Post by Mehrunissa nó Eglantine on Nov 19, 2010 17:02:20 GMT -5
Name: Mehrunissa nó Eglantine
Age: 15
Height: 5’ 6”
Race (Lineage Origin): Khebbel-Im-Akkad/ D’ Angeline (Akkadian/Nammare)
Gender: Female
Home Province: Khebbel-Im-Akkad
Appearance: Mehrunissa is of a natural stature standing at a lovely 5 foot 6 inches with a delicate pear shape. With the skin is the color of sand, the dark color of her Akkadian mother mixing with the soft and supple skin of her D’Angeline father to create this color. Proportionate in most ways, her shoulders round out just shy of her hips which fall under a long waist and go into long legs shaped by long hours of dancing. Her arms taper down from her shoulders to the gentle knobs of her elbows and her slender wrists with small hands and long artistic fingers pricked too many times by needles.
Mehrunissa has a soft oval face, her cheeks more plump but the underlying cheekbones are prominent and give her a soft sallow to them. A gentle chin is below dramatic full lips with a full cupids bow just waiting to be parted to show her ivory teeth. A gentle nose was picked up from the D’Angeline side of her heritage instead of the strong nose of an Akkadian. Creating a gentle slope up to the planes of her smooth forehead, adorned with thick, well arched and groomed eyebrows to accent the large eyes of an Akkadian. Gifted with the piercing stare of an exotic place, peridot colored eyes look out at you with shoots of dark emerald flowing through them like sun rays from the pupil.
History: With his marque made from the Night Court House of Cereus, Mehrunnissa’s father, Stephán nó Cereus was so enlightened in his faith by Elua that he decided to follow in his footsteps; To walk the world and touch others with his peace and happiness. Stephán traveled to the near border of Terre De Ange close to Caerdicca Unitas to put up his building to cater to the poor.
When he had finally traveled to his destination Stephán traveled into the wild, where he was setting his place to see the way the people were living around him and was willing to open his arms to them. With the money that he had saved up after making his marque that other patrons had given him he bought a home with two floors. Here he made beds in the top floor, a room for a bathroom and downstairs a kitchen with a large table and an ample pantry that never emptied.
It wasn’t until his third year into his new lifestyle that he swayed from his ways of giving. In the middle of the day that there was a clamor that interrupted his cleaning where he went downstairs to figure out what was going on. A young woman in a full cover was in the doorway with a young child in tow. She smelt of sea water, the strong salt crusted onto her clothes.. Stephán gently bowed his head to the woman, splayed his arms open to show she could come in, and when she did he shut the door behind her before going over to the woman and asking her name. “Aathmika,” She responded and with her gentle voice she had captured his heart.
Aathmika was with child when she was planning her get-a-way from Khebbel-Im Akkad, having been raped and the seed catching to create what she believed was a boy. In nine months time, she gave birth to a young boy, with dark skin and the features of a pure blood Akkadian. Her heart gave out to the boy, she tried to do everything she could for him. But all she saw was the rapists looks in him. It was custom that she would never marry again, having had a child without a husband, so she ran off to the closest place she knew she could be free from all of her pains; Terre De Ange.
In the years to come, as the boy grew older, and he grew sick from a cough he had developed on the boat. Aathmika tried everything she could to help the young boy, only months old. Stephán sent for the closest Yeshuite doctors, but all that they told them to do was to give him warm fluids to break the cough.
Aathmika and the handsome D’Angeline took in women and children to give them guidance or a good meal. But the affection that grew between the two of them could not be barred for much longer. Stephán’s hands would linger longer on her hips as he passed behind her in the pantry, Aathmika’s smile grew more bright, but her eyes holding a soft hunger that he of Cereus house knew. In time the fire in his loins was unbearable and with a gentle pull at her waist she succumbed to his wants, and her desires. Weeks later Aathmika tells Stephán she’s pregnant and they harbor their secret together.
Eight months into the pregnancy, Aathmika’s first child, succumbs to his sickness, passing to Elua’s hands in the night. The morning they woke up, Stephán and Aathmika go to wake him up, but his lips are blue and his small hands cold. Aathmika cried for the un wanted child even though she loved him very much. They laid the baby boy, Akbar, to rest near a valley. Aathmika visited him twice a day and in her grief her next child was born prematurely. They named her Mehrunissa, Light of Woman. Aathmika loved the child dearly, but her heart was broken from the day Akbar died.
Stephán saw the sadness in Aathmika’s heart and eyes, and knew that this small house was not a well suitable place for his daughter to grow up in. They soon traveled to the great City of Elua, where they bought a small townhouse to live. Aathmika took up gardening in the back, where she grew beautiful flowers to sell on Nights Doorstep for extra money to spoil her daughter with. Stephán took clients every few weeks, despite Aathmika’s feelings to support his family and the tutors that he was planning to give to Mehrunissa.
Mehrunissa turned three, and she began to read the arts, poetry and theatre. The knowledge came quick to her, and she would have nothing else to do but want to learn about them but was forced to learn her histories and mathmatics and other literature. Stephán had the best tutors come and teach her while Aathmika taught her the womanly duties of sewing, and cleanliness and soon cooking by eight. Mehrunissas skill in needlework was exemplary, but there was something that sparked her interest at the Tsingano dancers in the street.
It wasn’t long before she went out one day to them, and watched their movements, counting their steps, mimicking them in her mind, memorizing every step for hours so when she got home, she would hike her skirts up to her knees, stand in her mothers tall mirror and re make the dances of the Tsinganos. Her mother caught her one day, and reported it to Stephán complaining of how unlady like it was for her to be dancing like this. Stephán agreed, but while Aathmika was away selling her flowers for the spring, Stephán watched his daughter dance with the Tsingano and seeing the loveliest smile on her face. He hired another few tutors for her to teach Mehrunissa to tumble and dance with grace and dignity. But Aathmika found out too soon.
Mehrunissa watched her mother sail away when she was ten. Sail away on a large ship set for her home, Khebbel-Im-Akkad. There was a hard lump in her throat that soon made its way into her heart that day, when Stephán and Mehrunissa traveled back home. Now she was alone in this large world, nothing but her father and her dance...Which is what she turned to.
Taking her sadness, anguish, tears and hate she turned herself into a dancing protegee. Her short child legs soon developed into long lean dancer legs as she surpassed her teachers and balanced like an angel on stilts. Stephán hardly saw his sad daughter, and when they talked she became short and curt. It was than that he gave her the idea of being a dancer for entertainment, to show off her talent that she had honed out of her anger and create beautiful things for others. It took little convincing for Mehrunissa to travel with her father to the Dowayne of the Eglantine house. She could not stand being in that house full of the woman that abandoned her. Maybe now she could be free with her dancing, the one thing she truly cared for and knew that would not leave her.
Age: 15
Height: 5’ 6”
Race (Lineage Origin): Khebbel-Im-Akkad/ D’ Angeline (Akkadian/Nammare)
Gender: Female
Home Province: Khebbel-Im-Akkad
Appearance: Mehrunissa is of a natural stature standing at a lovely 5 foot 6 inches with a delicate pear shape. With the skin is the color of sand, the dark color of her Akkadian mother mixing with the soft and supple skin of her D’Angeline father to create this color. Proportionate in most ways, her shoulders round out just shy of her hips which fall under a long waist and go into long legs shaped by long hours of dancing. Her arms taper down from her shoulders to the gentle knobs of her elbows and her slender wrists with small hands and long artistic fingers pricked too many times by needles.
Mehrunissa has a soft oval face, her cheeks more plump but the underlying cheekbones are prominent and give her a soft sallow to them. A gentle chin is below dramatic full lips with a full cupids bow just waiting to be parted to show her ivory teeth. A gentle nose was picked up from the D’Angeline side of her heritage instead of the strong nose of an Akkadian. Creating a gentle slope up to the planes of her smooth forehead, adorned with thick, well arched and groomed eyebrows to accent the large eyes of an Akkadian. Gifted with the piercing stare of an exotic place, peridot colored eyes look out at you with shoots of dark emerald flowing through them like sun rays from the pupil.
History: With his marque made from the Night Court House of Cereus, Mehrunnissa’s father, Stephán nó Cereus was so enlightened in his faith by Elua that he decided to follow in his footsteps; To walk the world and touch others with his peace and happiness. Stephán traveled to the near border of Terre De Ange close to Caerdicca Unitas to put up his building to cater to the poor.
When he had finally traveled to his destination Stephán traveled into the wild, where he was setting his place to see the way the people were living around him and was willing to open his arms to them. With the money that he had saved up after making his marque that other patrons had given him he bought a home with two floors. Here he made beds in the top floor, a room for a bathroom and downstairs a kitchen with a large table and an ample pantry that never emptied.
It wasn’t until his third year into his new lifestyle that he swayed from his ways of giving. In the middle of the day that there was a clamor that interrupted his cleaning where he went downstairs to figure out what was going on. A young woman in a full cover was in the doorway with a young child in tow. She smelt of sea water, the strong salt crusted onto her clothes.. Stephán gently bowed his head to the woman, splayed his arms open to show she could come in, and when she did he shut the door behind her before going over to the woman and asking her name. “Aathmika,” She responded and with her gentle voice she had captured his heart.
Aathmika was with child when she was planning her get-a-way from Khebbel-Im Akkad, having been raped and the seed catching to create what she believed was a boy. In nine months time, she gave birth to a young boy, with dark skin and the features of a pure blood Akkadian. Her heart gave out to the boy, she tried to do everything she could for him. But all she saw was the rapists looks in him. It was custom that she would never marry again, having had a child without a husband, so she ran off to the closest place she knew she could be free from all of her pains; Terre De Ange.
In the years to come, as the boy grew older, and he grew sick from a cough he had developed on the boat. Aathmika tried everything she could to help the young boy, only months old. Stephán sent for the closest Yeshuite doctors, but all that they told them to do was to give him warm fluids to break the cough.
Aathmika and the handsome D’Angeline took in women and children to give them guidance or a good meal. But the affection that grew between the two of them could not be barred for much longer. Stephán’s hands would linger longer on her hips as he passed behind her in the pantry, Aathmika’s smile grew more bright, but her eyes holding a soft hunger that he of Cereus house knew. In time the fire in his loins was unbearable and with a gentle pull at her waist she succumbed to his wants, and her desires. Weeks later Aathmika tells Stephán she’s pregnant and they harbor their secret together.
Eight months into the pregnancy, Aathmika’s first child, succumbs to his sickness, passing to Elua’s hands in the night. The morning they woke up, Stephán and Aathmika go to wake him up, but his lips are blue and his small hands cold. Aathmika cried for the un wanted child even though she loved him very much. They laid the baby boy, Akbar, to rest near a valley. Aathmika visited him twice a day and in her grief her next child was born prematurely. They named her Mehrunissa, Light of Woman. Aathmika loved the child dearly, but her heart was broken from the day Akbar died.
Stephán saw the sadness in Aathmika’s heart and eyes, and knew that this small house was not a well suitable place for his daughter to grow up in. They soon traveled to the great City of Elua, where they bought a small townhouse to live. Aathmika took up gardening in the back, where she grew beautiful flowers to sell on Nights Doorstep for extra money to spoil her daughter with. Stephán took clients every few weeks, despite Aathmika’s feelings to support his family and the tutors that he was planning to give to Mehrunissa.
Mehrunissa turned three, and she began to read the arts, poetry and theatre. The knowledge came quick to her, and she would have nothing else to do but want to learn about them but was forced to learn her histories and mathmatics and other literature. Stephán had the best tutors come and teach her while Aathmika taught her the womanly duties of sewing, and cleanliness and soon cooking by eight. Mehrunissas skill in needlework was exemplary, but there was something that sparked her interest at the Tsingano dancers in the street.
It wasn’t long before she went out one day to them, and watched their movements, counting their steps, mimicking them in her mind, memorizing every step for hours so when she got home, she would hike her skirts up to her knees, stand in her mothers tall mirror and re make the dances of the Tsinganos. Her mother caught her one day, and reported it to Stephán complaining of how unlady like it was for her to be dancing like this. Stephán agreed, but while Aathmika was away selling her flowers for the spring, Stephán watched his daughter dance with the Tsingano and seeing the loveliest smile on her face. He hired another few tutors for her to teach Mehrunissa to tumble and dance with grace and dignity. But Aathmika found out too soon.
Mehrunissa watched her mother sail away when she was ten. Sail away on a large ship set for her home, Khebbel-Im-Akkad. There was a hard lump in her throat that soon made its way into her heart that day, when Stephán and Mehrunissa traveled back home. Now she was alone in this large world, nothing but her father and her dance...Which is what she turned to.
Taking her sadness, anguish, tears and hate she turned herself into a dancing protegee. Her short child legs soon developed into long lean dancer legs as she surpassed her teachers and balanced like an angel on stilts. Stephán hardly saw his sad daughter, and when they talked she became short and curt. It was than that he gave her the idea of being a dancer for entertainment, to show off her talent that she had honed out of her anger and create beautiful things for others. It took little convincing for Mehrunissa to travel with her father to the Dowayne of the Eglantine house. She could not stand being in that house full of the woman that abandoned her. Maybe now she could be free with her dancing, the one thing she truly cared for and knew that would not leave her.