Post by Illya on Aug 12, 2008 0:34:10 GMT -5
Name: Nimbus Clabel
Age: 17
Race: Human
Job: Gypsy and dragon rider
Home: Cyan Desert
Occupation: Princess of Cyan Palace
Family: Father: Guri Clabel
Mother: Iris Clabel (deceased)
younger sister: Ani Clabel
Friends: Wyn Lockheart, Elliot Lorrel (Well...somewhat) Ani Clabel
Enemies: Elliot Lorrel (in a way) Ren greenstoke, does she need more?
Love: Nim is too good for men.
Appearance: Long dark hair with silk cloth rapped around pieces underneath her hair. Her skin is tanned and she stands about 5"6 in height. Her left shoulder is slightly scarred from a venomous burn. She is a vision of a goddess with a piercing mixture of amber and golden eyes. Her eyes were given to her by her loving, deceased mother. She is proud and thankful for her mother's vision.
Her arms are toned from daily training and her model like figure is why the people of Cyan village call her the heart of the goddess.
With little flaws, she is not afraid to showcase her scar ripped in a curved line down her shoulder and back. Nim describes it as more beautiful than her so called "perfect features"
Her glowing eyes and plagued skin is what makes her exotic.
Clothing: Expensive velvet and exotic silk is what laces Nimbus's body. Her Indian and Egyptian heritage is dear to her. She sticks with traditional clothing when roaming her village and wondering the palace. She also wears a vail over her mouth and nose to blend in with the crowd when need be. She wears no dresses because it is a rule that she is royalty so therefor she must wear a cape around her shoulders or waist.
The capes are embroidered with pure gold and fine rubies. They are carefully hand painted by professional and famous artists throughout Udonia. Her feet are covered in Sandals or curved, pointed flats.
A vail is placed in the back of her hair when she is presented to guests or royalty scattered throughout the kingdom. It acts as an Egyptian crown.
While she is in training she wears her warriors clothing. Velvet and leather armor. A cape colored maroon on the inside and gold on the outside. She wears a simple tunic, revealing her stomach and long brown boots with mail gauntlets around her wrists.
Personality: Nimbus is an eccentric young woman. She cares nothing for her riches and longs to live a normal life away from the rich and fabulous of an Arabian fashioned lifestyle. Her dancing is what sets her free. Shes a wise young woman and confident in her abilities to survive. Her training has led her to a high self esteem and positive image. She never worries about the future or whats to come. She thinks most about the present and searches for ways to make it interesting. Shes a strong woman and doesn't let her enemies push her down. She stands all on her own.
Shes a quiet girl and doesn't have many friends. Her only friend is Wyn Lockheart; A dragon caretaker and rider. Nimbus thinks that Wyn brings the best out of her.
She doesn't speak much or let herself be seen in public.
Dances:
coming soon
Weapons: Nimbus has sorceresses blood and uses it well with her dancing. Her dancing can create vibes and poison that can run freely through an enemies veins. Other dances heal, other dances soothe the soul, mind, and spirit. Some dances bring strength and others can lull creatures and commoners to sleep. Her dances are what bring her mind to rest which is the reason for her serene attitude toward other people.
Nimbus has her dragon, Fynn, by her side. Her breath is scorching hot and she is graced with the color of a red Phoenix with gold jewels embedded along her outer eye. She is a rare desert dragon (more like a wyvern) A smaller dragon found beneath the desert sands. It grows to be almost as tall as Nimbus while sitting and several inches taller than her while standing. Nimbus is able to successfully ride her dragon. It is rare that any commoner has a dragon larger than that as a pet. but larger ones are often raised in dragon stables and become performers in cyan wide death matches.
Nimbus is also a fine warrior, trained by her longtime companion Wyn. She has learned the ways of her family's jeweled daggers, Training six to eight hours a day.
History:
Cyan desert; a land of worshipers. Not just any worshipers, Dragon worshipers. They are most abundant near oasis's and live in tall sand dunes. Rare to the eye of a commoner but of a traveler? Now, thats a different story.
In the mysterious and abnormal village of Cyan stands a palace and its walls that stretch for miles through out the desert, almost like a whole nother part of the earth but is surely a part of the kingdom of Udonia.
In that white and famous palace lives a princess more like an heiress to the Clabel throne. The place holds many shrines, secret pathways, and rooms hiding secret gardens and oasises where long lost dragon riders and their dragons have failed to win a round of a fire match lay. Their graves are blessed daily.
The palace has no glass windows, just open holes, letting the crisp air through. But Nimbus isn't satisfied with a life of riches and people who cheat their way through life. She wants a new one. A way to escape her father who spoils her to no end, keeping her locked up in a palace with no place to go unless presented to the people she will soon to be ruling over. But her training has taught her more than good manners. Slipping out to see Wyn and Fynn is what she does best and intends to keep it that way.
Nimbus wasn't always this way. Not until her mother had passed a way, murdered by a close friend of her fathers who remains as the family friend even to this day.
It disgusts her to know that that sleazy old man still exists. Seeing the fake smirk on his face made Nim want to wipe it off his bloated lips.
To think her father felt nothing for her mother. Inviting a murderer into their home and playing it off as if it were some kind of accident? No, Nim would never let this go on for so long, yet she was afraid of this man. With his grueling eyes and his dark complexion. Something was telling her he was a dangerous man. She often found him watching her closely as she danced in front of the village with her wyvern and magic. Something had caught his eye. Could it be her blood? The pure blood that was given to her by her mother? Of coarse it was. That greedy man wanted her blood. Her magical blood that few were gifted in these parts, for areas that weren't desert were too far to reach. Magic was rare in Cyan and people were greedy for it.
Commoners among the streets would start businesses of entertainment with mere magic tricks. Bandits and thieves roamed the town searching for bottles of pure magic created by impersonators of witches and wizards only to find that the bottle of pure magic wasn't pure at all.
"This was the city of thieves." is what Nim was brave enough to call it.
It was late in the day and Nim was having a chat with her only and current friend, Wyn. It was an hour before Nimbus had to dance for the matsuri; A festival to worship the Japanese dragon Ryuu. This was the most difficult dance as it took a lot out of her. It was the only dance that she would do in front of Wyn if ever they were alone.
"Theres nothing to be afraid of Nim." He comforted her as he watched her sob into her trembling fingers.
"It's not that! Its the fact that HES out there!"
Wyn didn't understand who "He" was for a moment but realized that the man she brought up was the man who had murdered her mother. "Don't let that arrogant man get the best of you, Nim. Your dances are brilliant!" Wyn shouted in his strongest British accent. He slicked back his golden hair and took Nimbus's hand in his. "You'll be fine."
His soft voice made Nim's heart flutter. His words were so pure.
Nim raised her head a bit, pieces of her hair were soaked in tears. "Yo-you think my dances are brilliant?" She asked unsurely. Wyn was always the type to keep his feelings inside. It was rare to hear that something was brilliant."Th-then--"
Just then, the door to her bedroom swung open and the two jumped with surprise, leaping off the edge of the balcony and standing just outside the doors of Nim's room. It was her father bringing her another gift.
"Ah-ha! My darling you have a show to give in twenty! Don't keep our crowd waiting!" He rung his arm around Nim and smiled as his belly bounced up and down from a low chuckle he managed to release from behind his thick mustache. He handed her a velvet cased box.
"Th-thanks." Nim took the third diamond necklace she was given by her father unwillingly.
Nim's father shoved her out the door and as he did he turned to Wyn and shouted with his loud obnoxious voice "Aren't you supposed to be at the stables? A big match is about to start today."
Wyn answered politely. "Y-yes sir."
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Guri eyed him carefully, a more serious look on his face.
It was quiet until the man Nim despised more than anything else had interrupted the group.
"Sir, I suggest you send your daughter to the stage. She seems to be dressed in the right clothing." His long, bearded face slowly moved toward Nim looking her straight in the eye with a smug look on his furry face.
Nimbus felt a chill run down her spine but she didn't show her hatred or fear toward the man.
"Thats a good idea!" Guri shouted blissfully. "My darling won't you get ready for your magnificent dance of yours? What do you call it? um..." Guri thought for a moment. Nimbus fumed.
"Sapphire's Rain." She said irritatedly. This was the 6th time her father had forgotten the name of the dance she was first taught by her mother. It irritated her to no end.
The last thing she saw was Wyn's serious face on the eyes of the man she was with.
An hour had passed and Nimbus was well into her dance of the dragons. Fire sprayed from the floor bouncing into ribbons of flame, encircling her, empowering her. Fynn was able to speak through Nimbus's mind as a rider and their dragon become one.
"Someone is watching you." Fynn had pointed out.
Nimbus remained focused on her dance steps as the crowd ood and ahd. Her glowing eyes scanned the area landing on a young boy who watched her more closely than others. As she saw him, she felt a sudden rush of excitement through her veins. This was no ordinary boy.
Nimbus moved her eyes to other commoners. Children wildly running in circles with sparklers, men drinking in the corners of the village, others so focused on her dancing they could barely eat their freshly cooked drumsticks. When Nim found her way back to the location of the boy, he was gone. Now, the murderer she knew so well had stood in his place. She dared not to stare any longer.
"It was that boy." Fynn reminded her as she spit fireballs into the starlit sky. The crowd applauded as the music continued.
Nimbus didn't reply. She concentrated on her moves once again.
"The boy is approaching."
Nimbus was startled by Fynn's words as she was right. The boy had appeared beside her, approaching her with ease. Half the crowd had stopped their festival activities to watch.
"W-what are you doing!" She hissed in a whispered tone.
The boy was smug. He leaned in and wrapped his arm around her waist, avoiding the fire as it diminished.
Even though her magic had sobered, she could not bring her self to stop dancing. Instantly, Nim new what he was.
His silver hair brushed across her cheeks as he danced along with her.
"Tradition is boring." He whispered in her ear.
Nim's eyes widened. "Y-your--"
"Who you think I am? Than your right."
The way he controlled her with ease. Only someone with strong and unnamed abilities were able to block something like this out. "I'm not your puppet." She whispered venomously into his ear.
"I beg to differ." He chuckled.
The murderer who watched from afar was, by far, the most interested in this little spell Nimbus was under. No commoner was able to find that this was not Nimbus dancing.
"It's your soul."
"Let it go."
"Make me."
He twirled her around and caught her with a dip.
"Necromancy is not welcome her." Nim whispered darkly.
"So does that mean your reluctant to be my dance partner?" He questioned with a disappointed look. "It's because I'm a necromancer?"
"Yes!" Nimbus raised her voice and Fynn bravely pushed the boy off of the stage with her tail, breaking his concentration.
The crowd was silent and Nimbus ran from the wooden stage, embarrassed.
This was a night she would remember and a new conflict between magic and ordinary had risen in the village of dragon cyan.
Other:
Age: 17
Race: Human
Job: Gypsy and dragon rider
Home: Cyan Desert
Occupation: Princess of Cyan Palace
Family: Father: Guri Clabel
Mother: Iris Clabel (deceased)
younger sister: Ani Clabel
Friends: Wyn Lockheart, Elliot Lorrel (Well...somewhat) Ani Clabel
Enemies: Elliot Lorrel (in a way) Ren greenstoke, does she need more?
Love: Nim is too good for men.
Appearance: Long dark hair with silk cloth rapped around pieces underneath her hair. Her skin is tanned and she stands about 5"6 in height. Her left shoulder is slightly scarred from a venomous burn. She is a vision of a goddess with a piercing mixture of amber and golden eyes. Her eyes were given to her by her loving, deceased mother. She is proud and thankful for her mother's vision.
Her arms are toned from daily training and her model like figure is why the people of Cyan village call her the heart of the goddess.
With little flaws, she is not afraid to showcase her scar ripped in a curved line down her shoulder and back. Nim describes it as more beautiful than her so called "perfect features"
Her glowing eyes and plagued skin is what makes her exotic.
Clothing: Expensive velvet and exotic silk is what laces Nimbus's body. Her Indian and Egyptian heritage is dear to her. She sticks with traditional clothing when roaming her village and wondering the palace. She also wears a vail over her mouth and nose to blend in with the crowd when need be. She wears no dresses because it is a rule that she is royalty so therefor she must wear a cape around her shoulders or waist.
The capes are embroidered with pure gold and fine rubies. They are carefully hand painted by professional and famous artists throughout Udonia. Her feet are covered in Sandals or curved, pointed flats.
A vail is placed in the back of her hair when she is presented to guests or royalty scattered throughout the kingdom. It acts as an Egyptian crown.
While she is in training she wears her warriors clothing. Velvet and leather armor. A cape colored maroon on the inside and gold on the outside. She wears a simple tunic, revealing her stomach and long brown boots with mail gauntlets around her wrists.
Personality: Nimbus is an eccentric young woman. She cares nothing for her riches and longs to live a normal life away from the rich and fabulous of an Arabian fashioned lifestyle. Her dancing is what sets her free. Shes a wise young woman and confident in her abilities to survive. Her training has led her to a high self esteem and positive image. She never worries about the future or whats to come. She thinks most about the present and searches for ways to make it interesting. Shes a strong woman and doesn't let her enemies push her down. She stands all on her own.
Shes a quiet girl and doesn't have many friends. Her only friend is Wyn Lockheart; A dragon caretaker and rider. Nimbus thinks that Wyn brings the best out of her.
She doesn't speak much or let herself be seen in public.
Dances:
coming soon
Weapons: Nimbus has sorceresses blood and uses it well with her dancing. Her dancing can create vibes and poison that can run freely through an enemies veins. Other dances heal, other dances soothe the soul, mind, and spirit. Some dances bring strength and others can lull creatures and commoners to sleep. Her dances are what bring her mind to rest which is the reason for her serene attitude toward other people.
Nimbus has her dragon, Fynn, by her side. Her breath is scorching hot and she is graced with the color of a red Phoenix with gold jewels embedded along her outer eye. She is a rare desert dragon (more like a wyvern) A smaller dragon found beneath the desert sands. It grows to be almost as tall as Nimbus while sitting and several inches taller than her while standing. Nimbus is able to successfully ride her dragon. It is rare that any commoner has a dragon larger than that as a pet. but larger ones are often raised in dragon stables and become performers in cyan wide death matches.
Nimbus is also a fine warrior, trained by her longtime companion Wyn. She has learned the ways of her family's jeweled daggers, Training six to eight hours a day.
History:
Cyan desert; a land of worshipers. Not just any worshipers, Dragon worshipers. They are most abundant near oasis's and live in tall sand dunes. Rare to the eye of a commoner but of a traveler? Now, thats a different story.
In the mysterious and abnormal village of Cyan stands a palace and its walls that stretch for miles through out the desert, almost like a whole nother part of the earth but is surely a part of the kingdom of Udonia.
In that white and famous palace lives a princess more like an heiress to the Clabel throne. The place holds many shrines, secret pathways, and rooms hiding secret gardens and oasises where long lost dragon riders and their dragons have failed to win a round of a fire match lay. Their graves are blessed daily.
The palace has no glass windows, just open holes, letting the crisp air through. But Nimbus isn't satisfied with a life of riches and people who cheat their way through life. She wants a new one. A way to escape her father who spoils her to no end, keeping her locked up in a palace with no place to go unless presented to the people she will soon to be ruling over. But her training has taught her more than good manners. Slipping out to see Wyn and Fynn is what she does best and intends to keep it that way.
Nimbus wasn't always this way. Not until her mother had passed a way, murdered by a close friend of her fathers who remains as the family friend even to this day.
It disgusts her to know that that sleazy old man still exists. Seeing the fake smirk on his face made Nim want to wipe it off his bloated lips.
To think her father felt nothing for her mother. Inviting a murderer into their home and playing it off as if it were some kind of accident? No, Nim would never let this go on for so long, yet she was afraid of this man. With his grueling eyes and his dark complexion. Something was telling her he was a dangerous man. She often found him watching her closely as she danced in front of the village with her wyvern and magic. Something had caught his eye. Could it be her blood? The pure blood that was given to her by her mother? Of coarse it was. That greedy man wanted her blood. Her magical blood that few were gifted in these parts, for areas that weren't desert were too far to reach. Magic was rare in Cyan and people were greedy for it.
Commoners among the streets would start businesses of entertainment with mere magic tricks. Bandits and thieves roamed the town searching for bottles of pure magic created by impersonators of witches and wizards only to find that the bottle of pure magic wasn't pure at all.
"This was the city of thieves." is what Nim was brave enough to call it.
It was late in the day and Nim was having a chat with her only and current friend, Wyn. It was an hour before Nimbus had to dance for the matsuri; A festival to worship the Japanese dragon Ryuu. This was the most difficult dance as it took a lot out of her. It was the only dance that she would do in front of Wyn if ever they were alone.
"Theres nothing to be afraid of Nim." He comforted her as he watched her sob into her trembling fingers.
"It's not that! Its the fact that HES out there!"
Wyn didn't understand who "He" was for a moment but realized that the man she brought up was the man who had murdered her mother. "Don't let that arrogant man get the best of you, Nim. Your dances are brilliant!" Wyn shouted in his strongest British accent. He slicked back his golden hair and took Nimbus's hand in his. "You'll be fine."
His soft voice made Nim's heart flutter. His words were so pure.
Nim raised her head a bit, pieces of her hair were soaked in tears. "Yo-you think my dances are brilliant?" She asked unsurely. Wyn was always the type to keep his feelings inside. It was rare to hear that something was brilliant."Th-then--"
Just then, the door to her bedroom swung open and the two jumped with surprise, leaping off the edge of the balcony and standing just outside the doors of Nim's room. It was her father bringing her another gift.
"Ah-ha! My darling you have a show to give in twenty! Don't keep our crowd waiting!" He rung his arm around Nim and smiled as his belly bounced up and down from a low chuckle he managed to release from behind his thick mustache. He handed her a velvet cased box.
"Th-thanks." Nim took the third diamond necklace she was given by her father unwillingly.
Nim's father shoved her out the door and as he did he turned to Wyn and shouted with his loud obnoxious voice "Aren't you supposed to be at the stables? A big match is about to start today."
Wyn answered politely. "Y-yes sir."
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Guri eyed him carefully, a more serious look on his face.
It was quiet until the man Nim despised more than anything else had interrupted the group.
"Sir, I suggest you send your daughter to the stage. She seems to be dressed in the right clothing." His long, bearded face slowly moved toward Nim looking her straight in the eye with a smug look on his furry face.
Nimbus felt a chill run down her spine but she didn't show her hatred or fear toward the man.
"Thats a good idea!" Guri shouted blissfully. "My darling won't you get ready for your magnificent dance of yours? What do you call it? um..." Guri thought for a moment. Nimbus fumed.
"Sapphire's Rain." She said irritatedly. This was the 6th time her father had forgotten the name of the dance she was first taught by her mother. It irritated her to no end.
The last thing she saw was Wyn's serious face on the eyes of the man she was with.
An hour had passed and Nimbus was well into her dance of the dragons. Fire sprayed from the floor bouncing into ribbons of flame, encircling her, empowering her. Fynn was able to speak through Nimbus's mind as a rider and their dragon become one.
"Someone is watching you." Fynn had pointed out.
Nimbus remained focused on her dance steps as the crowd ood and ahd. Her glowing eyes scanned the area landing on a young boy who watched her more closely than others. As she saw him, she felt a sudden rush of excitement through her veins. This was no ordinary boy.
Nimbus moved her eyes to other commoners. Children wildly running in circles with sparklers, men drinking in the corners of the village, others so focused on her dancing they could barely eat their freshly cooked drumsticks. When Nim found her way back to the location of the boy, he was gone. Now, the murderer she knew so well had stood in his place. She dared not to stare any longer.
"It was that boy." Fynn reminded her as she spit fireballs into the starlit sky. The crowd applauded as the music continued.
Nimbus didn't reply. She concentrated on her moves once again.
"The boy is approaching."
Nimbus was startled by Fynn's words as she was right. The boy had appeared beside her, approaching her with ease. Half the crowd had stopped their festival activities to watch.
"W-what are you doing!" She hissed in a whispered tone.
The boy was smug. He leaned in and wrapped his arm around her waist, avoiding the fire as it diminished.
Even though her magic had sobered, she could not bring her self to stop dancing. Instantly, Nim new what he was.
His silver hair brushed across her cheeks as he danced along with her.
"Tradition is boring." He whispered in her ear.
Nim's eyes widened. "Y-your--"
"Who you think I am? Than your right."
The way he controlled her with ease. Only someone with strong and unnamed abilities were able to block something like this out. "I'm not your puppet." She whispered venomously into his ear.
"I beg to differ." He chuckled.
The murderer who watched from afar was, by far, the most interested in this little spell Nimbus was under. No commoner was able to find that this was not Nimbus dancing.
"It's your soul."
"Let it go."
"Make me."
He twirled her around and caught her with a dip.
"Necromancy is not welcome her." Nim whispered darkly.
"So does that mean your reluctant to be my dance partner?" He questioned with a disappointed look. "It's because I'm a necromancer?"
"Yes!" Nimbus raised her voice and Fynn bravely pushed the boy off of the stage with her tail, breaking his concentration.
The crowd was silent and Nimbus ran from the wooden stage, embarrassed.
This was a night she would remember and a new conflict between magic and ordinary had risen in the village of dragon cyan.
Other:
