Nyroshea Anseah
Jan 17, 2015 0:04:33 GMT -6
Post by Nyroshea on Jan 17, 2015 0:04:33 GMT -6
Name: Nyroshea Anseah
Class: Pupil
Age: 15
Born in: Etruria; now resides in Ilia
Appearance: Standing at approximately a well rounded 5 feet, maybe barely half an inch taller. Long locks of dark purple matching the painted galaxies above, and eyes as yellow as the gleaming sun. This creamy skinned, frail beauty: is actually a guy.
Nyroshea commonly sports a black silk cloth, adorned with matching gloves. A dark yellow neck-warmer and belt contrasts the shadowy hues allowing him to stand out in the dark.
Sports a silver-painted charm necklace beneath his neck-warmer shaped like a star. Not really powerful or valuable, it is rich in sentimental value.
Personality: Nyroshea has a typically soft and calming demeanor that matches his appearance. With kindness; he will almost always flash a smile when someone looks in his direction whether it be a familiar face or a stranger. However, he will typically not speak more than just a greeting if the other is an adult. This is not out of shyness (he can actually be very sociable) but a sign of respect to his elders, being an obstinate follower of the rule "listen first, speak second."
While he usually only speaks when spoken to, or to advise others; he is a heavy thinker. And might respond with more words than a person can keep up with, given the appropriate topic. He might also take the initiative if something is *really* really bothering him (or is comfortable with speaking to the person).
When it comes to humor, he is easily amused by the most childish of things and is surprisingly capable of spurring out crude, lewd, or morose remarks in retaliation. He's used to being mistaken for as a woman and may or may not play along to tease.
He loves to eat, and is a very fast eater; believing he can taste everything when more of it is in his mouth (leading to him taking big bites). The fastest way to befriend him is to feed him. He also loves to dance and is not afraid to do so in public.
He fears the ocean, due to tales of monstrous water serpents he's heard while young. He also fears rejection of his parents; as thus, he remains perfectly silent while being scolded by his mother or grandfather, agreeing with everything that they say without pushing out his own personal beliefs.
Story:
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Storytelling| Before Birth
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A tale of fate; the door repetitiously unlocked by decadence and romance ---- The ones who stoke destiny's flames are those who are ironically conceived by it.
When [One] and [Two] encounter, a [Third] comes forth. The same can be said for those of similar genus. The bonds between a man and a woman.
...
A lone rose becomes a bouquet of flowers, a pearl becomes familiar with the craft of a ring; two souls become anointed at the altar beneath divine providence. Such becomes a harmonious confectionery called [love].
[His] hair was crimson and his eyes were worn by the fatigue of the ages spent in turmoil. Despite his cold demeanor, his heart was filled with a warmth that enticed others. A precious blade with a shield that protects.
Shedding his armor unable to fight any longer; his aim was to retire and find a home.
[Her] hair was bright brown, and her smile would be perpetual. A maiden blessed by virtuous beauty within and without. Her soul radiant with [the Saints] teachings, her existence itself may have been a blessing to the world surrounding her; only that world [around] her...
With a hollowed core, she sought meaning for her existence in divine truths and a spread of palatable virtue.
The two conceived a daughter with scarlet locks of her fathers own, a pride and joy. A symbol of affection and a promise of eternity. This family has found happiness in simplicity.
...
The second tale is of one that should not exist; many dark encounters, a secret is whispered, a nostalgic aroma overtakes the senses. A promise is broken, and one mourns in silence. This weaves a product with inconsumable properties rebuked by the tongue. This can be called an [inversed love] effect, as it's taste overpowers the aforementioned confectionery.
[They] were friends long ago, why did he come back now? After so many years, who could say? Another man sets himself on the stage, with outlandish features, in particular those velvet locks of hair. His facade reaped loneliness and remorse.
The other desired only to convey his truth and then pass from this world without a trace. The truth of A N S E A H.
With guilt racked upon a sinless feature, [the beloved flower]s stem contorts. Decadence agitates corruption. A dark mind pledges against the innocence that should not have been born.
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Analysis| Prologue & Life
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Simplifying the above:
A middle-aged mercenary [Thavis] no longer able to fight due to an injury (tip: specifically to his legs if you 'must' know) settles down with a kind woman[Romas] met in Eturia. It was a simple romance, the two were happy, got married, and had a daughter.
Some time later, a childhood friend of the woman who was forced to leave without so much as a good bye returns. The nostalgic sparks and his confession of love tempt her into an affair, and she found herself pregnant with an illegitimate child to be born. (tip: The boy left because his parents sold him as a slave to some brigands for money.)
Afraid, the woman could only make scatterbrained schemes to get the child accepted without tarnishing her good name.
The other man, realizing his mistakes as he was unaware, flees towards the seas never to be seen again, again. Once again he was gone.
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As discreetly as possible, Romas [the flower] tried to meet with the only man whom she could entrust such a dark secret to. The man who was her elder brother and the leader of a small performance troupe...
When the child was born, it was as an ill omen. The child had appeared much like it's mother, it could have been enough to fool anyone. But there was one dilemma that forsook the odds; the child's hair was the same outlandish purple of the other mans. Such could never be accepted as her child without conjuring drops of suspicion leading to an eventual and inevitable disgrace.
"Its surname will be as Anseah, after the pitiful father before it. None shall know it's ties to me, save for us. Remember to keep this secret, brother. Henceforth may call it whatever you wish." The boy was given the name Nyroshea, which meant [Never See] in a foreign tongue. A name fitting of one that was not to exist.
The brother took the child in to his troupe and migrated throughout all of Lycia. When Nyroshea had been old enough, he would help set up the stage props and illusions. The child was not allowed to associate with non-troop members to keep his existence as subtle as possible. Those who would see the boy were often interrupted in any advances to befriend him, told that he was a performer in training and should not be bothered.
Despite the social anxiety, Nyroshea's life in the troupe was not a bad one. His uncle and the other members treated him tenderly. So long as the demands were met, he was showered in a natural love and affection as a child would be gifted in any other family. All things were well for the most a part.
........................................
Time flows, the child becomes a youthful bud.
........................................
Recieving a note from Romas of their ill father, the Ringmaster is requested to send Nyroshea as a servant and aid to his Grandfather in Ilya: the Sage, Mystle. Romas using the illness as an excuse to kill two birds(objectives) with one stone:
1.) Nyroshea will take care of her father.
2.) Her father will further Nyroshea's mastery over the art of servitude. With the excuse of hiring him as a servant, she could have her son back without arousing even the slightests of suspicions... (in her mind anyway.)
---
Nyroshea now tends to his hermit of a Grandfather as an errand boy. Going out to meet with his suppliers, cleaning the home, chopping wood and igniting the fireplace.
The Grandfather is rather twisted as his physical sarcoma escalates, his mind also becomes contorted.
In time, the young boy will be left alone--;
(Sorry that this story is a bit bland, but given his young age I would rather have all the good juicy epic stuff happen during actual roleplay interactions. Also the first part is just POETIC JUSTICE. Ignore me and my needs!)
Class: Pupil
Age: 15
Born in: Etruria; now resides in Ilia
Appearance: Standing at approximately a well rounded 5 feet, maybe barely half an inch taller. Long locks of dark purple matching the painted galaxies above, and eyes as yellow as the gleaming sun. This creamy skinned, frail beauty: is actually a guy.
Nyroshea commonly sports a black silk cloth, adorned with matching gloves. A dark yellow neck-warmer and belt contrasts the shadowy hues allowing him to stand out in the dark.
Sports a silver-painted charm necklace beneath his neck-warmer shaped like a star. Not really powerful or valuable, it is rich in sentimental value.
Personality: Nyroshea has a typically soft and calming demeanor that matches his appearance. With kindness; he will almost always flash a smile when someone looks in his direction whether it be a familiar face or a stranger. However, he will typically not speak more than just a greeting if the other is an adult. This is not out of shyness (he can actually be very sociable) but a sign of respect to his elders, being an obstinate follower of the rule "listen first, speak second."
While he usually only speaks when spoken to, or to advise others; he is a heavy thinker. And might respond with more words than a person can keep up with, given the appropriate topic. He might also take the initiative if something is *really* really bothering him (or is comfortable with speaking to the person).
When it comes to humor, he is easily amused by the most childish of things and is surprisingly capable of spurring out crude, lewd, or morose remarks in retaliation. He's used to being mistaken for as a woman and may or may not play along to tease.
He loves to eat, and is a very fast eater; believing he can taste everything when more of it is in his mouth (leading to him taking big bites). The fastest way to befriend him is to feed him. He also loves to dance and is not afraid to do so in public.
He fears the ocean, due to tales of monstrous water serpents he's heard while young. He also fears rejection of his parents; as thus, he remains perfectly silent while being scolded by his mother or grandfather, agreeing with everything that they say without pushing out his own personal beliefs.
Story:
........................................
Storytelling| Before Birth
........................................
A tale of fate; the door repetitiously unlocked by decadence and romance ---- The ones who stoke destiny's flames are those who are ironically conceived by it.
When [One] and [Two] encounter, a [Third] comes forth. The same can be said for those of similar genus. The bonds between a man and a woman.
...
A lone rose becomes a bouquet of flowers, a pearl becomes familiar with the craft of a ring; two souls become anointed at the altar beneath divine providence. Such becomes a harmonious confectionery called [love].
[His] hair was crimson and his eyes were worn by the fatigue of the ages spent in turmoil. Despite his cold demeanor, his heart was filled with a warmth that enticed others. A precious blade with a shield that protects.
Shedding his armor unable to fight any longer; his aim was to retire and find a home.
[Her] hair was bright brown, and her smile would be perpetual. A maiden blessed by virtuous beauty within and without. Her soul radiant with [the Saints] teachings, her existence itself may have been a blessing to the world surrounding her; only that world [around] her...
With a hollowed core, she sought meaning for her existence in divine truths and a spread of palatable virtue.
The two conceived a daughter with scarlet locks of her fathers own, a pride and joy. A symbol of affection and a promise of eternity. This family has found happiness in simplicity.
...
The second tale is of one that should not exist; many dark encounters, a secret is whispered, a nostalgic aroma overtakes the senses. A promise is broken, and one mourns in silence. This weaves a product with inconsumable properties rebuked by the tongue. This can be called an [inversed love] effect, as it's taste overpowers the aforementioned confectionery.
[They] were friends long ago, why did he come back now? After so many years, who could say? Another man sets himself on the stage, with outlandish features, in particular those velvet locks of hair. His facade reaped loneliness and remorse.
The other desired only to convey his truth and then pass from this world without a trace. The truth of A N S E A H.
With guilt racked upon a sinless feature, [the beloved flower]s stem contorts. Decadence agitates corruption. A dark mind pledges against the innocence that should not have been born.
........................................
Analysis| Prologue & Life
........................................
Simplifying the above:
A middle-aged mercenary [Thavis] no longer able to fight due to an injury (tip: specifically to his legs if you 'must' know) settles down with a kind woman[Romas] met in Eturia. It was a simple romance, the two were happy, got married, and had a daughter.
Some time later, a childhood friend of the woman who was forced to leave without so much as a good bye returns. The nostalgic sparks and his confession of love tempt her into an affair, and she found herself pregnant with an illegitimate child to be born. (tip: The boy left because his parents sold him as a slave to some brigands for money.)
Afraid, the woman could only make scatterbrained schemes to get the child accepted without tarnishing her good name.
The other man, realizing his mistakes as he was unaware, flees towards the seas never to be seen again, again. Once again he was gone.
______________________________________________________________________
As discreetly as possible, Romas [the flower] tried to meet with the only man whom she could entrust such a dark secret to. The man who was her elder brother and the leader of a small performance troupe...
When the child was born, it was as an ill omen. The child had appeared much like it's mother, it could have been enough to fool anyone. But there was one dilemma that forsook the odds; the child's hair was the same outlandish purple of the other mans. Such could never be accepted as her child without conjuring drops of suspicion leading to an eventual and inevitable disgrace.
"Its surname will be as Anseah, after the pitiful father before it. None shall know it's ties to me, save for us. Remember to keep this secret, brother. Henceforth may call it whatever you wish." The boy was given the name Nyroshea, which meant [Never See] in a foreign tongue. A name fitting of one that was not to exist.
The brother took the child in to his troupe and migrated throughout all of Lycia. When Nyroshea had been old enough, he would help set up the stage props and illusions. The child was not allowed to associate with non-troop members to keep his existence as subtle as possible. Those who would see the boy were often interrupted in any advances to befriend him, told that he was a performer in training and should not be bothered.
Despite the social anxiety, Nyroshea's life in the troupe was not a bad one. His uncle and the other members treated him tenderly. So long as the demands were met, he was showered in a natural love and affection as a child would be gifted in any other family. All things were well for the most a part.
........................................
Time flows, the child becomes a youthful bud.
........................................
Recieving a note from Romas of their ill father, the Ringmaster is requested to send Nyroshea as a servant and aid to his Grandfather in Ilya: the Sage, Mystle. Romas using the illness as an excuse to kill two birds(objectives) with one stone:
1.) Nyroshea will take care of her father.
2.) Her father will further Nyroshea's mastery over the art of servitude. With the excuse of hiring him as a servant, she could have her son back without arousing even the slightests of suspicions... (in her mind anyway.)
---
Nyroshea now tends to his hermit of a Grandfather as an errand boy. Going out to meet with his suppliers, cleaning the home, chopping wood and igniting the fireplace.
The Grandfather is rather twisted as his physical sarcoma escalates, his mind also becomes contorted.
In time, the young boy will be left alone--;
(Sorry that this story is a bit bland, but given his young age I would rather have all the good juicy epic stuff happen during actual roleplay interactions. Also the first part is just POETIC JUSTICE. Ignore me and my needs!)
