Post by Safaria on Oct 12, 2008 22:33:20 GMT -5
Full Name - Safaria Romijin
Alias - Dae, means 'shadow' in a savage dialect she adopted during her travels.
Age - Twenty One
Occupation - Bounty Hunter
Alignment - Chaotic Neutral
Height and Weight - 5'7" and 134 lbs.
Tattoos or Scars - Safaria has aquired countless scars over the years, though most are not noticeable unless directly in the sunlight. Several litter her back and shoulders, one cutting vertically through her left eyebrow but stopping short above her eye. She has a total of four tattoos; one of which was not attainted voluntarily. That one in questions sits upon her hip nearing her inner thigh and depicts a simple black 'x'. The other two appear to be tribal tattoos and scrawl in a foriegn language. The translation is unknown.
Weapons - She is proficient with most weaponry but specializes and seems to favor a pair of twin daggers. She also prefers close combat as opposed to using weapons. Other skills of hers include sleight of hand, picking locks, decoding and reading body langauge.
Physical Appearance - There are very few things in such a broken world that one might deem ‘beautiful’. In fact, there seems to exist nothing of the sort amongst the rubble and ruin that lay haphazardly in all directions. Waste – all of it – for miles it lays in all of its deformity, and so if there had been anything sublime to speak of; it was tarnished by the ugliness of the war-torn city. Safaria, the name that ironically bears the recognition of ‘fair of face’ personifies instead the intense darkness of the home that has since collapsed around her. It was as though she were purposely sculpted to reflect the disaster and bleakness that now wholly consumed a place that had been so full of vivid colour and resilient spirit. One notable difference that separates these similarities however, is the fact that – for all of her gravity, there is no bleakness to speak of. In fact, the most appropriate way to describe her striking countenance would be to say that she bears quite a great deal of volume. A horrific refinement so utterly arresting that simply looking upon her is a beautiful agony.
With a heritage as rich as the Romijin’s, it came as a surprise – albeit not an unpleasant one – that Safaria had inherited none of the stereotypical features associated with any aspect of either of her ethnicities. Instead she conveys something of a romanesque profile, limbs abnormally long and thin; comparable to delicate bone-china liable to shatter into a hundred pieces upon the gentlest of persuasions. Her height, although it adds an air of superiority and regality, has lessened the evidence of feminine curves and steep dips commonly related to young girls her age. Unfortunately this also includes the coveted supple breasts that stand as a prevalent and sought after feature, standing as something of a landmark of womanhood. Despite her boyish figure however, it would be quiet a feat to deny that she has an enviable grace about her. Rhythmical in the way she moves and elegant in every sense of the word, Safaria carries herself in a fashion reminiscent of a queen amongst her humble subjects. Subtle gestures such as the lift of her chin and the perfected frown upon her lips are expressed artistically to demonstrate as much, expressed almost artistically across the haunted pallor of her sharp, dramatic features.
Perhaps her most startling feature, the colour of Safaria’s eyes stand as a metallic inky blue-green so dark it appears black at a distance, echoing the hue of the center of brittle sapphires dug from the deepest crevices the moist underground. Fringed in long, almost ornamental lashes which break like a wave across her cheek, and startling against the ashen colour of her skin, they carry the weight of her emotions within their mysterious depths. Many people have remarked that her slender nose and rosebud lips resemble that of a porcelain doll’s, eerily flawless in their placement and never giving anything away; such small details are all excruciatingly symmetrical so that staring at her for too long may cause one to wonder whether she’s alive or simply a life-size statue of alabaster and ivory. Sunken, shadowed contours, exquisite bone structure, high sweeping cheekbones and a pointed jaw do well to reflect the air of superiority coursing through her veins.
It should also be noted, there is no uncanny resemblance to her parents, much to their dismay, save for the swirl of glossy dark waves which spill unbound over her small, sloping shoulders. It was the same blackness of her mother and grandmother’s hair before her, groomed with great care and left long and always loose, it stands as the only source of femininity about her person.
Lastly, as it isn’t quite so relevant as some might assume it to be; Safaria’s attire is very simply put, tidy.
Overall, roguish, intense, dark and mysterious are all attributes that would fittingly describe this peculiarity of the Romijin lineage. Yet for all of her outward flaws there is a commanding aura that surrounds her, beckoning for one to venture closer and take a better look. Not all is what it seems after all, and though her features are much too hard and foreboding to be compared to the softness of her siblings’, there is no doubt that she possesses an eloquence left forgotten and underappreciated.
Personality - Very few people in the world know exactly what it is they want. Even less are motivated enough that they will stop at nothing until they have achieved whatever it is they so fervently desire. Or perhaps it isn’t simply a matter of motivation; perhaps it’s a psychological mosaic of courage, desperation, self-deception and a materialistic, shallow undertone that no one seems particularly fond of admitting to having stroked. There is an embarrassment that greed often leaves in its wake, troubling even to those of supposedly admirable morals. Seldom does anyone step up and accept their indulgence for what it is. Considered wholly by society as one of many carnal sins, over-eager consumption is looked down upon so severely that there is a fear of social exile. Someone like Safaria Romijin therefore comes as an unpleasant surprise to the rest of these misguided fools, and offers no apologies for whatever painful truth she may bring recognition to.
Reasonably one could label her the perfect exemplification of what it entails to be ‘cold hearted’. Calculating, manipulative, intent on satisfying her needs and her needs alone, it isn’t difficult to see that she fits the bill nicely. What remains, whether purposely or otherwise, ignored however in the case of Safaria, are the numerous other qualities – maybe not as glamorous as those aforementioned few – but certainly factors that influence her individuality. For that is what she is, an individual. Unique in her own right and quite mindful of it. The traits that personify those with similar values only scratch upon the surface of who she is and even allude to unfair stereotypes and judgments for so long placed upon the shoulders of those like her. Evil for example, though the term is applied far too liberally in such an age, is something she is not, and though she acknowledges that her father might be, she has never and will never allow herself to follow in his example. With as good intentions as anyone, it is only a matter of them being used for the right reasons.
Safaria may not be the kindest, nor most generous person but she is unquestionably loyal to those who have earned her trust. In their company she is as harmless as a newborn kitten and speaks with as much respect as she would someone of higher rank. Her only confidants in a world of traitors, she is careful to keep them close and would make great sacrifices to ensure their happiness. And like any young woman, you can expect her to be much more at ease amongst them than, say, a group of giggling strangers. Fun-loving and with an insatiable longing to be in the spotlight, Safaria knows how to have a good time and used to frequent less-than-legal ‘functions’ at some rowdy pubs in the country during the summer. Because the atmosphere was so somber at home, Safaria looked to make the most of the many months she now spends abroad, having wracked up quite a reputation over the course of her years travelling. Despite her parents’ ineptness when it comes to expressing themselves through anything but frowns and narrowed eyebrows, it seems their only daughter picked up on the art of persuasion and socializing quickly. Able to mingle easily amongst even a large group of people, it isn’t difficult for her to adopt a feigned look of pleasant surprise at a moment’s whim. This has proven very useful, specifically when she ends up getting herself in a bind.
What may come as the greatest surprise to most people about Safaria is the fact that, though she is somewhat promiscuous, she does not make it a habit to sleep with just anyone who offers it freely. In fact she holds herself and her reputation in high-esteem and would never see it tarnished by such a vulgar means. Of course as a fairly attractive girl with subtle curves and a brilliant smile it’s no wonder she’s taught herself to use her body to get places, but only by employing a more tactful, respectable approach than most other girls can claim. Still, there are occasions when she allows herself to succumb to the wanton desires of hormonal men.
Safaria can also be as terrible as the words ‘callous WIDDLE WOOF WOOF’ paints her sort to be. Devious and easily jealous, it wouldn’t be considered a stretch for her to seek revenge on anyone who has crossed her. Wrathful and possessive, this could apply to anything that she believes ‘belongs’ to her in any way. Though she would never go so far as to actually harming anyone – she prefers to allow others to get their hands dirty, so to speak – Safaria is normally the brains behind these vengeful operations. Something of a perfectionist, she will remain on the sidelines until everything has been carried out in exact detail. One mistake and prepare for a lengthily scolding. One thing Safaria can’t stand is failure, whether by herself or someone else, being showed up by anyone is one of her largest pet peeves, faithful in her proficiency at seeing things through to the very end with favorable results. It is acknowledged even by herself that she is a sore loser and though she may curse and scream for a good while, Safaria refuses to pout or sulk about it. Whining raises the hairs on the back of her neck. Such childish behaviour is beyond her and able to cause the girl to snap from the sheer frustration of having to listen to it.
And though many of her sort are made out to be pathological liars, Safaria avoids doing so as often as possible. The more lies that are spun the likelier and likelier you are apt to getting caught up in the tales. Because she is so fearful of being outwitted, she strays from telling too many fibs and instead looks to exaggeration as a more effective tool.
One of Safaria’s more interesting quirks is the enjoyment and fulfillment she receives from playing ‘cat and mouse’. After discovering someone who can play mind-games as well as she can, it’s only a matter of time before she puts up a challenge. Though this behaviour is mostly reserved for men, it is not out of the ordinary to see her doing the same for other girls. Because they tend to be very intelligent and quick on their feet, they’re usually a safe bet for a little bit of ‘fun’.
Determined and aggressive, you won’t see her back down very often. Every bit as cold-hearted on the outside, you’ll also find yourself hardpressed to be the audience of her softer, sensitive side unless you’ve been taken into her circle of comrades. Though it isn’t easily noticeable she has a good heart that has just been broken and patched up too many times to function properly. A fallen angel who doesn’t count on her lucky stars anymore, Safaria Romijin is sure to leave a lasting impression.
Personal History - Much of Safaria's childhood remains shrouded in mystery and may only be guessed at. The most anyone has ever come to know of the woman's past consists of a vague relation to the Avaren's Royal military, an impossible father whom had forsaken his wife and raised his only child with an iron fist. One thing is for certain, Safaria knows far more than she lets on and has somehow secured ties with some of the most difficult people to reach. She has also made it doubly clear that she is never to be questioned about her father, never once uttering his name aloud in the presence of others. Before she became involved in the Bounty Hunting business, it has been told she was taught to withstand both physical and verbal assault and has endured countless torture sessions after having been apprehended a total of six times.
Alias - Dae, means 'shadow' in a savage dialect she adopted during her travels.
Age - Twenty One
Occupation - Bounty Hunter
Alignment - Chaotic Neutral
Height and Weight - 5'7" and 134 lbs.
Tattoos or Scars - Safaria has aquired countless scars over the years, though most are not noticeable unless directly in the sunlight. Several litter her back and shoulders, one cutting vertically through her left eyebrow but stopping short above her eye. She has a total of four tattoos; one of which was not attainted voluntarily. That one in questions sits upon her hip nearing her inner thigh and depicts a simple black 'x'. The other two appear to be tribal tattoos and scrawl in a foriegn language. The translation is unknown.
Weapons - She is proficient with most weaponry but specializes and seems to favor a pair of twin daggers. She also prefers close combat as opposed to using weapons. Other skills of hers include sleight of hand, picking locks, decoding and reading body langauge.
Physical Appearance - There are very few things in such a broken world that one might deem ‘beautiful’. In fact, there seems to exist nothing of the sort amongst the rubble and ruin that lay haphazardly in all directions. Waste – all of it – for miles it lays in all of its deformity, and so if there had been anything sublime to speak of; it was tarnished by the ugliness of the war-torn city. Safaria, the name that ironically bears the recognition of ‘fair of face’ personifies instead the intense darkness of the home that has since collapsed around her. It was as though she were purposely sculpted to reflect the disaster and bleakness that now wholly consumed a place that had been so full of vivid colour and resilient spirit. One notable difference that separates these similarities however, is the fact that – for all of her gravity, there is no bleakness to speak of. In fact, the most appropriate way to describe her striking countenance would be to say that she bears quite a great deal of volume. A horrific refinement so utterly arresting that simply looking upon her is a beautiful agony.
With a heritage as rich as the Romijin’s, it came as a surprise – albeit not an unpleasant one – that Safaria had inherited none of the stereotypical features associated with any aspect of either of her ethnicities. Instead she conveys something of a romanesque profile, limbs abnormally long and thin; comparable to delicate bone-china liable to shatter into a hundred pieces upon the gentlest of persuasions. Her height, although it adds an air of superiority and regality, has lessened the evidence of feminine curves and steep dips commonly related to young girls her age. Unfortunately this also includes the coveted supple breasts that stand as a prevalent and sought after feature, standing as something of a landmark of womanhood. Despite her boyish figure however, it would be quiet a feat to deny that she has an enviable grace about her. Rhythmical in the way she moves and elegant in every sense of the word, Safaria carries herself in a fashion reminiscent of a queen amongst her humble subjects. Subtle gestures such as the lift of her chin and the perfected frown upon her lips are expressed artistically to demonstrate as much, expressed almost artistically across the haunted pallor of her sharp, dramatic features.
Perhaps her most startling feature, the colour of Safaria’s eyes stand as a metallic inky blue-green so dark it appears black at a distance, echoing the hue of the center of brittle sapphires dug from the deepest crevices the moist underground. Fringed in long, almost ornamental lashes which break like a wave across her cheek, and startling against the ashen colour of her skin, they carry the weight of her emotions within their mysterious depths. Many people have remarked that her slender nose and rosebud lips resemble that of a porcelain doll’s, eerily flawless in their placement and never giving anything away; such small details are all excruciatingly symmetrical so that staring at her for too long may cause one to wonder whether she’s alive or simply a life-size statue of alabaster and ivory. Sunken, shadowed contours, exquisite bone structure, high sweeping cheekbones and a pointed jaw do well to reflect the air of superiority coursing through her veins.
It should also be noted, there is no uncanny resemblance to her parents, much to their dismay, save for the swirl of glossy dark waves which spill unbound over her small, sloping shoulders. It was the same blackness of her mother and grandmother’s hair before her, groomed with great care and left long and always loose, it stands as the only source of femininity about her person.
Lastly, as it isn’t quite so relevant as some might assume it to be; Safaria’s attire is very simply put, tidy.
Overall, roguish, intense, dark and mysterious are all attributes that would fittingly describe this peculiarity of the Romijin lineage. Yet for all of her outward flaws there is a commanding aura that surrounds her, beckoning for one to venture closer and take a better look. Not all is what it seems after all, and though her features are much too hard and foreboding to be compared to the softness of her siblings’, there is no doubt that she possesses an eloquence left forgotten and underappreciated.
Personality - Very few people in the world know exactly what it is they want. Even less are motivated enough that they will stop at nothing until they have achieved whatever it is they so fervently desire. Or perhaps it isn’t simply a matter of motivation; perhaps it’s a psychological mosaic of courage, desperation, self-deception and a materialistic, shallow undertone that no one seems particularly fond of admitting to having stroked. There is an embarrassment that greed often leaves in its wake, troubling even to those of supposedly admirable morals. Seldom does anyone step up and accept their indulgence for what it is. Considered wholly by society as one of many carnal sins, over-eager consumption is looked down upon so severely that there is a fear of social exile. Someone like Safaria Romijin therefore comes as an unpleasant surprise to the rest of these misguided fools, and offers no apologies for whatever painful truth she may bring recognition to.
Reasonably one could label her the perfect exemplification of what it entails to be ‘cold hearted’. Calculating, manipulative, intent on satisfying her needs and her needs alone, it isn’t difficult to see that she fits the bill nicely. What remains, whether purposely or otherwise, ignored however in the case of Safaria, are the numerous other qualities – maybe not as glamorous as those aforementioned few – but certainly factors that influence her individuality. For that is what she is, an individual. Unique in her own right and quite mindful of it. The traits that personify those with similar values only scratch upon the surface of who she is and even allude to unfair stereotypes and judgments for so long placed upon the shoulders of those like her. Evil for example, though the term is applied far too liberally in such an age, is something she is not, and though she acknowledges that her father might be, she has never and will never allow herself to follow in his example. With as good intentions as anyone, it is only a matter of them being used for the right reasons.
Safaria may not be the kindest, nor most generous person but she is unquestionably loyal to those who have earned her trust. In their company she is as harmless as a newborn kitten and speaks with as much respect as she would someone of higher rank. Her only confidants in a world of traitors, she is careful to keep them close and would make great sacrifices to ensure their happiness. And like any young woman, you can expect her to be much more at ease amongst them than, say, a group of giggling strangers. Fun-loving and with an insatiable longing to be in the spotlight, Safaria knows how to have a good time and used to frequent less-than-legal ‘functions’ at some rowdy pubs in the country during the summer. Because the atmosphere was so somber at home, Safaria looked to make the most of the many months she now spends abroad, having wracked up quite a reputation over the course of her years travelling. Despite her parents’ ineptness when it comes to expressing themselves through anything but frowns and narrowed eyebrows, it seems their only daughter picked up on the art of persuasion and socializing quickly. Able to mingle easily amongst even a large group of people, it isn’t difficult for her to adopt a feigned look of pleasant surprise at a moment’s whim. This has proven very useful, specifically when she ends up getting herself in a bind.
What may come as the greatest surprise to most people about Safaria is the fact that, though she is somewhat promiscuous, she does not make it a habit to sleep with just anyone who offers it freely. In fact she holds herself and her reputation in high-esteem and would never see it tarnished by such a vulgar means. Of course as a fairly attractive girl with subtle curves and a brilliant smile it’s no wonder she’s taught herself to use her body to get places, but only by employing a more tactful, respectable approach than most other girls can claim. Still, there are occasions when she allows herself to succumb to the wanton desires of hormonal men.
Safaria can also be as terrible as the words ‘callous WIDDLE WOOF WOOF’ paints her sort to be. Devious and easily jealous, it wouldn’t be considered a stretch for her to seek revenge on anyone who has crossed her. Wrathful and possessive, this could apply to anything that she believes ‘belongs’ to her in any way. Though she would never go so far as to actually harming anyone – she prefers to allow others to get their hands dirty, so to speak – Safaria is normally the brains behind these vengeful operations. Something of a perfectionist, she will remain on the sidelines until everything has been carried out in exact detail. One mistake and prepare for a lengthily scolding. One thing Safaria can’t stand is failure, whether by herself or someone else, being showed up by anyone is one of her largest pet peeves, faithful in her proficiency at seeing things through to the very end with favorable results. It is acknowledged even by herself that she is a sore loser and though she may curse and scream for a good while, Safaria refuses to pout or sulk about it. Whining raises the hairs on the back of her neck. Such childish behaviour is beyond her and able to cause the girl to snap from the sheer frustration of having to listen to it.
And though many of her sort are made out to be pathological liars, Safaria avoids doing so as often as possible. The more lies that are spun the likelier and likelier you are apt to getting caught up in the tales. Because she is so fearful of being outwitted, she strays from telling too many fibs and instead looks to exaggeration as a more effective tool.
One of Safaria’s more interesting quirks is the enjoyment and fulfillment she receives from playing ‘cat and mouse’. After discovering someone who can play mind-games as well as she can, it’s only a matter of time before she puts up a challenge. Though this behaviour is mostly reserved for men, it is not out of the ordinary to see her doing the same for other girls. Because they tend to be very intelligent and quick on their feet, they’re usually a safe bet for a little bit of ‘fun’.
Determined and aggressive, you won’t see her back down very often. Every bit as cold-hearted on the outside, you’ll also find yourself hardpressed to be the audience of her softer, sensitive side unless you’ve been taken into her circle of comrades. Though it isn’t easily noticeable she has a good heart that has just been broken and patched up too many times to function properly. A fallen angel who doesn’t count on her lucky stars anymore, Safaria Romijin is sure to leave a lasting impression.
Personal History - Much of Safaria's childhood remains shrouded in mystery and may only be guessed at. The most anyone has ever come to know of the woman's past consists of a vague relation to the Avaren's Royal military, an impossible father whom had forsaken his wife and raised his only child with an iron fist. One thing is for certain, Safaria knows far more than she lets on and has somehow secured ties with some of the most difficult people to reach. She has also made it doubly clear that she is never to be questioned about her father, never once uttering his name aloud in the presence of others. Before she became involved in the Bounty Hunting business, it has been told she was taught to withstand both physical and verbal assault and has endured countless torture sessions after having been apprehended a total of six times.
[ ooc; More will eventually be revealed via roleplay. ]