Post by amber on Apr 12, 2012 16:45:30 GMT -5
Niira (Anor)
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
full name, niira anor (anor is a given surname, not an inherited one)
nicknames, ---
age, apparent 29 actual 500
class/profession, healer
marital status, single
race, ¼ elf ¾ man (I have talked to Phips about this, for member groups sake if you want to call her a man that's fine with me since she is mostly.)
alliance, supports the “good”, but as a healer, she's mostly neutral
hair, medium length, dark brown, usually straight and down, though sometimes tied back if she's working really hard
eyes, a sort of hazel-grey. Wider than they are tall, with long lashes
build and body, 5'8” slim with little muscle on her
anything else, none
face claim, olivia wilde
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likes,
*healing – She's been doing this for a while, granted she's only recently (last two hundred years) been able to heal on her own without a supervisor. It's her passion, but as few people leave Rivendell, it's rare that she gets the opportunity to work on someone
*archery – She's genuinely horrible at this. Her one-fourth elf gives her grace, but hardly any hand-eye coordination, though she can see better than someone fully human. Despite that, she's a horrible shot and as such not much of a fighter.
*trees – She would live in them if allowed. As it is, her small home does sit close to several trees.
*the sun – Her “last name” is Sindarin for sun, making her Niira of the Sun. In Rivendell, there is quite a bit of sun. She has been unfortunate enough to venture outside of her home on an occasion to see that this is not true for every place.
*travel – Not so much the travel part as visiting other elven communities. Actually, the physical traveling part scares her, but it's the only way to get anywhere else.
dislikes,
*dwarves – It isn't so much that she dislikes them, it's just that she doesn't see a use for people who spend their time living underground. And she definitely doesn't know enough to like them in general.
*feeling useless – This happens a lot. She is fairly certain the only thing she's good for is healing.
*death – She has seen a few deaths, though not many. The problem is, the deaths are of her human ancestors, so it's been painful. Death, in general, is very sad for her.
*war – This, too, is sad. It means loss. Loss is something that Niira doesn't do well with. Fitting, then, that she spends her life trying to prevent loss as a healer.
*darkness – Mostly figuratively, though she prefers daylight to night as well. Niira spent her first hundred or so years a little naive. She wanted to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but she's come to realize that not everyone is as internally light as she would have hoped.
strengths,
*healing – Again, this is what she does. Her life is dedicated to healing those in pain.
*caring – Even if she dislikes a race, she has the ability to care for individuals.
*grace – This is one of the possibly few things that she's inherited from her elf side.
*intelligent – For all her fears and weaknesses, Niira is actually very intelligent. Whether this is natural or just from tedious studying, Niira is able to recall things she's really heard once or twice.
*tree whispering – Most elves have the ability to sort of speak to trees, Niira has learned from the elves around her and has developed this trait.
*slow to age – Being a fourth elf, she ages very, very slowly, but eventually she will die.
weaknesses,
*fighting – Niira does not possess the skill needed to fight. She did not inherit the necessary hand-eye coordination
*naive – Even though she's seen darkness, she'd still like to believe there is a goodness in people, though she has accepted that some people have lost their light.
*dealing with death – She'll keep her wits about her when she's trying to prevent death, but once faced with it, Niira has a tendency to fall apart.
*human illnesses – Being mostly human, Niira is capable of catching any human disease and getting sick.
*love – Not in the sense that she falls easily or that she envies it, rather, Niira is afraid of what love might bring.
fears,
*death – Having witnessed it first-hand, and knowing that she is only part elf, Niira has difficulty reconciling with the fact that she will some day die.
*romantic relationships – She has had a few, but she is so deathly afraid of death (haha) that she is afraid of what might happen if she falls for someone and ends up reproducing. She cares too much to put anyone through the suffering that comes with the knowledge of death.
*travel – As said before, she likes visiting elves, she does not enjoy the getting there part. It frightens her, wondering what she might come across outside of her safe Rivendell.
dreams,
*avoid death – Not likely. Niira is so preoccupied with the thought of death that she's likely to die earlier than she should even as a half-breed.
*learn to shoot – She does enjoy a good bow and arrow, but she really has no skill with them at all. It'd be nice to have some means of protecting herself, though.
*be less vulnerable – She tries to make herself mentally and emotionally strong, but physically she's very weak.
personality,
Caring;;
The hybrid has a great potential to be caring, almost to a fault. She wants to see the light in everyone, and that isn't always possible. Due to this, she is easily taken advantage of. Niira has accepted that some people have gone so far into darkness that that is all there is left, but she still thinks that several can be saved and brought back to what was once good in them. Though she does hold some prejudice against dwarves (like most elves), if she were put in a situation and given the option of healing one or not, she wouldn't hesitate to start the healing process. Despite being an easy target of sorts for those who would take advantage of her, her ability to care is part of what makes her a good healer. She wouldn't like to admit it, but she feels an emotional connection to anyone she aids. Her caring isn't limited to just the breathing, but she has a deep respect for nature as well.
Damsel In Distress;;
Not in the sense that she constantly finds herself in trouble, but Niira is a sort of distressed damsel in the sense that she has very little to protect herself with should she get into any sort of dangerous situation. She has little physical strength and she has practically no fighting ability. The only really life saving qualities she possesses are the ability to heal and the knack for talking to trees, and really, there isn't a lot a tree can do besides shield a person. This isn't something she prides herself on. There's nothing honorable about not being able to protect yourself. The best she can do is heal others who have not been able to successfully defend themselves.
Afraid;;
Fear is a big part of Niira's life, especially when it comes to death. Her life centers around death. She knows she will die, but she is afraid of it. She has seen others die and it saddens her more than it should, almost as if it destroys part of her. Most of the fears she has has something to with her massive fear of death. She is afraid to get involved with anyone because if she does either her death or the death of an offspring will sadden someone. She is unable to see how full blooded humans deal with this portion of their existence.
Sheltered;;
Niira has led, thus far, a fairly sheltered life. Aside from the deaths of her parents and the few people she has been unable to save while healing, very little has happened to upset her daily routine. Living in an elf community means that rarely does anyone die and in Rivendell, the darkness has yet to reach her while she stays within the boundaries. She has been out of the walls on a few occasions where it was likely that an extra healer was needed, but she rarely traveled by herself, mostly out of her fear of what might happen if she was alone.
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father, Araeor, deceased (battle injuries), half elf half man
mother, Gayna, deceased, Rohirrim
siblings, none
other figures, Grandfather Teolil (elf) ; Grandmother Helve (Rohirrim), deceased
lineage, Teolil is from Rivendell, Helve of Rohan. They hada son raised in Rivendell Araeor, who sought out his history in Rohan, and met Gayna, who gave him a daughter, Niira.
history,
As a child, Niira spent hours upon hours playing in the trees around the family home. She was raised by her father and grandfather, having never met her grandmother. Her mother died from a human illness when Niira had turned only seventeen. This was the first time that Niira truly understood that her life could be taken away from her. It wasn't enough to scare her into the intense fear she has for death today, but it was a start. Niira had cared for her mother deeply and during her last months hadn't left her mother's side, which she now realizes probably wasn't the healthiest thing to do. She watched the delicate elven hands as they worked over her mother, trying to heal her. But whatever had contaminated the woman's body had developed too far and she didn't survive much longer. The final resting place for Niira's mother became a place near the woods by their house where a there was a gap between two trees. Niira had insisted that the grave be placed where it can see the sun, but also be shielded from the rain. It was really the first death she had seen. Gayna was only human but Niira hadn't been prepared for anyone's death. She knew her grandmother had died before she was even born and that was sad, but she couldn't completely grasp the concept of death until now.
At the age of eighteen, after recovering as much as possible from her mother's death, Niira began to study the art of healing. Though she was only a fourth elf, the others welcomed her with open arms. She was only a student, however, not allowed to really do much of anything aside from observe and in some cases she wasn't even allowed in the rooms of the injured. This carried on for several decades. It was during this time that her father returned to Rivendell with injuries from a battle. After already losing a mother, no one thought it was a good idea for Niira to watch her father die as well. Niira was never a very physically strong girl, but she put up one hell of a fight as two elves carried her struggling body out of site of her father. She had seen enough to know that Araeor had lost a lot of blood. It seemed as though several nights passed before Niira was allowed back in to see her father. Now around thirty, Niira watched as her father's body passed from their realm into the next. A tall elf came to her about half way through the night, her hands still clinging to her father's, and explained that they hadn't thought he'd go so quickly, that it was just meant for her to say goodbye. So Niira witnessed her second parent's passing.
It was ingrained in her mind more than ever that she needed to become a healer now. The loss of both her parents, one of which had elf blood, was enough to scare her into not only dreading death but fearing it as much as one would fear Mordor. This time she didn't even take a break. The grief from her father's death only pushed her desire to help more. After quite a bit more time she was allowed to work directly on people. Living in an elven community meant that there weren't too many people to heal. A few outsiders from time to time and elves who came back injured. During the time of her supervision, she saw a few people pass into the realm of their fathers and each one shook her, but not as much as it had with her parents.
In the last two hundred years, she's been allowed to work without supervision, though she still works with others at times. She joined the healing riders, who journey on horses on the rare occasion that someone from another land requests their assistance. The traveling portion of that scares her, knowing that she is mortal and even battle wounds could harm an elf so how much worse would it be for someone with only a part of their grace? She does enjoy seeing other lands though, especially the elven communities because they are closer to her comfort zone.
alias, amber
age, 24
experience, I've lost track of the years
other characters, none
rp sample,Things weren't exactly going well at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their new Headmaster spent a lot of time in his office, doing what Ginny wasn't exactly sure. Honestly, she didn't care either. She was more focused on the new professors, the Carrows. They were the ones who inflicted the most pain on the students. Punishments were becoming common and what did they do for that? Not cleaning trophies or something normal and boring, but having other students practice the Cruciatus Curse on you. Ginny was among the few people who refused to torture other students and therefore got tortured even worse. But she had to do it. She, along with Neville and Luna, were reforming Dumbledore's Army. And who knew how much longer Ginny would even be allowed in Hogwarts. Once the Death Eaters found out that Ron wasn't sick like they had been telling everyone, her family would have to stop working and school would be the worst place for any of them to be.
On the bright side, Hogwarts had this very useful room that they'd all used before. The Room of Requirement had given the students the one thing they really needed: a way out of the castle. The passage connected Hogwarts to the Hog's Head. The little pub that smelled strongly of goats and things that Ginny didn't want to mention just because she didn't like to think about how dirty their new little safe haven was. Mr. Dumbledore cared for the students secretly, sent them food and anything they needed that the were unable to get the Room of Requirement to produce.
Even with this direct passage, Ginny still felt like she needed to disguise herself if she was going out during the day. She might run into someone and she didn't want to be recognized as a student. As long as she didn't perform magic, she should be able to pull it off. She was sixteen now. One more year and she would be an adult. Today Ginny's disguise wasn't much, but she was happy with it. She'd made a potion that was more like a shampoo that temporarily change the color of her hair to a dark shade of brown instead of her bright, fiery red. She wore a pair of jeans and a dark green sweater over her black t-shirt. It was enough that no one would immediately recognize her as a Weasley if they weren't paying much attention to her.
The now brown-haired girl stepped out of the painting in the back of the Hog's Head building and looked around. No Aberforth. Well, maybe he was up front with the... erm... goat. The natives of the Room of Requirement were getting restless and Ginny didn't think she could persuade enough of the house elves who worked in the kitchen to make food for everyone. Mr. Dumbledore seemed to always have something ready. Ginny walked to the front and looked around, doing a double take when she saw a familiar person. She couldn't forget that person; this particular person had spent hours upon hours with her brothers Fred and George coming up with tricks and treats. Ginny hadn't heard from Lee, except for on the radio that she could only tune into sometimes, for such a long time. Keeping her posture as straight as possible, like she was supposed to be there, she walked over and sat down at the same table. She gave Lee a look up and down to take in his appearance. “Hog's Head. Nice choice. Much better than the Broomsticks these days.” She gave the boy a smile and glanced out of the corner of her eye to make sure they weren't drawing too much attention.
credit to phips, don't steal!
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