Post by Merrin on Nov 28, 2009 17:11:10 GMT 10
Name: Miran Finira
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Half Human Half Mazoku
Appearance:
Anime: The Slayers
Canon? No
History: Miran was born to a human father and a mazoku mother, when she was a baby after having her her mother ran away never to be seen agian. Rumors were that her mother had died at the hands of a dragon or a human. She grew up with her father in a small village not knowing that she was half mazoku, though her ears were pointed she thought nothing of it. As a young child (4 to 8) she was very happy helping her father out on the farm and was always smiling and nice to the other villagers. At times however she would get angry and violent, her father always would laugh and say that she looked just like her mother. Miran would always go to sleep wondering who her mother was and what she was like, and wake up asking her father all sorts of questions like, "Was she beatiful?", "could she cook?" and "Am I as pretty as her?"
Her father would always nod and say that she was very nice and beatiful.
When Miran was 9 her world started to turn upside down. One day while she was out at the farm trolls came and attacked the village, she ran back to her fathers house to see a large troll walking out with her fathers dying body in his hand. She started to cry and kick the troll begging for him not to. She tehn started to recall a story her father told her when she was young, it was a story about a young man who used a powerfull attack called a fire bolt to destroy a troll. She closed her eyes and repeated everything the man did identicly and destroyed the troll. She ran over to her father who then told her that she was not human, and was actually half mazoku. She couldn't believe him at first but then agreed, slowly he closed his eyes and died on her lap. She ran into the house and packed a bag full of clothes and left the village.
She walked and walked until she found herself at a city, she then set out for someone who could teach her how to use magic. Eventually she found an old lady on a hill top who taught her all kinds of bad spells for destruction but also spells to heal. She told her to always use magic for good and not to join her fore fathers and use it for bad. Miran pinky promised the old lady that she would never hurt a soul with her magic unless they deserved it.
By the time she was 13 she had travelled with the old lady to many places and destroyed many monsters, she had also learnt lots of strong attacks from the old lady. Since the lady was old Miran left for a year then came back to the lady for a final year. Sadly the three years she spent with the lady would come to a halt when she decided to leave on her own. She said her goodbye's then set out on her own journey.
Personality: Miran is usually kept to her self and quiet when walking alone or with many people, during this time she is calm and kind. When she gets angry or irritated though she uses strong spells on people and looses her calm cool dimena. When she is not calm or angry she is usually normal hyper and bossy, telling people what to do and where to go.
Weapons: She has a small sword which she uses in emergency situations and for spells that require somthing to hold onto.
Ability's: Miran usually uses Sorcery spells to fight her battles, she can also use most types of minor magic such as a fire bolt. Her major attack is the Dragon Slave which she is pretty much, if angry or irritated, prepared to use on anyone or anything.
Family and Friends: Father (died when she was 9), old lady (tutor/teacher)
Roleplay Sample: Miran walked through the leafy forest, wondering if she would fight a monster today or finly die of starvation. She helf her stomoch and looked into the water.
"Ugh, definitly starvation," she said. She walked over to the small wpond and looked in, her eyes widened and drool came from her mouth, swimming around in the water was a medium sized blue, "FISH!" She screamed out thrusting her hand into the water and grabbing the fish. The looked at it with piercing eyes then ran over to a pile of sticks.
"FIRE BOLT!" She shouted and fire shot out of her hand and lit the sticks, she placed the fish inside a wrap of old cloth and then placed it onto the fire, "Oh little fishy you WILL make a good lunch for me today."
Anything else?
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Half Human Half Mazoku
Appearance:
Anime: The Slayers
Canon? No
History: Miran was born to a human father and a mazoku mother, when she was a baby after having her her mother ran away never to be seen agian. Rumors were that her mother had died at the hands of a dragon or a human. She grew up with her father in a small village not knowing that she was half mazoku, though her ears were pointed she thought nothing of it. As a young child (4 to 8) she was very happy helping her father out on the farm and was always smiling and nice to the other villagers. At times however she would get angry and violent, her father always would laugh and say that she looked just like her mother. Miran would always go to sleep wondering who her mother was and what she was like, and wake up asking her father all sorts of questions like, "Was she beatiful?", "could she cook?" and "Am I as pretty as her?"
Her father would always nod and say that she was very nice and beatiful.
When Miran was 9 her world started to turn upside down. One day while she was out at the farm trolls came and attacked the village, she ran back to her fathers house to see a large troll walking out with her fathers dying body in his hand. She started to cry and kick the troll begging for him not to. She tehn started to recall a story her father told her when she was young, it was a story about a young man who used a powerfull attack called a fire bolt to destroy a troll. She closed her eyes and repeated everything the man did identicly and destroyed the troll. She ran over to her father who then told her that she was not human, and was actually half mazoku. She couldn't believe him at first but then agreed, slowly he closed his eyes and died on her lap. She ran into the house and packed a bag full of clothes and left the village.
She walked and walked until she found herself at a city, she then set out for someone who could teach her how to use magic. Eventually she found an old lady on a hill top who taught her all kinds of bad spells for destruction but also spells to heal. She told her to always use magic for good and not to join her fore fathers and use it for bad. Miran pinky promised the old lady that she would never hurt a soul with her magic unless they deserved it.
By the time she was 13 she had travelled with the old lady to many places and destroyed many monsters, she had also learnt lots of strong attacks from the old lady. Since the lady was old Miran left for a year then came back to the lady for a final year. Sadly the three years she spent with the lady would come to a halt when she decided to leave on her own. She said her goodbye's then set out on her own journey.
Personality: Miran is usually kept to her self and quiet when walking alone or with many people, during this time she is calm and kind. When she gets angry or irritated though she uses strong spells on people and looses her calm cool dimena. When she is not calm or angry she is usually normal hyper and bossy, telling people what to do and where to go.
Weapons: She has a small sword which she uses in emergency situations and for spells that require somthing to hold onto.
Ability's: Miran usually uses Sorcery spells to fight her battles, she can also use most types of minor magic such as a fire bolt. Her major attack is the Dragon Slave which she is pretty much, if angry or irritated, prepared to use on anyone or anything.
Family and Friends: Father (died when she was 9), old lady (tutor/teacher)
Roleplay Sample: Miran walked through the leafy forest, wondering if she would fight a monster today or finly die of starvation. She helf her stomoch and looked into the water.
"Ugh, definitly starvation," she said. She walked over to the small wpond and looked in, her eyes widened and drool came from her mouth, swimming around in the water was a medium sized blue, "FISH!" She screamed out thrusting her hand into the water and grabbing the fish. The looked at it with piercing eyes then ran over to a pile of sticks.
"FIRE BOLT!" She shouted and fire shot out of her hand and lit the sticks, she placed the fish inside a wrap of old cloth and then placed it onto the fire, "Oh little fishy you WILL make a good lunch for me today."
Anything else?