father more than anyone, with her brother in close lead behind.
Rose was pretty much glued to Novakons side. He didn't leave her alone for even a moment. She slept in his bed, went with him everywhere and even while he worked she'd be on his lap. However Novakon ended up marrying Lady Lightning and to have privacy on his wedding night he had arranged her very own room. She would be sleeping alone in a bed for the first time in her life. Though that night a Ice Drathir hired by Oberon, and father to the guardian Talon broke into her room and kidnapped her from her bed. She was taken way out into the ice domain and dumped into the snow to die at Lord Oberon's orders.
Luckily she was found when she was on the verge of death by Talon who saved her from the cold domain. Taking months to avoid Acid and Ice domain soldiers to protect her. He taught her the basics of using her fire abilities and gave her some sort of independence. Thanks to Talon she was returned safely to her father where she testified on Talons behalf and clearing his name. Though in it's wake was saddened by the news that her older brother whom she loved, had been murdered.
Techniques: [/u]Not picking 3 moves until Novakon has given her some training
Finishers: [/u]Not giving her a finisher until she’s been given some training
Boosts: [/u]
Drathir’s have several racial abilities. The first two have to do with their sight. Due to the slits in their eyes they can see in the dark and see thermal (heat) sources. To do this they have a thin film that is under their eye lids that slide down over their eyes when they wish it and this allows them to change from normal sight (and dark vision at night and in dark places) to thermal vision. Secondly, Drathir’s skin is naturally hard and with each transformation gets harder until it becomes scales. Finally, Drathir’s can also breathe a certain element, depending on their clan and ancient blood line.
Items: [/u]None
14,200 Zenny
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MSN: [/u]Don’t use
Yahoo: [/u]Cute_Anthro_Kitsune
Email: [/u]Curlupandie666@aim.com
Referred by: [/u]I’m the owner
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Name: [/u]Rose Kitiara Magnus
Race: [/u]Drathir ( Fire )
Alias: [/u]Rose
Base PL: [/u]88,510
Physical Description: [/u]Rose stands at 4 feet even and still had a lot of her baby fat so she has very little curves to her body. She looks her age of 5 and has small hands and feet. She has long blood red hair and matching red eyes that signify her as a Fire Drathir but sparkle from her youth and innocence. She was a sweet but beautiful face for a child, and adorable little pointed ears which are a trademark of her race. She has rosy cheeks and cute pink lips, and normally has her hair tired back in a colored ribbon or down with a colored ribbon being used like a headband. Typically Rose wears one piece sun dresses that are sleeveless or have long sheer sleeves, and range in colors Black, White, Pink, Green, Purple and sometimes red. If not in these dresses she is in a cute little pleated skirt with a nice top. She normally wears thigh high stockings or socks with knee high boots that fit her little feet, and usually have some sort of little fire charm attached to the buckles of her boots. ( Because she is a child more will be added to physical description as she grows )
Personality: [/u]Rose is a very easy going light hearted child who is innocent when it comes to the cruelty of nature or man. She is usually pretty up beat and always smiling and tries to continue to do so even if in trouble. Rose is easily distracted and at her young age everything seems like a big play ground to her, so she has a habit of wondering away without anyone noticing. She is sweet and happy and learns fairly quickly for a girl her age. She loves to play hide and seat and drawing is a favorite past time. Like her mother she had a natural talent for gardening, and comes off as the sort of girl people have a hard time not liking. Because she is so well liked by most she is often spoiled by everyone, even people who aren’t family though because she hasn’t understood what being a brat is light she has yet to form any brat like habits. The only time she’s ever seen sorry, or sad is when she’s gotten hurt or in serious trouble. She is frightened and startled easily as well. ( More will develop as she grows )
Fighting Styles: [/u]None yet
History: [/u]Rose’s birth was both a happy one and a sad one. Her mother Kitiara was the wife of the Fire Lord who before she had conserved had become ill with an unknown ailment. For most of Kitiara’s pregnancy her husband had been off in search of a cure for his beloved wife rather than spending Kitiara’s final months with her. Durring the time he was off and not with her when she was sick and knew long ago she would die in labor with her child, she grew bitter towards her husband. She felt abandoned and alone while she would be waited on by the staff in the palace in which she lived. When Novakon returned she was furious with him for abandoning her in her final days and it was her anger that sent her into labor. Even though she didn’t want him at her side, Novakon stayed beside his wife while his staff helped her in giving life to his second child.
No sooner did the sound of Rose’s cries came Kitiara collapsed back again the pillows. Her weak broken heart had given its all to at least give life to her baby girl, before it gave out and she was gone. Days following Roses birth the staff was tense, for Novakon’s last conversation with his beautiful Kitiara had been harsh and hateful. She had died angry with him, and would never again be there to hear him too her how sorry he was with what had happened. Rose was with him every moment of the day and night, even when Kitiara’s casket was lowered into the earth, in the garden she used to tend in life, her brilliant white rose bush now blooming over her tombstone. Rose didn’t understand that her life was what had caused Kitiara’s to fade quicker then it would have had she not been pregnant, and the only family she has was her Father and brother.
As Rose got older and no longer needed a nursemaid, Novakon took control of feeding her fresh milk from bottles. If she wasn’t in her crib or on his bed she was in his arms. For her first birthday he threw her a party at the request of his son, and though it was supposed to be a day in which to celebrate his daughter’s birth, it was also a reminder of his wife’s death. Over that first year maids and palace staff had claimed to see Kitiara’s spirit wondering the halls, even seen tending to her garden. Novakon believed it to be preposterous, at least until he had seen her with his own eyes, bent over the edge of Roses crib, keeping a watchful eye over her baby girl. No sooner had she appeared she was gone, and it seemed Kitiara’s spirit was restless. At Roses birthday the Lighting Lady had traveled far to attend her party and brought with her a gift. It was at this party Novakon learned that she was the daughter of an old friend from when he was just a lad himself.
Rose had taken a liking to Willow who visited every few months and always on Roses birthday. As Rose got older she learned to walk and even talk, and even learned the word mum even though no one ever said it around her, perhaps Kitiara’s spirit had been speaking to her. The more Rose continued to grow the more she looked like Kitiara in the face but had Novakons hair and eyes. Every time Rose would smile, she had her mother’s smile and her mother’s laugh. He could never stay upset with her because of it, and she adored her father more than anyone, with her brother in close lead behind.
Rose was pretty much glued to Novakons side. He didn't leave her alone for even a moment. She slept in his bed, went with him everywhere and even while he worked she'd be on his lap. However Novakon ended up marrying Lady Lightning and to have privacy on his wedding night he had arranged her very own room. She would be sleeping alone in a bed for the first time in her life. Though that night a Ice Drathir hired by Oberon, and father to the guardian Talon broke into her room and kidnapped her from her bed. She was taken way out into the ice domain and dumped into the snow to die at Lord Oberon's orders.
Luckily she was found when she was on the verge of death by Talon who saved her from the cold domain. Taking months to avoid Acid and Ice domain soldiers to protect her. He taught her the basics of using her fire abilities and gave her some sort of independence. Thanks to Talon she was returned safely to her father where she testified on Talons behalf and clearing his name. Though in it's wake was saddened by the news that her older brother whom she loved, had been murdered.
Techniques: [/u]Not picking 3 moves until Novakon has given her some training
Finishers: [/u]Not giving her a finisher until she’s been given some training
Boosts: [/u]
Drathir’s have several racial abilities. The first two have to do with their sight. Due to the slits in their eyes they can see in the dark and see thermal (heat) sources. To do this they have a thin film that is under their eye lids that slide down over their eyes when they wish it and this allows them to change from normal sight (and dark vision at night and in dark places) to thermal vision. Secondly, Drathir’s skin is naturally hard and with each transformation gets harder until it becomes scales. Finally, Drathir’s can also breathe a certain element, depending on their clan and ancient blood line.
Items: [/u]None
14,200 Zenny
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