Post by zaira on Oct 5, 2009 10:05:32 GMT -6
Name:
Zaira Lynn Mesranger
Age:
35 years of age
Gender:
Female
Race:
Centaur
Hails From:
Temarra
Ranking:
Healer
Weapons:
A sword her father made her take to protect herself
Abilities:
The use of some white magic,
And she can create healing potions.
Companions:
Niyla – an animal-shifter that was original a white Red-tailed hawk
That usually takes form of a white horse to match Zaira.
or that of a wolf
His element is the powers focus on that of FIRE and ICE
Hawk ->click<-
Horse ->click<-
Wolf ->click<-
Occupation:
Appearance: ->click<-
Her body is a work of art, a delicate form of her breed. Although of the centaur race she is shorter then most females, standing at 5’7 at her shoulders tallest spot. From her horse half, where the horse’s neck might be, her human body branches off. Her figure was sculpted to perfection, although parts of her giving off a delicate flare, as if she were a flower. Her body was made so beautifully it looked as if she wasn’t a centaur that she would look unnatural. Her figure curved in all the right places and toned where it counted. Her horse have is just as magnificent the perfect picture of a beautiful young mare.
The fur coat that covers the horse portion of her body is a color of pure white, tainted with brown and black spots. Down her legs the spots began to crowd together, making a dirty silver look. Her tail matches it all, but giving the tips of the tail a brownish black finish; her hooves are a few different colors. The front left is that if a pinkish silver, where the right one is a solid black; her back right hoof and her left one are the same however the color of tainted silver with a black gloss finish, making her body an even more unique package. Her main is none existence for the head of the horse is not apart of her body . Her skin color stands even matches with the white color that covers the horse half, because it is a pale Caucasian-looking type of skin. Every feature of the girl is a delicate ideal body of a female centaur, able to even taunt the species outside of her own. Her hands, are also delicate and small able to slip any where she pleases to grab herbs.
Eyes on her face give an innocent look to her face and body, being a piercing, and dark sapphire blue. Many would take one look into her eyes and think that they were looking into the face of a pure bred angelic. The other features on her face a soft in comparison to the normal centaur, although her cheek sits at a sharp angle. Eyebrows thin but not like a pencil; no they look natural not like the makeup humans put on. And finally her hair makes up for the mane that her horse counterpart lacks. Reaching the mid-back of her human back, always swaying gently in a small breeze, the color matched the spots that cover her horse body, and dark brownish black color. Her habit of brushing it with the ivory brush her mother gave her for her 18th birthday.
Only one flaw taints her figure, on the human body. Her left side has a gray looking scar that runs from the middle of her rib cage to the shoulder part of the horse body.
Personality:
Anyone you meet that has met Zaira will tell you the same thing, but they don’t really know her or what he is really like. They will call her the look of an angel but with a shell that is hard to break, but they will tell you she is someone that will make you smile just by looking at her. And when first meeting her she is very shy and soft spoken.
But what they don’t know is that she is an angelic soul. She is more outgoing than you typical healer centaur and a free spirit when it comes to her way. She is a funny flirt that never really got down the flirt part. You can call her a spiritual healer, yet artistic. You can tell this when she makes spells and potions making sure they have difference in color or an image in the healing effect. When you get past her shyness she’s quite the out-going girl. But the young centaur is not sure what to take to when it comes to the belief in the after life or what to think of certain situations
History:
Zaria was born into a sparing family of Centaurs. Her mother a pure white mare with silver hair and blue eyes, the perfect centaur at her age, her name matched her beauty, Aislinn the name that means dream. Her side of the family carried the perfect genes for a healer, even the males became renounced healers. But her father was the opposite, a black stallion with a silver sock on his front right leg, with black hair that goes to his mid-back, Andrej, a mean meaning his purpose Warrior. His family genes produced the most famous warriors, mainly males, but the females took to it as well.
Two complete opposites, makes you wonder how they came together. But I guess opposites really do attract. So you can imagine the world Zaira was brought into, when she was born her father was slightly disappointed hoping his first child would be a son. But he would deal, wanting whatever child he was given to be a warrior, Aislinn wouldn’t have it she wanted her daughter a healer but was willing to let her choose the path she wanted. Andrej, didn’t want to let her choose trying to force her into the life style and training of a warrior.
Ever since she turned the age of 6, her father would take her to be in training. Zaira would fight her father, wanting to learn with her mother about the true nature of a healer. But her father wouldn’t have it training her till she could no longer stand or lift the sword her father gave her. One day she was doing something wrong as she spared with her colt friend, and her father pushed the young colt out of the way. Coming at her with a sword thinking his daughter would reached well and block every blow, unfortunately she did not. Her mother only heard the scream of her daughter and the sound of their canter before she knew what had happened. Ever since that tail of events at the age of 13 her mother forbade the training of being a warrior and the scar is a reminder of that day.
So her mother got her wish, a young healer on her hands, eager to learn everything possible. But she always seemed to prance around, and chase anything she could find like a young filly would do. Her mother just shook her head and let her get back to the job she started when she wanted. As she grew older she found healing more fun and became very artistic with it, finding that certain flowers wouldn’t effect the potion but turn it a beautiful color, making her gain the name of Artist. She also found that her white magic was very powerful in the art of healing and discovered if you say a small word the magic sent a design on the wound making it colorful and “pretty” as it healed the would.
At the age of 20 she decided that she would wander the world to find other herbs and flower to make potions, as well as getting away from the rivalry that her grandparents had. Ever since then she has wander from place to place. Finding her strength growing with her healing and magic, from job to job, just surviving, but lately she’s been longing for someone to be with, maybe she will find someone..
Zaira Lynn Mesranger
Age:
35 years of age
Gender:
Female
Race:
Centaur
Hails From:
Temarra
Ranking:
Healer
Weapons:
A sword her father made her take to protect herself
Abilities:
The use of some white magic,
And she can create healing potions.
Companions:
Niyla – an animal-shifter that was original a white Red-tailed hawk
That usually takes form of a white horse to match Zaira.
or that of a wolf
His element is the powers focus on that of FIRE and ICE
Hawk ->click<-
Horse ->click<-
Wolf ->click<-
Occupation:
Appearance: ->click<-
Her body is a work of art, a delicate form of her breed. Although of the centaur race she is shorter then most females, standing at 5’7 at her shoulders tallest spot. From her horse half, where the horse’s neck might be, her human body branches off. Her figure was sculpted to perfection, although parts of her giving off a delicate flare, as if she were a flower. Her body was made so beautifully it looked as if she wasn’t a centaur that she would look unnatural. Her figure curved in all the right places and toned where it counted. Her horse have is just as magnificent the perfect picture of a beautiful young mare.
The fur coat that covers the horse portion of her body is a color of pure white, tainted with brown and black spots. Down her legs the spots began to crowd together, making a dirty silver look. Her tail matches it all, but giving the tips of the tail a brownish black finish; her hooves are a few different colors. The front left is that if a pinkish silver, where the right one is a solid black; her back right hoof and her left one are the same however the color of tainted silver with a black gloss finish, making her body an even more unique package. Her main is none existence for the head of the horse is not apart of her body . Her skin color stands even matches with the white color that covers the horse half, because it is a pale Caucasian-looking type of skin. Every feature of the girl is a delicate ideal body of a female centaur, able to even taunt the species outside of her own. Her hands, are also delicate and small able to slip any where she pleases to grab herbs.
Eyes on her face give an innocent look to her face and body, being a piercing, and dark sapphire blue. Many would take one look into her eyes and think that they were looking into the face of a pure bred angelic. The other features on her face a soft in comparison to the normal centaur, although her cheek sits at a sharp angle. Eyebrows thin but not like a pencil; no they look natural not like the makeup humans put on. And finally her hair makes up for the mane that her horse counterpart lacks. Reaching the mid-back of her human back, always swaying gently in a small breeze, the color matched the spots that cover her horse body, and dark brownish black color. Her habit of brushing it with the ivory brush her mother gave her for her 18th birthday.
Only one flaw taints her figure, on the human body. Her left side has a gray looking scar that runs from the middle of her rib cage to the shoulder part of the horse body.
Personality:
Anyone you meet that has met Zaira will tell you the same thing, but they don’t really know her or what he is really like. They will call her the look of an angel but with a shell that is hard to break, but they will tell you she is someone that will make you smile just by looking at her. And when first meeting her she is very shy and soft spoken.
But what they don’t know is that she is an angelic soul. She is more outgoing than you typical healer centaur and a free spirit when it comes to her way. She is a funny flirt that never really got down the flirt part. You can call her a spiritual healer, yet artistic. You can tell this when she makes spells and potions making sure they have difference in color or an image in the healing effect. When you get past her shyness she’s quite the out-going girl. But the young centaur is not sure what to take to when it comes to the belief in the after life or what to think of certain situations
History:
Zaria was born into a sparing family of Centaurs. Her mother a pure white mare with silver hair and blue eyes, the perfect centaur at her age, her name matched her beauty, Aislinn the name that means dream. Her side of the family carried the perfect genes for a healer, even the males became renounced healers. But her father was the opposite, a black stallion with a silver sock on his front right leg, with black hair that goes to his mid-back, Andrej, a mean meaning his purpose Warrior. His family genes produced the most famous warriors, mainly males, but the females took to it as well.
Two complete opposites, makes you wonder how they came together. But I guess opposites really do attract. So you can imagine the world Zaira was brought into, when she was born her father was slightly disappointed hoping his first child would be a son. But he would deal, wanting whatever child he was given to be a warrior, Aislinn wouldn’t have it she wanted her daughter a healer but was willing to let her choose the path she wanted. Andrej, didn’t want to let her choose trying to force her into the life style and training of a warrior.
Ever since she turned the age of 6, her father would take her to be in training. Zaira would fight her father, wanting to learn with her mother about the true nature of a healer. But her father wouldn’t have it training her till she could no longer stand or lift the sword her father gave her. One day she was doing something wrong as she spared with her colt friend, and her father pushed the young colt out of the way. Coming at her with a sword thinking his daughter would reached well and block every blow, unfortunately she did not. Her mother only heard the scream of her daughter and the sound of their canter before she knew what had happened. Ever since that tail of events at the age of 13 her mother forbade the training of being a warrior and the scar is a reminder of that day.
So her mother got her wish, a young healer on her hands, eager to learn everything possible. But she always seemed to prance around, and chase anything she could find like a young filly would do. Her mother just shook her head and let her get back to the job she started when she wanted. As she grew older she found healing more fun and became very artistic with it, finding that certain flowers wouldn’t effect the potion but turn it a beautiful color, making her gain the name of Artist. She also found that her white magic was very powerful in the art of healing and discovered if you say a small word the magic sent a design on the wound making it colorful and “pretty” as it healed the would.
At the age of 20 she decided that she would wander the world to find other herbs and flower to make potions, as well as getting away from the rivalry that her grandparents had. Ever since then she has wander from place to place. Finding her strength growing with her healing and magic, from job to job, just surviving, but lately she’s been longing for someone to be with, maybe she will find someone..