Character Name: Tzaria Imiary Temnus, or ‘Imi’.
Status: Student.
Age: 19, almost 20.
Gender: Female.
Race: Mostly human, with a little bit of Djinn blood in her.
Height: 5’11”.
Weight: 139 lbs.
Build: Slim, muscular, but not bulky, Very small bust. Being the kind of person who fluctuates between weights, she is very self-conscious about her form.
Appearance:
Hair- Ash black with the faintest hint of grey, Imi’s hair is long, falling a bit past her shoulders. The front always falls into her face. She tires quite quickly of trying to keep it completely out of her eyes, letting it sweep in front of her right to reap the advantages of seeing from her left.
Eyes- Her eyes are a luminous brown, so much to appear molten bronze in color; framed by long, dark-black eyelashes. She is nearsighted in both eyes, and finds it slightly harder to focus with her right eye than her left.
Skin- Her skin tone is the color of dark gold, with a number of pale and dark scars on her arms, face, and back.
Features- Imi’s face is a rather sharp-featured thing, with somewhat low-set cheekbones. A pale, deep scar lines the bridge of her nose, accentuating its length. She has bronze-colored lips that appear slightly fuller than they are, due to a scar set horizontally below her mouth. Her eyes, like Venus flytraps, possess the ability to lure any man, or woman, into a staring contest, which she will doubtless win. Her eyes are a molten bronze in color, which greatly complement her ash-black hair. Her ears, accentuating their leafy, fur-covered points, are the only remnant from her Djinn ancestry. On her hips are tattoos of twisting briars, coming down each leg to about mid-calf, which, when she wears less than her normal amount of clothing, she displays with a sense of pride and great zeal. They mark her as being a survivor of the Desert trials.
Clothing- Imiary wears a simple dark-grey tunic and pant under her Daskhir; or traditional Nornese cloak. It looks like a combination of a hooded robe and scarf, with a long piece of cloth coming off of one side where the hood meets with the body of the cloak. On the other side is a slit where it can be fed through. It is then wrapped around the face and hood and secured with a cloak pin. Hers is a hawk, made of pale filigree silver with bronze eyes. She got it from her father. The cloak itself is a dark dusty amethyst, with gold and indigo threads stitched in a simple design at the edges. She also wears a pair of knee-high, lace up boots. They are crafted from spelled leather- resistant to water, heat, and abrasion. They are attached to hard platform heels made of a material similar to cork, but harder.
Likes: Spicy foods, Burgundy, the smell of dew, storms.
Dislikes: Bitter things, Annoying people, cold weather.
Fears: Imiary is superstitious, and has a number of small quirks because of it.
Strengths: Relatively intelligent, with unusually quick reaction times. She has a protective flinch on her right side to try to compensate for her weak eye. Relatively independent.
Weaknesses: Weak left eye, easy to unbalance, extremely prone to colds. Overindependent, she doesn’t want to impose on anyone by making special requests, which often gets her in trouble. Her left ribcage has broken three times in the same place, making it easier than normal to break. Her left hand has a weak grip, due to the missing pinky.
Weapons: A long, unornamented blade, named Feighr (pron. Fear), about two and a half feet long with a slight curve. It is made of the finest watersteel, known widely in her country for the rippled blue-and white pattern on it which gives it its name. She also has a glaive, with fifty six inches of thick Ironwood stave capped by seventeen inches of curved watersteel on each side. The blades are removeable through a long process. It is called Pannich (pron. Panic).
Personality: A standoffish person mainly because she doesn’t feel comfortable speaking the Common tongue, Imiary listens much more than she talks. She can be quite passionate about certain things, and will do her best to show it then.
Bio: Imiary was born the fourth child of her parents, Tzar Temnus and Tsabine Lesane. By the time she was three, only two of her elder siblings survived. Life was simple, if not difficult, being raised as just another child in Teslamus- the only children deemed worthy of higher living were the heirs- It was life. Death was not a sad thing, but merely a passing on- something to be worshiped, and mourning held more for the living than the dead. She was raised by her mother’s sister, and her older brother with her; their older sister being the one to inherit, and therefore be raised into the delicate culture of ruling. At the age of twelve, Imiary was chosen by the guild of warriors in the Isle of Telsameth to be raised into the way of an envoy. Given some training with a glaive, and put into the company of a traveling desert troupe, she started to learn the trade she would grow up with. Six years traveling in near-total isolation over the great sand expanses of the Butterfly Continent, gaining experience in her future way of life, she was contacted by a messenger. Both her siblings were dead; her brother in a disease three years ago, and her sister and mother by fire not three months past.
For a month she mourned, then returned to The capital. By consensus of the Noble Court, she traveled to the ‘Center of the Modern World’, Konalter, for her education, where she learned of the nobles’ school for weaponry known as House of Bricks.
Pet: She has a falcon she brings to the school called Nessus. He isn’t tame by any measure, but she has a whistle to call him with and knows a scant bit about falconry. Nessus was a gift from Imi’s father, when she left Teslamus to go to Konalter, and become cultured in the way needed for the new heir.
Extra: Imiary's left hand lacks the pinky finger. She has taken the measure to get her hand cosmetically repaired, so that it looks normal at a glance.
Status: Student.
Age: 19, almost 20.
Gender: Female.
Race: Mostly human, with a little bit of Djinn blood in her.
Height: 5’11”.
Weight: 139 lbs.
Build: Slim, muscular, but not bulky, Very small bust. Being the kind of person who fluctuates between weights, she is very self-conscious about her form.
Appearance:
Hair- Ash black with the faintest hint of grey, Imi’s hair is long, falling a bit past her shoulders. The front always falls into her face. She tires quite quickly of trying to keep it completely out of her eyes, letting it sweep in front of her right to reap the advantages of seeing from her left.
Eyes- Her eyes are a luminous brown, so much to appear molten bronze in color; framed by long, dark-black eyelashes. She is nearsighted in both eyes, and finds it slightly harder to focus with her right eye than her left.
Skin- Her skin tone is the color of dark gold, with a number of pale and dark scars on her arms, face, and back.
Features- Imi’s face is a rather sharp-featured thing, with somewhat low-set cheekbones. A pale, deep scar lines the bridge of her nose, accentuating its length. She has bronze-colored lips that appear slightly fuller than they are, due to a scar set horizontally below her mouth. Her eyes, like Venus flytraps, possess the ability to lure any man, or woman, into a staring contest, which she will doubtless win. Her eyes are a molten bronze in color, which greatly complement her ash-black hair. Her ears, accentuating their leafy, fur-covered points, are the only remnant from her Djinn ancestry. On her hips are tattoos of twisting briars, coming down each leg to about mid-calf, which, when she wears less than her normal amount of clothing, she displays with a sense of pride and great zeal. They mark her as being a survivor of the Desert trials.
Clothing- Imiary wears a simple dark-grey tunic and pant under her Daskhir; or traditional Nornese cloak. It looks like a combination of a hooded robe and scarf, with a long piece of cloth coming off of one side where the hood meets with the body of the cloak. On the other side is a slit where it can be fed through. It is then wrapped around the face and hood and secured with a cloak pin. Hers is a hawk, made of pale filigree silver with bronze eyes. She got it from her father. The cloak itself is a dark dusty amethyst, with gold and indigo threads stitched in a simple design at the edges. She also wears a pair of knee-high, lace up boots. They are crafted from spelled leather- resistant to water, heat, and abrasion. They are attached to hard platform heels made of a material similar to cork, but harder.
Likes: Spicy foods, Burgundy, the smell of dew, storms.
Dislikes: Bitter things, Annoying people, cold weather.
Fears: Imiary is superstitious, and has a number of small quirks because of it.
Strengths: Relatively intelligent, with unusually quick reaction times. She has a protective flinch on her right side to try to compensate for her weak eye. Relatively independent.
Weaknesses: Weak left eye, easy to unbalance, extremely prone to colds. Overindependent, she doesn’t want to impose on anyone by making special requests, which often gets her in trouble. Her left ribcage has broken three times in the same place, making it easier than normal to break. Her left hand has a weak grip, due to the missing pinky.
Weapons: A long, unornamented blade, named Feighr (pron. Fear), about two and a half feet long with a slight curve. It is made of the finest watersteel, known widely in her country for the rippled blue-and white pattern on it which gives it its name. She also has a glaive, with fifty six inches of thick Ironwood stave capped by seventeen inches of curved watersteel on each side. The blades are removeable through a long process. It is called Pannich (pron. Panic).
Personality: A standoffish person mainly because she doesn’t feel comfortable speaking the Common tongue, Imiary listens much more than she talks. She can be quite passionate about certain things, and will do her best to show it then.
Bio: Imiary was born the fourth child of her parents, Tzar Temnus and Tsabine Lesane. By the time she was three, only two of her elder siblings survived. Life was simple, if not difficult, being raised as just another child in Teslamus- the only children deemed worthy of higher living were the heirs- It was life. Death was not a sad thing, but merely a passing on- something to be worshiped, and mourning held more for the living than the dead. She was raised by her mother’s sister, and her older brother with her; their older sister being the one to inherit, and therefore be raised into the delicate culture of ruling. At the age of twelve, Imiary was chosen by the guild of warriors in the Isle of Telsameth to be raised into the way of an envoy. Given some training with a glaive, and put into the company of a traveling desert troupe, she started to learn the trade she would grow up with. Six years traveling in near-total isolation over the great sand expanses of the Butterfly Continent, gaining experience in her future way of life, she was contacted by a messenger. Both her siblings were dead; her brother in a disease three years ago, and her sister and mother by fire not three months past.
For a month she mourned, then returned to The capital. By consensus of the Noble Court, she traveled to the ‘Center of the Modern World’, Konalter, for her education, where she learned of the nobles’ school for weaponry known as House of Bricks.
Pet: She has a falcon she brings to the school called Nessus. He isn’t tame by any measure, but she has a whistle to call him with and knows a scant bit about falconry. Nessus was a gift from Imi’s father, when she left Teslamus to go to Konalter, and become cultured in the way needed for the new heir.
Extra: Imiary's left hand lacks the pinky finger. She has taken the measure to get her hand cosmetically repaired, so that it looks normal at a glance.
