Post by Esmerelda Triane on Feb 7, 2014 6:23:51 GMT -7
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Esmerelda (Esme) Triane Twenty nine years and six months old Noble Esme Love Coronamon - Salamon - Lopmon FACE CLAIM: Esmerelda Triane ANIMANGA: None-Original Character GENDER: Female HEIGHT: Five foot eight inches (with hair pins) Five foot four inches (without hair pins) WEIGHT: 120 pounds in weight APPEARANCE Esme sticks to the colour scheme nature has given her, choosing clothes that are dark green with black hems to wear. Her hair is black and very, very long-when she lets it down, it trails on the floor behind her, but she keeps it pinned up on the back of her head with a set of black onyx and emerald carved hairpins that have been handed down in her family for several generations. Her clothes are silk, hand-made by Esme herself, and depending on the weather. she will wear an off-the-shoulder top with long bat wing sleeves and stops just above her stomach. Her trousers reach to just below the ankles of her ankle boots, and have enough fabric in them to make them look like a very long, thin skirt. Her boots have a two inch heel on them, and she doesn't hesitate to kick where it hurts when she has reason to (there's a stiletto blade hidden in both heels). There is good reason for Esme's choice of clothing, including the matching jewelry, as it gives her plenty of freedom of movement, while still concealing the small throwing knives hidden inside her sleeves, and around the shins of her legs just above where her boots end. The jewelry itself-her earrings, gold choker necklace, gold tiara piece and even her hair pins and the emerald disc her hair is looped through to help hold it in place can be used as weapons or various different tools. Her hair pins themselves are canisters for poisonous needles-the black pins hold a poison that can cause her opponent to bleed out, and the green holds a drug that simply knocks them unconscious, while making it appear as if the person affected by the drug is dead. Esme also wears a sash around her waist that holds her katana in place by her left hip-this is the most obvious and easily seen of her weapons, and the only one she is willing to let other people see if she can help it. LIKES
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HISTORY Esme's childhood was fairly unremarkable up until the age of three-born to Anna and Julian Triane, she was brought up surrounded by love. However, at the age of three, her father began to teach her the skills of the ninja, showing her how to run in silence, to kill her enemies instantly and how to survive in a world that could otherwise have destroyed her. She grew quickly, and at the age of twelve her mother took over her training, showing her how to use the family heirlooms as tools and weapons-and teaching her how to make the poisons stored within the most valuable heirlooms of all, the hairpins that Esme wears every single day without fail. As per family tradition, when Esme reached the age of sixteen, her mother cut off all of her hair and gave the pins to Esme to wear in her place, making Esme the female head of the family instead. Esme was shocked by this, having expected her mother to pass the pins on to her older cousin instead, but accepted her new responsibility without complaint. However, about a year and a half after this, their village was attacked by a Digimon that Esme herself had seen and tracked for several days-the tiniest of sounds had alerted it to her presence and it had followed her back to the village, which it quickly destroyed. With her family dead and her people gone forever, Esme made the decision to leave her home and make her way to the city, where she settled in quickly with the few surviving members of the village that had been based in the city to keep an eye on the political situation there. Now, she is building up her people again, keeping them hidden from the authorities even as she signed up to do her duty as a Digimon Tamer. MEMBER NAME: Thorn! AGE: 24 OTHER CHARACTERS: None. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Falling. Twisting. Surrounded by air and wind and nothingness. Wings flare, catch the flow, her body floats a moment. Who is she...? She doesn't know. Where is she from...? Only her lost memories could tell her. Below her is the Earth, beautiful and blue. She hovers, her wings descending gracefully in the air, and then aims for one of the land masses. For some reason, it calls to her, beckoning, a siren's call that she cannot resist. Golden hair floats behind her as she descends to land on the ground, bare feet sinking into the grass. The instant they connect with the earth, her wings change. Not to the usual black of the Fallen, but they don't stay white, either. The right wing turns red with gold accents, the left pale blue with silver accents. She examines the feathers, head tilted to the side in curiosity, and then folds them against her back. She is not Fallen. She clings to that fact, holding it to her heart. But then, if she is not one of the Fallen, why was she falling...? Her memories tease and haunt her, tugging at the back of her mind, and then just as quickly they're gone again. She sighs, and reaches up to tuck a strand of golden hair behind her ear. Green eyes, deep and fathomless, gaze calmly upon the glade she landed in. Flowers surround her, their scent sweet and calming. An urge fills her, one she has felt many times in the past, although how she knows that she doesn't know. Dance, whispers her mind. Dance now. Dance for as long as it takes to express your heart. Unable to resist, she complies, lifting her hands above her head and one foot, raising herself onto the tips of the toes of the other, her back arching gracefully as she twirls slightly on the spot, her heart filling with happiness at being alive. Time passes, and still she dances, the graceful movements capturing and holding the attention of the many animals that live within the woods. She doesn't know it, but among those animals is a wolf, his fur jet black and his eyes empty of life. The wolf watches, fascinated, as she dances. He had been mourning the death of his father, back in the Pack, and, unable to keep up appearances for his people, had run into the trees, leaving civilization far behind. He forgets all of that as he watches her, and he shifts to his-very naked-human form, not even realizing that he's done so. His mind whispers one word over and over again. Mate. Mate. She is our Mate. Protect her. And yet, he feels compelled to join her in her dance. He recognizes her wings-she bears the lines of two legendary birds within her, the Lunix-bird of the moon, of the Afterlife-and the Phoenix, bird of the sun and rebirth. He steps up to her and she spins into him, coming to a halt in surprise when she realizes that he's there. Their gazes meet. Hold. And, never breaking their gaze, they begin to dance together, the graceful movements carrying them across the glade, neither noticing the flowers and plants that spring up with each step they take together. Magic swells around them, overflowing from their hearts, the magic of two people bound together in endless love. The dance comes to an end, the two standing still in their final pose, and he whispers quietly in her ear: "Sweet Angel, what is your name...?" She smiles up at him. "I have no name." "Then your name is Luna, for the moon that loves you so." It was true-the light of the moon, which had just come out from behind the clouds, shone down into the glade, covering her in a silvery glow that made her appear ethereal in nature. She smiled up at him happily. This was what she had been searching for-a mate, a partner, someone who would sing and dance with her throughout their lives, and now she had him, she would never let him go. "Luna. I like it. What is your name...?" "Julian is what my family calls me." "What is 'family'?" He blinked at her in surprise, and then smiled. "Will you come with me? If you do, I will be able to show you what a family is." She nodded, and he took her hand, leading her through the forest and away from the glade. But that was alright, because she knew now what it was she had been looking for, and had found it in him. Behind them, the forest animals returned to their lives, unaware that they had been held there for hundreds of years. Julian, however, had only been there for a day. Neither of them knew, however, and still he led her through the trees, to his village, to the throne that he held as King of the Wolves, and to the life that she had been destined for since the instant she became aware of herself, up in the sky as she tumbled to the Earth below. |
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