AppearanceRace: Myrian
Gender: Female
Age: 37 summers
Birthday: 55th of Summer, 479
Birthplace: I was born in within the city Taloba.
LanguageFluent Language: Myrian
Basic Language: Common
Poor Language: ---
Looks:I am empowered and strong.
My body stands tall, like the jungles trees and our city of Taloba. If numbers are asked around 6' would be the best judgment. Not quite as tall as my mother but taller than my oldest sister. I am strong and fit, ready to attack at any given moment. Much is the life of a Myrian, especially that of the Blooded Fang.
My skin is thick and worn, colored to match the mud deep bellow the dead leaves. My feet and hands have grown rough with hard work and the torment the jungle unleashes on all its children.
To help tear into the meat I feast upon, the two teeth next to my front two, on both sides, have been sharpened to a point. Matching the beasts who's teeth cut deep.
My black hair grows long and thick, twisted to match the vines that surround my home. The longest of my own vines reaching my waist. Usually I wear it loose with bones and beads tied in, an omen to show power and ensnare fear in the lesser. In times of work or motion it is pulled up. I adorn headpieces on occasions but they are not typically functional, more for ceremony for special events.
Adorning my skin are a number of tattoos and body modifications. From my wrists to my shoulders to my chest.
I have fairly large
holes in my ears, I may be seen wearing large handmade bone rings but during working hours or active hours, simple large disks will be in place.
My chest houses lines that seem to split my chest in almost equal parts. The line down the middle from the bottom of my chin to my bosom, represents me. The lines that cross from shoulder to shoulder, each represent the people, the places, and the creatures I may all face and cross paths with. A reminder to stay centered even through diversity.
Both arms are covered in patterns related to the culture of my people.
My left arm represents my people, on my upper arm is the word "to be fierce" and bellow are a series of lines that represent my clan and family. These lines lead down into a band of skulls with sharp teeth with represent my ancestors. The word "divine" in my language sits on the outside of my arm.
My right arm houses the shapes of my environment and how they all weave together. I have shapes that look like the hooks of my first kill, a threshal. I also have waves and fin looking patterns to represent my coming of age kill, a Karkula Whiptail.
From living in the jungle and on the coast alone for so long, ten years, I am also
covered in many scars from the wild. The most notable scar I carry, comes from my Karkula Whiptail kill. In our battle, I sustained few injury's that could have killed me, the worst being a bite on my left calf. Leaving the calf disfigured and discolored. I can still be active but there are limitations on how long I can do things before I need a break.