Post by Laila Bloodworth on Sept 30, 2015 16:02:23 GMT -5
Name: Laila Bloodworth
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
(Dorani Language Note: Mami = Formal way to say Grandmother/ Dati = A way a daughter usually calls her father; Informal [Dat is formal]/ Dej = Formal way to say mother/ Dorani = People that are born in Doran Village or have a Doran mother or father )
Some people say that being part of the lower class never quite shook off, that you could never quite leave it behind even when you tried your best to. Laila born in the naturally poor village of Daron and was often shaped by this fact. Thinner and smaller than the average Harperian from the lack of food that her parents could provide, she is often mistaken as a child. Her outward appearance taking strongly from her Mami , weirdly enough. So much that if her hair was not for her Auburn hair and tighter skin, she herself would be mistaken oftenly as her.
Dorani people were a very light shade of brown, not as dark as a Navdia (Desert) native but not as pale as a Istin (Colder) Native would be. Laila was just a wee bit darker than the average Dorani having more of a bright caramel skin colour and a small tribal black tattoo on her left shoulder.. A round face that seemed childish connected by a thin crane neck that barely looked like it could even keep itself up much less a head. She had gotten this from her grandmother were as her Dati and Dej had a more diamond shaped face. Her thick coarse auburn hair was one of few things she had inherited from her Dej, which she hated dearly as it noted so easily. Her nose was small and contoured which she detested lt because it looked rather weird with her round face. It was not uncommon to see her staring within one of the broken mirrors she had gathered just to imagine how she would look with a less contoured nose.
Laila’s gray eyes were one of the few things she could say she utterly hated about herself. It showed so much of her emotions making lying practically impossible to the trained eye due to how it changed colour and size depending on her mood. They were vibrant and always alive with emotion, some would even say her eyes were beautiful, but she saw it as a curse more than a beautiful blessing. They become the most beautiful shade of blue when she was happy or excited, a nice bright hazel when she felt upset, and a ever so devilish green when her anger drew near.
Despite her beautiful traits she was fair from being utterly beautiful being her body was obviously lacking necessary food and was unattractive bony type. However, her muscles were tight as she laboured everyday to keep food on the plate for her to “Just get by. Being she laboured so often and tediously she had obvious scars upon her lower legs and arms due to the lack of modern medicine.
But despite what might see, she found these smalls scars beautiful trophies of her life where each defined a step of her growing up. Where others found disgust she found beauty. Never attempting to hide these scars if she weared anything more revealing.
Her casual attire consists of a purple shirt with a oddly customized cross on the back with black shorts and long white boots with odd white things scribbled upon it. She as well, has a white gloves she wears on both hands along with a short sword she wears on her back.
Home Region: Harper/ Considered Sinnoh
Team Wanted: Sinnoh
Personality:
Laila had always been a rather timid but hard-working girl. She was cautious because sometimes fear is the only thing that can keep a person alive. Her way of life demanded her to be cautious and overly so, wild pokemon were ever so common in a village with no large walls or natural defense. Ignoring that would only, in her view, end with a tragic ending. She knew courage always killed the hero in the end, even if it was not explained in that specific way.
But Laila also knew that hiding from threats never provided herself or her Mami, Dati, or Dej food or a future. Her family was poor, her Dati was just a low-ranking Guardian and her Dej just kept the house in order and her Mami to sick to work. She laboured on the fields very often, stealing a piece of a crop now and then for her Dati who she loved. Doing any odd job that she could get to obtain food or gold. Trying to help her family become more staple whenever she could. But she was also not as simple minded to say that hard work was just labour, she often studied vigorously. Studying any document that she might find that a traveler may have dropped and sometimes she even begged for some knowledge a traveler might have. Knowledge was mind and mind was power.
Laila preoccupied with earning small earnings of food and gold, never really had any significant guidance from her parents. Having only basic social skills and etiquette that was provided threw common sense and observation of documents that she had read. However, despite this due to her lack of parental guidance she unfortunately developed some minor oddities. She did not care much about her gender role as a women, and often walked around more recklessly than a elegant women would. She also found a love of hunting with the bow and arrow, the peace was a rare tranquility that she loved. But because of her timid nature, her hunts often ended when she saw something unknown to her.
Often hiding her suffering of loneliness with just the pleasure of reading and hunting within the forest, she wasn’t generally always the most happiest or outgoing person but far from being depressed. She couldn’t help who she was, so she just “was” not thinking much of the months to come and took a day at a time.
History:
Laila was born in a region which was quite well under-developed still having small villages and nomadic tribes. Laila , maybe one of the lucky ones, was part of a eastern edges within a Dorani village. They were naturally poor places, not having much but the cloths on their back and the crops they grow, but far from being an utter hell hold that other's would make it out to be.
She grew up rather normally, in an emotionally secure house, but that did not mean they were financially set at all. They had little money, if any at all, at a given time and often earned their keep by doing odd jobs and working the fields. They were stable, her Mami and Dati working the fields and her Dati also did guard work while her Dej stayed home maintaining the house. The first three years of her life was peaceful having no major events that happened within her life.
When she was four, she began grow finer motor skills and endurance, and began to wander across the village. Exploring the small, but to her large, village finding areas to play as her childish mind processed things. She was skinny and ate very little, but that was due to how her family began to make less food. It didn't effect her energy but it however affected her usually baby chubby self.
When she turned five, Mami began to get sick and badly. She was often stationed in her bed within Dati's and Dej's house. This however sent financial turmoil rather quickly because Mami was the only one besides Dati who worked, making even less than they had made before. They, for the first month of Mami's sickness they grew hungry. Dati, growing tired as he worked more than he use to, lifed seemed to be turning horrible for little ol' Laila.
Turning six, she grew very bony from the lack of food and her Mami only got worse. Her Dej still at home as her Dati worked all day. She saw Dati so rarely now and It honestly scared her. She loved him so much, so dearly being he protected her, and felt the distance that grew from this. She,herself,began to work doing small odd jobs to get a little money on the table.
She was around eight, hunting season, she figured out the feel of a bow in her hand as her Dati aligned it for her and she shoot arrow into a tree. She was scared of this machine that did the kind of things, it was odd.So a mererope made this thing a deadly weapon? It made little sense. She began to pick up random litter of paper analyzing words and doing private sessions with herself to improve her writing and comprehension skills.
She kept on doing this to she was thirteen, the family was a bit stable however Mami only got more ill, it scared her to death to be completely honest.She began to go the fields getting paid gold to harvest the crops when they were in season. No one liked this job so it was easy to volunteered and actually get accepted. She read more tediously locked into her room trapped into her studies.
When she turned sixteen, she was invited to join Cherllia Academy. They had heard of her by a traveler, who she gave thanks to the unknown person. However her mom had just passed on. Her parents knew she was somewhat close to her Mami so they thought it would be best for her to leave...to forget… and thus her journey began.
Secret Word: code
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Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
(Dorani Language Note: Mami = Formal way to say Grandmother/ Dati = A way a daughter usually calls her father; Informal [Dat is formal]/ Dej = Formal way to say mother/ Dorani = People that are born in Doran Village or have a Doran mother or father )
Some people say that being part of the lower class never quite shook off, that you could never quite leave it behind even when you tried your best to. Laila born in the naturally poor village of Daron and was often shaped by this fact. Thinner and smaller than the average Harperian from the lack of food that her parents could provide, she is often mistaken as a child. Her outward appearance taking strongly from her Mami , weirdly enough. So much that if her hair was not for her Auburn hair and tighter skin, she herself would be mistaken oftenly as her.
Dorani people were a very light shade of brown, not as dark as a Navdia (Desert) native but not as pale as a Istin (Colder) Native would be. Laila was just a wee bit darker than the average Dorani having more of a bright caramel skin colour and a small tribal black tattoo on her left shoulder.. A round face that seemed childish connected by a thin crane neck that barely looked like it could even keep itself up much less a head. She had gotten this from her grandmother were as her Dati and Dej had a more diamond shaped face. Her thick coarse auburn hair was one of few things she had inherited from her Dej, which she hated dearly as it noted so easily. Her nose was small and contoured which she detested lt because it looked rather weird with her round face. It was not uncommon to see her staring within one of the broken mirrors she had gathered just to imagine how she would look with a less contoured nose.
Laila’s gray eyes were one of the few things she could say she utterly hated about herself. It showed so much of her emotions making lying practically impossible to the trained eye due to how it changed colour and size depending on her mood. They were vibrant and always alive with emotion, some would even say her eyes were beautiful, but she saw it as a curse more than a beautiful blessing. They become the most beautiful shade of blue when she was happy or excited, a nice bright hazel when she felt upset, and a ever so devilish green when her anger drew near.
Despite her beautiful traits she was fair from being utterly beautiful being her body was obviously lacking necessary food and was unattractive bony type. However, her muscles were tight as she laboured everyday to keep food on the plate for her to “Just get by. Being she laboured so often and tediously she had obvious scars upon her lower legs and arms due to the lack of modern medicine.
But despite what might see, she found these smalls scars beautiful trophies of her life where each defined a step of her growing up. Where others found disgust she found beauty. Never attempting to hide these scars if she weared anything more revealing.
Her casual attire consists of a purple shirt with a oddly customized cross on the back with black shorts and long white boots with odd white things scribbled upon it. She as well, has a white gloves she wears on both hands along with a short sword she wears on her back.
Home Region: Harper/ Considered Sinnoh
Team Wanted: Sinnoh
Personality:
Laila had always been a rather timid but hard-working girl. She was cautious because sometimes fear is the only thing that can keep a person alive. Her way of life demanded her to be cautious and overly so, wild pokemon were ever so common in a village with no large walls or natural defense. Ignoring that would only, in her view, end with a tragic ending. She knew courage always killed the hero in the end, even if it was not explained in that specific way.
But Laila also knew that hiding from threats never provided herself or her Mami, Dati, or Dej food or a future. Her family was poor, her Dati was just a low-ranking Guardian and her Dej just kept the house in order and her Mami to sick to work. She laboured on the fields very often, stealing a piece of a crop now and then for her Dati who she loved. Doing any odd job that she could get to obtain food or gold. Trying to help her family become more staple whenever she could. But she was also not as simple minded to say that hard work was just labour, she often studied vigorously. Studying any document that she might find that a traveler may have dropped and sometimes she even begged for some knowledge a traveler might have. Knowledge was mind and mind was power.
Laila preoccupied with earning small earnings of food and gold, never really had any significant guidance from her parents. Having only basic social skills and etiquette that was provided threw common sense and observation of documents that she had read. However, despite this due to her lack of parental guidance she unfortunately developed some minor oddities. She did not care much about her gender role as a women, and often walked around more recklessly than a elegant women would. She also found a love of hunting with the bow and arrow, the peace was a rare tranquility that she loved. But because of her timid nature, her hunts often ended when she saw something unknown to her.
Often hiding her suffering of loneliness with just the pleasure of reading and hunting within the forest, she wasn’t generally always the most happiest or outgoing person but far from being depressed. She couldn’t help who she was, so she just “was” not thinking much of the months to come and took a day at a time.
History:
Laila was born in a region which was quite well under-developed still having small villages and nomadic tribes. Laila , maybe one of the lucky ones, was part of a eastern edges within a Dorani village. They were naturally poor places, not having much but the cloths on their back and the crops they grow, but far from being an utter hell hold that other's would make it out to be.
She grew up rather normally, in an emotionally secure house, but that did not mean they were financially set at all. They had little money, if any at all, at a given time and often earned their keep by doing odd jobs and working the fields. They were stable, her Mami and Dati working the fields and her Dati also did guard work while her Dej stayed home maintaining the house. The first three years of her life was peaceful having no major events that happened within her life.
When she was four, she began grow finer motor skills and endurance, and began to wander across the village. Exploring the small, but to her large, village finding areas to play as her childish mind processed things. She was skinny and ate very little, but that was due to how her family began to make less food. It didn't effect her energy but it however affected her usually baby chubby self.
When she turned five, Mami began to get sick and badly. She was often stationed in her bed within Dati's and Dej's house. This however sent financial turmoil rather quickly because Mami was the only one besides Dati who worked, making even less than they had made before. They, for the first month of Mami's sickness they grew hungry. Dati, growing tired as he worked more than he use to, lifed seemed to be turning horrible for little ol' Laila.
Turning six, she grew very bony from the lack of food and her Mami only got worse. Her Dej still at home as her Dati worked all day. She saw Dati so rarely now and It honestly scared her. She loved him so much, so dearly being he protected her, and felt the distance that grew from this. She,herself,began to work doing small odd jobs to get a little money on the table.
She was around eight, hunting season, she figured out the feel of a bow in her hand as her Dati aligned it for her and she shoot arrow into a tree. She was scared of this machine that did the kind of things, it was odd.So a mererope made this thing a deadly weapon? It made little sense. She began to pick up random litter of paper analyzing words and doing private sessions with herself to improve her writing and comprehension skills.
She kept on doing this to she was thirteen, the family was a bit stable however Mami only got more ill, it scared her to death to be completely honest.She began to go the fields getting paid gold to harvest the crops when they were in season. No one liked this job so it was easy to volunteered and actually get accepted. She read more tediously locked into her room trapped into her studies.
When she turned sixteen, she was invited to join Cherllia Academy. They had heard of her by a traveler, who she gave thanks to the unknown person. However her mom had just passed on. Her parents knew she was somewhat close to her Mami so they thought it would be best for her to leave...to forget… and thus her journey began.
Secret Word: code
