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Post by fidelli on Mar 22, 2009 21:41:03 GMT -5
i did my best to notice,
when the call came down the line.
up to the platform of surrender,
i was brought but I was kind.
;;full name;: animatamora
;;nickname;; nim, anima, nima
;;gender;; female
;;age;; 22, spring, 177th turn 22
;;sexuality;; heterosexual
;;location;; dalibor weyr
;;rank;; wingrider
and sometimes i get nervous,
when I see an open door.
close your eyes...
clear your heart...
cut the cord.
;;personality;; In one word I can describe to you this girl. In one word, I can pull the veil from over your eyes and allow her to see her as what she is. Passion. Everything she does, everything she will do is not thought over. This may be good, or bad depending on what it is, but every action is from the heart. Rarely will she pause to think over the consequences - good or bad - she just leaps. Every noise, every word, who she is is created from a beautiful flame of color and emotion that runs through her mind and body like a hotwire. Passion, from anger or love, hate or kindness, it doesn't matter. She is the essence of her emotions, for nothing is jaded or faded, nothing is materialized. She is what she does, and nothing more.
;;Her history plays a huge part in what she is and what she does. Her first friends were boys - so her first games were tumbles and fights and dares, even at a young age. She enjoys physical battle, enjoys the sweat and pain of a fight. Even if she lost, it doesn't matter. In that way, she is a masochist - pain doesn't bother her in the least, and after the blow is landed there is a part of her that enjoys the sting or burn. She is also a sadist. Feeling the flesh give under her hand, hearing the yelp as she randomly bites her friend - it's a good feeling - although she tries not to think to hard about the fact that she likes it. She will challenge her rights if she feels slighted - she worked hard on fighting, learning from whoever could teach her the skills of wrestling, knife fighting, hand-to-hand combat.
;;While we go on about the more physical parts of her personality... She learned acrobats at a young age, enjoying flipping and tumbling about. In times of excited glee she will spin off a cartwheel, or when bored walk around on her hands. Everything about her is an extreme - she can't help it. Besides an acrobat, she loves sleight of hand tricks, proclaiming to the younger children she is often coerced into watching that she can do magic! She can't, really, but she enjoys employing her fingers and her mind to pull a mark from the mouth of a young child, or make random objects disappear and reappear at will.
;;Another thing she likes to do with her hands is massages - a'mor taught her the muscles of the body and how to mold them, and she's quite gifted with it. She enjoys randomly employing the skill, especially when she's bored - often a friend will receive it without being asked, and someone always wanted one back when they would laze around under the sun. She is one who constantly likes challenging herself, from trying another rapid on the bigger river to flipping into the lake off of altith. Physical challenges or mental - she loves them, and whether she gives them to herself or someone else does, she won't back down from it. Steely eyed and quivering minutely in the hands she'll walk across the fallen tree too far above the river to be safe, or she'll ponder a riddle for hours. Giving up just isn't an option.
;;As we get down to more in her mind sort of ways - she has an awful job with names. She just doesn't do well with remembering them, especially small people. Although she enjoys talking and playing with younger kids, they are all "kidlit, munchkin, shorty" or other adjectives. Adults she does better naming, using the respectful terms of "sir," or "mam'mam." It works out for the best, although some of them take offense to the fact that they aren't that old. Manners are something that she has a problem with - the more comfortable she is with someone, the less she uses them. Also, it's a mark of how much she dislikes someone - the politer and sweeter she is, the more she really can't stand them at all. She's only meet a few people who really deserve the respect she hoards, and she's quick to judge that.
;;Which leads us to judging. Quick to decide whether she likes someone or not, her opinion shifts at first, albeit slowly - but let the person do the wrong thing, or mock her, and she is the longest grudge carrier in the world. Children that teased her when she was five are still hated, even if she can't remember quite why she dislikes them. It takes a lot to convince her to give another person a second chance. When not for herself, she is an excellent judge of character. She has the ability to put herself in their shoes, and explain why they might be like that - from gossip her brother enjoys passing she knows a lot about what people are like, and why they do the things they do.
;;She's a hypocrite, you can see, in that way. She may not like them, but she will still try to see why and the cooler detached part of her understands that sometimes they don't really mean what they say. It doesn't matter - the grudge stays unless they apologize - and it has to be a damn good apology too. She is a hypocrite in the way also that she hates being teased, and many of the girls - jealous of the fact she attracts the guys interest (if not for the right reasons) - enjoy mocking her. She knows what it is like to come home crying that she was made fun of, and not understanding why being loud and different makes her worthy of being tortured with words... But sometimes she can do the same thing back. She mocks people at times, talking about them. It's nice that she will say anything to their face that she says, but at the same time its ridiculous that she can turn right around and do the same thing that she hates other people doing. If she catches herself doing it, she stops, but oftentimes she doesn't think before opening her mouth.
;;As stated above, she is an empathetic person. Perhaps it comes from being teased, but she is quick to defend others, and ignore the bratty girls that seem to rule their little cliques. She likes understanding people, and works and figuring out the "why," in not just people but everything else. People are fascinating to her - and she works hard and being friends with them. She doesn't like people not liking her, and she doesn't like not liking them - but she can't change who she is.
;;This leads to the side of her people see most often. Anima can't control her tongue - although she does try. She works hard at being a good person and remembering people's feelings, but when she get's caught up she tends to run her mouth and catch the mistake only after it hits the found. She can shove her foot pretty far in her mouth, she's found, and can make it better even as she can make it worse. She's eloquent, which neither helps nor hinders this - it just applies itself where it will. She's loud and bubbly unless she actually trying to hate the world, and doesn't mind being loud at all. Sugar isn't something that she should be allowed to have in excess, for the more caffeinated she gets the more off the wall she becomes. It's amusing, for some of her qualities are rather childlike, such as the fact she makes sound effects for something things. If frustrated, she ARG's, or if she's pretending to bite it's Ang Ang Ang. They are completly random, and mostly because she likes seeing people smile.
;;Some of the more random qualities to her are the fact that she has problems throwing things away - the biggest pack rat you ever meet. She bites her nails and the skin around them, often leaving them swollen and sore, and a mar against the delicate digits. A very pretty voice - although she won't agree - she always has a song running through her head, and might burst out at any time. Generally when she's alone, though people walk in on her singing from time to time and are slightly surprised that such a brash passionate girl can slow down to create something so pretty. She has a song for everything, and might hum a line or to or say it when she's around those close to her.
;;She can do multiple things at once - Nima finds she's just better at focusing with more going around her. She is also dyslexic - she has to read fast to stop the words from scrambling around the page. She can be a little absentminded at times, just loosing the small things and being generally unorganized, and just a touch messy. Big messes bother her, but her room generally stays a jumbled mess that only she knows how to navigate. The more odd things about her is that she has a color assigned to everyone, and she uses color to describe everything - from emotions to people to food. It's just slightly odd. She's extremely ticklish, and flinches whenever people come to close to one of the various spots on her that are - those that find out enjoy poking her there, because it's the one time the naturally balanced girl becomes a klutz. She likes keeping her hands busy, and when thinking or frustrated she has a habit of running her hand through her hair.
;;A total nightowl, she likes staying up. It's the morning's she has problems with, and they are special. She has a ritual, and likes it because she lacks the ability to think when she gets up. First, it takes ages to wake her up. She'll generally lash out and hit you if you come to close, something she's done since a young age. When she does finally get up, she doesn't remember anything at all. She loves taking baths, and always takes one in the morning - if she doesn't, she can't really wake up and feels weird all day. She has to have klah in the morning - if she doesn't, someone dies. Her friends know better than to talk to her before this, and only after a cup and a half does she even begin to feel like a human being. Another odd quirk is that she has to brush her hair, even after taking a shower, or she feels dirty.
;;And going deeper down into the complicated girl, we begin see what she is. Her brother taught her trust - you don't trust, you don't get her. She's terrified of any pain of the heart, and it makes her completly afraid of relationships and commitments. She tends to push away guys she thinks she could find herself liking - which is amusing because of how much of a flirt she is. She doesn't realize it, and laughs when people try to tell her - she just doesn't understand that sitting on a guys lap or cuddling into a warm hug means anything. She doesn't understand why she can't press up into one of her boy's faces and bat her eyes without them blushing - she just thinks they are pansy's. Infact a huge flirt, it doesn't matter, for she doesn't see it. Part of the reason she doesn't see it is because no guy has ever really made it clear to her that he likes her - she doesn't realize that having the same pack of guys for that many years meant they got very protective of her and tended to stop any advances. She also hates sleeping alone - she enjoys cuddling up to someone and feeling the warmth at night. She can't sleep without someone there - F'del is often a comforting factor when she isn't with her guys.
;;Bossy and officious, she is a rather take charge type of person. When she can, she's the one organizing the play dates, or the one breaking up the fight - she declares that she either feels like a mother and a little sister at random times. She has a calm head in an emergency, and learned basic first-aid from her brother so that when Jarem broke his arm she knew how to splint it roughly, or when Gralt cut himself she knew where to bind it so it stopped bleeding. She works with a quick easy manner, brisk and very efficient, trying to work on keeping heads calm. Not much bother's her in that way - blood and broken bones she has no problem with.
;;Anima has one huge flaw - she is gigantically lacking in self confidence. She hates herself - no one is quite sure why. There isn't a real clear cut reason - just being mocked as a kid made her begin to doubt herself, so she began to hate the image in the mirror. To cancel out this weak reaction - she hates being weak - she gets brash and cocky, but it's only a mask. She see's herself as nothing better, as someone who can always improve, and while not a bad thing she is a gifted young woman who doesn't need to be as harsh as she is. She is on the inside just a confused little girl who covers up the fear with laughter and risks.
;;Dragons are special to her - they are the reason she lives with A'mor, and although she doesn't want her own - she's afraid if she tries she'll fail - she is content to live around them. Nearly her entire life was spent under the wings and on the back of Gray Noyth and Purple Altith, so she doesn't mind them. They don't scare her, nor could she see her life without dragons in it.
;;The most important thing to her is family - A'mor, Noyth, F'del, Altith, her boys, Lip, Calitoli, Esper. Without them, she is nothing, and she revolves her whole life around them. It makes her sad to leave behind the boys when they move, but most are growing older now and becoming more focused on families and jobs - they aren't children anymore. She loves her family more than life itself, and would gladly give up anything for them.
pay my respects to grace and virtue,
send my condolences to good.
give my regards to soul and romance,
they always did the best they could.
;;appearance;; Five five makes her average for girls her age - she doesn't mind. Slim, years of boating and acrobats make her strong, weighing in at a hundred and fifty four pounds - every single one of that muscle. Her breasts are almost non-existent, and makes it almost pointless for her to walk around with a breastband on. She's one of those girls that are all leg, and her feet are dainty for one her size.
;;When stood next to A'mor, it's very easy to tell the brother sister connection. Her face is thin, but not overly long. Her nose is small and very delicate looking - compared to A'mor's beak - with high sweeping cheekbones to finish the picture. They have the same hair, a wavy mess of tawny gold that bleeds dark and light as it pleases. The thing is, she keeps her hair shorter than he does - a roughly chopped mess that barely covers the top of delicate, slightly tapered ears. She cuts it herself, and refuses to let others even come near it, for she likes the ragged look - It does give something of a rough edge to her look.
;;Her eyes are a gorgeous dark sapphire, a few shades lighter than her brother's, but with more depth. You can drown in these pools, with their shadows and play of light making the twin springs vary in hues. Her hands are callused, her fingers delicately long, and her arms and legs are marked with clear white scars from various fights and tumbles. Her face reflects her brother, with reddened cheeks and a bronze tan everywhere else. Her skin is soft, but more leathery than those weavers and girls who stay inside - in the sun since she was very young she's grown immune to burning.
;;The biggest difference between her brother and her - in looks at least - is the clothes she wears. Although she's slim and rather pretty, she doesn't care. She doesn't even see she's pretty, and nothing anyone can say will change that. Anima wears big clothing - her trouser's are often too big and held up with a belt, slung low on prominant hips, and her tunics and shirts are mostly sleeveless affairs several sizes too big so she often looks as though she is swimming in them. The front gets tucked into the pants, the back hanging out and ignored. Despite A'mor's attempt to change this she stays wearing them - unless on the river. Than it's little more than a breastband and a pair of shorts that fall to her knees.
;;She doesn't wear shoes - for some reason she is totally against them. Only in the winter will she don them, which really wasn't a problem down in southern. The bottom of her feet are callused and nothing like the delicate smooth bottom of most girls - she can walk on a bed of pebbles without wincing. This does nothing to affect her gait, however - she moves like a dancer to a silent beat. Her movements are pure emotion, with nothing behind them save the freedom of youth, and she glides along to an entirely self tune.
and so long to devotion,
you taught me everything I know.
wave goodbye...
wish me well..
you've gotta let me go.
;;family;;
..mother - alinatamora
..father - a'nim
..brother - a'mor
..foster-father - lip
..foster-mother - calitoli
..foster-brothers - esperacchius, latoli
..uncle - f'del
will your system be alright,
when you dream of home tonight?
there is no message we're receiving,
let me know is your heart still beating.
;;pets;;
..aren - a half-grown white and black tumbling puppy, anima's partner in crime. aren is, as the expression goes, is the size of a runner. maybe not quite, but her paws are ginormous and she's already bigger than some full grown dogs. despite this, she's a sweet little thing, never hurting a fly, always eager for a scratch. clumsy, perhaps, but innocent and hyper.
..klypto - in size, this bronze leans decidedly to the larger side of the scale. he is well proportioned, with a muscular form that is powerful without appearing overly bulky, retaining a sense of sinewy grace. his hide, too, is beautiful, richly colored in a gentle shade of orange-bronze. the exception is his wingsails, which are much paler, but crossed with thin, horizontal, curved stripes of his normal color that follow the natural contours of his wings.
lusty and charismatic, this bronze certainly knows what to say to the ladies and how to say it. he is never able to resist chasing any female he sees, going after every one with as much enthusiasm as the one he chased the day before. unlike the typical bronze, he doesn’t desert any of them once he’s done. he’ll spend a couple days with the females before slowly pulling himself from their lives—unless he finds another proddy female in the meantime. he is also surprisingly affectionate to his bonded and to children, and very protective and cuddly towards them. if anyone messes with the things he cares about, be very careful—this bronze knows how to bite.
are we human?
or are we dancer?
my sign is vital,
my hands are cold.
;;history;; Whelped to Alinatamora and A'nim, although she never could remember her father. A few times she got Alina to talk about him - but there wasn't much more than a name. She knew he was a Rider, but more than that she had no clue - so she put him from her mind. Her mother did well by her the first few years, taking care of her as a mother should. It wasn't until she turned around six that her mother kicked her from the kitchens and basically from her life to go amuse herself - she was independent enough, and old enough to be, by the woman's reckoning. So little Anima, barely a scrap of a girl, and tiny, ventured into the world. Following the long faded footsteps of another, her path took her down to the river. It was right near one of the larger rapids, a dangerously beautiful wild tumble of water that she found fascinating. She was leaning over the banks, tipped over and trying to touch the water when a hand grappled her, yanking her back.
'What are you doing, you crazy?' Wide blue eyes looked up at a boy, perhaps eight turns old. "I was trying to touch the water." He scoffed at her - 'Stupid girl. You can't go into that water - it's a dangerous part of the river that is to be respected and watched.' - His father had just yelled at him for playing around there. Of course, to a little girl, he was wonderful. "I'm sorry." In frank admiration she thanked him for saving her life, and with his chest thrown out he preened and showed off - picking up a rock and throwing it out into the water, telling her, 'It was nothing.' He went to walk away, and little Nim picked up a rock herself, trying to imitate him. 'No, no, no. You have your form wrong. `Sides, girls can't throw.' She turned back the boy, eyes wide again, but this time indignant.
"Why not?" She asked him, seething in little girl form. 'Because they aren't boys.' His answer, so clear and cut, made her think. Then she had her answer. "So I'll become a boy." He looked at her like she was a wherry. 'You can't do that!' With her head thrown back, and fist's planted on her hips, she asked him, "Why not? If you teach me, I can learn to be a boy." Her logic stumped him, and he finally told her, 'Then spit. Girl's don't spit - guys do.' Faithfully, she spit - and became his shadow. Tagging after him, she discovered he had a gang - a group of boys who were too young to join the river adventures, but too old to be kept at home underfoot. They found her amusing - even at six, with the youngest five - she threw her heart into everything they did, and they quickly forgot she was a girl. They took to calling her Nim, and they would play together in the daylight.
Latoli, the little boss of the gang and her "teacher" stayed true to his word, and taught her to be a boy. They grew close friends - her spitfire way of doing everything and his mellow attitude made them an interesting pair. So it was he that realized that she was out the latest and back at the docks earliest - it was he who got worried when she would come in with bruises and scraps from where her mother had hit her, he who realized that often she wore the same clothes just more rumpled, as if she had token to sleeping outside in the warm nights. She would tell them she fell - but he was smarter than that. Sneaking out his house after dinner one night, he walked back down to the river to find - "Nim? What are you doing?"
Sitting on the bank on the river in late sundown, bathed in the orange glow of the dying sun, was Nima. She was eating a scrap of a wherry and a piece of bread, looking down glumly. "Litoli!" She scrambled up, loosing her dinner to the water in the process, but telling him, "Err, eating." He wrinkled his nose at her feast and asked, "Why are you eating out here?' She shrugged, even at her young age too proud to admit her mother did not want her around. But Litoli was wise to the world - he nodded, and grabbed her hand, and led her home. Lip, his father, took her in gladly, fed her a real meal and gave her a place to sleep. She found a home with them.
She lived in Benden Hold for two turns with them, growing up under thecareful eye of Lip and with Litoli and his siblings as her brother and sisters. She blossomed, a happy eager girl who enjoyed learning the river with the boys. She became mother, sister, and brother to them, and her life was good - until...
Her mother came down to the river, looking cross. "I have been looking all over for you! Where have you been?" The question was phrased as if she hadn't been avoiding her mother for two turns, instead only a night. Grabbing the muddy child, she dragged her back up to her own room and scrubbed her clean, putting her in a dress - YUCK - and despairing over her hair, which Nim had cut as short as the boys. Once she was presentable - and newly bruising on her cheek - the woman dragged her outside. She squirmed, fighting and struggling to release herself from that iron grip of a woman who was NOT her mother. But the woman had a vise-like grip, and held on tightly, waiting for a figure that walked steadily closer. He was a bold, imposing man who Nim met as though she would fight - eyes up and flashing, tensing her muscles, shifting her weight and baring her teeth. She did not like this man, although she wasn't sure why.
And then... When she looked back, she could slow it down, frame by frame and see it all. A tall figure, flashing in gold pants and nothing else darted between her mother and the man. Behind him a tiny dragon - but much bigger than she expected - landed down, and stayed crouched, baring sharp teeth. But she didn't focus on the dragon, watching the man turn around to glance at her, and she gasped. He looked exactly like her! Older, and more masculine, yes... But her!
'I'm taking her. You won't make her do anything she doesn't want to, and you won't let her grow up thinking that nobody loves her. She's MY sister, and by Faranth, I won't make her go through what I did.' She gasped, even as he picked her up. "Sister?" He held her tightly, although carefully, and they mounted the Gray dragon - and up into the sky they were. An ice cold and she shrieked in the totally dark abyss, and then they were back out in the warm sun - too warm for an autumn day - and she was laughing now, laughing as the wind cut her face, and she was at Southern Weyr. They landed, and the man -who was still holding her - walked inside the room she knew must be his weyr. He looked vaguely familiar - she had seen him and Lip talking from time to time, and Litoli had told her that he was Uncle A'mor. She didn't struggled, not even when he placed her on the bed and left her there. He reappeared a moment later, tugging on a larger comfortable shirt and a pair of pants, Only then did he look at her and give a sheepish grin.
"Errr... High. I'm A'mor." There was nothing but silence.
"Nim." He spoke her name quietly, looking at the ground and rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry. It's just when my - our - parents get together, it ends up badly for the child invovled. I'm sure you would have loved going to the Healing Hall"
She scowled, interrupting him and barking out, "NO!"
He only grinned, and murmured, "I know. You don't look stupid. I was stuck doing it - I just got mad that they were trying to make someone else miserable."
She let him ramble for a few minutes, and felt bad for him. "You're my brother?" Her only answer was a nod at first, until he explained.
"Lip told me - he's my best friend, and he figured it out when you told him your mother's name. I just learned right then..."
So Nim decided to live with her blood brother. To her, he was a Knight in Shining armor - family that she had never known. She visted the Benden Hold often with A'mor, and started her own group of Weyrbrat boys in Southern. She made enemies - girls who were jealous of her status with the boys and boys who didn't like bossy girls - and made friends. She lived with Sper as her Chief Boy, and under the influence of F'del, Altith, A'mor, and Noyth, she grew up. Her brother taught her everything he knew, and she drank up the random odd information. A'mor gave her an egg when Lady clutched, and hatched for her little Bronze Klepto. She grew up as a regular tyrant, had fights and laughed, cried, and grew up.
Now, at almost seventeen turns, she made one of the bigger decisions of her life to move. It means a new group of guys, it means new people to befriend and enemies to make... But A'mor allowed her to bring the puppy that she had bonded with - Altith had found him - and Aren, Kelpto, and her all waved good-bye as Noyth took off a last time from A'mor's weyr.
and I'm on my knees,
looking for the answer.
are we human?
or are we dancer?
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