Post by sham` on Aug 17, 2010 7:36:17 GMT -8
BINTI
NAME
binti zaire mwanamke
AGE
nineteen
GENDER
female
JOB
warrior
ALLIANCE
rogue
APPEARANCE
She is not lacking when it comes to height, standing at about five feet and nine inches. However, she has long slender legs accompanied by a proportionate torso. Curves are not her strong point as she does not support much of a breast but she is slender and lean. She has long slender fingers that match her overall appearance of long and lean. Long flowing blonde hair that cascades more in waves than ringlets tumbles to about mid back if she were to ever let it down. Most times it remains twisted atop her head and out of her deep emerald eyes. Those very eyes seem to search through someone very soul if they could latch on to another’s gaze. Many believe she does not belong with the others of the land because of her mocha skin but she was born and raised in these lands. Her many hours spent in the sun have bronzed her skin into something smooth and dark. Overall, many would call her easy to look upon but there is one small draw back to her appearance. A long scar winds its way along her cheekbone from her eye, a red line across her smooth skin.
PERSONALITY
When the word fiery is stated, what comes to mind? Someone who is short of temper and a firecracker? That one word definitely describes this girl down to a nutshell. Impulsive is what she does best as she does not take the time to think through a situation before acting. This often times gets her into trouble with her superiors but she has learned how to get out of things. She’s a smooth talker and quite intelligent, leaving people more thrown off by her logic than angry anymore. She can also be quite a firecracker when she gets upset or provoked. Often times something that seems harmless can set her off and send her into a rage. She holds a grudge like no one ever could so gaining her forgiveness is difficult. She is also quite stubborn so even if she knows she was wrong, she often will not admit to it until she is forced or finally sees right. Otherwise, she has a wonderful sense of humor and loves to laugh and is generally easy to get along with as long as that person is willing to look over some of her spats and deal with her moodiness.
HISTORY
She was born to common parents in their small cottage. The midwife swore that she was the most difficult baby to deliver as she squirmed and writhed until she finally emerged at midnight on a cold March morning. Her parents knew this baby was different as she seemed to be looking about her and was eerily quiet when she was born. As she grew, she learned how to use her voice and it always included constant questions. The one thing she always questioned the most was why women were treated so different then men. She always asked for her hair to be cut short and for her mother to make her pants. Her best friend was a boy named Pose and they always did everything together. This included archery, swordplay, and riding. He knew what she was but accepted it. He could always outperform her in the swordplay as he grew to be quite a bit larger but she held the skill level when it came to the bow and horses. As they grew, people began to take interest in the pair as they showed quite the ability to protect themselves. Eventually, a few knights stopped by to watch one of their training sessions and they were impressed with what they saw. They decided to take the two ‘young boys’ in as pages. Her swordplay was rather weak so they taught her how to use a lighter sword and her smaller size to her advantage. Eventually she was even out to outperform Pose in this area. When they both turned about fifteen, Pose began to loose interest in fighting and gained it in science. Finally it was just her in the studies while her friend found a job as a scientist’s apprentice. She did eventually get found out by the other knights that she was female, she hid it well. It was when she began to develop female parts that they realized that she was not one of them. Many wished to throw her out but it was her main mentor, a kind older knight that brought up the point that she could ride and fight better than most of the men. Finally, they accepted her into their midst as long as she did not disguise herself anymore. So, letting her hair grow long and wearing a skirt when she was not training, she continued to develop her skills. Finally, they thought she was ready and deemed her one of their own order. As a present for her achievement, Pose got her a beautiful Andalusian mare named Sacramenta at the age of eighteen. The pair of human and horse grew and the pair were nigh inseparable.
