Post by rialle on Nov 25, 2011 20:42:15 GMT -5
NAME: Rialle Yasaman
ALIAS: None
AGE: 11
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Resident
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES: Rain, dragons (tame ones), music, her colors, and most Berk residents.
DISLIKES: Summertime, going outside her comfort zone, wild animals, Hysteria.
STRENGTHS: Loyal, individual, mostly confident, running and other sports.
WEAKNESSES: Pretty things (i.e. she is a total pushover if someone shoves a pretty thing in front of her), paying attention, math, and wilderness survival-type stuff.
FEARS: Getting lost, the war, wild animals, fire.
AMBITIONS: To successfully train her own dragon, get over her fear of wild animals, not get killed by a Hysteria warrior and find a dragon.
SECRETS: Rialle has no secrets. Her face is an open book.
PERSONALITY: Rialle is a cute, innocent little girl. Her mother raised her to be practically a clone of her, so she’s extremely similar to her mother. She’s brave and loyal, but when someone cracks through her thick shell, she’s a cowering pushover. That’s only happened about five times in her life, but if that happens when you’re around...forget it. Just forget it.
Rialle has synesthesia, but doesn’t know it. Synesthesia is a condition where the senses are “crossed,” therefore making you associate colors with things such as letters, sounds and tastes. Her type of synesthesia is lexical synesthesia, but she thinks everyone sees colors like she does. When she says things like, “Aren’t the colors pretty?” nobody’s really listening. Nobody listens to her anymore, but she doesn’t mind. She has her own more entertaining world inside her head.
Rialle is (normally) very feisty. She is always bouncing and has a witty comeback on her tongue for any remark she gets. She is totally gregarious and loves company. But she can be very quiet and sort of invisible (not really, but unnoticeable) when she wants to be. Which is usually never. She loves being in the spotlight, though she never is.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Face: When she’s smiling, her face looks very little-girl-ish, but when she has on a serious face, she can look eighteen, if you covered up her hair and height. Her eyes change color depending on the lighting. Hair: Blond and curls in the rain. Build: She is naturally thin and slight, handy for hopping around trees. Clothes: She doesn’t care about her clothes too much, so long as they’re comfortable, although she doesn’t mind looking nice. Special Markings: She doesn’t have things like tattoos, but she does have a long scar on her arm. She doesn’t know where she acquired it. Height: 5’2” Weight: 98.6 lbs.
HISTORY: Rialle was born on a rainy winter day to Natalia and Rush Yasaman, on the outskirts of Berk. Her older sister Calla was five at the time and adored her baby sister. She’d rush to help take care of her and help her. But when Rialle turned two, she rejected any sort of help and tried to begin doing things on her own.
Natalia wouldn’t hear of it. Perhaps because Calla leaned on Natalia all the time. So Natalia held on to Rialle with an iron grip. She’d try to teach her how to recognize certain herbs, venturing out into the woods for them. That was when they found a wild dragon. Not a Night Fury or anything, a common dragon, but...let’s just say it wasn’t very tame. It started snorting fire and burned Rialle’s arm. After that, Rialle was petrified of all wild animals, though the burn was minor and healed quickly. That was when she was five.
Five was when she also started becoming aware of her colors. Whenever she tasted the salmon from the streams near where her family resided, she saw dark pink rings, in the air, three feet in front of her. She got headaches whenever she read, because the colors of the text weren’t the ones that were inside her head.
When Rialle was nine, the family moved from the outskirts of Berk to basically the middle of Berk. Ever since, Rialle has spent her days stargazing, doing her activities, school, and living inside her head.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY:
Mom: Natalia Yasaman (39)
Dad: Rush Yasaman (43)
Sister: Calla Yasaman (16)
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Bow and arrows
DRAGON NAME:
DRAGON TYPE:
DRAGON PERSONALITY:
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: (If applicable, for instance incredible flying, fire-breathing, etc.)
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Maria
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 1 or 2, forgot.
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR: (This is part of when Natalia took her to pick herbs)
Rialle had been perfectly happy sitting by the fire in the Yasamans’ small cabin. Perfectly happy. But no, Natalia had ignored the facts and whisked her off to pick herbs. When Rialle said she didn’t want to, Natalia started listing the reasons why she should come, talking so long that translucent green spheres started drifting by Rialle’s tiny eyes. Finally, Rialle gave in. ”Okay.”
So now, here she was—walking with her mother to a patch of what her mother called “essential medicinal herbs,” which two-thirds of the phrase five-year-old Rialle did not understand. All was peaceful and quiiet, and tiny Rialle was beginning to enjoy herself, when her mother’s shrill voice yelled, “Rialle! Stand still!”
Rialle did not understand why Natalia was so afraid. Then she heard the snort. And saw the smoke. A dragon. A dragon! Rialle had never seen one before. Her mother had prevented her from wandering further than a fifteen-yard-radius away from the house. And here it was. Rialle’s first dragon sighting.
She didn’t think the dragon was happy. The dragon was mad. Its snorts sent maroon triangles whizzing in front of her, blocking out her vision. The herbs were nowhere in sight.
The five-year-old was confused.
ALIAS: None
AGE: 11
GENDER: Female
STANDING: Resident
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
LIKES: Rain, dragons (tame ones), music, her colors, and most Berk residents.
DISLIKES: Summertime, going outside her comfort zone, wild animals, Hysteria.
STRENGTHS: Loyal, individual, mostly confident, running and other sports.
WEAKNESSES: Pretty things (i.e. she is a total pushover if someone shoves a pretty thing in front of her), paying attention, math, and wilderness survival-type stuff.
FEARS: Getting lost, the war, wild animals, fire.
AMBITIONS: To successfully train her own dragon, get over her fear of wild animals, not get killed by a Hysteria warrior and find a dragon.
SECRETS: Rialle has no secrets. Her face is an open book.
PERSONALITY: Rialle is a cute, innocent little girl. Her mother raised her to be practically a clone of her, so she’s extremely similar to her mother. She’s brave and loyal, but when someone cracks through her thick shell, she’s a cowering pushover. That’s only happened about five times in her life, but if that happens when you’re around...forget it. Just forget it.
Rialle has synesthesia, but doesn’t know it. Synesthesia is a condition where the senses are “crossed,” therefore making you associate colors with things such as letters, sounds and tastes. Her type of synesthesia is lexical synesthesia, but she thinks everyone sees colors like she does. When she says things like, “Aren’t the colors pretty?” nobody’s really listening. Nobody listens to her anymore, but she doesn’t mind. She has her own more entertaining world inside her head.
Rialle is (normally) very feisty. She is always bouncing and has a witty comeback on her tongue for any remark she gets. She is totally gregarious and loves company. But she can be very quiet and sort of invisible (not really, but unnoticeable) when she wants to be. Which is usually never. She loves being in the spotlight, though she never is.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Face: When she’s smiling, her face looks very little-girl-ish, but when she has on a serious face, she can look eighteen, if you covered up her hair and height. Her eyes change color depending on the lighting. Hair: Blond and curls in the rain. Build: She is naturally thin and slight, handy for hopping around trees. Clothes: She doesn’t care about her clothes too much, so long as they’re comfortable, although she doesn’t mind looking nice. Special Markings: She doesn’t have things like tattoos, but she does have a long scar on her arm. She doesn’t know where she acquired it. Height: 5’2” Weight: 98.6 lbs.
HISTORY: Rialle was born on a rainy winter day to Natalia and Rush Yasaman, on the outskirts of Berk. Her older sister Calla was five at the time and adored her baby sister. She’d rush to help take care of her and help her. But when Rialle turned two, she rejected any sort of help and tried to begin doing things on her own.
Natalia wouldn’t hear of it. Perhaps because Calla leaned on Natalia all the time. So Natalia held on to Rialle with an iron grip. She’d try to teach her how to recognize certain herbs, venturing out into the woods for them. That was when they found a wild dragon. Not a Night Fury or anything, a common dragon, but...let’s just say it wasn’t very tame. It started snorting fire and burned Rialle’s arm. After that, Rialle was petrified of all wild animals, though the burn was minor and healed quickly. That was when she was five.
Five was when she also started becoming aware of her colors. Whenever she tasted the salmon from the streams near where her family resided, she saw dark pink rings, in the air, three feet in front of her. She got headaches whenever she read, because the colors of the text weren’t the ones that were inside her head.
When Rialle was nine, the family moved from the outskirts of Berk to basically the middle of Berk. Ever since, Rialle has spent her days stargazing, doing her activities, school, and living inside her head.
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY:
Mom: Natalia Yasaman (39)
Dad: Rush Yasaman (43)
Sister: Calla Yasaman (16)
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Bow and arrows
DRAGON TYPE:
DRAGON PERSONALITY:
DRAGON TECHNIQUES: (If applicable, for instance incredible flying, fire-breathing, etc.)
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: *********
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Maria
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: 1 or 2, forgot.
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR: (This is part of when Natalia took her to pick herbs)
Rialle had been perfectly happy sitting by the fire in the Yasamans’ small cabin. Perfectly happy. But no, Natalia had ignored the facts and whisked her off to pick herbs. When Rialle said she didn’t want to, Natalia started listing the reasons why she should come, talking so long that translucent green spheres started drifting by Rialle’s tiny eyes. Finally, Rialle gave in. ”Okay.”
So now, here she was—walking with her mother to a patch of what her mother called “essential medicinal herbs,” which two-thirds of the phrase five-year-old Rialle did not understand. All was peaceful and quiiet, and tiny Rialle was beginning to enjoy herself, when her mother’s shrill voice yelled, “Rialle! Stand still!”
Rialle did not understand why Natalia was so afraid. Then she heard the snort. And saw the smoke. A dragon. A dragon! Rialle had never seen one before. Her mother had prevented her from wandering further than a fifteen-yard-radius away from the house. And here it was. Rialle’s first dragon sighting.
She didn’t think the dragon was happy. The dragon was mad. Its snorts sent maroon triangles whizzing in front of her, blocking out her vision. The herbs were nowhere in sight.
The five-year-old was confused.
