Post by Tsinga Kyoshi on May 15, 2015 20:29:14 GMT -4
Tsinga Asami Kyoshi
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Age/Date of birth: Age 21
Nickname(s)/Name Pronounciation: Tsing (sing)
Race: Nymph
Power/Leading Power: Geokinesis
Distinct Markings: Leaf green spots under eyes(Tatoos)
Occupation: A simple Nomad
Parents: Myraid/Mother/Deceased Tenzien/Father/Deceased
Siblings: Tanarin/Twin sister/lost
Family: Iroh/Uncle
Appearance: Tsinga has light bronze skin that darkens around her joints. In the sun her skin glows radiantly golden brown, whilst in the silver moon light is a dark shadow. Her hair is a curled, bouncy, lush, deep brown streaked with jade green and intracatly woven with wild green and white ivy. Her eyes have no whites and are a warm amber flecked with jade green. Her exotic almond shaped eyes are lined with thick, long, brown lashes. Tsinga wears no shoes, leaving her dark, dirty toes free to feel the earth. She usually wears a light, white, soft, thick-woven tunic. The fabric is fastened tightly under her arms, having no sleeves to cover her smooth shoulders. The hem of the linen-like fabric reaches roughly around her knees. A rope textured green vine is tied around the middle of the garment. Tsinga always carries with her a wooden flute, which is usually tucked neatly behind her ear. She carries a tan hemp medicine pouch full of healing herbs around her neck. She also wears a golden armband that is encrusted with emeralds and opals.
Personality: Tsinga is a happy, cheerful, bubbly nymph. She loves and takes care of the nature and the earth she stands on. She protects her forest home with every fiber of her being. Every bit and piece if her soul, mind, spirit. Everything she harms goes to protecting, guarding, keeping. She can be supremely suspicious when she meets another creature. But after getting to know it and seeing what it's really like, all past judgements fade away, replaced by the stark new ones. This process can go either way, whether it be from bad to good or vice versa. Tsinga loves music, and the arts. It's like She's in a perpetual song. She sings to vent her emotions, letting the world know her emotions and raw feelings. When she's not singing, she's humming or whistling. And when she's not doing that, she is swaying to a song that's in her head. She sways back and forth, rocking, swaying. When her melodic, rich voice needs a rest she uses her flute. She plays her flute until the wood warps. Some people see her and immediately judge her, they label her: Ditzy, silly, goofy, naive. But past all the bubbly cheerfulness is a dark side. Everything has one. Tsinga is no different. She hated her mother more than she has hated anyone before. She can be moody, dark, depressed, and over-emotional. Like nature, she can-and will-create. Like nature she can-and will-destroy.
History: From the very beginning, Tsinga was a daddy's girl. She loved her father more than anything in the world. Her mother always wanted and strived to beat her into shape make her the best. Mither always liked Tamarin better, Tsinga dudnt mind all that much. Her father however was completely and utterly different. He only wanted what was best for his perfect daughters. He knew they would make mistakes, he loved them for it. He encouraged them to do their best and follow their hearts. Tsinga did. Tamarin, however, obeyed thier mothers dominant brutality. Tsinga's relationship with her fraternal twin sister Tamarin was never the best. They both knew it. They fought and fought, like cats and dogs, tooth and nail. yet they both knew that deep (deep, deep, deep, deep, deep) inside they loved each other. When their father died (was murdered/destroyed by a human) their harshest, most raw sides emerged. Tamarin became angry and fierce, bloodlust filling her vision, eventually causing her to become insane. Her dear sister ran away after viciously murdering her mentor, their mother. Tsinga however fell into the deepest, darkest, fathomless depths of depression. she wallowed through self pity, sekf loathing. but at last she broke through the shadowy barrier when she realized it wasnt about her. After Tamarins...abomination, Tsinga was left to pick up the pieces, though there really weren't many after two died and one disappeared forever. She then stayed with her old uncle Iroh for a while. The two grew incredibly close and had a strong connection. Eventually she moved away from her wise old uncle to seek her own path, leaving his tea and checkers hut. After leaving the warm safety of her uncles home she was almost immeduately attacked by savage humans. The very same that had killed her father. Whilst defending herself she uncovered her power. The power of Geokenisis. At first she was afraid of it, aftaid of what she would become. But then she kearned to controll it, to meld it to her soul. After escaping the grasps of the Humans she trekked even farther in pursuit of peace and happiness. Wgen she at last reached her destination she trained herself to use her power for her own benifit, and the benefit of others. Even with peace currently surrounding her, she can feel, in her bones, that the hate if the war, the pull of the Rift would find her, and pull her in. Peace never lasts forever.
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OOC Name: Just Tsing/Sing
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Age/Date of birth: Age 21
Nickname(s)/Name Pronounciation: Tsing (sing)
Race: Nymph
Power/Leading Power: Geokinesis
Distinct Markings: Leaf green spots under eyes(Tatoos)
Occupation: A simple Nomad
Parents: Myraid/Mother/Deceased Tenzien/Father/Deceased
Siblings: Tanarin/Twin sister/lost
Family: Iroh/Uncle
Appearance: Tsinga has light bronze skin that darkens around her joints. In the sun her skin glows radiantly golden brown, whilst in the silver moon light is a dark shadow. Her hair is a curled, bouncy, lush, deep brown streaked with jade green and intracatly woven with wild green and white ivy. Her eyes have no whites and are a warm amber flecked with jade green. Her exotic almond shaped eyes are lined with thick, long, brown lashes. Tsinga wears no shoes, leaving her dark, dirty toes free to feel the earth. She usually wears a light, white, soft, thick-woven tunic. The fabric is fastened tightly under her arms, having no sleeves to cover her smooth shoulders. The hem of the linen-like fabric reaches roughly around her knees. A rope textured green vine is tied around the middle of the garment. Tsinga always carries with her a wooden flute, which is usually tucked neatly behind her ear. She carries a tan hemp medicine pouch full of healing herbs around her neck. She also wears a golden armband that is encrusted with emeralds and opals.
Personality: Tsinga is a happy, cheerful, bubbly nymph. She loves and takes care of the nature and the earth she stands on. She protects her forest home with every fiber of her being. Every bit and piece if her soul, mind, spirit. Everything she harms goes to protecting, guarding, keeping. She can be supremely suspicious when she meets another creature. But after getting to know it and seeing what it's really like, all past judgements fade away, replaced by the stark new ones. This process can go either way, whether it be from bad to good or vice versa. Tsinga loves music, and the arts. It's like She's in a perpetual song. She sings to vent her emotions, letting the world know her emotions and raw feelings. When she's not singing, she's humming or whistling. And when she's not doing that, she is swaying to a song that's in her head. She sways back and forth, rocking, swaying. When her melodic, rich voice needs a rest she uses her flute. She plays her flute until the wood warps. Some people see her and immediately judge her, they label her: Ditzy, silly, goofy, naive. But past all the bubbly cheerfulness is a dark side. Everything has one. Tsinga is no different. She hated her mother more than she has hated anyone before. She can be moody, dark, depressed, and over-emotional. Like nature, she can-and will-create. Like nature she can-and will-destroy.
History: From the very beginning, Tsinga was a daddy's girl. She loved her father more than anything in the world. Her mother always wanted and strived to beat her into shape make her the best. Mither always liked Tamarin better, Tsinga dudnt mind all that much. Her father however was completely and utterly different. He only wanted what was best for his perfect daughters. He knew they would make mistakes, he loved them for it. He encouraged them to do their best and follow their hearts. Tsinga did. Tamarin, however, obeyed thier mothers dominant brutality. Tsinga's relationship with her fraternal twin sister Tamarin was never the best. They both knew it. They fought and fought, like cats and dogs, tooth and nail. yet they both knew that deep (deep, deep, deep, deep, deep) inside they loved each other. When their father died (was murdered/destroyed by a human) their harshest, most raw sides emerged. Tamarin became angry and fierce, bloodlust filling her vision, eventually causing her to become insane. Her dear sister ran away after viciously murdering her mentor, their mother. Tsinga however fell into the deepest, darkest, fathomless depths of depression. she wallowed through self pity, sekf loathing. but at last she broke through the shadowy barrier when she realized it wasnt about her. After Tamarins...abomination, Tsinga was left to pick up the pieces, though there really weren't many after two died and one disappeared forever. She then stayed with her old uncle Iroh for a while. The two grew incredibly close and had a strong connection. Eventually she moved away from her wise old uncle to seek her own path, leaving his tea and checkers hut. After leaving the warm safety of her uncles home she was almost immeduately attacked by savage humans. The very same that had killed her father. Whilst defending herself she uncovered her power. The power of Geokenisis. At first she was afraid of it, aftaid of what she would become. But then she kearned to controll it, to meld it to her soul. After escaping the grasps of the Humans she trekked even farther in pursuit of peace and happiness. Wgen she at last reached her destination she trained herself to use her power for her own benifit, and the benefit of others. Even with peace currently surrounding her, she can feel, in her bones, that the hate if the war, the pull of the Rift would find her, and pull her in. Peace never lasts forever.
Traits:
- Tugging on hair when nervous
- Swaying when sidetracked
- Biting her lip when embarrassed or excited
Likes:
- Weaving ivy crowns
- Climbing trees
- re-create landscapes with Geokenesis
Dislikes:
- Off-tune singing
- When others judge others by their looks/gender
- Hurts the forest/nature/earth
Hobbies:
- Singing
- Playing the flute
- Making things-weapons/statues/sculptures-
OOC Name: Just Tsing/Sing
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