Post by india on Jan 29, 2011 22:18:11 GMT
These streets so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate
[/b][/i]Were shimming with hate
(I will add the picture when I'm done with it. I hope it's okay.)
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And everything that I relied on
Disappeared
Disappeared
Country: Republic of India / Bharat Ganarajya.
Name: Aashiyana Singh. (Aashiyana is Hindi and means "Beautiful home/nest", while Singh is a common middle- and surname (both for Hindu's and Sikh's), in this case, the surname.)
Gender:Female.
Age: 25.
Profession: Waitress at one of the Lowland's local bars.
Highlander or Lowlander?: Lowlander.
All the strangers look like family
All the family look so strange
All the family look so strange
Appearance:By looking at Aashiyana, you will see that there is something different about her than your standard waitress. It’s not that she is any bigger or dresses herself better. In fact, she is a petite woman without any obvious strength or muscles, but with a natural softness and warmth. She’s also kind of a queen, both in appearance and mind, with her head always lifted and an almost motherliness about her. As a kid she was rather skinny due to her family never having too much food. She didn’t change much through her teens, and the only changes now are her body being more curvy and soft. Aashiyana is quite the beauty, something that hasn’t been unnoticed. In fact, the tavern has been busier than ever since she first started to work there.
Despite her rather tough life, she is usually seen with a kind and welcoming smile to everyone that she meets. Her face is round with nicely shaped features, without anything particularly sharp. Her dark blonde hair falls down from her shoulders and reaches down to the end of her back. Her eyes are brown as well, and send you a kind, but calculating stare. As if she is trying to look through you.
Aashiyana loves colours and will most likely be found wearing something cheap but nice, like a cotton dress or tights with a loose shirt of some sort. She dislikes too tight clothing, and prefers when it’s loose and free. She has no idea why, though.
Personality:Those who know Aashiyana know that she’s a kind person who has more faith in people than average. She will think the best of you untill you prove otherwise, making her a bit naïve. Like the merciful queen she tends to act like, she won’t walk away from someone who is in trouble, and tries to help them any ways that she can. She will often mother people, even people who are as old as her. It might be because she as young had to keep watch over her siblings most of the time.
She isn’t only nice though. Those who oppose her wishes finds themselves wishing they hadn’t. Some care, some don’t. She’s just a poor waitress after all. She will do everything to prevent herself from showing her anger in public, as it would be a sign of weakness and not worth others respect. Instead, she locks the anger inside herself and let it out by biting comments and deadly eyes.
As much as she would like to think well of the people of the Highlands, it’s hard to do so when she sees happy habitants walking around with their wealth and good mood while she and the rest of the Lowlands do everything to make the ends meet. As a child, she often sneaked up to study the beautiful ladies while they passed by, talking about things she had never heard about. She dreamt about wearing their beautiful dresses and being as smart as them, as their school looked far better than the schools from the Lowlands She still wishes to become richer, but doubt is slowly sinking in. This doesn’t stop her from working as hard she can to save up money for the day she can become wealthier. She still has a long way to go, as everything seems to suck up the poor coins from her hands.
History:Aashiyana grew up in a large family with mother and father, an old grandma and five younger siblings with her as the oldest. Her parents were very loving, but there wasn’t much time they had for their children as most of their time had to be spent on working. Her mother’s job was spinning cotton that people up in the Highlands could use for their fabrics. The father in the house’s job was building houses; a tough job that he went to early in the morning and came home from late in the evening. Aashiyana’s job since she was small was to entertain and keep track of her younger siblings. She did go to school, but she was the one who had to stay home if one of her siblings were sick, which was pretty often. Even with the basic knowledge she got from the school, she had to start to work straight away instead of taking higher education. Since she was 15, she started working in the tavern, pretending to be 17.
When she turned 21, she felt that the time was right for her to find her own tiny place, and found one that was pretty close to the tavern. It wasn’t big at all, actually only two rooms, but the roof didn’t leak and it had the basic of what she needed. For her, this was kind of improvement, as her parents house wasn’t that big itself, with all eight of them living there.
She grew up in stressful and tough, -but loving surroundings. This has shaped her into the person she’s today. She still visits her family twice a week to eat dinner with them, and gives them half of what she earns in the tavern.
Recurring nightmare:13th April 1919- The Amritsar massacre (Jallainwala Bagh massacre). When over 1,500 unarmed Indians were killed and 1,000 more hurt by the commands from a British Brigadier-General in a peaceful gathering.
The only constant I am sure of
Is this accelerating rate of change
Is this accelerating rate of change
Likes:
Lively people: She doesn’t have anything against lots of loud people, she’s used to it.
Dancing: She has been dancing for as long as she can remember, and are quite the sight when she does.
Family: She really loves them.
Kindness: Kind and polite people are her favourite kind of people, even if she doesn’t have anything against wild people.
Tea: Her grandmother taught her how to make tea out of different herbs that they could find, and which of them that tasted good. Nothing is as a soothing cup of warm tea after a stressful day.
Reading: She might not be the fastest reader, but if she just gets her hands on something to read, she will have fun doing so, as a break in all of her work.
Pretty things: Expensive clothes and accessories are something she will never have, but it doesn’t stop from wishing she could.
Dislikes:
Being poor: it makes her feel weak and without value.
Pressure: She hates when she doesn’t have any control, and when she’s stuck somewhere. She needs some free space or else she will feel caged. This was one of the reasons she felt the need to get her own place to live.
Nightmares: She has recently started to have these, and she utterly hates them.
Weapons: This doesn’t stop her from having a small knife on the inside of her dresses at all times. It was a gift from her parents on her 14th birthday, and she has kept it close since then.
Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground
[/b][/right]Take my weight from the ground
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Roleplay Sample
(Things weren’t like they had been for as long as she could remember, which was a lot, due to her age. She had lived on the beautiful subcontinent in peace, when not being dragged into troublesome fights about the territories. For the time being, she was what one would call strong, her people being in one of their mighty empires, the Mughal Empire. When one had lived for as long as her, empires came and went faster than she could notice. Besides that, it was mostly peaceful, and she liked it that way. One day, it changed, and she wasn’t sure if it was for the better. The Europeans: pale men from far away who suddenly demanded things from her, giving her great promises about wonderful things she had never heard about before. She was curious, and thought it was nice to meet some younger, more eager nations who wanted to share their knowledge with her, so she agreed to it and let them have their bases in her country, and in her heart. It blinded her for her judgement, and she didn’t know that she was fooled. Then the mighty man with the piercing emerald eyes came.))Aashiyana is in one of her decorated rooms, in her way of putting her newest silk sari on. She admires the soft and light cloth and it’s strong orange colour. There are no important duties to do that day, and she didn’t have to travel west to Goa; where the sneaky Portuguese had gotten a piece of, - before the next day or so. She tells herself to calm down and forget the tiny voice in the back of her head that wanted her to cut all bonds with the foreigners. It might seem like they didn’t want to be kind to her, but perhaps they were only insecure about how to treat her and her people? She nods to herself and looks at herself in the mirror, and gives herself a determined gaze, as if she tells herself to pull herself together, returning to her confident and calm self. She takes some steady steps to the door and smiles when she sees one of her own standing outside, even when she knows that he probably comes with bad news. Aashiyana asks him what the stressed look is for, and the reply makes her hesitate. A large ship is seen not far away from the docks in Bengal. It wasn’t the familiar Portuguese ships, which usually comes to Goa in the west neither. She thanks him for the news with another smile, and orders some slaves to prepare a wagon for her to the coast, while she silently thinks about the choices she has. Who could the other be? Could they be as pushy as the Portuguese, or even worse? If they came from the other side of her lands, could they be from East? It wouldn’t be China, because they knew their ships, and China would probably come over land instead of by ships. Could it be more foreigners from Europe? The thought both scares her and makes her unwillingly excited, so she hurries to go to the beautifully decorated wagon, while talking to one of the Mughal officers, who is just as curious even while trying to hide it, and suggested to follow her. She accepts absentmindedly and follows him inside of the wagon. She is too deep in her own thoughts, and doesn’t listen to what he says. Instead, she looks out of the window at her land, and the people working on the fields. /Her/ fields and /her/ people. “For how long?” she asks herself, but she doesn’t know how to answer it, and ignores it, like the
previous questions. Things are going to go just fine, and people will soon show their good sides to her, and she will laugh of herself for being so sceptic!
She snaps out of the thoughts when the officer announces that they have reached the harbour, and then she sees the ship with her own eyes. She has to force her mouth close, to not look too impressed by its size. They had their own great ships, but this almost shone out its power, something that made her a tad jealous. By it’s appearance, the owner thought that he or she would earn a lot by the visit, or that they just wanted to impress her. She isn’t sure that she liked it, but as long as they had friendly matters to discuss with her, she wouldn’t judge them. Somehow, she still thinks that they might not have friendly motives. She suddenly feels a bit dumb. How can you figure out how a person is just by the looks of his ship? It was impossible!
As the ship comes closer, she looks down at herself, suddenly regretting that she didn’t take some more time to fix her own appearance. Perhaps they wouldn’t like her if she looked messy? A million thoughts go through her head as the ship comes closer and closer. In the end the officer pat her awkwardly on the back as a silent way of calming her down. It works. For a while.
She would later know that she had been right about being sceptic, but by then it would already be too late.
Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown
Slipping into the unknown
Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Sigga
Timezone:GMT+1 (Norway)
Any other information:I’m pretty new with roleplaying on forums, so I might do something wrong on accident. In that case, please correct me. What else? Yeah, English is my second language, so I might be wrong with it comes to diverse grammar errors.
Edited. Thank you so much for the help, and I hope it wasn't too much of a bother.
You pull me in…
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