Username:
~Nani~
Name:
Zara
Age:
Twenty one
Gender:
Female
Occupation:
Jewelry maker
Brief Personality:
Typically, Zara is an extremely reserved young woman who doesn’t like to stir up problems with people around her. She can be quite timid, shy, and quiet, but occasionally, she’ll have a moment where she reverts back to her innocent child-like, state of joy and optimism. Ever since the age of seventeen, she’s had a strong fear of men, but through time, she has been able to tolerate speaking with them, even if it’s simply a few words – any more than that, and she risks going into a fit of agonizing fear. Unlike most other young women her age, she is a bit of an oddball being that she prefers not to dance anymore or flaunt her flirtatiously at the young men. Should anyone place a hand on her, she’ll immediately cringe away from them, and always finds it hard to hold eye contact when someone is addressing her. However, after what happened to her in the past, some people from the caravan see her as a disgusting piece of trash, treating her as though she’s a leper and casting her away with harsh comments and nasty remarks that scar her just as much as the actual event that caused it all – this is also one of the reasons as to why she doesn’t like to spend much time around the other members of the caravan. On a normal day, she will spend some time with her aunt creating jewelry in their wagon before finishing up for the day and spending some time alone in a nearby forest away from everyone else.
History (optional)
When Zara was young – around the age of five – her mother was brutally beaten and murdered by her own husband after he discovered the idea that she had been sneaking around with another one of the men from the caravan who he also finished off with later. After the rest of the caravan discovered the news, Zara’s father was banished from the group, leaving her behind with her aunt and uncle. The two of them never had children of their own, but they cared for Zara as though she was their true daughter and did their best to raise her in that manner. However, when Zara was fifteen, she began to pick up the tradition of dancing in order to make a living. Many people would make remarks about how skillfully and gracefully she moved along with the beats of the tambourine, describing it as though she “had learned how to captivate people’s attention just with a single flick of her hips”. For a couple of years, this was her life—dancing. It was all she had hope for in her future, and all she planned on doing for as long as she lived. When she danced, it was like she had found a portal through which she could vent all of her elaborate emotions and feelings, all the while producing a masterpiece of art through her movements. However, this all changed one day when things had gone a bit too far. By the age of seventeen, she was used to having village men stop and stare at her for a moment, amazed by her skills –or perhaps just mesmerized by her young, lean body as well – but it was one particular group of those men who drastically warped her outlook on everything and made her question all the things she believed to be true. Almost as though they knew exactly when to strike – and Zara truly believed they did – they approached her after the rest of her group had taken off to pack up for the day. At a quick glance, they appeared to be handsome, friendly young men who Zara was more than happy to speak with, but after only a couple of moments had dragged on, she immediately took note of how their attractive charm was simply there in order to mask something far more horrendous – their true intentions with her. Long story short, when she returned to the camp, sobbing and dying of misery, she never was the same fiery girl she once had been before. Never again did she trust people quite so easily, and for a long while just the sight of a man was enough to make her cringe in fear, shrieking and breaking down into tears of terror and distress, nor did she ever dance again. It was almost as though her entire self had died on that particular day, leaving behind a ghostly girl who never could return to her previous state of happiness or leave behind those horrible, horrible memories.
Description:
Zara isn’t really extremely tall, but her body is slender, yet curvy and covered with a layer of glowing, tan skin. Her thick, dark hair reaches down to around her mid back, swirling in full, rich waves that cascade over her shoulders and along her back in shimmering ripples of dark, nearly black, shades of brown, and a vividly color sash, a beaded headpiece, or any other kind of accessory can almost always be seen tied around her head. Her legs are rather long and elegant, and her body is well shaped with an hourglass figure that she obtained after a couple of years of dancing, but she likes to keep as much of her skin covered by her loose dresses, and almost always has gold and silver bracelets, earrings, and necklaces chiming with her movements. However, her face, although considered beautiful with her radiant skin, nicely curved nose and long, thick lashes, and plump, rosy lips seems to always carry a pain filled atmosphere mostly predominant within the deep pools of her light, olive green eyes.
~Nani~
Name:
Zara
Age:
Twenty one
Gender:
Female
Occupation:
Jewelry maker
Brief Personality:
Typically, Zara is an extremely reserved young woman who doesn’t like to stir up problems with people around her. She can be quite timid, shy, and quiet, but occasionally, she’ll have a moment where she reverts back to her innocent child-like, state of joy and optimism. Ever since the age of seventeen, she’s had a strong fear of men, but through time, she has been able to tolerate speaking with them, even if it’s simply a few words – any more than that, and she risks going into a fit of agonizing fear. Unlike most other young women her age, she is a bit of an oddball being that she prefers not to dance anymore or flaunt her flirtatiously at the young men. Should anyone place a hand on her, she’ll immediately cringe away from them, and always finds it hard to hold eye contact when someone is addressing her. However, after what happened to her in the past, some people from the caravan see her as a disgusting piece of trash, treating her as though she’s a leper and casting her away with harsh comments and nasty remarks that scar her just as much as the actual event that caused it all – this is also one of the reasons as to why she doesn’t like to spend much time around the other members of the caravan. On a normal day, she will spend some time with her aunt creating jewelry in their wagon before finishing up for the day and spending some time alone in a nearby forest away from everyone else.
History (optional)
When Zara was young – around the age of five – her mother was brutally beaten and murdered by her own husband after he discovered the idea that she had been sneaking around with another one of the men from the caravan who he also finished off with later. After the rest of the caravan discovered the news, Zara’s father was banished from the group, leaving her behind with her aunt and uncle. The two of them never had children of their own, but they cared for Zara as though she was their true daughter and did their best to raise her in that manner. However, when Zara was fifteen, she began to pick up the tradition of dancing in order to make a living. Many people would make remarks about how skillfully and gracefully she moved along with the beats of the tambourine, describing it as though she “had learned how to captivate people’s attention just with a single flick of her hips”. For a couple of years, this was her life—dancing. It was all she had hope for in her future, and all she planned on doing for as long as she lived. When she danced, it was like she had found a portal through which she could vent all of her elaborate emotions and feelings, all the while producing a masterpiece of art through her movements. However, this all changed one day when things had gone a bit too far. By the age of seventeen, she was used to having village men stop and stare at her for a moment, amazed by her skills –or perhaps just mesmerized by her young, lean body as well – but it was one particular group of those men who drastically warped her outlook on everything and made her question all the things she believed to be true. Almost as though they knew exactly when to strike – and Zara truly believed they did – they approached her after the rest of her group had taken off to pack up for the day. At a quick glance, they appeared to be handsome, friendly young men who Zara was more than happy to speak with, but after only a couple of moments had dragged on, she immediately took note of how their attractive charm was simply there in order to mask something far more horrendous – their true intentions with her. Long story short, when she returned to the camp, sobbing and dying of misery, she never was the same fiery girl she once had been before. Never again did she trust people quite so easily, and for a long while just the sight of a man was enough to make her cringe in fear, shrieking and breaking down into tears of terror and distress, nor did she ever dance again. It was almost as though her entire self had died on that particular day, leaving behind a ghostly girl who never could return to her previous state of happiness or leave behind those horrible, horrible memories.
Description:
Zara isn’t really extremely tall, but her body is slender, yet curvy and covered with a layer of glowing, tan skin. Her thick, dark hair reaches down to around her mid back, swirling in full, rich waves that cascade over her shoulders and along her back in shimmering ripples of dark, nearly black, shades of brown, and a vividly color sash, a beaded headpiece, or any other kind of accessory can almost always be seen tied around her head. Her legs are rather long and elegant, and her body is well shaped with an hourglass figure that she obtained after a couple of years of dancing, but she likes to keep as much of her skin covered by her loose dresses, and almost always has gold and silver bracelets, earrings, and necklaces chiming with her movements. However, her face, although considered beautiful with her radiant skin, nicely curved nose and long, thick lashes, and plump, rosy lips seems to always carry a pain filled atmosphere mostly predominant within the deep pools of her light, olive green eyes.
((**Credit for the picture goes to Nichol Cadet ** But I also plan on creating my own version of the picture, so this should be temporary.
ALSO I should have my male character up sometime in the morning :P))
