Post by isidora on Jul 17, 2011 9:43:33 GMT -8
i can hear the slumber of the thousand dead
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/anlDy.png);background-attachment:fixed;] Isidora Denikin ♫ if i had a wish for every mistake there would be nothing left to take ♪ OoC Name Daci Breed Snow Leopard Rank/Occupation Entertainer/Spy Tribe Civilization Gender Female Age Three ♫ your smile, my love could shake the tree leaves bare ♪ Fur Color creamy-white, soft brown in some places, with gray or black spots. Eye Color amber Scars/Deformities small nick in her right ear Appearance Isidora is a mid-sized snow-leopard, not large at all. Her coat is creamy and dirty white in many places, with blackish and grayish spots dotting it all over. This makes her an expert of stealth in snow-landscapes and in crowds where she isn't the center of attention. But not so much in other landscapes, where her pelt would stand out starkly. Her amber eyes are pretty and deep, but unremarkable. All in all, she's a plain snow leopard who could easily be mistaken for someone of little consequence. Her voice is usually quiet, but becomes loud and insistent when she's angry. There's a nick in her right ear. ♫ and only in the center can we begin to repair ♪ Preferences Likes:: dancing, snow, equality Dislikes:: royalty, slavery, jaguars Strengths stealth, intel, geography Weaknesses Strength, Power, Mouth, thought-through plans, vengeance-seeker Personality Isidora is like that person you ask for directions when your lost. She knows the layout of wherever she chooses to make her home like the back of her paw. The only problem is that while your asking her directions, it's a good chance you've just been pickpocketed. She has a smooth tongue and a charming look to her. Why not trust her? She also hates jaguars, mostly because a jaguar assassin killed her family. If she sees someone being treated unfairly in a way that reminds her of her past, she'll most likely stick up for them... in a very loud and upfront way. This can get her in trouble and she's often seen running around for her life. Other than that, she loves to dance. She'll dance for a meal when she's on hard times. Isidora will also kill. She's not above it, but she won't do it willy-nilly either. If she sees no other option than to kill you, she will try. This is the only thing she's particular about, as usually her plans aren't very thought-through and she can find herself quickly coming to dead ends. If she can't get revenge on you by killing you, chances are you'll find yourself subject to a few nasty practical jokes. ♫ can we dream of the pyre of the bodies consumed there ♪ Family Katherine(mother):: deceased Gregor(father):: deceased Dimitri(brother):: deceased Irina(sister):: 1 year and 5 months old Regrets Not being able to provide for Irina enough. Secret Ambitions Killing royalty and getting a better life for Irina. History Although mostly unaware of the fact, Isidora is an Archduchess. She was born into a royal family, her father being Archduke Gregor and her mother was named Katherine. She was born the only child to them both, and raised in relative comfort. She wasn't yet old enough to understand the complexity of her position or standing. All around her, Isidora saw pretty jewels and artwork and servents- but to her those were just more playthings! She liked to play. One day, when her mother's tummy was getting rounder with the promise of more playmates, Gregor suddenly came in hurriedly, urging his family out the door. Behind him were figures with glowing eyes who Isidora couldn't fully make out. On Gregor's orders, Katherine clambered through a window onto the terrace, disappearing into the night. But Isidora stopped. "What's happening, daddy? Can I help?" "Go, child!" Her father snarled the order, making her flinch. In his last act as her father, he picked her up by the scruff of her neck and tossed her clear of the doorway, out into the snow. It was dark outside. Isidora slid over the icy platform until she hung over a drop. She squealed in fright as her claws began to slip. But then Isidora was hanging in free air as there was a tug on her neck scruff once again. Her mother toted her to the other side, where the drop lead to a dark alleyway. Katherine leapt down heavily, having just carried herself and Isidora, along with her her unborn child. Isidora heard distant snarls from their home and whimpered up at her mommy. Katherine looked around... but she really didn't know what to do next. She was a pampered, high-class snow leopard. Not a galavanting guard or something! Finally deciding, she urged Isidora through the alleyway until they came to a relatively peaceful place, before collapsing. Isidora finally spoke. "Mommy! What's happening? Where's daddy? I want to go home!" She didn't like this game. It was scary. Katherine looked up at her daughter. "You can't go back home," She said icily, "You'll never see your father again, Isidora." Before Isidora could say anything else, Katherine went into labor. It was horrible! Isidora didn't know what to do. Her mommy was in pain and bleeding a lot and she just didn't understand... didn't understand... Finally the children were born, but they were tiny. Isidora sniffed at them when her mother made no move towards them. "Can I play with them, Mommy?" Katherine didn't answer. Isidora looked at her mother with round eyes. "Mommy? Who are they?" Katherine's last words to her daughter were "You're on your own now, Isidora. Take care..." Isidora, hearing the cardinal goodbye from her mother, automatically replied, "Take care, mommy. Come back soon." Katherine sighed her last and was still. Isidora sat there for awhile, not sure of what to do, before looking down at the babies. One of them didn't move while the other squirmed feebly. Then it came suddenly, the choking realization that her mother had just died. Of course Isidora was old enough to know what death was. She just clung to childhood and her sheltered life like a newborn kitten to her mother's milk. Of course Isidora was old enough to understand, just a little bit, that those glowing eyes before had something to do with her predicament. Sobbing, she decided to name the squirming cub Irina. The little one she named Demitri before she realized he was dead too. The fact that he had a name made it worse. Isidora didn't really know what to do with Irina though. She couldn't give milk! The baby was hungry! In the end, Isidora tucked up Irina next to her mother's tummy, hoping the dead body would shield the cub from the cold and prying eyes. She buried Demitri in the snow. Then Isidora ran off, looking for anyone who could help her. But in the dead of night, who? Who would be able to help her? How would she know if they wouldn't just kill her? She began running through the alleyways blindly, until she ran into someone quite literally. It was a male cougar. Isidora fell backwards and looked up at him with big eyes. "'M sorry... can you..." She squeaked before he looked down at her and growled in her face, breathing hot air. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now, snow leopard." Isidora couldn't think of a reason. But she did offer "M-my sister... can you help me? Mommy's gone..." The cougar snorted in amusement, before a light came on in his eyes. "OH! I have an idea! Bring me this sister of yours!" Isidora did as she was told, hoping the cougar would help her. Maybe, just maybe... "That pathetic thing will die if it doesn't eat soon." He observed coldly. Isidora began to panic. But before she said anything he continued. "Meh, follow me." He picked up Irina and carried her off to a small hut tucked away deep in the alleys. Isidora found out that he had a wife who had just recently had a cub herself, and was nursing her. They told Isidora that they would feed Irina... for a price. Isidora sold herself into an uneasy "apprenticeship" of the cougar, who she later found out was a thief and pickpocket. He taught her the ways of moving silently through the alley... in return she had to present to him anything she managed to acquire in her "business." She usually had to steal from the less-savory types like minor noblemen or merchants- who were usually accustomed to such things and were on the lookout for characters such as herself. The Cougar's name was Jig, it seems. Jig was not a kind master. He would constantly beat Isidora or threaten Irina... but he was a food source, and he even taught Irina how to defend herself, more or less. He told her that someday she might have to "slit a throat" to get what she wanted. Isidora wanted more. So much more... She would watch the dancers in the marketplace in her free time or when she would try and shirk work... They were so beautiful! She practiced and moved like them until she got it right one day... Maybe she could be a dancer! So one day, she went out into the market and danced herself. She got little response except for a coin or two from a passing traveler, who wasn't a local... but it was enough. SHE COULD DO IT! Deciding, that night she urged the young Irina, who could go without milk now, even if uneasily, to run away with her. They did so and almost got killed for it. Jig came after her, but she managed to disappear into the crowd before he could catch them... the only thing he managed to do to her was claw her ear! She danced for awhile and practiced and practiced, trying to keep Irina a secret so no one would hurt her. She was an unofficial dancer but she still made money. Even in her downtimes she could still pickpocket... Then came the day when she looked out from her small makeshift home in one of the alleys to see glowing eyes. The memory brought fear to her instantly. "I've been looking for you..." the voice snarled. He crawled slowly towards Isidora, looking amused as she puffed up her fur. She wouldn't let him hurt Irina! Irina was just getting old enough to play with... These were the eyes that had killed her family... Anger suddenly surged through Isidora as the eyes pounced at her. She sidestepped and he landed off balance. The skills she had learned from stealing and dancing gave her a swiftness that he didn't possess... and now Isidora could see that the eyes were a jaguar. He was spotted like her, but bigger and not white. The eyes snapped to look at her. "Gonna fight me, eh? Just like that cougar family I met awhile back... poor things. Even the cub, all dead... It's your fault you know." He hissed as he batted her with his paw. Isidora stumbled sideways. That had hurt... and an enormous guilt overwhelmed her. She didn't like Jig, but his cub she had no qualms with! More anger at this jaguar filled her body. He lunged to bite at her, but she crouched and let him land on the other side of her... where there was ice! Stupid jaguars weren't fit for ice! He slid on it uncertainly, and while he was off balance Isidora saw her chance. She raced up to his side and bit down on his neck as hard as she could. He died on the ice, where Isidora and Irina left him. Now Isidora and Irina sort of travel a lot, doing odd jobs... whether it's stealing, dancing or the odd killing. Isidora doesn't really care. She just wants Irina to be safe. Later she heard stories of how the royalty lived in luxury and hated them for it. How could they live happy lives while she lived in poverty with her young sister? It was disgusting. ♫ it's a wind-torn world we live with the leaves of shattered glass and the sky with burnished blood and all the promises here are made to be broken ♪ |
i only wish they could dance the way you live
