Post by Luthien Suroko on Sept 24, 2005 16:43:09 GMT -5
Name: Luthien Suroko
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown, looks about 27
Race: Wolf Youkai
Side: Good/ Neutral
Time Period: Feudal Japan
Class: Wonderer
Powers:Hand to hand combat, she can do a little with her sword. Her best ability is the ability to shoor the four elements out of her palms. Most of the time she uses the fire element, giving her the alias Fuedal Fire. But in desperate situations, she uses the other three as well water, earth, and air.
Abilities/Techniques:Hand to hand combat, she can do a little with her sword. Her best ability is the ability to shoor the four elements out of her palms. Most of the time she uses the fire element, giving her the alias Fuedal Fire. But in desperate situations, she uses the other three as well water, earth, and air.
Default Abilities:good hearing and sense of smell, amazing eyesight
Weakness: Her biggest weakness is Naraku. When Luthien was younger and still fending for herself, she had an incounter with Naraku, who took her in for a period of time, and soon, they fell in love. But as Luthien learned more about Naraku, they broke it off, so still in love with each other. Now, to this day, Luthien cannot bring herself to harm Naraku in any way.
Weapon: Long sword called Seidai
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Family: Part of a tribe but no real family
Animal Companion: Her Wolves and her long tail cat Kanshisha
Relationship Status: Friends with Kouga and had a past life with Naraku.
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Description
Physical: Luthien's physical traits consist of long silvery white hair that falls to her waist but is ofter pulled back out of her face in a blackribbon to reveal her pointed ears. Her face is pale but none the less lovely, shaped by a strong jaw line, high cheek bones, and bright blue eyes framed by a strange looking cursive E design and two red marks on her cheeks. She stands about five foot, seven inches and weighs approximatly 124 lbs. She is often, when seen, wearing a long black and red kimono.
Emotional:Emotionless basically. She never smiles, she never cries, and usually never gets angry. She tries to convince herself that she no longer feels love and tells everyone she has no heart
Background: Luthien has no real home, even though she sometimes roams with Kouga and his tribe. When she was a child, her parents were killed and she mostly fended for herself, soon finding her long tail cat, Kanshisha. She mostly travels alone and never uses her powers unless necessary.
But the story no one knows is the story of her and Naraku, as stated above. Her supposidly non existing heart still lies with Naraku as she searches to find him to protect the jewel shards, or maybe for another reason. Perhaps she going against her own motto "Never dwell on memories you long to forget"
Sample RP:
It wass still early afternoon, but the sun had died long ago and the day was dark. Cold winter clutched at the land, freezing the small village with its icy grip. The dark rivers overflowed, lapping at the banks of frozen mud and a sharp wind tore across the valley, scattering the dead leaves. A blizzard was on its way, the heavy clouds could be seen rising over the mountaintops and the birds screamed as they head for the security of the nest.
The people in the village have already locked up the cattle, stock up firewood. Then they barricaded their doors and hid away inside their cold stone and wooden homes. The fields were empty except for a single person. A woman, walking slowly, strolling across the frozen ground. She was dressed finely, all in black. Her cloak billowed on the steel breeze and a few strands of silver hair danced over her pale face. Everything about her was elegant, from her clothes and hair to the very way she moved. She stoped by the river and looked down into the water. A reflection stared back at her, but it is not her own.
Luthien Suroko crouched down and gazes into the depths
of the river, her face drawn and her blue eyes devoid of emotion. Hollow. Then a flicker of pain stired in their depths and she stood up, screaming a name to the sky. There no one answered her call. Lost in despair centuries old, she sunk to the ground, to her knees, head bowed. Her shoulders shook and her control wavered, her elegant composition faltered. Two crystaline drops fell
to the ground, the tears no one must see. After a minute or so she straightened up and rinsed the streaks of
liquid from her face with the freezing water. Then, with a shuddering sigh, she turned and headed back towards the castle on the mountains. The swirling snow chased after her, the wind screamed, howling its rage and the earth shuddered at her footsteps. The condemmed are not meant to walk and the earth groaned beneath her hated feet.
Luthien ascended the stairs in her temporary castle, throwing her cloak and gloves to the floor. A large cat bounded towards her, trying to croon and caress away her despair. Luthien brushed her cat aside and headed to the west tower. The cat tried to follow but she turned and bared her teeth with a snarl. Kanshisha howled in rebuke but left his master to her thoughts. Luthien shut the door behind her and mounted the windowsill, pressing her head against the cold glass. She closed her eyes and remembered the first and last love of her life, dwelling on memories she cannot forget no matter how hard she tried.
(I hope this is okay)
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown, looks about 27
Race: Wolf Youkai
Side: Good/ Neutral
Time Period: Feudal Japan
Class: Wonderer
Powers:Hand to hand combat, she can do a little with her sword. Her best ability is the ability to shoor the four elements out of her palms. Most of the time she uses the fire element, giving her the alias Fuedal Fire. But in desperate situations, she uses the other three as well water, earth, and air.
Abilities/Techniques:Hand to hand combat, she can do a little with her sword. Her best ability is the ability to shoor the four elements out of her palms. Most of the time she uses the fire element, giving her the alias Fuedal Fire. But in desperate situations, she uses the other three as well water, earth, and air.
Default Abilities:good hearing and sense of smell, amazing eyesight
Weakness: Her biggest weakness is Naraku. When Luthien was younger and still fending for herself, she had an incounter with Naraku, who took her in for a period of time, and soon, they fell in love. But as Luthien learned more about Naraku, they broke it off, so still in love with each other. Now, to this day, Luthien cannot bring herself to harm Naraku in any way.
Weapon: Long sword called Seidai
************
Family: Part of a tribe but no real family
Animal Companion: Her Wolves and her long tail cat Kanshisha
Relationship Status: Friends with Kouga and had a past life with Naraku.
************
Description
Physical: Luthien's physical traits consist of long silvery white hair that falls to her waist but is ofter pulled back out of her face in a blackribbon to reveal her pointed ears. Her face is pale but none the less lovely, shaped by a strong jaw line, high cheek bones, and bright blue eyes framed by a strange looking cursive E design and two red marks on her cheeks. She stands about five foot, seven inches and weighs approximatly 124 lbs. She is often, when seen, wearing a long black and red kimono.
Emotional:Emotionless basically. She never smiles, she never cries, and usually never gets angry. She tries to convince herself that she no longer feels love and tells everyone she has no heart
Background: Luthien has no real home, even though she sometimes roams with Kouga and his tribe. When she was a child, her parents were killed and she mostly fended for herself, soon finding her long tail cat, Kanshisha. She mostly travels alone and never uses her powers unless necessary.
But the story no one knows is the story of her and Naraku, as stated above. Her supposidly non existing heart still lies with Naraku as she searches to find him to protect the jewel shards, or maybe for another reason. Perhaps she going against her own motto "Never dwell on memories you long to forget"
Sample RP:
It wass still early afternoon, but the sun had died long ago and the day was dark. Cold winter clutched at the land, freezing the small village with its icy grip. The dark rivers overflowed, lapping at the banks of frozen mud and a sharp wind tore across the valley, scattering the dead leaves. A blizzard was on its way, the heavy clouds could be seen rising over the mountaintops and the birds screamed as they head for the security of the nest.
The people in the village have already locked up the cattle, stock up firewood. Then they barricaded their doors and hid away inside their cold stone and wooden homes. The fields were empty except for a single person. A woman, walking slowly, strolling across the frozen ground. She was dressed finely, all in black. Her cloak billowed on the steel breeze and a few strands of silver hair danced over her pale face. Everything about her was elegant, from her clothes and hair to the very way she moved. She stoped by the river and looked down into the water. A reflection stared back at her, but it is not her own.
Luthien Suroko crouched down and gazes into the depths
of the river, her face drawn and her blue eyes devoid of emotion. Hollow. Then a flicker of pain stired in their depths and she stood up, screaming a name to the sky. There no one answered her call. Lost in despair centuries old, she sunk to the ground, to her knees, head bowed. Her shoulders shook and her control wavered, her elegant composition faltered. Two crystaline drops fell
to the ground, the tears no one must see. After a minute or so she straightened up and rinsed the streaks of
liquid from her face with the freezing water. Then, with a shuddering sigh, she turned and headed back towards the castle on the mountains. The swirling snow chased after her, the wind screamed, howling its rage and the earth shuddered at her footsteps. The condemmed are not meant to walk and the earth groaned beneath her hated feet.
Luthien ascended the stairs in her temporary castle, throwing her cloak and gloves to the floor. A large cat bounded towards her, trying to croon and caress away her despair. Luthien brushed her cat aside and headed to the west tower. The cat tried to follow but she turned and bared her teeth with a snarl. Kanshisha howled in rebuke but left his master to her thoughts. Luthien shut the door behind her and mounted the windowsill, pressing her head against the cold glass. She closed her eyes and remembered the first and last love of her life, dwelling on memories she cannot forget no matter how hard she tried.
(I hope this is okay)
