Post by isis noche on Jul 17, 2011 20:30:53 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;] & & ISIS NOCHE;; ♫ if i had a wish for every mistake there would be nothing left to take ♪ OoC Name Flighty Breed Tiger Rank/Occupation Dancer/Entertainer Tribe Civilization Gender Female Age 4 Years ♫ your smile, my love could shake the tree leaves bare ♪ Fur Color Russet W/ Dark Stripes Eye Color Bright Green Scars/Deformities A few scrapes here and there. Appearance Tall and lithe, Isis is a beautiful tigress. Her pelt ripples over well-developed muscles, and each move makes the sun glitter on her fur. Her pelt is a rich, amber-red. When the sunlight catches it, it lights it up. The deep beauty of her red pelt is only matched by the black obsidian stripes that race through it. They are smoothly incorporated, and they can almost make one dizzy if one stares at them for too long. Isis has claws that are rich ivory, and whiskers to match. Her whiskers flutter outwards like feathers, and her claws are sharp and shiny. Her eyes are a deep green, with flecks of amber around the pupil. Her beautiful appearance gives nothing of her personality, though. Isis rarely gives anything away in her expression, and she always looks and fits the part of a beautiful dancer. ♫ and only in the center can we begin to repair ♪ Preferences Likes: Singing, Sunlight, Crowds Cheering, Performing, Solitude Dislikes: Bustling Around, Darkness, Sand Strengths Singing, Dancing, Hunting Weaknesses Fighting, Speech-Giving, Tracking Personality Isis is an amazing singer. She always sings when she dances, whether it be just under her breath, or loud enough for the crowds to hear her. She does not dance to be rich, nor to be the center of attention. Isis is a rather solitude creature, preferring to stay by herself. She only ever truly joins the crowds when she comes out to dance. She rarely speaks to those who gather to watch her, and she even more rarely ever chooses to address someone when not performing. Isis enjoys dancing for what it is- dancing. It lets her be herself, and she really appreciates this fact. She doesn't like being all hustle-and-bustle, because she likes being more carefree. When she dances and sings, her cares do not exist. She can be free as the wind, join the wind when she dances. She's true to herself and to her friends, though she rarely makes friends. It's just something different about her... ♫ can we dream of the pyre of the bodies consumed there ♪ Family Mother - Viuda Noche Father - Culata Noche Regrets Sometimes she regrets not having any real friends. Secret Ambitions None, really, unless you count wanting to be the greatest dancer she can be. History She was born into a poor family. Her parents were always scrabbling for food, getting into fights. As a young tiger, in her first months of life, Isis always loved to watch the dancers on the streets. They made her happy, and helped her forget her troubled family. She tried out dancing for herself once, and soon fell in love with the way it made her feel. This quickly grew into letting out her inside emotions and singing while she danced. It helped her keep a rhythm, and keep her mind on the task. She never has to think about moving her paws, but rather focuses on the feeling. If she's happier then normal, her dancing is more joyous. As she grew older, her dancing grew better. She fell down a few times at first, but continued trying. Soon, she was an extremely talented dancer. It was much more natural talent then learned, though. She'd left home to follow her own path, but after a few years, she returned to see how her parents were doing. Isis was startled when she found a new family living where she used to. Upon asking, she was able to determine that her parents had been killed when they tried to steal from the royal family. She was heartbroken for a week or so, and it certainly showed in her dancing. But, dancing was her passion, and soon it helped her overcome the grief and begin to dance. She never could fight as well for herself, or even hunt too well, but she fared great on her dancing and gets by. ♫ 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
