Post by X-Larain on Mar 22, 2009 18:27:50 GMT -5
X-Larain Zaltana
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[¤--Name :: X-Larain
[¤--Pronunciation :: (Ex-Lll-Ahh-Rain Zzz-Al-Tan-Ahh)
[¤--Age :: 18
[¤--Gender :: Female
[¤--Height :: 5'10"
[¤--Wheight :: 145 lbs
[¤--Picture ::
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[¤--Name :: X-Larain
[¤--Pronunciation :: (Ex-Lll-Ahh-Rain Zzz-Al-Tan-Ahh)
[¤--Age :: 18
[¤--Gender :: Female
[¤--Height :: 5'10"
[¤--Wheight :: 145 lbs
[¤--Picture ::
[¤--Description ::
X-Larain has short, above the shoulder length hair. Its a dark blue, almost black. The ends are wispy and she has side bangs that go to the right. Her eyes are a dark red-brown color, outlined with dark, thick eyelashes. Her skin is naturally very pale, in complete contrast with her hair and eyes. She's spent basically her whole life in the sun, though her skin never darkens nor burns. Well, burn too bad anyway. She's not super skinny, but she's not that thick either. Her height is a bit of a turn away for most guiys, but she doesn't mind since she doesn't like them anyway, most are jerks. She's tall and slender, though won't really show it. She refuses to were andthing that will show her back, or anything that will show past her knees. Personal decision.
She has a dark green longbow with her when she travels, along with two dark green-brown cloaks and two daggers. (daggers located at waist and boot. Long bow located iether slung on her back, in her hands, or with the tack.) She prefers dark clothing, generally wearing black pants, a dark grey shirt, and if theres an under shirt, it's a light grey-white.
[¤--Personality ::
X-Larain never really fir in where she lived. She's tempermental and grouchy, often causing people to shy away from her. Either do things right when you're around her, or don't do them at all. She's very independent and not very socialable. Also, she's slightly dramatic. (Ex; If she were traveling and you jumped out at her and scare her [when she's not being focussed and aware], her first reaction will be to scream, and twirl around to face you, pulling out her dagger at the same time. But if she's not traveling and you scare her, she'll scream almost, jump forwards and usually manages to trip herself and fall.) Though, on the travel she's generally alert and aware for danger, as is her horse, trained to warn her of anything.
It is quite rare that you will see her give a real smile (aside from when she's with animals) or laugh. Only those close to her normally will. Her voice is incredibly soft and femine, but with an edge. Her face is also quite pretty, though is usually unnoticable at first glance because of how her features are generally set; grouchy, angry, every now and then sad or in pain, but normally just angry, causing most to see her as rather plain. And the first words of her are usually sarcasm-laced and her uncontrollable temper give most people the warning; Go away. She's extremely sarcastic.
It's kind of hard to gain her trust or respect and such, which are some things that will make her want to actually talk to you. She practices Wicca, or as some call it, witchcraft, though it's not. It's a religious thing that she feels very deeply, and is a religion more to help others, which surprises most that find out that she does it.
[¤--History ::
X-Larain came from a small 'village' up North, or as generally called, a secretive native reservation. Her home was set a ways up the mountain, between the edge and center of a forest. She went to a school about an hour away from her home, walking there with the other village children, which eventually, along with her, grew into teenagers and young adults. All of whom she never really got along with. Of course.
Her family wasn't really poor, nor rich. With the other families living around them, they grew their own livestock and vegetables. She's always had a soft spot for gardens and flowers, especially roses. Everyone there was happy, except for her. They all gave and took equally, loving on another. But she always gave, taking nothing back usually. She finds it hard to take compliments or kind words, though she's heard them all her life. Part of it was that she never did belong there, seeing as she was adopted. Her adoptive mother couldn't bear children and so adopted X-Larain, giving her the family name as well; Zaltana..
When she was twelve, wranglers had comee to the area, hearing of good horses. And there were, they lived just outside of the reservation, roaming peacefully and quite happily. They were never bothered by X-Larain and the other villages living around them, and the thought of people taking the horses and seperating them shocked her to the core. How could people do that? Would they want to be seperated forever from their wives and children?
There was one mare though, lost from it's herd in panic. Her father graciacly took it in. As it turned out, it was pregnent, and when it gave birth, she died. The family spent a full week digging a whole for her burial. X-Larain took the responcability of caring for the foal herself. Which pleased her father so much that he found her a husband for when she was older. Disgusted, she left (at age fifteen now) with her horse Ryley. She decided that she would dedicate her life to helping horses that wranglers captured; they had no right to do so.
For the past three years, X-Larain has been setting horses free. She has killed three men, of which she feels no sorrow for. She would sneek into camps at night and release the horses, only now an then being hit by something thrown at her. She bruised easily which made it seem a lot worse than it actually was when she went into towns. The horses escape, and runs free, and she carries on. Only once though was she captured, literally. She was held there for quite some time, though she knows not how long. (If you read the RP's she's in, it will explain.) She managed to live through the ordeal, losing the one friends she's actually had. Though she could barely remember his name. Her mind seems to block it out, like the rest of it. Though most of it has returned to her. Except his name.
She will go to towns for more food and money, and a clean up of her appearance. She'll get a quick job, save the money and leave again. She's got money saved up from her parents giving and from the odd jobs. She normally only spends when she must. Though, now that she lives on a ranch(Forgotten Winds Ranch) she spends money more often, almost like a normal life.
She longs to return to her home in the mountains, though she knows they're all better off without her. She likes the outside world, forests and mountains. She's tall, thin, fast and pretty. But grumpy, extremely clumsy, and distant twoards guys especialy since her past holds pain when it comes to them. The past three years of her life has been hard, but she takes it day-by-day, not knowing what will happen next.
X-Larain has short, above the shoulder length hair. Its a dark blue, almost black. The ends are wispy and she has side bangs that go to the right. Her eyes are a dark red-brown color, outlined with dark, thick eyelashes. Her skin is naturally very pale, in complete contrast with her hair and eyes. She's spent basically her whole life in the sun, though her skin never darkens nor burns. Well, burn too bad anyway. She's not super skinny, but she's not that thick either. Her height is a bit of a turn away for most guiys, but she doesn't mind since she doesn't like them anyway, most are jerks. She's tall and slender, though won't really show it. She refuses to were andthing that will show her back, or anything that will show past her knees. Personal decision.
She has a dark green longbow with her when she travels, along with two dark green-brown cloaks and two daggers. (daggers located at waist and boot. Long bow located iether slung on her back, in her hands, or with the tack.) She prefers dark clothing, generally wearing black pants, a dark grey shirt, and if theres an under shirt, it's a light grey-white.
[¤--Personality ::
X-Larain never really fir in where she lived. She's tempermental and grouchy, often causing people to shy away from her. Either do things right when you're around her, or don't do them at all. She's very independent and not very socialable. Also, she's slightly dramatic. (Ex; If she were traveling and you jumped out at her and scare her [when she's not being focussed and aware], her first reaction will be to scream, and twirl around to face you, pulling out her dagger at the same time. But if she's not traveling and you scare her, she'll scream almost, jump forwards and usually manages to trip herself and fall.) Though, on the travel she's generally alert and aware for danger, as is her horse, trained to warn her of anything.
It is quite rare that you will see her give a real smile (aside from when she's with animals) or laugh. Only those close to her normally will. Her voice is incredibly soft and femine, but with an edge. Her face is also quite pretty, though is usually unnoticable at first glance because of how her features are generally set; grouchy, angry, every now and then sad or in pain, but normally just angry, causing most to see her as rather plain. And the first words of her are usually sarcasm-laced and her uncontrollable temper give most people the warning; Go away. She's extremely sarcastic.
It's kind of hard to gain her trust or respect and such, which are some things that will make her want to actually talk to you. She practices Wicca, or as some call it, witchcraft, though it's not. It's a religious thing that she feels very deeply, and is a religion more to help others, which surprises most that find out that she does it.
[¤--History ::
X-Larain came from a small 'village' up North, or as generally called, a secretive native reservation. Her home was set a ways up the mountain, between the edge and center of a forest. She went to a school about an hour away from her home, walking there with the other village children, which eventually, along with her, grew into teenagers and young adults. All of whom she never really got along with. Of course.
Her family wasn't really poor, nor rich. With the other families living around them, they grew their own livestock and vegetables. She's always had a soft spot for gardens and flowers, especially roses. Everyone there was happy, except for her. They all gave and took equally, loving on another. But she always gave, taking nothing back usually. She finds it hard to take compliments or kind words, though she's heard them all her life. Part of it was that she never did belong there, seeing as she was adopted. Her adoptive mother couldn't bear children and so adopted X-Larain, giving her the family name as well; Zaltana..
When she was twelve, wranglers had comee to the area, hearing of good horses. And there were, they lived just outside of the reservation, roaming peacefully and quite happily. They were never bothered by X-Larain and the other villages living around them, and the thought of people taking the horses and seperating them shocked her to the core. How could people do that? Would they want to be seperated forever from their wives and children?
There was one mare though, lost from it's herd in panic. Her father graciacly took it in. As it turned out, it was pregnent, and when it gave birth, she died. The family spent a full week digging a whole for her burial. X-Larain took the responcability of caring for the foal herself. Which pleased her father so much that he found her a husband for when she was older. Disgusted, she left (at age fifteen now) with her horse Ryley. She decided that she would dedicate her life to helping horses that wranglers captured; they had no right to do so.
For the past three years, X-Larain has been setting horses free. She has killed three men, of which she feels no sorrow for. She would sneek into camps at night and release the horses, only now an then being hit by something thrown at her. She bruised easily which made it seem a lot worse than it actually was when she went into towns. The horses escape, and runs free, and she carries on. Only once though was she captured, literally. She was held there for quite some time, though she knows not how long. (If you read the RP's she's in, it will explain.) She managed to live through the ordeal, losing the one friends she's actually had. Though she could barely remember his name. Her mind seems to block it out, like the rest of it. Though most of it has returned to her. Except his name.
She will go to towns for more food and money, and a clean up of her appearance. She'll get a quick job, save the money and leave again. She's got money saved up from her parents giving and from the odd jobs. She normally only spends when she must. Though, now that she lives on a ranch(Forgotten Winds Ranch) she spends money more often, almost like a normal life.
She longs to return to her home in the mountains, though she knows they're all better off without her. She likes the outside world, forests and mountains. She's tall, thin, fast and pretty. But grumpy, extremely clumsy, and distant twoards guys especialy since her past holds pain when it comes to them. The past three years of her life has been hard, but she takes it day-by-day, not knowing what will happen next.
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