Post by Sisilaya Vulmecura on Feb 15, 2011 18:15:45 GMT -5
Name: Sisilaya Vulmecura. Commonly named “Sisi”
Gender: Female
Hometown: Cork, Ireland.
Occupation: At the moment, nothing. Is trained in combat, can join army/special forces.
Alignment/Affiliation: Neutral. Can sway both ways depending on situation.
Age: Not exactly sure, appears to be around 27
Spieces: Half Tuatha Dé Danann (Seelie side), half human.
History/Background:
Sisi was born from a Time lord and a Seelie woman, a light Fae with healing abilities residing in Ireland who interacted heavily with the human world above. One day the woman's eye fell on a man standing right in the middle of a dried out field, his memory gone and a disheveled look on his pure black hair that seemed like the man been asleep for weeks. The man's dark curls framed his face, it was still full and thick and his face showed no more then mid thirties. What struck her most were the piercing blue eyes, like the sky above. But what attracted her most to this man, was that aura he possessed. He was human.. yet something was amiss. He didn't feel like a human. He was utterly fascinating. And so, like the men before him, she woo'd him, made him her lover. She showed him paradise, gave him food to live, made him think the impossible was possible. Eventually, she fell in love with him herself, something that was not supposed to happen. Seelie were not supposed to fall in love with humans, it was supposed to happen the other way and when the Fae lover would eventually vanish the left behind human would pine away the rest of their lives. Perhaps the human myth was true, love conquers all. It did not take long till she found herself with child, a child that was born 101 days later. She named the child Sisilaya, the blind one, after her father.
The woman did not stop loving the man, and slowly she was adapting to a domestic life. A small cottage just outside of the southern capital of Ireland, Cork. There she raised the child, which was blessed with her gift of healing, and taught her everything she child could handle. Her love for her new family never diminished, and she ended up telling her lover, now husband, of the secrets of her race. The technology humans were never supposed to find. Magical in human eyes, brilliantly designed in the eyes of a Seelie.
The night her husband regained his memory is when everything started, she still remembered the look on his face when he clenched that golden watch he found in that field the other day in his hand. And his smell. Oh his smell was different, so different. It was like it finally solved itself and his eyes dawned with understanding. The little girl bounded in, red curls framing her face with soft green eyes and she hugged her father around the waist, he smiled down at the child and hushed her to get back to bed, the woman just smiled and nodded in agreement while she felt the hairs in her neck stand. His smile had never reached his eyes and she knew something was wrong. But before she could finally comment on his strange behavior, that exact moment a hoard of humans came marching to their small cottage, pitchforks and torches in hand. Witch, was the call. Witch witch.
She was dragged out by the hair, her husband beaten and dragged along by his bleeding body. She was dragged along the hoard, when they arrived at the towns square and the moment she saw the woodpile she knew she wouldn't survive that night. She did not control the elements like others of her race could. She had forsaken their world to be with a human, they would not come to her aid now.
As the flames licked at her feet she could see her little girl behind held back by broad men, her lover being skinned while screaming into his gag. She gave one final scream before the world blacked before her.
But that was also the moment that the men stopped with their knives on the gagged man. His bloodied hand coming up to tear the gag from his mouth. There was a laugh that scared the child to the bone, it came from her father, or at least what was left of her father. He began to glow yellow, mist drifting off him before he began to shine like a thousand stars. And when that light passed, a man with long silvery hair and piercing black eyes stood there, healthy like the dawn of day. The girl trembled and stepped back when he extended his hand towards her with a smile, shaking her head viciously. This was not her father, not anymore. She turned to bolt and run, but the man snarled and snapped something in his hand, and the ground disappeared below her, sucking her in.
She arrived in a new world, hostile, just 10 years of age. Being taken care of by citizen hiding from the government she grew up to be a young woman who's desire for justice never dimmed. She practiced her healing like her mother had taught her, helping who needed her. But one day she vowed, she would find her father and take his life for what he had done to her mother. And even though she never saw her father again, she knew he watched her. She would fall into the ground again at crucial moments, like when she would have died if that hole had not appeared there. But every time she would appear in a new place where she'd have to adept to usually even worse conditions. But every time she fought with fury, being taught and teaching herself the art of combat. She could not stand just waiting on the side lines.
She had lost track of her age after she turned 24, time did not matter anymore to her. She had turned into a woman that fought to survive, and that was what mattered most.
It was by accident that she found the mirror in an old abandoned warehouse. The Sifting Silver. She had recognized it from her mothers long lost stories she had listened to eagerly when she was young. The mirror seemed too could even through her leather gloves when she first touched it. But when she took off her glove to touch it again with her bare hand the surface ripped, and she immediately knew what she had found. A Sifting Silver, an intricate network of mirrors that were door openings to other worlds, other times. When the surface smoothed again she was startled, saw herself as a young child before, red curls framing her youthful face, the loving arms of her mother around her. She had stepped into the mirror before she even fully realized what she was doing, drawn in by the happy sight before her as tears started to come down her face.
The in between was like a softly glowing cave pulsing with energy. Behind her was the mirror she just stepped through, in front of her the mirror that showed her happy with her mother, alive. Her hand reached out to it.
But a star appeared in the mirror, like a rock hitting glass. And before her eyes it shattered into a thousand pieces, the hole it left behind sucking with a force that would defy a hurricane. Everything trembled around her and she actually screamed when the floor under her tore open with such a force that she completely fell through.
She hit the green grass with a force that knocked the wind out of her. She coughed and wheezed, fisting the small green plants with such a viciousness they stained her leather glove, all in order to try and dull out the pain that went through her arm. Dislocated.
This was not supposed to happen.
[[RP will start here, she got spat out at Cardiff]]
Appearance:
Arrival:
After joining The Meddler:
[Art made by me, no stealy please!]
Sisi is a tall woman of 5'10" inches tall. Her body is curved with wide hips, mostly because most of her muscle strength is located there. She has long coppery red (ginger hahaha ) hair reaching till her lower waist. Most of the time she wears a full leather outfit which serves as armour, reinforced with extra leather in critical places (breasts, stomach and lower back) to protect vital organs. Her face is very classical with an elegant neckline, in the right clothing she can look like she stepped out of a medieval painting. Even though her outfit gives a look of toughness, her face is kind when she's in a neutral mood or good mood. The leather is mostly worn for protective purposes as she comes from a warzone then it is for show. Good chance her outfit will change over time if battle isn't such a priority anymore. Finally, her eyes are a soft pastel like green.
Personality: Has her heart in the right place, cannot stand injustice. Quiet at first but easy going when you get to know her. In combat she is sly like a fox, she is cunning, intelligent, sensual and inventive and uses these traits to gain the upper hand over her opponent. In her personality these traits also come back to some extend even though she is slightly insecure. She's not a fighter at heart, but was forced to be quite good at it in order to survive. Will always first try to talk things out.
Strength: Empathy, healing, vocal/singing, physical combat (with and without weapons), loyalty, inventive.
Weakness: Due to her empathy, she finds it hard to hold grudges. Can be naive from time to time due to this. Has no enhanced power/items when it comes to hand to hand combat, just her agility and fighting experience, so if she's up against a male and has no magic she is generally in trouble if he manages to catch her due to strength difference.
Armor: Leather bodysuit for free (and quiet) movement. Further, none. No items.
Accessory: None, yet.
Abilities:
1) Healing, by touch. She can use her own stamina/energy to heal others, but too intensive healing and she will pass out due to her energy going too low.
2) Siren singing. Casts calm/confuse. Makes people unwilling to fight for as long as the sound is heard. Dreamlike state. Using this as her voice: www.youtube.com/watch?v=cR7GfUdupnI&feature=related
3) Regular combat.
4) Drives cars and motorcycles on a stunt-level.
Weapons:
1) 2 handguns, custom made, effect of regular handguns
2) 2 long daggers, strapped to her waist belt in holsters, custom made.
[[OOC: All right, that's my character profile. I realise that this is a scifi-forum, not fantasy, so I'm willing to take out the healing/fire part of her life so it'll stick to the forum rules. The singing ability is rarely used, she wants to keep it secret so she can use it as last resorts when she's in a situation that is life threatening. Sisi's fire ability consists out of her being able to call forth elemental fire, making her body resistant to high temperatures, but very vulnerable to freezing ones. My explanation for that would be that her blood plasma is different from human's, the boiling temperature being much much higher. I do realise not many have elemental powers here, and I don't want to be overpowered compared to others so the call is to the mods, let me know what you think ^^' ]]
Gender: Female
Hometown: Cork, Ireland.
Occupation: At the moment, nothing. Is trained in combat, can join army/special forces.
Alignment/Affiliation: Neutral. Can sway both ways depending on situation.
Age: Not exactly sure, appears to be around 27
Spieces: Half Tuatha Dé Danann (Seelie side), half human.
History/Background:
Sisi was born from a Time lord and a Seelie woman, a light Fae with healing abilities residing in Ireland who interacted heavily with the human world above. One day the woman's eye fell on a man standing right in the middle of a dried out field, his memory gone and a disheveled look on his pure black hair that seemed like the man been asleep for weeks. The man's dark curls framed his face, it was still full and thick and his face showed no more then mid thirties. What struck her most were the piercing blue eyes, like the sky above. But what attracted her most to this man, was that aura he possessed. He was human.. yet something was amiss. He didn't feel like a human. He was utterly fascinating. And so, like the men before him, she woo'd him, made him her lover. She showed him paradise, gave him food to live, made him think the impossible was possible. Eventually, she fell in love with him herself, something that was not supposed to happen. Seelie were not supposed to fall in love with humans, it was supposed to happen the other way and when the Fae lover would eventually vanish the left behind human would pine away the rest of their lives. Perhaps the human myth was true, love conquers all. It did not take long till she found herself with child, a child that was born 101 days later. She named the child Sisilaya, the blind one, after her father.
The woman did not stop loving the man, and slowly she was adapting to a domestic life. A small cottage just outside of the southern capital of Ireland, Cork. There she raised the child, which was blessed with her gift of healing, and taught her everything she child could handle. Her love for her new family never diminished, and she ended up telling her lover, now husband, of the secrets of her race. The technology humans were never supposed to find. Magical in human eyes, brilliantly designed in the eyes of a Seelie.
The night her husband regained his memory is when everything started, she still remembered the look on his face when he clenched that golden watch he found in that field the other day in his hand. And his smell. Oh his smell was different, so different. It was like it finally solved itself and his eyes dawned with understanding. The little girl bounded in, red curls framing her face with soft green eyes and she hugged her father around the waist, he smiled down at the child and hushed her to get back to bed, the woman just smiled and nodded in agreement while she felt the hairs in her neck stand. His smile had never reached his eyes and she knew something was wrong. But before she could finally comment on his strange behavior, that exact moment a hoard of humans came marching to their small cottage, pitchforks and torches in hand. Witch, was the call. Witch witch.
She was dragged out by the hair, her husband beaten and dragged along by his bleeding body. She was dragged along the hoard, when they arrived at the towns square and the moment she saw the woodpile she knew she wouldn't survive that night. She did not control the elements like others of her race could. She had forsaken their world to be with a human, they would not come to her aid now.
As the flames licked at her feet she could see her little girl behind held back by broad men, her lover being skinned while screaming into his gag. She gave one final scream before the world blacked before her.
But that was also the moment that the men stopped with their knives on the gagged man. His bloodied hand coming up to tear the gag from his mouth. There was a laugh that scared the child to the bone, it came from her father, or at least what was left of her father. He began to glow yellow, mist drifting off him before he began to shine like a thousand stars. And when that light passed, a man with long silvery hair and piercing black eyes stood there, healthy like the dawn of day. The girl trembled and stepped back when he extended his hand towards her with a smile, shaking her head viciously. This was not her father, not anymore. She turned to bolt and run, but the man snarled and snapped something in his hand, and the ground disappeared below her, sucking her in.
She arrived in a new world, hostile, just 10 years of age. Being taken care of by citizen hiding from the government she grew up to be a young woman who's desire for justice never dimmed. She practiced her healing like her mother had taught her, helping who needed her. But one day she vowed, she would find her father and take his life for what he had done to her mother. And even though she never saw her father again, she knew he watched her. She would fall into the ground again at crucial moments, like when she would have died if that hole had not appeared there. But every time she would appear in a new place where she'd have to adept to usually even worse conditions. But every time she fought with fury, being taught and teaching herself the art of combat. She could not stand just waiting on the side lines.
She had lost track of her age after she turned 24, time did not matter anymore to her. She had turned into a woman that fought to survive, and that was what mattered most.
It was by accident that she found the mirror in an old abandoned warehouse. The Sifting Silver. She had recognized it from her mothers long lost stories she had listened to eagerly when she was young. The mirror seemed too could even through her leather gloves when she first touched it. But when she took off her glove to touch it again with her bare hand the surface ripped, and she immediately knew what she had found. A Sifting Silver, an intricate network of mirrors that were door openings to other worlds, other times. When the surface smoothed again she was startled, saw herself as a young child before, red curls framing her youthful face, the loving arms of her mother around her. She had stepped into the mirror before she even fully realized what she was doing, drawn in by the happy sight before her as tears started to come down her face.
The in between was like a softly glowing cave pulsing with energy. Behind her was the mirror she just stepped through, in front of her the mirror that showed her happy with her mother, alive. Her hand reached out to it.
But a star appeared in the mirror, like a rock hitting glass. And before her eyes it shattered into a thousand pieces, the hole it left behind sucking with a force that would defy a hurricane. Everything trembled around her and she actually screamed when the floor under her tore open with such a force that she completely fell through.
She hit the green grass with a force that knocked the wind out of her. She coughed and wheezed, fisting the small green plants with such a viciousness they stained her leather glove, all in order to try and dull out the pain that went through her arm. Dislocated.
This was not supposed to happen.
[[RP will start here, she got spat out at Cardiff]]
Appearance:
Arrival:
After joining The Meddler:
[Art made by me, no stealy please!]
Sisi is a tall woman of 5'10" inches tall. Her body is curved with wide hips, mostly because most of her muscle strength is located there. She has long coppery red (ginger hahaha ) hair reaching till her lower waist. Most of the time she wears a full leather outfit which serves as armour, reinforced with extra leather in critical places (breasts, stomach and lower back) to protect vital organs. Her face is very classical with an elegant neckline, in the right clothing she can look like she stepped out of a medieval painting. Even though her outfit gives a look of toughness, her face is kind when she's in a neutral mood or good mood. The leather is mostly worn for protective purposes as she comes from a warzone then it is for show. Good chance her outfit will change over time if battle isn't such a priority anymore. Finally, her eyes are a soft pastel like green.
Personality: Has her heart in the right place, cannot stand injustice. Quiet at first but easy going when you get to know her. In combat she is sly like a fox, she is cunning, intelligent, sensual and inventive and uses these traits to gain the upper hand over her opponent. In her personality these traits also come back to some extend even though she is slightly insecure. She's not a fighter at heart, but was forced to be quite good at it in order to survive. Will always first try to talk things out.
Strength: Empathy, healing, vocal/singing, physical combat (with and without weapons), loyalty, inventive.
Weakness: Due to her empathy, she finds it hard to hold grudges. Can be naive from time to time due to this. Has no enhanced power/items when it comes to hand to hand combat, just her agility and fighting experience, so if she's up against a male and has no magic she is generally in trouble if he manages to catch her due to strength difference.
Armor: Leather bodysuit for free (and quiet) movement. Further, none. No items.
Accessory: None, yet.
Abilities:
1) Healing, by touch. She can use her own stamina/energy to heal others, but too intensive healing and she will pass out due to her energy going too low.
2) Siren singing. Casts calm/confuse. Makes people unwilling to fight for as long as the sound is heard. Dreamlike state. Using this as her voice: www.youtube.com/watch?v=cR7GfUdupnI&feature=related
3) Regular combat.
4) Drives cars and motorcycles on a stunt-level.
Weapons:
1) 2 handguns, custom made, effect of regular handguns
2) 2 long daggers, strapped to her waist belt in holsters, custom made.
[[OOC: All right, that's my character profile. I realise that this is a scifi-forum, not fantasy, so I'm willing to take out the healing/fire part of her life so it'll stick to the forum rules. The singing ability is rarely used, she wants to keep it secret so she can use it as last resorts when she's in a situation that is life threatening. Sisi's fire ability consists out of her being able to call forth elemental fire, making her body resistant to high temperatures, but very vulnerable to freezing ones. My explanation for that would be that her blood plasma is different from human's, the boiling temperature being much much higher. I do realise not many have elemental powers here, and I don't want to be overpowered compared to others so the call is to the mods, let me know what you think ^^' ]]
We don't really deal with elemental stuff here, as it really has nothing to do with Doctor Who. However, a particular species can have certain abilities because that person has a different body structure than a human.
