Post by SAVAII on Nov 14, 2011 19:47:42 GMT -5
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Full Name:
Savaii [Sah-vah-ee]Tenecto
Nickname:
Vaii [Vah-ee]
Age:
Twelve
Face Claim:
Amandla Stenberg
A LITTLE DEEPER,
Alliance:
Islander
Personality:
Curiosity killed the cat:
Savaii is one of those children who can‘t help but figure out what something is or look at something odd. She‘s just naturally curious, nothing bad about that. But sometimes this curiosity can get her into trouble with the elders if she talks out of place or asks to many questions. Her curiosity goes from an odd pebble to the strangeness of a new person, especially these people that have appeared on the beaches. So raggedy they look, yet Savaii just wants to get to know them and help them.
A Free Spirit:
Savaii is known as a free spirit in the tribe. She doesn‘t really have fear for anything except for weapons and such. But if she‘s dared to jump from a cliff into the waters below, you‘d better believe that she‘s going to do it. Nothing is to far for her to reach. She longs to be free like the birds that fly over her head when she hunts, free and no worries.
Passionate:
Savaii is a passionate person. Passionate about everything she believes and loves. When she speaks, she could move a crowd to do whatever it is she asks because of this passion. She has a true faith about these things, something that others can’t easily ignore from a little girl. She talks far beyond her years and has a wide range of knowledge about these things she’s passionate for. Animals, her family and the protection of her people.
Likes:
Animals, Dares, Swimming, Adventures, Flowers
Dislikes:
Weapons, Being restricted, Orders, Rats, Complainers
Strengths:
Charisma, Knowledge of the forest, Ability with bow and arrows, Swift runner, Agility
Weaknesses:
Following directions, Strength, Her curiosity, Patience, Cold
ON THE OUTSIDE,
[/size]Appearance:
What lies behind the eyes:
Savaii‘s eyes are a large almond shape. Thick, dark eye lashes rim her eyes as if they had mascara on them. Her eye color is a mahogany brown in weak light but a light and shining brown if caught in direct sunlight. Her lids are slightly lighter than her skin tone, a nice caramel color, which accents the flecks of gold in her eyes.
Built like a rabbit:
Savaii‘s build is that of a normal tribe girl, except she‘s a bit smaller than them. She‘s around 4‘ 10“ with a slight frame. Built mainly for hiding and sliding/running through the undergrowth. She uses her small body to her advantage as much as possible. She‘ll use it to hide under the ferns to observe the new people. She has long arms and legs made for climbing and running.
All Around:
Savaii‘s hair is black and thick, ending at the middle of her back. She normally leaves it down or puts it into two low braids tied with leather. She has a pure white seagull feather that she puts in her hair sometimes also. It‘s a feather from her mother, Ninyi, who died a few months ago. Savaii has both of her ears pierce, two bronze loops hang through them. The loops around half an in in diameter. Savaii has a large scar on her right forearm from a stray knife that was thrown a bit too off coarse and sliced her arm. It wasn‘t anything major, but deep enough to leave a six-inch scar on the upper part of her arm.
THE PAST,
History:
Savaii grew up just like anyone else. Both parents were hunters and she was expected to be the same. She had some friends that she loved to be around with: Hanae and Ikchi. Hanae was the more daring than Ikchi but not more than Savaii. Ikchi was one who liked to lay back and watch, contended with observing others. When Savaii was around seven years old she was struck with a knife. Amar, the man who threw the knife, was training and Savaii was careless and walked past the target he was trying to hit. Luckily it only struck her arm and not her chest, but you’d have thought she was going to die by the racket she made.
A few years after the knife accident her mother and father joined a hunting party that turned deadly. A panther had been stalking them since they left the village and as soon as they all turned their backs to focus on some meat, he lunged and killed Savaii’s mother along with others. Her father’s life was spared but had a broken leg and several wounds. Savaii was wrought with grief, not even wanting to leave her hut, but she had to care for her injured father. Her mother was given a ceremony of honor, since she was an excellent hunter. Savaii was the one to push her raft into the water, her father set it on fire. An honorable way for a tribe member to be put to rest. Since then, Savaii has been more free spirited than ever.
Family?:
Sufar: Father Mahlal: Mother
THE ROLEPLAYER,
Name: Seafeather
Age: Seventeen in Dec.
RP Experience: One year this most recent July
Other Characters: Leah Wright and Felix Ananai
How You Found Us: Advertised on Absolution
Sample:
Age: Seventeen in Dec.
RP Experience: One year this most recent July
Other Characters: Leah Wright and Felix Ananai
How You Found Us: Advertised on Absolution
Sample:
Mother was gone. The person who birthed me, gave me life and taught me to shoot with a bow and arrow. Gone. I stand at the edge of the sea. It‘s cool waves rippling onto the sand and breaking over my toes. I can‘t believe it, Father sits beside me crying into his hands. I haven‘t cried yet, I don‘t want to for the sake of my father. I can‘t cry while he‘s hurting, it‘ll only make it worse for him. I take my hand and set it on his head and pat him.
“It‘s alright, Father.” I try to comfort him. “Mother‘s spirit is free now.” I try to put on a smile for him, but it‘s a false one. A false smile with false hope. My own spirit is broken and crying for the blood of the panther who took Mother from us. Looking back out into the sea I clench my empty fist, a promise to myself to kill any panther that crosses my path. But then I think about what if the panther was a female and had cubs? If I killed her, those cubs would be all alone, just like me. I don‘t want to put anything through that, human or animal. The chief comes to tell us that we‘re needed for the ceremony. I help Father up, taking his hand and walking down the beach to Mother‘s raft. Her still body lying on the wood, a staff of fire next to it. This was a test. I must be strong. I must be strong.
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