Post by yassie on Apr 6, 2008 18:03:02 GMT -5
Name: Shya Miko
Age: 15
Status: Good
Powers: Can bring inanimate objects to life. However, she has no control of their intelligence, own abilities, or function.
Appearance: Shya has short, shaggy pastel-blue hair. Her eyes change colors with her mood, but when she isn't feeling very strongly about a certain emotion, they look blackish, and gleam like an oil-spill. She has pale, slightly pink skin, and is rather short for her age. Shya wears wispy, loose fitting white clothes, a tunic and shorts.
Weaknesses: Cannot attack well, though she can defend herself and others to an extent. She is always extremal hesitant to use her abilities, as she gets afraid of what could happen. She often will get worried about things getting out of hand, her creating something by accident, or creating a creature beyond her ability to control.
Personality: Shy, keeps to herself for the most part. She trusts a few people, like her sister extremely well.
Goals: Wants to be able to master her powers, so she can save her sister Yassie.
Likes: Wood, desserts and fruits, animals, beaches, and books.
Dislikes: Metal, confined places, and people bigger then her.
Friends: She has several friends from her old town, but she left them to find her sister who 'ran off'.
Foes: Unknown currently.
Other: Travels with an Uaka, a small fox like creature ((I'll try to add more about the creatures soon...))
History: Lived with her older sister Yassie and her mother, in Canada for most of her life. When she was twelve, Yassie 'disappeared', leaving behind a note. Shya left after her, trying to find her sister, the only person she'd ever truly cared about in her life.
***
Shya reached down, with trembling hands, and unfolded the paper slowly. She was confused,
the letter had no post mark, and was just laying on the table, as if it had appeared by
magic. Magic. Such an interesting concept, yet how it existed all too much...
Her mother wasn't awake yet, she was still sleeping soundly in her room by the fire.
It got so cold during winter in Canada, nothing could truly warm you up. It was nice though
to have a flame, a dancing wisp of fire as company.
The girl was careful as she opened the paper, handling it with care. Too often had
she made careless mistakes, which had left perminate impressions, never to wither away.
Should she fetch her sister? No, she was probably asleep also, Yassie was never an
early riser sort of girl. As soon as Shya looked at the writing though, she froze.
"Yassie?!" She called, panicking.
She read the whole letter, searching desperately for an answer, for a clue, anything
that could tell her what the hell was going on.
Shya,
I must leave. Please, take care of mother. Try not to worry too much, I think I can take care
of myself. I'm leaving to do something, it would be impossible to stop what's going on...
Take care.
-Yassie
What was that? Was she going, gone now, of her own free will? How could she
just leave, no matter what the excuse? She could of had the whole night to travel, she
could of drove, or been driven, a few hundred miles.
Shya crumpled the note, hot tears burning her eyes as she tried to hold them back.
This place was her home. Rather, with Yassie and her mother. Shya had lived with them for
years, they had taken her in. They'd gotten long as well as, if not better than a blood
family. Shya's true family was long gone, but it was just as well. They had rejected her,
and she them.
The writing. It was too fast, unnatural. While that was Yassie's nature, this was
just too awkward. Almost like she was trying too hard.
Shya left herself little time to change her mind, no time to think. She had to act
as soon as possible, every second was time ticking away that could be vital.
"Meguyril!" She called, and her small quick pet came running. The Uaka, a foot-high
fox, was her companion, rarely away from her side. Meg had a black pelt, that gleamed similarly
to the usual oil-spill rainbows of Shya's eyes. She wasn't quite fox, nor cat, or anything
in any textbook. Meguyril was a creature all in her self.
Ripping a feather coat off their rack, Shya breathed deeply. Her now violet eyes were
welled with tears, still streaming. It would sting to go out in the cold as so, the winter
air would freeze them, making her face burn with frost bite. With a fragile hand, she wiped
the tears off her skin, brushing them aside for now.
"Mother! I-I've... I'm leaving for a little while, I'm afraid." Shya cried out, desperately
trying to keep her voice from cracking. Her mother had to stay where she was...
Shya heard a grunt from the down the hallway, a sort of 'okay' from Mom. She ran then,
fleeing the house, her world, as fast as she could.
Only one thing mattered.
Shya grasped the doorknob, flinging the door open. As she felt the metal, it moved
slightly, and she swore, cursing it. No time for it now, it would die out soon, it was just a
brief touch...
And Shya ran. She ran out into the cold night, Meguyril pacing beside her.
((I had this colored and EVERYTHING @@ my computer got screwy though =( I will make another picture that's better sometimes, as i don't think I'll end up finishing this again.))
Shya and her sister Yassie. A 1/2 decent pic... Which I drew at school xD
Age: 15
Status: Good
Powers: Can bring inanimate objects to life. However, she has no control of their intelligence, own abilities, or function.
Appearance: Shya has short, shaggy pastel-blue hair. Her eyes change colors with her mood, but when she isn't feeling very strongly about a certain emotion, they look blackish, and gleam like an oil-spill. She has pale, slightly pink skin, and is rather short for her age. Shya wears wispy, loose fitting white clothes, a tunic and shorts.
Weaknesses: Cannot attack well, though she can defend herself and others to an extent. She is always extremal hesitant to use her abilities, as she gets afraid of what could happen. She often will get worried about things getting out of hand, her creating something by accident, or creating a creature beyond her ability to control.
Personality: Shy, keeps to herself for the most part. She trusts a few people, like her sister extremely well.
Goals: Wants to be able to master her powers, so she can save her sister Yassie.
Likes: Wood, desserts and fruits, animals, beaches, and books.
Dislikes: Metal, confined places, and people bigger then her.
Friends: She has several friends from her old town, but she left them to find her sister who 'ran off'.
Foes: Unknown currently.
Other: Travels with an Uaka, a small fox like creature ((I'll try to add more about the creatures soon...))
History: Lived with her older sister Yassie and her mother, in Canada for most of her life. When she was twelve, Yassie 'disappeared', leaving behind a note. Shya left after her, trying to find her sister, the only person she'd ever truly cared about in her life.
***
Shya reached down, with trembling hands, and unfolded the paper slowly. She was confused,
the letter had no post mark, and was just laying on the table, as if it had appeared by
magic. Magic. Such an interesting concept, yet how it existed all too much...
Her mother wasn't awake yet, she was still sleeping soundly in her room by the fire.
It got so cold during winter in Canada, nothing could truly warm you up. It was nice though
to have a flame, a dancing wisp of fire as company.
The girl was careful as she opened the paper, handling it with care. Too often had
she made careless mistakes, which had left perminate impressions, never to wither away.
Should she fetch her sister? No, she was probably asleep also, Yassie was never an
early riser sort of girl. As soon as Shya looked at the writing though, she froze.
"Yassie?!" She called, panicking.
She read the whole letter, searching desperately for an answer, for a clue, anything
that could tell her what the hell was going on.
Shya,
I must leave. Please, take care of mother. Try not to worry too much, I think I can take care
of myself. I'm leaving to do something, it would be impossible to stop what's going on...
Take care.
-Yassie
What was that? Was she going, gone now, of her own free will? How could she
just leave, no matter what the excuse? She could of had the whole night to travel, she
could of drove, or been driven, a few hundred miles.
Shya crumpled the note, hot tears burning her eyes as she tried to hold them back.
This place was her home. Rather, with Yassie and her mother. Shya had lived with them for
years, they had taken her in. They'd gotten long as well as, if not better than a blood
family. Shya's true family was long gone, but it was just as well. They had rejected her,
and she them.
The writing. It was too fast, unnatural. While that was Yassie's nature, this was
just too awkward. Almost like she was trying too hard.
Shya left herself little time to change her mind, no time to think. She had to act
as soon as possible, every second was time ticking away that could be vital.
"Meguyril!" She called, and her small quick pet came running. The Uaka, a foot-high
fox, was her companion, rarely away from her side. Meg had a black pelt, that gleamed similarly
to the usual oil-spill rainbows of Shya's eyes. She wasn't quite fox, nor cat, or anything
in any textbook. Meguyril was a creature all in her self.
Ripping a feather coat off their rack, Shya breathed deeply. Her now violet eyes were
welled with tears, still streaming. It would sting to go out in the cold as so, the winter
air would freeze them, making her face burn with frost bite. With a fragile hand, she wiped
the tears off her skin, brushing them aside for now.
"Mother! I-I've... I'm leaving for a little while, I'm afraid." Shya cried out, desperately
trying to keep her voice from cracking. Her mother had to stay where she was...
Shya heard a grunt from the down the hallway, a sort of 'okay' from Mom. She ran then,
fleeing the house, her world, as fast as she could.
Only one thing mattered.
Shya grasped the doorknob, flinging the door open. As she felt the metal, it moved
slightly, and she swore, cursing it. No time for it now, it would die out soon, it was just a
brief touch...
And Shya ran. She ran out into the cold night, Meguyril pacing beside her.
((I had this colored and EVERYTHING @@ my computer got screwy though =( I will make another picture that's better sometimes, as i don't think I'll end up finishing this again.))
Shya and her sister Yassie. A 1/2 decent pic... Which I drew at school xD