Roksana Sheirn

[Roksana Sheirn]

Character Name:
Roksana Sheirn

Gender:
Female

Race:
Wind Embodiment

Character Age:
Thirteen

Height:
Four foot nine

Weight:
Forty-eight pounds (The slight weight is due to her race)


Character Appearance:
Roksana, being an embodiment of wind, is quite a slight girl. Thin and light, with a certain grace and litheness in her step that is only capable of a being of the elegant and graceful blows of the wind.

Her skin was once perfectly smooth and lovely, being the colour of fresh fallen snow, but over the years it has changed as she has grown, now it is a slightly tanned peach colour. Her hair is brown but holds a slightly more pinkish hue to it however, especially when it catches light. The whole, shoulder-length, bit of it is wildly controlled by only the wind - in fact, an almost non-existent wind that seems to constantly blow her hair in some direction. Often one can see a small flower sitting (undying) in her hair, and (even more surprising than it not wilting) it never seems to blow out of her hair with the wind.

Her cheeks have a rose hue to them, as if she has applied blush - although it is a perfectly natural happening and something that adds to her appearance of innocence. Sadly however... as she ages it seems to be fading away... Her eyes are a crystal blue colour and the shape of them sit wide upon her face - doe-like eyes - rounded, seemingly open wide even when partially closed. Her lip-colour is a bright red, despite her lack of any additives.

Her most common outfit is made of simple cotton, some boning put into parts for support, and the simply design is just made to give her easy movement. Her torso is covered by purple cotton, boning in place to hug it tight to her body, three metal clasps are in the front to hold it tightly together. This piece is attached to a ring of small feathers which go around her underarms. This ring of feathers is attached directly to long white sleeves which tend to billow wildly when she flies to high up in the sky. The sleeves end just after her bony wrist (which connects to slim, spidery white fingers). Her bottoms consist of a lacy underskirt and underwear, which is then covered by a pink skirt with green design that makes it look as if its an upside-down flower. This skirt is quite high-cut, but to hold her propriety she wears (the underskirt) and long white stockings that start a couple of inches below her skirt and move down all the way to her feet. She never wears shoes, as she hardly ever touches the ground.

Although small, and most certainly childlike, she is swiftly growing into a woman - something in her appearance that seems so well paired with the aging of her mind.


Special Power/Ability:
She can turn herself into the wind at will... Or not at will, as the case is sometimes.


Personality: Roksana was once a brilliantly bubbly and vivacious youth who was happy to go along with anything. However, when she suffered the great losses in her family she changed - not too greatly, but enough. She started to doubt that everyone was wonderful and good at heart... Not long after all of these changes she became who she is today.

Nowadays she is quite pessimistic. She believes the world is basically cruel and ignorant. She believes all people of vague importance think the world would not turn without them - and she hates this. She is strongly opinionated for such a young girl, and shows a very large understanding of things that a twelve year-old shouldn't even comprehend at all.

Her emotions are quite easily played with, her mood changes as quickly as the time which sometimes makes it difficult for people to deal with her. At times she can be extremely shy, and at the the next moment she is violently opinionated and outspoken. She can seem happy and perfectly content, and the next second she might be crying and lacking in something... She is not bi-polar, her emotions are simply extremely sensitive, which forces her to hate the world even more than she may have without such expressive emotions.

She's confused, almost constantly. She is confused as to who she is, and why she has had to go through as much as she had. Although she quite respects the Deities, she has questioned why they have done to her what they have done, and why they don't fix the evil of the world - at times she has questioned if they even exist. She has questioned at times if she exists, or what she does matters - sometimes she believes her day-to-day life is merely another nightmare. Real life could not be so horrid, could it?


Sexual Orientation:
Undecided

Likes:
Roksana was once the kind of person who had a virtual plethora of things she liked and loved - but she has quick been shown to the ways that everything is not quite as great as it may seem. In fact, most of what she once liked has become a distressing dislike to her.

The few things that she does like include:

• Pretty flowers, like roses, daisies and daffodils.
  
• The colours pink and white.
  
• Her family members, no matter if they are dead, or if she hardly ever sees them... They are most likely the only people in the world whom she thinks are good, although she shows a little bitterness toward her father when he is mentioned.

Dislikes:
This is a list that if all she disliked were to be included, it would be quite comprehensive and filled to the brim with trivial things. Instead of dictating them all, here are a few of the ones she finds herself quite prominently loathes.

• People who think they are better than others in whatever way, shape or form: Looks, brains, righteousness, etcetera.
  
• People who meddle with the dead or things that the Deities are supposed to hold full control of.
  
• People who sacrifice a possibly good life for a life of crime, war, and suffering.
  
• Canine and feline creatures.

History:
They lived in a small city. The kind where everyone knew everyone. One would think that such a pleasant, and polite young girl would probably have wonderful parents who were always there and who were happy to be where they were... Well, they had been. In fact, the Sheirn family had been quite a good one, all of the people in the city knew and respected them - it was a small city.

Her father, Kail Sheirn, was a tailor, he knew all the people in the town and was well-liked. His job supported him and his wife Alese, it changed when Roksana was born. Money became thin and they were not allowed many luxuries. Kail had to work more nights in the shop, he had to work longer nights. The fact that Kail was a proud man did not help when Alese's brothers and sisters - Adelise, Korinn, and Terrin Ternia - offered to help with the payments of bills.

That was when Vieri needed some of its own men to accompany a group of explorers going to the new world - Vieri needed its own stake if there was a new country, and so they needed some countrymen. The pay was better than Kail's - and he took the job.

He sent home money every month, for his wife and their only child who was merely six years old at the time - Roksana. But of course, as happened with all but a single one of the explorers, the news would come that Kail Sheirn had not made it back. Only one of the leaders of expedition - an explorer named Nathaniel Kitai - had survived and come back. He revealed a story of the landscapes being rough, the sky attacking with bolts of lightning all of the time.

Kail Sheirn never returned, nor did he ever send any money home again. Of course, soon there would be no home for it to be sent to, were he even alive to send it. They could no longer pay all of the bills, they had enough to eat and clothe themselves… Rumours had been passed around of the two lone Sheirns, and they were turned away at every door they knocked upon. Their choice was to either starve to death, or chance sleeping on the streets. They lived on the streets for a few months, and even then their funds kept on dwindling. Roksana’s mother could not hold down a job, and she had no way to contact her family that lived out of Vieri without the money to spare for it. It seemed as if they would not survive a year.

That was certainly true for Alese, Roksana’s mother. In one of the alleys the two girls called home, on a night when Roksana was just barely ten years old, a group of laughing, drunken men came upon them. Alese hid her daughter, had her turn to wind like her father could do, but without such an ability herself, Alese was grabbed roughly and passed about the men as a toy. They brutally raped the already weakened woman, and as they finished, they ensured to slit her throat, afraid of what might happen if she were to tell someone what had happened. After all, it was a small city. Everyone knew everyone.

Roksana did not know who they were, and she had gusted away as her mother had told her. When she returned to find her mother partially naked and completely dead, she escaped. She grabbed the remaining money her mother had, and left.

The girl would spend the next two years drifting about. Making money through odd jobs so that she could afford to feed herself… And then, no matter how much she wanted to believe that all of it was an accident - her father’s death, her mother’s - everything that happened in the world seemed to go against that. The war started, two years after the return of Nathaniel Kitai - who everyone said was a mass murderer - and it seemed as if even the people who were good in the war, were not good in the world.

After meeting several people, all of whom proved to be horrible.. All of whom proved they were doing wrong in the world - she realized that was what the world was all about. That was what she had to live with each day, and after a single encounter with a (once favourite) author by the name of Ein Lamont Lansfeld she was brought down to earth in a world that was wrong, and evil and corrupt. Even as hard as she had once tried to be optimistic, and naive to what went on around her - she was now a new her. The kind of her that realized the world was wrong, and who now knew everything in it was unjust. No matter your age.


Base Stats:
" Strength: 60
Dexterity: 141
Wisdom: 724
Luck: 230
Level: 7
Gold: §11,916
EXP: 2,359
Health: 61
Fate Points: 1"


Roleplay Example:
After “fighting” (a very loose definition for what it was she had done) for the Dei Army, and discovering the horrible truths about it all, Roksana had flown along… Just being the wind. Just going with the flow and allowing her thoughts to dissipate along with her body, letting the true winds, the ones not as fraudulent as she found herself to be with every growing year (month, day… hour, minute?) carry her where they may. Her sighs of disillusion seemed to chill the wind she was in the form of until she finally stopped to turn herself back into a form less true, but also less false for her.

Her white skin and pale coloured hair (a pearl when the light hits a side in just the right way, her pa told her) would have found no contrast in the temple she now found herself atop of. The only thing that forced her to be noticeable were the flower placed loosely in her hair and her choice of bodice and skirt that led her body to show up against the white marble.

Roksana lay atop the building, staring up… Up at the stars, as there were no clouds to block her view of space. The weariness of her mind at the change of air pressure was enough for her to realize it even before she could see the clouds holding up the framework of an entire country built upon the great puffed up marshmallows. She wondered if clouds had a taste, and if that taste would be sweet or bitter. Sour or spicy… She wondered if one could sit on the clouds on not fall through…

She shook her head at the silliness - not only did they build an entire country on clouds, but that kind of thought was for someone she used to be. That puerile thinking was not something for one who was developing as she was. Not in her body, as was also the case, but in her mind. She had just had the brash realization that although someone may seem to have good intentions… A person of light; and another may have seemingly malicious intentions… A person of darkness; the roles were easily reversed, easily shared. She would have to stop being judgemental based on sight. Based on what she was simply told.

Adelaida had seemed like such a nice person. She seemed genuinely concerned but… After the display of violence in the Woods of New Dawn, and the realization that Delice was fighting for the same things someone like Tristan Cowell was fighting for… That the wolf-girl was fighting for… Well Roksana could now see that she had been manipulated, her emotions played with like a cat would play with a bag full of catnip.

Her eyes were already closed at the thoughts, but they seemed to be pushed together as if a pain had radiated in her head, and that light made it worse. It wasn’t though, she just wished for the thoughts to disappear. She shook her head vigorously as if such an action would help before jumping up at the startling sound of footsteps on the marble.

She pulled herself up from her position of the roof of the temple, only now realizing how the heat was causing her skin to bake in the sun. She pulled herself to the side, grabbing the edges of the roof in order to peer under to see the new arrival. She squinted, her eyes blotchy from the sudden opening to the brightness of the sun only a few seconds previous.

She took the unfamiliar visitor in with ardent interest, admiring the white robes which instilled a sense of goodness - even if she had just gone over her duty not to base her opinions on looks anymore. The red hair with silver streaks that made her think of old age gave him a refined look, making her think he was a good man - what kind of elderly person wasn’t? Her parents were good, as were her aunts and uncles… Her grandparents too! Other than his hair and his garbs, she didn’t notice much. She saw how he stood, and found he looked superior. Perhaps a holy man at a chapel in one of the cities?

Always Roksana was quite curious, and as such made her descent slowly, hovering above the ground slightly as if unsure the addition of her small weight would be able to be held up by the paradoxical clouds. She touched down lightly, the only noise a small tapping as her merely socked feet touched down onto the marble. She froze and made a move like a flinch as she awaited a cracking or a crumbling…

When nothing came she allowed herself to breathe a respire of gratitude. She made small, innocuous steps as she approached with a smile on her face. “Hello,” She spoke in a less upbeat voice than her usual, she did not want to be loud, what if the man was praying? “I do hope I’m not interrupting I just… I wanted to know if you knew…” She wondered what she wanted to know. She hadn’t really considered what she would say when she approached… She looked at the fountain and took in the markings… Which gave her an idea, “I just wanted to know if you could make any sense of these markings. They’re quite pretty, and I’d love to know the meaning behind them… Oh! As long as I’m not interrupting you in a prayer, or something of the sort.” She nervously wrung her wrist with the opposite hand, suddenly feeling puny and even more childish next to him. He seemed to be so impressive, and she would hate to seem like too much of a child.

“I’d hate to feel as if I had troubled you,” She spoke apologetically, biting her lip absently as she had just managed to force her hands to her sides, to (of course) avoid looking nervous. She, however, always had to do something and thus the chewing on her lip was the next logical step.


Country of Origin:
Vieri

Country of Residence:
Vieri

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