Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2003 21:12:47 GMT -5
((Ok, most of my RPs have died or are dying, so I've started this one in hopes that it will at least be lively for a little bit. Here's my charry profile.
Name: Aqaima <Ah-kih-ma>
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Species: Human/Gryphon Hybrid
Description: Aqaima looks like a normal human, except for the huge black-and-white feathered gryphon wings, and golden eyes that have the amazing long-range sight of a gryphon. Her hair is long, straight and black. She's tall and thin, with pale skin. She usually wears dark clothes, mostly just a plain long sleeved shirt and long pants.
Past: Aqaima was born from a gryphon egg, of a gryphon mother. No one really knows how she got to be human, but most guess that it was the work of the faerie that was hovering about unseen when the eggs were just laid. Aqaima lived with her gryphon family until just recently, because she has been called out into the world for greater workings. She found a man who was willing to take her in and teach her magic, and she proved to have quite a strong magical gift, most likely because of her gryphon heritage.))
Aqaima sat near the old man's bed, waiting, watching as the candle flame died. Suddenly, the old man spoke, his voice raspy, his face pale, his eyes misty. 'Child,' he said. 'Yes, my master?' said Aqaima, holding back the tears for the dying man who had cared for her when she was shunned, and had taught her magic. 'My daughter, take... take the jewel. I will have no need for it any longer,' he said. With that, he reached a shaking hand into his tunic, and pulled off of his neck the long leather cord from which hung a medium sized, opaque aqua colored jewel. Aqaima gasped, 'The jewel? But... the power...' The old man silenced her, 'Take it. Now that I am dying, it must go to a new owner, one who has magic power as strong as mine. You are that owner, my daughter. Take the jewel, and use it to vanquish... him.' Aqaima gasped again, 'Him? You want me to go after Zebedar?' 'Yes. He must be stopped, and you are the only one who can do it,' the old man said. Then, he sighed deeply, drew a last long breath, and said in a soft whisper, 'Good bye, my daughter. I will help you in your quest.' And with that, he was gone. Aqaima sobbed, and pressed his cold hand to hers. She wrapped herself with her wings, and sat like that, beside his body, for quite some time. Then, when she was sure that his spirit had gone, she buried the body, and set off, toward the far-off mountains, to do what he had asked of her. To vanquish Zebedar.
Name: Aqaima <Ah-kih-ma>
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Species: Human/Gryphon Hybrid
Description: Aqaima looks like a normal human, except for the huge black-and-white feathered gryphon wings, and golden eyes that have the amazing long-range sight of a gryphon. Her hair is long, straight and black. She's tall and thin, with pale skin. She usually wears dark clothes, mostly just a plain long sleeved shirt and long pants.
Past: Aqaima was born from a gryphon egg, of a gryphon mother. No one really knows how she got to be human, but most guess that it was the work of the faerie that was hovering about unseen when the eggs were just laid. Aqaima lived with her gryphon family until just recently, because she has been called out into the world for greater workings. She found a man who was willing to take her in and teach her magic, and she proved to have quite a strong magical gift, most likely because of her gryphon heritage.))
Aqaima sat near the old man's bed, waiting, watching as the candle flame died. Suddenly, the old man spoke, his voice raspy, his face pale, his eyes misty. 'Child,' he said. 'Yes, my master?' said Aqaima, holding back the tears for the dying man who had cared for her when she was shunned, and had taught her magic. 'My daughter, take... take the jewel. I will have no need for it any longer,' he said. With that, he reached a shaking hand into his tunic, and pulled off of his neck the long leather cord from which hung a medium sized, opaque aqua colored jewel. Aqaima gasped, 'The jewel? But... the power...' The old man silenced her, 'Take it. Now that I am dying, it must go to a new owner, one who has magic power as strong as mine. You are that owner, my daughter. Take the jewel, and use it to vanquish... him.' Aqaima gasped again, 'Him? You want me to go after Zebedar?' 'Yes. He must be stopped, and you are the only one who can do it,' the old man said. Then, he sighed deeply, drew a last long breath, and said in a soft whisper, 'Good bye, my daughter. I will help you in your quest.' And with that, he was gone. Aqaima sobbed, and pressed his cold hand to hers. She wrapped herself with her wings, and sat like that, beside his body, for quite some time. Then, when she was sure that his spirit had gone, she buried the body, and set off, toward the far-off mountains, to do what he had asked of her. To vanquish Zebedar.