Post by pannypanpops on Jun 20, 2010 21:31:24 GMT -8
Name: Fa'h (Farah)
Age: twenty-three, born in autumn
Gender: female
Sexuality: heterosexual
Rank: winglet
Location: the Eyrie, previously Sayaie
Personality:
Farah is a very strong minded woman. She believes what she thinks and thinks what she assumes to be true. This isn't to say that when an arguement is presented to her she'll close her eyes and plug her ears to keep on believeing what she believes. Rather, she will listen, but will expect that respect will be given to her views. If her opinion can't be suaded, she expects the other person to relent their views. Because of this, she often butts head with many..many..MANY people. Though she is rational, she does listen, when she thinks she's right, she's right unless a clear rational opposing set of facts can be presented to her. She is kind, needless to say though her kindness can often come off as abbrasive, though she could never be mistaken for unfeeling and cold. She likes to make clear cut decisions and hates being stuck doing the same monotonious job for too long. She seeks adventure and craves it. Because of this, she can make dumb and ill informed decisions, though she does try to keep an open mind if an intelligent arguement or set of opposing factors are presented, then make a decision off these. Though, she depends very heavily on gut feelings if she can't come to a clear answer to a problem. Whether the problem be very little, such as whether or not to take a shower right now for her date, to something larger such as, how should I go about getting on the team that explores the near southern and eastern continents? She often has her own self interest at hand, though she wouldn't cut someone else down for her own benefit. But disieving isn't beyond her morals. She is flattered easily by kindness given by males, though she very rarely flirts.
Appearance:
Fa'rah has very long and wavey auburn hair. In the light it often glistens reds, golds and oranges, though in the dark it itself becomes dark and deep wavey ringlettes about her face. She has a very strong build, her body reflecting her attitude. She has a strong jaw set with a full mouth, a bridgeless nose and almond shapped crystal blue eyes, framed by expressive arching eyebrows. Her nose is slightly freckled, the small sun spots dancing across her cheek bones. Her hands and feet are slender despite her toned muscles across her body, weighing her at 155lbs. She stands tall and firm at 5'7, her jaw rigid with her stubborn willpower.
Family:
Her mother is a dedicated children's teacher in Sayaie, teaching children in the 5th year basics. Farah's father is a slightly reputable musician, playing in a small band of strings and winds, often traveling between Sayaie and Itnala, making very little for his trade.
Pets:
None.
Simourv Name: Mhaliniph
Simourv Color: Green
Simourv Age: one
Personality:
extremely curious, gruff but loving, imaginative
Appearance:
Parentage:
Gray Eceph X Black Alianph
History:
Farah has lived a life full of hard work, dedication and strife, just as the rest of the families in Pohono. She grew up the third eldest, often running and scrapping her knees, though hard at work helping families harvest, working her earn for means to trade. She has never owned a diask in her life. Her hands are roughened with the labours of her life. As she grew, she found very little time to play with other children, though she heard a lot of talk working side by side with people of many different ages and walks of life.
Her family life was bascily happy, her parents rarely fought and if they did, Farah and her siblings didn't hear a word of it. Farah had enough to eat, and she had the love of her parents, life was treating her well enough in her young eyes.
It wasn't until she had turned 10 that the Koxi got its clutches on her family. Death was no new thing to Farah, her friends and many of the people she worked with would loose family very often. Probably once every couple of months or so. But this time, it hit her home. Her elder brother and sister, Jerou, and Keralei were viciously slaughtered, and inevitably eaten. Farah herself, along with her mother and father got away unscathed. Naturally, the deaths hit the family hard. After depression came the fights. When her mother came home from teaching the children, keeping a cheerful appearence for them, she'd be tattered and worn. Father's music stopped completely. Farah herself, was too young to understand. If she had only done something, taken a stick to the Koxi, anything! Just something! Perhaps her parents wouldn't be fighting, and perhaps love her a little bit more.
Farah immersed herself into farming and did anykind of work that would give her means of trade and produce.
Years based and the deaths of her siblings had ebbed. Her parents stopped fighting, though things were never the same again, there wasn't too much to complain about. Through her mother's depression, her body had made her barren, giving the family no more means of expanding, or at least if not Farah's mother, then her father. It was never sure who, it was just known that there would be no more. The family was close, loving and caring. Cherishing each other.
The attacks of the koxi were few especially now that there were Simourv defending the small cities, Farah found herself often dreaming to be apart of the flying riders, bonded with a beautiful, powerful creature. Defending the cities, discovering others that perhaps, the koxi didn't reside.
