Post by shiiodalca on Nov 29, 2009 23:15:19 GMT -5
»Thou That Walks
Name: Shiio "Dalca" (a surname she uses only at convenience)
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Birthday: Unknown
Species: Daemon
Appearance
Hair: Black, very long, usually kept in a practical braid
Eyes: Amber, bright
Complextion: Pale, but streaked with gold in the right light
Build: Tall and thin, almost spindly
Attire: Versatile traveling clothes, easily dons both male and female clothing
Vocals: Pleasant upper tones
[Thou That Perceives]
Personality: Very solemn and low key, little disturbs or agitates her anymore as her energy has worn down over time, but her heart remains open even yet, and the way to stoke her passion once more is through her love and not limited to romantic. She laughs softly, she cries quietly and she angers seldom.
Sexuality: Far too old to be concerned with such limitations
Strengths: Despite her appearance it'd be difficult to find her match in physical prowess. The depths of her knowledge go back millenia, and one's ability to love and empathize should never be overlooked
Weaknesses: She can still get her heartbroken, but before that, she doesn't always stand up or defend when she ought to, even when her own life seems to be in danger
Abilities
Active: Strength, speed, and rapid healing. Heightened senses
Passive: All of the above become augmented (EXCEPT HEALING) when she is enraged (which is almost never now)
Weapons: A plain, worn sword, carried on a suspended back sheath
Animal Form: N/A though in battle she may seem animalistic
History: Born a very simple village girl, to a loving father and a sickly mother, she adored and was adored in turn by her much older brother, Bergi. Her first pain came at age three when her mother died, but no one was surprised as she'd never fully recovered her unremarkable strength after birthing Shiio. A few short years later her brother began to travel, further and further from home, sharing his faith and purity with those he encountered until he met a foe he was not prepared to fight, a daemon. To his arguable fortune, he was saved from death by his warrior priest companion, but not from a far more painful fate. He unwittingly trapped the daemon inside himself, through the strength of his devotion and purity, but Bergi could only contain the beast for so long. Wanting to see his family one more time, he did expect the beast to break free so soon. Limited in his options, he chose to merge the daemon in his sister, the nearest person who could accept it, not simply contain it and ultimately die.
In an unwitting rage, she destroyed her entire village, a memory she has forgotten but that haunted her for years. She sought refuge in a nearby city and though they did not try to kill her, she was an outsider, until a kind man befriended her and ultimately showed her love, but at the cost of his life when the affair came out. Another massacre, more ghosts, and Shiio cast off civilized life and bound herself to the forest, until, years later, the peril of a young girl, and then her gentle heart reminded the tormented woman what it was to care.
So the years wound on, and she would gain a companion and ultimately she would lose them, to death, to betrayal, to war, and on one special occasion, to life. She learned to accept things to make the unending journey easier, but this has become a crutch and she has began to accept too much, rather than fight, even when she should.
Family:
»Thou That Is Born
Other; Shiio was a character I had conceptualized a couple of years ago for a series of short stories. She fit here, and the above passage is one of the clips
