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Iolani-
Name: Iolani
Full Titles: Iolani of Lei Makani
Nickname/Alias: N/A
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KEY INFORMATION:
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Makani
Social Status: Of the Lei Makani Clan, equivalent to a crafter caste.
Sexuality: Murder
Height: 5'9" ft
Weight: 110 lbs
Date of Birth: Second Bright Moon of the Harvest Seasons
Date of Death: n/a
Homeland: Born to a secluded Makani village near Blackrush
Current Home: Homeless, a nomadic lifestyle
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Tall and slender, gentle curves.
Hair: A plume of brightly hued azure head feathers that deepen to midnight blue at the tips.
Eyes: Vibrant orange
Skin: Black beneath her plumage and along her scaled limbs and claws.
Identifying Marks: Her feathers, ranging from a cobalt hue around and near her head and shoulders, shifting into a shiny lime green and then gold/copper hue at the tips of her tail and wing feathers. A slightly more muted line of purple along her greater primaries.
Appearance: She holds herself with tension, not fear or anxiety so much as barely restrained excitement. Anticipation in every movement.
Clothing: All manner of colorful strings made from leather and cloth around her arms and legs, a sarong wrapped around her waist with a belt to hold pouches resting over top.
Weaponry: A multitude of sharp objects that should not be used as weapons, as well as a few actual daggers. As well, a bow and quiver.
Prized Possessions: 'Hunting Trophies', tools of her craft, a bundle of knucklebones inscribed with runes.
Hygiene: Meticulous. As unhinged as she can be at times, she takes care of her plumage religiously.
Voice: Eerie, akin to a parrot's speech but more melodic and smooth.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: Eye for detail, hypervigilance, crafting ability, archery, stealth
Fears: Being permanently grounded/silenced. Wrath of Manna. Childbirth.
Weaknesses: Easily distracted and prone to hyper fixation to the point of obsession. Brittle birb bones. Garlic.
Intelligence: Smart but not necessarily studied.
Languages: Yakai, Common
Profession: Carver & Alchemist
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Obsessive, fanatical, utterly devoted to her people with a high level of derision towards those outside her species. Has urges to 'hunt' Groundlings, taking trophies from them and making offerings out of what remains to Manna. A birb with a knife.
Religion or Cults: Manna/Jishrim
Alignment: Chaotic Knife
Short Term Goals: Master her crafts, learn all she can of the Groundling's ways so as to better hunt or parley with them, obtain many knives and trophies.
Long Term Goals: Return her people to the heavens, earn Manna's favor once more, seek to understand and follow the ways of Manna's current incarnation in Jishrim. (She do be delusional. v.v)
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: Anywhere high up where the winds can whistle around her as they blow.
Pastime: Sharpening knives, 'Hunting', practicing her crafts
Food: ...Aside from her 'hunts', she likes pork and fresh fish.
Drink: Melon Juice!
Colour: Yes. Give all of them!! Except for puce...
Animal: Hummingbirds.
Least Favourite...
Place: Deep underground or in extreme cold.
Pastime: Dealing with small Groundlings or dogs.
Food: Celery. It is a pointless thing!
Drink: Wine. Rotten grapes!!
Colour: Puce. It is an affront to Manna
Animal: Small dogs. Small Groundlings.
RELATIONS:
Loved: Her people, her clan, her Faith.
Trusted: The other Clans.
Befriended:
Liked: Jishrim
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of: Grey Lady
Afraid of:
Disliked: Groundlings.
Hated:
BACKSTORY: Born and welcomed to the LeiMakani clan many Bright Moons past, Iolani was the first and last to be borne to her Mother, coming into being as her Mother left to the After. Sorrows and celebrations were shared equally, for life and death were always to be interconnected. Brought up among the Makan survivors left among the shattering of their homeland in a secluded village to the North Western plains below the unforgiving lands of ice even further North. Raised communally as was the Lei way, Iolani was never a lonely child. She grew up to laugh and dance and take wing with those her own age and took to the lessons of the past both recent and long gone with fervor. Spending hours at the hunched sides of Elders close to returning to the After by kindly claw. She drank deeply of their sorrows, their joys. Of a life spent on floating isles among the heavens and the bliss of being Chosen first among Manna's children. Of the days of terror and confusion when their place as first borne and first in their God's heart was upended suddenly, violently.
Where they were forced to tread among the Groundlings in the dirt, bereft of their blessings and at the mercy of those who may have been the ones to bring them low in the first place...
Iolani was bright in many ways. Her vibrant coloring, her keen mind...Her utterly consuming devotion to her people, shining through like a wildfire in her eyes. That devotion brought with it the weight of her people's loss, the shame and uncertainty surrounding The Fall. And like many when faced with such heavy burdens...she turned her gaze outwards, to those who were not Makani, who were not her people. The insignificant second and third borne children of Manna who had come to see the First Born's fall from grace.
She was no YaVei, to wage battle was not her place. So she would not wage battle...She would hunt, as all Makani must learn to do. She would watch and learn and stalk, find the vile secrets that could tear blessed lands from the heavens, then turn them back on the ones who would dare reach for more than Manna had allowed. She would shift the concepts of 'battle' and 'murder' around in her head until they chipped and frayed before falling under 'Hunt' to better justify her actions. It could not be a battle if one never took to the field of fighting. It could not be murder, if the Groundlings were naught better than cattle. Thus did this sharp, bright, fanatical Makani set out to immerse herself among the herd...
INSPIRATIONS: Golden Tailed Sapphire Hummingbird
My in-game name is: Salodree
Name: Iolani
Full Titles: Iolani of Lei Makani
Nickname/Alias: N/A
[Picture]
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Makani
Social Status: Of the Lei Makani Clan, equivalent to a crafter caste.
Sexuality: Murder
Height: 5'9" ft
Weight: 110 lbs
Date of Birth: Second Bright Moon of the Harvest Seasons
Date of Death: n/a
Homeland: Born to a secluded Makani village near Blackrush
Current Home: Homeless, a nomadic lifestyle
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Tall and slender, gentle curves.
Hair: A plume of brightly hued azure head feathers that deepen to midnight blue at the tips.
Eyes: Vibrant orange
Skin: Black beneath her plumage and along her scaled limbs and claws.
Identifying Marks: Her feathers, ranging from a cobalt hue around and near her head and shoulders, shifting into a shiny lime green and then gold/copper hue at the tips of her tail and wing feathers. A slightly more muted line of purple along her greater primaries.
Appearance: She holds herself with tension, not fear or anxiety so much as barely restrained excitement. Anticipation in every movement.
Clothing: All manner of colorful strings made from leather and cloth around her arms and legs, a sarong wrapped around her waist with a belt to hold pouches resting over top.
Weaponry: A multitude of sharp objects that should not be used as weapons, as well as a few actual daggers. As well, a bow and quiver.
Prized Possessions: 'Hunting Trophies', tools of her craft, a bundle of knucklebones inscribed with runes.
Hygiene: Meticulous. As unhinged as she can be at times, she takes care of her plumage religiously.
Voice: Eerie, akin to a parrot's speech but more melodic and smooth.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: Eye for detail, hypervigilance, crafting ability, archery, stealth
Fears: Being permanently grounded/silenced. Wrath of Manna. Childbirth.
Weaknesses: Easily distracted and prone to hyper fixation to the point of obsession. Brittle birb bones. Garlic.
Intelligence: Smart but not necessarily studied.
Languages: Yakai, Common
Profession: Carver & Alchemist
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Obsessive, fanatical, utterly devoted to her people with a high level of derision towards those outside her species. Has urges to 'hunt' Groundlings, taking trophies from them and making offerings out of what remains to Manna. A birb with a knife.
Religion or Cults: Manna/Jishrim
Alignment: Chaotic Knife
Short Term Goals: Master her crafts, learn all she can of the Groundling's ways so as to better hunt or parley with them, obtain many knives and trophies.
Long Term Goals: Return her people to the heavens, earn Manna's favor once more, seek to understand and follow the ways of Manna's current incarnation in Jishrim. (She do be delusional. v.v)
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: Anywhere high up where the winds can whistle around her as they blow.
Pastime: Sharpening knives, 'Hunting', practicing her crafts
Food: ...Aside from her 'hunts', she likes pork and fresh fish.
Drink: Melon Juice!
Colour: Yes. Give all of them!! Except for puce...
Animal: Hummingbirds.
Least Favourite...
Place: Deep underground or in extreme cold.
Pastime: Dealing with small Groundlings or dogs.
Food: Celery. It is a pointless thing!
Drink: Wine. Rotten grapes!!
Colour: Puce. It is an affront to Manna
Animal: Small dogs. Small Groundlings.
RELATIONS:
Loved: Her people, her clan, her Faith.
Trusted: The other Clans.
Befriended:
Liked: Jishrim
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of: Grey Lady
Afraid of:
Disliked: Groundlings.
Hated:
BACKSTORY: Born and welcomed to the LeiMakani clan many Bright Moons past, Iolani was the first and last to be borne to her Mother, coming into being as her Mother left to the After. Sorrows and celebrations were shared equally, for life and death were always to be interconnected. Brought up among the Makan survivors left among the shattering of their homeland in a secluded village to the North Western plains below the unforgiving lands of ice even further North. Raised communally as was the Lei way, Iolani was never a lonely child. She grew up to laugh and dance and take wing with those her own age and took to the lessons of the past both recent and long gone with fervor. Spending hours at the hunched sides of Elders close to returning to the After by kindly claw. She drank deeply of their sorrows, their joys. Of a life spent on floating isles among the heavens and the bliss of being Chosen first among Manna's children. Of the days of terror and confusion when their place as first borne and first in their God's heart was upended suddenly, violently.
Where they were forced to tread among the Groundlings in the dirt, bereft of their blessings and at the mercy of those who may have been the ones to bring them low in the first place...
Iolani was bright in many ways. Her vibrant coloring, her keen mind...Her utterly consuming devotion to her people, shining through like a wildfire in her eyes. That devotion brought with it the weight of her people's loss, the shame and uncertainty surrounding The Fall. And like many when faced with such heavy burdens...she turned her gaze outwards, to those who were not Makani, who were not her people. The insignificant second and third borne children of Manna who had come to see the First Born's fall from grace.
She was no YaVei, to wage battle was not her place. So she would not wage battle...She would hunt, as all Makani must learn to do. She would watch and learn and stalk, find the vile secrets that could tear blessed lands from the heavens, then turn them back on the ones who would dare reach for more than Manna had allowed. She would shift the concepts of 'battle' and 'murder' around in her head until they chipped and frayed before falling under 'Hunt' to better justify her actions. It could not be a battle if one never took to the field of fighting. It could not be murder, if the Groundlings were naught better than cattle. Thus did this sharp, bright, fanatical Makani set out to immerse herself among the herd...
INSPIRATIONS: Golden Tailed Sapphire Hummingbird
My in-game name is: Salodree
