Post by jinx on Jan 7, 2018 6:17:16 GMT -5
Player: Jinx
Best Contact Method(s): Message & jinx1858@gmail.com
Have you read the General Rules?: Yes
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:No
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?:
Character Name: Amira Kapali
Age:17
Gender:Female
Birthdate:7 September 1411
City / Region:Antara/ Desmira
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Kapali
Played by:Courtney Eaton
Appearance:
Amira stands at 5’7, not short at all, so her long legs and arms make her lithe. With her stature and wealth keeps her well fed, so wouldn’t be perceived as sickly skinny and still given curves of a woman. Her dark complexion, skintone, dark eyes and hair, make her a desert jewel. She bathes often and thus keeps her skin silky and smooth. Her dark long hair is either free to flow down her back or loosely pinned up. Her clothing is rather loose and of the finest materials money can buy and rather different design of gowns than what is seen in other regions.
She loves gold and jewels, and is almost always covered in them from head to toe, either decoration for her hair and garments or on her fingers, wrists and hanging from her elegant neck. The only time she is wearing less of these fineries is if she is by the sea or river, opting with gowns more simple in design but even then still has a few golden jewels to watch them sparkle in the sunlight.
Personality:
Amira is rather sheltered and so is her personality. One would perceive her as being a delicate flower that needs to be protected. But that does not mean she is dim witted, just ill informed of much of the outside world. She is rather spoilt and expects to be doted on. To those of her family she is respectful and good natured, but if anyone lesser than her crosses her in any way she is not impressed and could be considered a little vain.
She doesn’t deal much with common folk and thus doesn’t really know what to think of them. She is both disgusted by them but also pities them and prefers to keep away. She is rather carefree and spends much of her time within the safety of the palace, this though means she bores easily and could become a bit mischievous and thus she ventures out with a large escort to the river or sea on small adventures or expects entertainment from others in the palace.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
- Painting: Amira loves to capture all the beauty in the world that she sees and the knowledge of spices and plants assist with the mix of paints.
- Fashion/sewing: Amira knows how to sew, but learned quickly how to have others do it for her. In place of this she has a keen eye for fashion and experiments with different styles.
- Swimming: Amira learnt how to swim in the pools within the palace, but as soon as she was able, took that skill to the river and sea.
- Dancing: This is Amira’s favourite pastime and especially loves the costumes made to be free flowing to add to the allure of beauty.
- Literate: From a young age, it was Amira’s right to be taught how to read and write, especially in the art of storytelling.
- Cooking: Like most women, Amira was taught all about spices and to use them effectively.
Character History:
Born a few years younger than her older brother, Amira’s beauty was immediately something her father wanted to protect and thus Amira would spend much of her days behind the walls of the palace. As a young child she was taught everything her brother was taught, how to read, write and basic mathematics, and of course the manners of rulers. She would miss out on anything to do with horses as her father didn’t want to risk his precious jewel being harmed. If she got to travel it was either by carriage or palanquin.
At age eight, she saw less of her brother and would spend much of her days in the palace wing reserved for the women. Any men she would see were either eunuchs or her father and brother. Anytime she saw her father, he would dote on her as if she were the most rarest of flower.
Her studies continued and moved to running of the household and the arts, anything that was feminine and without higher risks to her wellbeing. People either loved her or were jealous of the attention she received from the Pasha, including her brother and mother. Because of this, it was some time before her mother was with child again, and even then the next five were miscarriages or did not live longer than a month. Only another son will be born when Amira was 12, which took the life of their mother.
In the meantime, Amira grew and bloomed. Offers of marriage began flooding in, yet still, the Pasha would not give up his most precious flower, especially now that he had lost his wife. If any man dared gaze upon his daughter in the wrong way, they would immediately lose their eyes or any other part of their body, even their life depending what crime the Pasha saw fit to charge them with. Much of this of course was shielded from Amira’s own eyes.
His protectiveness though may be his undoing, as more recently he has become less sane. Her brother began to take on more control and tried to restrict her further from her outside visits and had plans to marry her off for riches and protect her from the Rohari raids. But the raids occupied her brother and broke their father further with loss of riches, but in their place a man named Aldano Sandoval turned the fate of Desmira around and rose to the rank of Grand Vizier to Amira’s father.
Coincidentally, her older brother was killed when attacked by bandits. This however pushed the Pasha further from his sane mind. Amira didn’t know if she could trust Aldano, but he cared for her father and most importantly, under Aldano’s instruct assistance the riches grew. Despite the deterioration of her father’s mind she could find some happiness for her marriage proposal was cancelled and again she was free to visit the river and the sea she so loved.
Writing Sample:
Amira was admiring herself in the elegant mirror with a gold frame that was large enough for her to view herself head to toe. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear then ran her finger down the gold earring that dangled from her lobe to make the jewels embedded in the gold sparkle in the ray of sunlight that pierced through the opened window. ”I’d very much like to go swimming today.” She announced to the lesser women tasked with her care. Servants were to never touch her or set eyes upon her and were to leave the room before she entered, so other women within the palace, either of related to her or noble birth, who waited on her did her bidding. ”Please instruct the Guards of my wishes, I’d like to visit the waterfalls I think.” She continued.
She was rarely direct with her Guardsmen, why should she need to speak to them when she had others for that? Besides, the older women knew how to instruct the men in the household. And if the precious flower wanted to go out, she got what she wanted, even if it meant thirty men and women trained to guard her had to clear a section of the beach or river just so she could have her privacy.
It didn’t take long either for her convoy to be ready and she was soon being carried up river to the waterfalls in her palanquin. And naturally, guards had cleared the area just for her. The 20 men all eunuchs would go out and guard the perimeter where they could not see her, while the 10 female guardsmen would cover the inner perimeter and to watch her carefully along with her female escorts. Safe under their watchful eye and shielded from any passersby, Amira stood at the bank and slipping out of her shoes, delicately dipped her toes into the water to test the temperature. She giggled lightly, before stepping back and disrobing, her light gown and shift slipping off easily with the simple tug of a string. The garments fell in a heap at her feet and she ever so delicately stepped out of them.
Standing naked in all her beautiful glory, her olive skin seemed to blend into the beauty that surrounded them. This oasis of rocks, shrubs and trees that laced the shore of this spring that later opened up to the river which provided the people of Desmira. Slowly, she walked into the water like a goddess, which deepened with each step then dropped off as she neared closer to the small waterfall. Once she was deep enough, she dived as delicately and expertly like a mermaid and when she submerged, she rolled onto her back and floated, closing her eyes, arms spread out to enjoy the peace and tranquillity.
Best Contact Method(s): Message & jinx1858@gmail.com
Have you read the General Rules?: Yes
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?:No
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?:
Character Name: Amira Kapali
Age:17
Gender:Female
Birthdate:7 September 1411
City / Region:Antara/ Desmira
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Kapali
Played by:Courtney Eaton
Appearance:
Amira stands at 5’7, not short at all, so her long legs and arms make her lithe. With her stature and wealth keeps her well fed, so wouldn’t be perceived as sickly skinny and still given curves of a woman. Her dark complexion, skintone, dark eyes and hair, make her a desert jewel. She bathes often and thus keeps her skin silky and smooth. Her dark long hair is either free to flow down her back or loosely pinned up. Her clothing is rather loose and of the finest materials money can buy and rather different design of gowns than what is seen in other regions.
She loves gold and jewels, and is almost always covered in them from head to toe, either decoration for her hair and garments or on her fingers, wrists and hanging from her elegant neck. The only time she is wearing less of these fineries is if she is by the sea or river, opting with gowns more simple in design but even then still has a few golden jewels to watch them sparkle in the sunlight.
Personality:
Amira is rather sheltered and so is her personality. One would perceive her as being a delicate flower that needs to be protected. But that does not mean she is dim witted, just ill informed of much of the outside world. She is rather spoilt and expects to be doted on. To those of her family she is respectful and good natured, but if anyone lesser than her crosses her in any way she is not impressed and could be considered a little vain.
She doesn’t deal much with common folk and thus doesn’t really know what to think of them. She is both disgusted by them but also pities them and prefers to keep away. She is rather carefree and spends much of her time within the safety of the palace, this though means she bores easily and could become a bit mischievous and thus she ventures out with a large escort to the river or sea on small adventures or expects entertainment from others in the palace.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
- Painting: Amira loves to capture all the beauty in the world that she sees and the knowledge of spices and plants assist with the mix of paints.
- Fashion/sewing: Amira knows how to sew, but learned quickly how to have others do it for her. In place of this she has a keen eye for fashion and experiments with different styles.
- Swimming: Amira learnt how to swim in the pools within the palace, but as soon as she was able, took that skill to the river and sea.
- Dancing: This is Amira’s favourite pastime and especially loves the costumes made to be free flowing to add to the allure of beauty.
- Literate: From a young age, it was Amira’s right to be taught how to read and write, especially in the art of storytelling.
- Cooking: Like most women, Amira was taught all about spices and to use them effectively.
Character History:
Born a few years younger than her older brother, Amira’s beauty was immediately something her father wanted to protect and thus Amira would spend much of her days behind the walls of the palace. As a young child she was taught everything her brother was taught, how to read, write and basic mathematics, and of course the manners of rulers. She would miss out on anything to do with horses as her father didn’t want to risk his precious jewel being harmed. If she got to travel it was either by carriage or palanquin.
At age eight, she saw less of her brother and would spend much of her days in the palace wing reserved for the women. Any men she would see were either eunuchs or her father and brother. Anytime she saw her father, he would dote on her as if she were the most rarest of flower.
Her studies continued and moved to running of the household and the arts, anything that was feminine and without higher risks to her wellbeing. People either loved her or were jealous of the attention she received from the Pasha, including her brother and mother. Because of this, it was some time before her mother was with child again, and even then the next five were miscarriages or did not live longer than a month. Only another son will be born when Amira was 12, which took the life of their mother.
In the meantime, Amira grew and bloomed. Offers of marriage began flooding in, yet still, the Pasha would not give up his most precious flower, especially now that he had lost his wife. If any man dared gaze upon his daughter in the wrong way, they would immediately lose their eyes or any other part of their body, even their life depending what crime the Pasha saw fit to charge them with. Much of this of course was shielded from Amira’s own eyes.
His protectiveness though may be his undoing, as more recently he has become less sane. Her brother began to take on more control and tried to restrict her further from her outside visits and had plans to marry her off for riches and protect her from the Rohari raids. But the raids occupied her brother and broke their father further with loss of riches, but in their place a man named Aldano Sandoval turned the fate of Desmira around and rose to the rank of Grand Vizier to Amira’s father.
Coincidentally, her older brother was killed when attacked by bandits. This however pushed the Pasha further from his sane mind. Amira didn’t know if she could trust Aldano, but he cared for her father and most importantly, under Aldano’s instruct assistance the riches grew. Despite the deterioration of her father’s mind she could find some happiness for her marriage proposal was cancelled and again she was free to visit the river and the sea she so loved.
Writing Sample:
Amira was admiring herself in the elegant mirror with a gold frame that was large enough for her to view herself head to toe. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear then ran her finger down the gold earring that dangled from her lobe to make the jewels embedded in the gold sparkle in the ray of sunlight that pierced through the opened window. ”I’d very much like to go swimming today.” She announced to the lesser women tasked with her care. Servants were to never touch her or set eyes upon her and were to leave the room before she entered, so other women within the palace, either of related to her or noble birth, who waited on her did her bidding. ”Please instruct the Guards of my wishes, I’d like to visit the waterfalls I think.” She continued.
She was rarely direct with her Guardsmen, why should she need to speak to them when she had others for that? Besides, the older women knew how to instruct the men in the household. And if the precious flower wanted to go out, she got what she wanted, even if it meant thirty men and women trained to guard her had to clear a section of the beach or river just so she could have her privacy.
It didn’t take long either for her convoy to be ready and she was soon being carried up river to the waterfalls in her palanquin. And naturally, guards had cleared the area just for her. The 20 men all eunuchs would go out and guard the perimeter where they could not see her, while the 10 female guardsmen would cover the inner perimeter and to watch her carefully along with her female escorts. Safe under their watchful eye and shielded from any passersby, Amira stood at the bank and slipping out of her shoes, delicately dipped her toes into the water to test the temperature. She giggled lightly, before stepping back and disrobing, her light gown and shift slipping off easily with the simple tug of a string. The garments fell in a heap at her feet and she ever so delicately stepped out of them.
Standing naked in all her beautiful glory, her olive skin seemed to blend into the beauty that surrounded them. This oasis of rocks, shrubs and trees that laced the shore of this spring that later opened up to the river which provided the people of Desmira. Slowly, she walked into the water like a goddess, which deepened with each step then dropped off as she neared closer to the small waterfall. Once she was deep enough, she dived as delicately and expertly like a mermaid and when she submerged, she rolled onto her back and floated, closing her eyes, arms spread out to enjoy the peace and tranquillity.