Post by Kidagakash "Kida" Nedakh on Dec 31, 2012 2:55:06 GMT -5
Kidagakash
"Kida"
Nedakh
[/color][/font] "Kida"
Nedakh
" Don't put your life in someone's hands "
you say you're curious[/color]
CAN'T LEAVE A THING TO YOUR IMAGINATION[/font][/center]
AGE: 28 Years
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY Straight
BIRTHDAY: no year needed
CLASS: used to be Noble, currently Slave
TITLE/RANK: The Lost Princess
OCCUPATION: Is fed by Slave owner {currently}
ALIGNMENT: Neutral
SPECIES: Atlantean
MAGICAL POWERS: No, but carries healing crystal.
CANON/OC: Combination?
TV SERIES: Originally {Atlantis: The Lost Empire} But totally remade
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but oh, you seem so serious
[/color] I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]
HAIR: Light brown
WEIGHT: 130lbs
HEIGHT: 5 foot 5 inches
PLAY-BY: Beyonce Knowles
GENERAL: She has bit of a round face, her dark skin & scars sticks out and screams forgotten lands slave, her legs are strong and create a powerful bone-cracking kick.
ATTIRE:
She usually wear little to no clothes, due to the fact of being a slave, the clothes that she do wear are generally brown and dull colored. They cover the basic portions of you body, spreading out to several different breads and cloth design. She does keep one thing on her, a crystal. She knows that the crystal comes from her homeland, however can't remember after that. She has found that if you focus your attention on the crystal, it will heal and light up. She keeps this crystal hidden in her little coverage bra.
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i should not be telling you
[/color] I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
- Weapons;; feels they can free her
- Honesty;; It is but the greatest of man
- Snakes;; They trance her, she is attracted to them
- Her Crystal;; She feels it is her life line, the light it carries is a memory
- The Warm Sun;; It is freedom
- Food;; It is but a blessing
- Water;; With rain there is food and hope
DISLIKES:
- Slave Owners;; She knew them to be Monsters all her life
- Drunks;; Reminds her of the first dislike
- Stories;; They bring hope, and tears
- Men;; Same with first two options. She won't trust them.
- Sweat;; It is but a weakness
- Shackles;; The way to pin a bird.
STRENGTHS:
- Independence;; She knows how to fight her own battles.
- Her legs;; They hurt, I am serious. She stomp as hard as she could, concrete cracks.
- Humanity;; She feels the need to rescue others with her own life. She will cry on a dead body, if it was considered her family.
- Loudmouth;; She speaks up when she has the confidence, sadly she has been hurt badly for this. A reason there's cuts all over.
- Memory;; She is pretty good remembering faces, beware.Well all but her Family's.
WEAKNESSES:
- Shackles;; What? Philosophical, not physical. The problem, her owner is her real shackles. She fears him, horrible memories.
- Fall-apart;; When she does, she does. Tears everywhere.
- Swordmanship;; She is not at all good on big blades. Daggers sure, but blades? Her kicks might be strong, but her arms, no way.
- Archery;; Yeah, no happening. Throw daggers, best bet.
- Her crystal;; She will psychologically break if it is broken. It is like her life-line to who she is. Who she was.
QUIRKS/HABITS:
- Clinch her right hand thumb, when she is nervous about something.
- Stretch out her arms, when she is relaxing in the sun.
- Scratch her right arm with her left-hand when she is lying.
- Pop her neck and knuckles, before kicking somebody's butt.
FEARS:
- Breaking/losing her Crystal.
- Scorpions, very very bad memory. Barely lived.
- Being completely envelope in blue light, umm don't ask, yes bad memory.
GOALS:
- Get to Freedom
- Protect her love ones
- What more you need? Sheesh.
PERSONALITY
She believes in protecting any slave or person she puts her trust into. She will stand up and fight for what she believes in, just her shackles and scars. She burns with a fire in her heart. You can see the rebel in her eyes, hear it in her voice. She may hate the stories, but she still hears and believes them. Just a part fights so hard, the part of fear. She has very little memory of her home. Little does she know, her kingdom was lost in the ocean after its fall. More of a curse.
She can be very emotional, when she lets the emotion flows, or well... Loses control of it. She tries really hard to be strong and show nothing. She tries to fight her inside tears. She has practically been used and abused all her life. When she will get free, her biggest fear will be getting caught and back to slavery. She might end up becoming a beacon against slavery, if she ever returns to that area.
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FATHER: Kashekim Nedakh;; Died during the Lost wars. When his kingdom was destroyed and his people into slavery.
SIBLINGS: A younger brother, however lost over the years.
OTHER: Nope
FAMILIAR/PET: Nope
PLACE OF BIRTH: Atlantis
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Some Desert Providence
WEAPONRY: She owns none, nor knows how to actually use them. She was more dependent on her kicks for her little spy missions.
HISTORY:
She was only six when it had happened. It was nice sunny day, every atlantean enjoying themselves. When the problem happened, a powerful nation decided to attack, with loads of magic and legendary weapons. Her Mother grabbed her hand and fled, fear in her eyes. The mighty King rocks rose to the ground and seeked out Female Royal blood. When the King Rocks found her Mother, she was swallowed by a large blue light, taking Kida's bracelet with her. Kida soon after that have horrible nightmares of blue light swallowing her Mother.
Her Father had protected her from being sucked in the light, however he was killed soon after by a blade. The murder picked Kida up, and saw her as nothing more than Money. Soon after she and the rest were sold into slavery. The night they left, a large wave swallowed the whole Atlantean kingdom whole. Every land left, converted into a desert wasteland.
Kida was sold at a high price to a minor Rich kid punk. He was a five years older and abused her incredibly. Practically made her fear him greatly, however there was one thing he could never break. There was always a light in her eyes. She always fought when it came to others safety. When it was her own, she just bowed her head and obeyed. It seemed as if broken on the outside, but inner core, strong. He secretly feared her, always will. He knows of the crystal, even threatened her a few times with it, but never bothered breaking it or selling it. She was always able to hide it right before that happened.
As she grew older, her voice was used to make money at his owned bar. She was also required to dance dirty and get male attention, a reason she hates beer and guys. On rare occasions she was required to spy on others and fetch food from the market. She hopes for an escape one day.
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AGE: 19.
EXPERIENCE:Roleplay 7 years? 6? Graphics 5 and half years? Really good with Gimp and messing with proboards v4 & v4.5 codes.
CONTACT: PM
MEMBER TITLE: Nope
EXAMPLE:
{Note: This example was written three maybe two years ago. Grammar has improved somewhat over those two years.
Shanji got dressed in a tuxedo. He looked at the clock to see it was a hour after 8. He messed with his cuffing, making sure they were perfectly straight. He combined his black hair back and placed some not a lot of gel on top. He used just enough to spike his hair.
He grabbed his wallet and cell phone before heading out. He wasn't on any mission to kill anyone. In fact he hasn’t gotten a call for weeks on his black any tracing cell phone. The place had been very boring. all he could do was study or go out and have a good time. Studying was just out right lame and partying, it gets boring after a while.
he got in his car that he changed the color to everyday. It had a fake license plate that wouldn't register any where on searches or police stations. It was just a precaution. You never know when an enemy is after you.
He drove down the street in a calm 75 miles per hour. The lights flashed by on the windshield. Everything was clam and peaceful tonight. He gave a wolfish grin, not for long.
He came to a stop at one of the casinos. He was old enough to drink and play poker. He parked at the farthest parking place from the casino. Just in case something bad happened. Something his bro never understood.
He walked slowly form the car toward his goal. He stopped short at a guy on the street playing guitar. he just gave the guy a look before walking off.
He went inside and bought some poke chips then picked a random table. He told the dialer to hit him with cards. He then just played for a while. He wished the whole time something bad would happen. Something would make him grab for his hidden handgun and try to kill whoever was causing trouble. The thought was exhilarating. How much he wanted to fight and prove the world how tough he could be past 8 pm to 8 am.
Why do you bother wasting your time? All you do is lose a bunch of poker games. The money is just being wasted. We could be studying... Shut up. This is my turn. Remember I make most for the money that goes into our pockets. I can spend however I want. Which would be drinking a beer and losing a poker chip game? Oh how I want to fight someone. Now shut up wuss. I need to listen for suspicion. If any more comments came form his bro. it mattered not, Shanji was ignoring him.