by carmineflyer » Wed Jul 17, 2013 12:04 am
Name ; Yasimi, which means "desert rose."
gender ; Female
age ; 18
personality ; Yasimi isn't shy, but she doesn't speak often, but when she does, there is something in her voice that makes you want to stop and listen. Yasimi is clever, but hides that fact, for she is not vain. She wishes to remain unseen most of the time, the person in the background of every scene, she has learned much, and is very insightful.
story (including her cloth, something demented, bones, and a tin can. be as creative as you'd like with this -- just dont make it too crazy!) ;
Summary: (its a really long story)
Yasimi was born to a group of wandering JMD, who sought the pursuit of knowledge, a rare occurrence, since most JMD don't travel together. However, this group was almost completely wiped out by another JMD group, Yasimi the only survivor. She was horrified at what she though was her fault; the group had remained virtually unknown until Yasimi had fallen in love with an outside JMD, Ekon. This JMD had happily joined Yasimi's tribe, but his family hadn't approved of Yasimi and had destroyed her tribe to try and get their son back. They would have never normally done this, but they a tad demented and the moldy bunny they had had for dinner didn't help. However Ekon had fallen while trying to protect Yasimi, giving his life so she could escape. Yasimi, horrified at what had happened, seeing the bones of her family, took her mother's beads and tied them on to blood-red cloth, which she put on her front legs and tail to always reminder her of that horrible day, and how she had caused it. She also tied one around her month so she wouldn't ever speak of the horrors. For a time she could hardly keep herself alive due to the depression and grief she was suffering. She was only kept alive by a kind healing JMD, who nursed her over the 3 years she was in this state. Finally, once over her grief enough to function once more, she was taught by that JMD to fully use her healing powers. Turning to helping people with her healing, she has stayed in the shadows, swearing never to fight a battle again and living on only what she could fit into a small tin can, one of the only things salvaged out of the battle.
Excerpt: (this is a small piece of the story that I took out, its when Yasimi is grieving over Ekon's death)
My paws drag at the earth, it can barley be called walking anymore. I slump down in patch of dirt, head in my paws, hoping that today will be the day I can finally join my family and Ekon. To be released. I have convinced myself it would be the best thing for me now, though I won't deny that I am scared of death. But to be with Ekon again... I would do anything. I would shut my eyes, to sleep, and wait, but then I would only see the battle. I decided my vision is already blurred enough, from tears maybe. But I can still see the form of the dragon approach. One of Ekon's family? I know some of them survived the battle. I hope so, for then my end will be insured. When a warm light spreads through my body, I know I have died. I can see Ekon, a few steps away from me. I try to run to him, but my body won't move. I can see him smile, shake his head and fade away. The warm light spreads, and suddenly, I realize what pulled me back. Someone is healing me. No! I want to scream, Let me go! Release me! My eyesight clears and I see my rescuer, if that word can really be used. But they haven't rescued me. They've condemned me to a life I have no will to lead anymore.
art (3 pieces maximum; one must be made by you, this is optional, but it does heighten your chances) ; WIP
I hope my story isn't too crazy, but I had to fit the tin can and something demented in somehow. Anyway, good luck to all who enter!
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carmineflyer on Mon Jul 22, 2013 8:37 am, edited 3 times in total.
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