Isi Galilahi
Feb 23, 2013 11:03:53 GMT -7
Post by isi on Feb 23, 2013 11:03:53 GMT -7
Isi Tooantuh Galilahi
"Let it break upon you, like a wave upon the sand"
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Full Name - Isi Tooantuh Galilahi
Nicknames/Alias - Little Fawn, Lahi
Age - 23
Date of Birth - July 28th.
Gender - Female.
Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual.
Affiliation - Neutral, Unsure.
Occupation - Mechanic with some medic abilities.
Play-By - Rachel Dashae.
Build - Slim, toned
Height & Weight - 4'10, 100
Hair - Black, reaches past her bottom, often has her hair braided.
Eyes - spring green.
Unique Features -
gaged ears.
Each tattoo she bears is important to her and her heritage.
In between her shoulder blades:
On each shoulder, framing the doe:
On both calves:
And on her right arm from the top of her hand, covering her wrist, and over her elbow:
Dressing Style - Isi's clothing style is rather odd in this age. While others wear more modern clothing Isi is often found in clothing made from the hides of animals. She uses a lot of homemade leather for straps and hair ties. She's slowly integrating into the strange world around her and is trying to update her attire.
Other - Nope.
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Likes - Wilderness, tools, taking things apart, putting things together, flutes, the hum of a steady engine.
Dislikes - Too much destruction, disrespect, being coddled, being shot, Overflowing cities.
Quirks/Habits - Has a little problem with keeping her hands to herself around machinery. She's fascinated by it and often takes it apart whether its hers or not.
Fears - Being in a cage.
Secrets - Terrified of disappointing her family.
Strengths - Friendly, skilled with machines, looks harmless but can be deadly.
Weaknesses - Somewhat naive, can't stand people harming animals, doesn't understand social behaviors in the modern world.
Talents/Special Abilities - Mechanic, somewhat skilled with the mixing of herbs for medicinal purposes, very fast and agile when the situation demands it.
Overall Personality - Isi is many things. For one she is strangely clumsy. For being named after one of the most graceful of animals, the deer, it is a tad ironic that she should stumble over her own feet. She's not exactly shy, but she isn't a people person either. She prefers smaller, well known, groups to large groups of strangers. Occasionally she'll suck it up and venture into the big cities, but she prefers the quiet and stillness of a forest. Or the welcome humming of an engine. She can be quiet around those she doesn't know, and often gets herself in trouble when a new weapon or gadget is around. Isi has a habit of snatching things that don't belong to her and taking them apart. She is fascinated with all things mechanical, and wants to know how they work.
Isi has a strong respect for animals. Growing up in the wild will do that to you. She will always apologize to a creature should she take its life, and most of the time she'll even free small insects. Do not mistake this, however, for her being a softie. While she does appear to be innocent and harmless Isi is deadly with a blade. With a blade, or a wrench, she appears to be the one thing she claims not to be. Graceful.
Isi is a tad cocky about her abilities in machinery, though she does her best not to boast too often. Her father had praised her ability, calling her a natural at every turn. She is, however, a bit self conscious in her abilities as a medic. With home remedies and some "native magic" she is a little embarrassed by this small, but useful, skill.
Isi is extremely loyal to her family, and they are her weakness. While she often appears serene and collected one ill mention of her family will have her flying off the deep end. It is the same with friendships. She doesn't trust right off the bat, but once you have earned her trust she is loyal till the end.
When she does throw a temper tantrum, though they are few and far between, she can appear very childish. Being as short as she is, it isn't unsurprising that many simply assume she is a a teenager. Though don't keep pushing otherwise you'll deal with her truly savage nature. Being as small as she is, its easy for her to be quick and agile. Would you want that after you?
Isi is curious about everything foreign to her, and having grown up in the wilderness most of her life that leaves just about everything. She is friendly, but a bit socially awkward at times.
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This section is for you to tell us about the people in your life,
include whatever details you'd like - the more the better!
For example; full name, age(or age they died at), occupation, status(living or deceased), affiliation..etc
Father - Shikoba
Mother - Adsila
Siblings - No direct siblings, but tribal there are too many to name.
Other Significant People - none
Pets - none anymore.
Your History -"Eyes like the spring frog." Her father had said. "Hair as black as the ravens feathers." He continued. "And skin as soft as the fawns fur."
Her first day alive. Her mother was exhausted from child birth, holding the unnamed child at her breast. In the forest, surrounded by their people, they waited for her father to choose her name. His only child, his miracle. It was then that the strangest thing should happen. A buck strode through the thicket of trees, his black eyes watching the dark skinned band of people with curiosity. His thick black horns climbed over his head in natures crown, letting all who saw him know he was king. The child's father smiled, his own pair of black eyes looking into the strange green of his child's. "Isi. She will be our Little Fawn." It was spoken, and so it was done. She would be Isi for the rest of her life.
As a child, growing with a nomadic band of people, Isi was raised to live off the land. Her father had served in no war, and still refused to choose a side for either, still he had gained some skill with a wrench. Their people lived with very little, but when the winds grew cold and the grounds froze over with snow they would travel to the towns for what food they could scrounge for, had they gone through their reserves. Her father did jobs here and there among the towns, fixing what some said would not fix and remaking that which thought to be lost. And he with him Isi would go, watching in earnest as her father made a small amount of money for their family and friends.
When she turned 8 he began teaching her, letting her help him on these small missions. Soon he found she was a natural, taking to the machines as if they were simply a part of her. Over the years she became the one traveling to towns to fix things for them, remaking that which could not be remade. She grew fond of the work, wanting to continue "training" but her father explained he had given her all he knew. Her mother, wanting her to be a medicine woman among their people, made a trade with her. She was to learn how to work the herbs, create helpful remedies. Should she have an affinity for the plants as she did the machines she would stay among them and continue her work with both. But, if her hands were not as graceful with the plants and medicines her mother would allow her to find a new teacher and pursue her hunt for more knowledge.
Isi agreed to her mothers terms, knowing that she only wanted what was best for her. And she even tried very hard to be what her mother wanted. But her hands fumbled where they should have been smooth, plants were crushed when they should have been pressed. True she could work the herbs with much practice, but she was not gifted like a true medicine woman. Her mother, to her disappointment, was beat. Isi would never truly be their herb bender. Her hands belong with that which does not breath, or bleed.
Isi began moving through towns, hoping to find someone with a ship. Anyone who could take her off world. Eventually she stumbled upon a band of smugglers. Their ships engine was having issues, but on her "simpleton" planet they couldn't find the help they needed. The young Isi approached them, claiming to be able to fix it.
Of course looking at her the men and women laughed, shooing her away. It was then that Isi gambled.
"If I can fix engine, you take me off world. Help me find good work. With machines." She said softly, and all eyes hit her in surprise.
"And if you cant?" One of the gruff men called out.
"Can't fix you do as you please. I am 22, can marry. Can be sold as slave. Good deal." She said with a nod.
The hungry eyes of some of the men looked her over. Her frame was small, yes, but it was that of a woman. Eventually the terms were agreed upon. Should she fail she would be given to the men.
Days passed as Isi took the engine apart and inspected each nook and cranny. They were growing impatient. And many tried to force their win upon her, and each would meet the grace she had with a blade.
One must have skill with a knife if one lives off the land.
After a week and a half she finally figured it out. The machine was more complex than any she had dealt with in the past. But her affinity for how things worked was like magic in her eyes, she just knew how to make it work. She had been a little surprised that the smugglers mechanic hadn't seen the issue first. It was really quite simple.
Of course when it was all said and done she had won the bet. Some wanted to go against their word and use her anyhow, but luckily their captain held true. He agreed to the terms, and he would not go against them.
For a year they actually kept her aboard the ship. She helped in the engine room, learning new things everyday. But the money wasn't very good and she wanted to send some to her family, show them that their choice had been a wise one. So now she searches for a more suitable job, hoping to make her family proud and show her tribe that they could seek the world outside their own.
What should we call you? - Hannii
Roleplaying Experience - Too much.
Where did you find us? - the 'Verse
Prove Yourself -
Post Script - She may be timid but Isi is still a wild animal, have care.
Other characters - Harper Montgomery
How we should contact you - PM
Roleplay Example - The sun was finally setting and Isi was no closer to a job than the day before. Or the day before that... The week before that... The month before that. It was with much frustration and a tiny sliver of determination that she pushed open the door to O'Hanrahan's Pub. A slew of eyes roamed over her, some looking very quizzical. Spring green eyes nervously danced over the pubs patriots. So many unknown people gathered in one place. She hated crowds... She hated them so very much, but Isi was getting very tired of the empty quiet of her rented room. If she didn't find work soon she'd have to slum it on the streets somewhere.
Or return home.
The thought sent a quick shiver up her spine, and the 23 year old slowly moved towards the bar. She didn't want to imagine the disappointment on her fathers face. Her mother would happily say I told you so... but her father would always feel ashamed. So she thought, at least.
Everything was very odd here. Isi had been to one or two bars back home, but they weren't so modern. Here everything seemed to gleam to her. She stared aimlessly at the many different side arms that hung on the hips of customers. Her hands clenched and unclenched habitually. She wanted to play with them, peer into their workings and discover their secrets. Taking apart weaponry was always so fascinating.
But she refrained... for now.
Isi strolled past large men, muttering under their breath. She lightly tugged on one of the braids that fell over her shoulder, tied with a strip of leather. Cinnamon colored fingers traced the lines of the polished wood, noting each ding with the pressing of her index finger. So many had come to this place, many more would follow. She looked up, turning those vivid green eyes onto the bartender.
Stern eyes looked her over, a look of doubt crossing his hard features. Her head titled, curiously staring at him as if trying to understand his discomfort. Finally it dawned on her. At 4'10 she was often mistaken for a teenager, no older than 18. A soft smile tugged at her lips and she nodded.
"I have seen 23 Beaver Moons." She said with a nod, as if he would understand her completely. Instead he asked her for ID.
Bewilderment seeped into her eyes as she peered up at him in confusion. "ID? What is ID?"
Living off the land with a people that shied away from civilization she still hadn't acquired all the necessary "paperwork" that proved she existed. The smugglers she'd been flying with had never mentioned it, always assuming she was documented like most people. A frown crossed her small face and she looked around the pub. Why did these people get their drinks with no hesitation? There was something here that she was missing. She watched the people like a cautious deer, trying to understand all that surrounded her. From person to person her eyes wandered until they caught sight of the most lovely firearm. The glowing sheen called to her in the dim pub. And before the bartender had been able to call over security she vanished into the crowd; as if she'd never existed.
Isi slipped through the crowd, a few of the knives she wore clinking against each other. It heralded her arrival, as if she wore bells on the toes of her shoes, yet even so the gun holder hadn't been fast enough. Her dexterous little fingers snatched the pistol from its holster with practiced speed. She did not run, seeing as she wasn't trying to steal it. Instead she sat at the table, her hands running over the smooth exterior as her eyes studied its workmanship. She batted away the hand that moved to snake it from her grasp, quickly pulling it apart.
In one quick rush Isi's breath left her. Her lungs tightened as she stared down at the pieces. It was well taken care of, and it made it that much easier for her to study. Her soft cinnamon colored fingers traced each little puzzle piece before reassembling it in slow, leisurely movements. It wasn't an engine, there was no soft hum to ease her confused soul, but it was still lovely to understand it.
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SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this and she will happily hunt you down, rip out your spinal cord, and beat you to death with it if you steal her hard work and claim it as your own. especially since she will gladly share it with any and all who wish to use it, provided they leave her nice, little credit attached.
