Post by Raqiyah Neshala on Jan 18, 2014 8:08:21 GMT
Raqiyah Deon Neshala
Female | Forty | Bi-Sexual Curious | Naga | Unknown
Female | Forty | Bi-Sexual Curious | Naga | Unknown
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FULL NAME: Raqiyah Deon Neshala
NICKNAMES: Silent Serpent, The Misinformed, The Tribal Godmother, The Albino Naga
AGE: Forty, looks about twenty as a human
ALLIANCE: No realistic alliance
GENDER: Female
RACE: Naga
CLASS: B
PLAY BY: (Original) By Banyex: Lamia banyex.deviantart.com/art/lamia2-358398431
WILL YOU BREAK THE MIRROR?
HEIGHT: 7 Feet
BODY TYPE: Thin
HAIR COLOR: Pink
EYE COLOR: Red
SKIN TONE: White(Pale), including her tail
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A red mark across her right cheek, patterns all across her tail, very light scars going down her back, they are very hard to see from her pale skin
METAL AND INK: A shoulder armor and a little locket going around her waist
OTHER FORM: Human
OVERALL: Raqiyah, in the most simplest way, could be seen as a beautiful rare snake with a poisonous bite. Being at around 6 foot in her human form, she has pink hair, reaching down around to her bottom, and a curvy waist due to her slender form. On her back, hidden by her dress, are very light scars from her early slavery days, hidden by natural growing and her pale skin.
In her Naga form, she can take on a standing height of 7 foot, disregarding the other 4 foot of tail that would slither behind her. She naturally adorns a Japanese sort of dress, with a diamond cut to show a little bit of the chest, along with a pair of elbow gloves and the dresses skirt to bring it down below her waist. She wears no shoes or socks, considering that she has a tail she never finds the time to put them on or the need to do it.
strapped to her side is a small brass locket, containing the picture of her deceased father, her mother being dead long before the picture was taken, while wrapped around her waist sits three swords, ready to be unsheathed behind her to slash at will.
DON'T GIVE ME THAT ATTITUDE.
NOTABLE QUALITIES:
Albino: She has been born with the rarity of an albino, something hard for snakes to obtain as it is, let alone Naga
Street Smart: She has grown up in some of the worst conditions and places, and has learned to play dirty and use tricks to stay alive.
Loyal: She has learned to trust who she has. In return, she is willing to protect what little she has left.
Cheater Cheater: No one likes it, yet everyone’s bound to do it at some point. She learned it from her father while playing card games, and ever since she has cheated in order to win those games, it is so bad that even she doesn’t notice it anymore.
Wise: Although she may have grown up without books or much more than a high-school education, she knows her information and standpoints. She understands that there are things in the world that can’t be learned from a book and things that there can be, she just never obtained a book to learn the other half of knowledge.
INTERESTS:
Scenery: It was never quite understood why, but she loved to design and make places look.. “Beautiful” and loved the different decorations and life styles of different people.
Romantic Scenes: Besides the scenery, she has always wondered what romance was like, because she had never experienced a relationship or a love interest. She had seen some shows and movies about romance, but doesn’t really believe that is how it works.
Snow: Although practically being a cold blooded Yajuu, she has always wonders what snow was like, how it’s made, and why it’s so cold compared to warm rain.
Card Games: It was a hobby of her fathers, among many things. Card Games and bets often times go together. She loves to play bets, and so naturally, card games are an easy and (Mostly safe) way to place those bets. Just, don’t tell her she cheats…
FLAWS:
Stubborn: Having been raised up by her father, she has grown up to be quite a pain when it comes to apposing opinions, and will stick to her words even if it might kill her.
Too Obvious: She couldn’t blend into a crowd even if she bet her life on it. She often times can’t hide her forked tongue, she reacts to people behind her when most wouldn’t even know they were there, and she has a hard time walking like a human would.
Sshhiinnyy: She likes her shiny things, almost a little too much, as she will often times get distracted by a shiny object or item.
It’s a Humans “Best” friend!: She has a hard time making friends, mostly human friends, due to a fact that she can’t get over her hate against the Iustus and what they have done to her and her father.
LIKES:
Foliage: She likes the ability to hide, she likes natural areas, and she loves to be able to slip away without anyone noticing.
Swords: She loves her weapons just as much as she loves her card games, but in more specific terms, she likes to use swords as her weapon of choice, as they can be elegant, light, and can easily slice metal if sharp enough.
Bunnies: Their cute, fluffy, and easy to pick up and eat… What more could you ask for from a rodent?
DISLIKES:
Humans: As stated before, she isn’t real fond of humans, and has a hard time getting over her fear and hatred. She will often try to avoid talking to humans if possible.
Pavement: It hurts her scales and feet in order to go across this manmade creation, although she will endure it if she needs to.
Lies: She hates liars, but only when other people lie, it is disrespectful to her loyalty and trust, and shows a bad name (Even if she lies herself).
Physical Labor: She, although exercises every day like an Olympian, is about as lazy as a pot belly pig that just ate and weighed 500 pounds.
FEARS:
Humans: As a famous quote could say, you often fear what you hate. She fears that humans will one day find her and finish what they started back in her slavery years.
Torture: Due to her past life, she is not very fond of torture or the unintentional harming of others for the sole purpose of doing it or to get something unwanted out of them, of course recognizing the difference between torture and pain are two separate things.
Heights: She doesn’t know what it’s like to fly, and personally doesn’t like to look down the side of a building or mountain knowing that she could fall and die instantaneously without a chance of trying to live.
SECRETS:
Sexuality: She acts like she is straight, but really she is curious about both genders. We’ll just leave it at that…
Family hare loom: Like father like daughter, she carries around a pendant, containing a picture of her father, carefully placed on her hip so she knows where it is so that she doesn’t loose it.
Heart Ache: She wants to find love, but she doesn’t know who to trust, let alone who to be with. She will often try to look for it in her best attempts to even get to cuddle.
ABILITIES:
Fast reflexes: Being a Naga, she is able to react and move much faster than a normal human would.
Sword play: She knows how to use her swords effectively, and can use one sword or two swords easily and elegantly.
Haggling: Although this isn’t a physical ability, she can often times convince shops and stores to take less for more, whether peacefully or not.
Venom: She has pointed fangs instead of her canine teeth (Or the normally pointed teeth in a human) and can bite down in order to start venting venom into the bloodstream. This venom starts out as a weak sting, but turns into a limb and then a body paralyzing the longer the bite is held. In regard to the venom, she must expend much of her energy to fully paralyze a human being, as the venom is meant for small animals and to ward off medium sized threats.
OVERALL: Raqiyah could be described in many words, but we will just put her as… Headstrong. Raqiyah is kind to those who are kind to her, and trust going the same way. However when that kindness or trust is broken, it takes a large amount of effort to even reconsider her choice. This kindness and trust is also not easily given, considering she will lie and cheat her way through any game or puzzle or challenge, without even realizing she is doing it.
She in often times will stick with her words, she believes her own opinion and discloses almost any other opposition, and will argue until she either gets her way or has to run and/or fight for her life. Trying to stave an argument with her is also as much of a challenge as gaining her trust and kindness, as with stubborn-ness comes to a rather short attention span: Keeping her attention is almost impossible when something shines nearby.
Albino: She has been born with the rarity of an albino, something hard for snakes to obtain as it is, let alone Naga
Street Smart: She has grown up in some of the worst conditions and places, and has learned to play dirty and use tricks to stay alive.
Loyal: She has learned to trust who she has. In return, she is willing to protect what little she has left.
Cheater Cheater: No one likes it, yet everyone’s bound to do it at some point. She learned it from her father while playing card games, and ever since she has cheated in order to win those games, it is so bad that even she doesn’t notice it anymore.
Wise: Although she may have grown up without books or much more than a high-school education, she knows her information and standpoints. She understands that there are things in the world that can’t be learned from a book and things that there can be, she just never obtained a book to learn the other half of knowledge.
INTERESTS:
Scenery: It was never quite understood why, but she loved to design and make places look.. “Beautiful” and loved the different decorations and life styles of different people.
Romantic Scenes: Besides the scenery, she has always wondered what romance was like, because she had never experienced a relationship or a love interest. She had seen some shows and movies about romance, but doesn’t really believe that is how it works.
Snow: Although practically being a cold blooded Yajuu, she has always wonders what snow was like, how it’s made, and why it’s so cold compared to warm rain.
Card Games: It was a hobby of her fathers, among many things. Card Games and bets often times go together. She loves to play bets, and so naturally, card games are an easy and (Mostly safe) way to place those bets. Just, don’t tell her she cheats…
FLAWS:
Stubborn: Having been raised up by her father, she has grown up to be quite a pain when it comes to apposing opinions, and will stick to her words even if it might kill her.
Too Obvious: She couldn’t blend into a crowd even if she bet her life on it. She often times can’t hide her forked tongue, she reacts to people behind her when most wouldn’t even know they were there, and she has a hard time walking like a human would.
Sshhiinnyy: She likes her shiny things, almost a little too much, as she will often times get distracted by a shiny object or item.
It’s a Humans “Best” friend!: She has a hard time making friends, mostly human friends, due to a fact that she can’t get over her hate against the Iustus and what they have done to her and her father.
LIKES:
Foliage: She likes the ability to hide, she likes natural areas, and she loves to be able to slip away without anyone noticing.
Swords: She loves her weapons just as much as she loves her card games, but in more specific terms, she likes to use swords as her weapon of choice, as they can be elegant, light, and can easily slice metal if sharp enough.
Bunnies: Their cute, fluffy, and easy to pick up and eat… What more could you ask for from a rodent?
DISLIKES:
Humans: As stated before, she isn’t real fond of humans, and has a hard time getting over her fear and hatred. She will often try to avoid talking to humans if possible.
Pavement: It hurts her scales and feet in order to go across this manmade creation, although she will endure it if she needs to.
Lies: She hates liars, but only when other people lie, it is disrespectful to her loyalty and trust, and shows a bad name (Even if she lies herself).
Physical Labor: She, although exercises every day like an Olympian, is about as lazy as a pot belly pig that just ate and weighed 500 pounds.
FEARS:
Humans: As a famous quote could say, you often fear what you hate. She fears that humans will one day find her and finish what they started back in her slavery years.
Torture: Due to her past life, she is not very fond of torture or the unintentional harming of others for the sole purpose of doing it or to get something unwanted out of them, of course recognizing the difference between torture and pain are two separate things.
Heights: She doesn’t know what it’s like to fly, and personally doesn’t like to look down the side of a building or mountain knowing that she could fall and die instantaneously without a chance of trying to live.
SECRETS:
Sexuality: She acts like she is straight, but really she is curious about both genders. We’ll just leave it at that…
Family hare loom: Like father like daughter, she carries around a pendant, containing a picture of her father, carefully placed on her hip so she knows where it is so that she doesn’t loose it.
Heart Ache: She wants to find love, but she doesn’t know who to trust, let alone who to be with. She will often try to look for it in her best attempts to even get to cuddle.
ABILITIES:
Fast reflexes: Being a Naga, she is able to react and move much faster than a normal human would.
Sword play: She knows how to use her swords effectively, and can use one sword or two swords easily and elegantly.
Haggling: Although this isn’t a physical ability, she can often times convince shops and stores to take less for more, whether peacefully or not.
Venom: She has pointed fangs instead of her canine teeth (Or the normally pointed teeth in a human) and can bite down in order to start venting venom into the bloodstream. This venom starts out as a weak sting, but turns into a limb and then a body paralyzing the longer the bite is held. In regard to the venom, she must expend much of her energy to fully paralyze a human being, as the venom is meant for small animals and to ward off medium sized threats.
OVERALL: Raqiyah could be described in many words, but we will just put her as… Headstrong. Raqiyah is kind to those who are kind to her, and trust going the same way. However when that kindness or trust is broken, it takes a large amount of effort to even reconsider her choice. This kindness and trust is also not easily given, considering she will lie and cheat her way through any game or puzzle or challenge, without even realizing she is doing it.
She in often times will stick with her words, she believes her own opinion and discloses almost any other opposition, and will argue until she either gets her way or has to run and/or fight for her life. Trying to stave an argument with her is also as much of a challenge as gaining her trust and kindness, as with stubborn-ness comes to a rather short attention span: Keeping her attention is almost impossible when something shines nearby.
EVERYONE HAS THEIR SKELETONS.
MOTHER: Maiqoon Neshala
FATHER: Shal’Ragal Neshala
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER PEOPLE: None
HISTORY:When Raqiyah was born, she was born under a refugee and a shaman of a hidden tribe, both of Naga decent. For a good eight years of her life, she was able to play and learn amongst the other children, half of the children being Human and the other half Naga. This tribe was located somewhere near the lush border of Canada and the US, and was for the most part, hidden from all sides.
During her sixteenth birthday, she was given by her mother her “growth marks” or the red marks across her tail and her face, to signify her upbringing into this harsh life, and to mark her as the next shaman to her tribe. She was taught to learn who to trust and who not to from her mother, and her father taught her how to out think people, however, this was mostly in card games and other games that she played with the tribes people. Life seemed normal to her, and she learned the layout of the land much like the lessons given by her parents.
However, on a peculiar night, when the sun and the moon collided and the world shined black for just a moment (Solar eclipse) a hunting party of Iustus came about the tribe and was greeted with a bit of a small and friendly notion. However, when the Iustus found out what the tribe consisted of, the order was given to slaughter the human population in fear of being part of the resistance and to take the yajuu and children for further orders.
The tribe was heavily out teched as while the tribe had spears and swords, the hunting party had rifles and guns, and was easily wiped out. Many of the tribes people, including her mother, attempted to fight back, but was easily dispatched.
As some of the yajuu fled the village, she was caught by one of the men behind a tree. Her father, quickly tackled the man, and grabbed his daughter in a mad dash to get into the foliage. They were quickly cut off by the sound of rifles as they both were soon surrounded, one of the men, having a cigar and a grin on his face, approached by them and gave the order to take them both into slavery for trying to escape.
For the next twenty years, she and her father were put into work as slaves, her father, doing many of the hard labors of the Iustus, building homes and camps for the war effort, while she was put on as a farm hand and personal care taker. As the years dragged on, she learned from the other slaves around her about speaking and how to speak without insult, wording her sentences and other things. Her father, on the other hand, was getting older and worn out from the whipping and torture, and during his final years, he gave her a locket, and he would take a picture from a stolen camera to put something into that locket.
Within a year, her father had died, and she devised a plan to escape the hell she was in, and during the night, she obtained a knife and slit the owner’s throat, quickly and mercilessly, before freeing the rest of the slaves and making a break for the nearest forest. She would soon find a harbor city and sneak onto a transport carrier set out to the Europes. She was able to get off of the boat and end up somewhere in the overgrowth of Italy near France, living in a once abandoned home in the forest for the next four years, mostly stealing from the smaller cities and haggling to keep herself alive and well, training with her worn swords that could be questionably bought or stolen, as well as trying to keep with some of the fashions around.
LET'S MEET THE ROLEPLAYER!
ALIAS: Erokusan
AGE: Eighteen
EXPERIENCE: A good ten years of my life have been devoted to role-play
CHARACTERS: Raqiyah Neshala
SECRET CODE: chikennoodlsoup
NOTES: What would be really needed as notes? I’m in college?
RP SAMPLE: (This is a roleplay that was set in a more futuristic scenario, so don’t mind the bit of future speak XD)
-The rather short man, about 5'9, would be sitting in a chair just under his head height but just above his shoulders, an odd imperfection that the men that remade the Metal Shear put in. He would look over his command chair for a moment and sigh, shaking his head before looking up at a display of what seemed to be a large star map. Moving his hands about the display, he would zoom in on the cruisers position, docked inside Outpost 34, one of the more protected outposts in the farther reaches of space.
Glancing over this information for only a moment he would zoom the display back out to view the galaxy the outpost was in, and look for any blinks or notices of possible missions: Nothing. The man shaking his head again would move his chair back a bit and swival around to a console, taking only a moment to link a com to the Fleet Admiral, his one and only boss. As the com would crackle into life, a screen would appear in front of him, with the Fleet Admiral on it, he was a rather veteran soldier, with a large scar going across his right eye, having a 5-o'clock shadow, and dark peircing eyes.-
"This is Admiral Eroku sir, permission to ask a question?"
FA: "Permission granted, Admiral."
"Me and my crew have been sitting here for days now, is there any possible chance of a mission coming by?"
FA: "Negative Admiral, its been mighty quiet around the outpost for quite a while now."
-The man would quickly nod- "Understood sir, Admiral Eroku cutting out."
-As the man would cut the com, he would shake his head and lean back in his chair, swivaling around until he faced a much larger display of the entire cruiser statistics. Looking over it for a few moments, all the man could do was grin at the display, which has changed since a few days ago.-
"That boy just keeps changing my ship, even if it's been blown up two times in a damn row... I knew picking him was a good idea"
-He would swival back to the star map and gaze upon it.- being Admiral had its feats when it came to picking a crew, you had access to damn near everything when it came to recruiting... Hell, you could even bring up confidential information including social security numbers and what not. However, he didn't really care for that, what he did care for, though, was how the man or woman fought in combat. Anyone can fly a ship or repair a broken armor plate no problem, it was combat, however, that proved many men useless.
Many men would cower, or abandon ship if they would even take a rocket to their shield, there are the select few, however, that would take that rocket and send it back at the enemy. The men who had the guts to call someone else sir, yet take their own motives and work as a team, this is what he liked to see in a crew mate. The men who would follow him into hell and back, and then serve up a bucket of, well, you get the point.
-Leaning back into his chair, he would take out a small bottle of virgin grape wine and pour it into a small glass-
"I suppose if we don't have a mission to do, I guess ill let the crew do as they please..."
-Taking a small sip of the drink, he would continue to gaze upon the star map, watching it for any news of sorts.-
AGE: Eighteen
EXPERIENCE: A good ten years of my life have been devoted to role-play
CHARACTERS: Raqiyah Neshala
SECRET CODE: chikennoodlsoup
NOTES: What would be really needed as notes? I’m in college?
RP SAMPLE: (This is a roleplay that was set in a more futuristic scenario, so don’t mind the bit of future speak XD)
-The rather short man, about 5'9, would be sitting in a chair just under his head height but just above his shoulders, an odd imperfection that the men that remade the Metal Shear put in. He would look over his command chair for a moment and sigh, shaking his head before looking up at a display of what seemed to be a large star map. Moving his hands about the display, he would zoom in on the cruisers position, docked inside Outpost 34, one of the more protected outposts in the farther reaches of space.
Glancing over this information for only a moment he would zoom the display back out to view the galaxy the outpost was in, and look for any blinks or notices of possible missions: Nothing. The man shaking his head again would move his chair back a bit and swival around to a console, taking only a moment to link a com to the Fleet Admiral, his one and only boss. As the com would crackle into life, a screen would appear in front of him, with the Fleet Admiral on it, he was a rather veteran soldier, with a large scar going across his right eye, having a 5-o'clock shadow, and dark peircing eyes.-
"This is Admiral Eroku sir, permission to ask a question?"
FA: "Permission granted, Admiral."
"Me and my crew have been sitting here for days now, is there any possible chance of a mission coming by?"
FA: "Negative Admiral, its been mighty quiet around the outpost for quite a while now."
-The man would quickly nod- "Understood sir, Admiral Eroku cutting out."
-As the man would cut the com, he would shake his head and lean back in his chair, swivaling around until he faced a much larger display of the entire cruiser statistics. Looking over it for a few moments, all the man could do was grin at the display, which has changed since a few days ago.-
"That boy just keeps changing my ship, even if it's been blown up two times in a damn row... I knew picking him was a good idea"
-He would swival back to the star map and gaze upon it.- being Admiral had its feats when it came to picking a crew, you had access to damn near everything when it came to recruiting... Hell, you could even bring up confidential information including social security numbers and what not. However, he didn't really care for that, what he did care for, though, was how the man or woman fought in combat. Anyone can fly a ship or repair a broken armor plate no problem, it was combat, however, that proved many men useless.
Many men would cower, or abandon ship if they would even take a rocket to their shield, there are the select few, however, that would take that rocket and send it back at the enemy. The men who had the guts to call someone else sir, yet take their own motives and work as a team, this is what he liked to see in a crew mate. The men who would follow him into hell and back, and then serve up a bucket of, well, you get the point.
-Leaning back into his chair, he would take out a small bottle of virgin grape wine and pour it into a small glass-
"I suppose if we don't have a mission to do, I guess ill let the crew do as they please..."
-Taking a small sip of the drink, he would continue to gaze upon the star map, watching it for any news of sorts.-