▒Name: Demita Cearo (de-mE-ta sea-air-O)▒
☼Meaning: Demiter's Sorrow☼
▒Date of Birth: September 8th▒
☼23☼
▒Place of Birth▒
Aitrivon, a penensula jutting out into the fair, though humid and heated area of the Washiba Sea. It is a country of scientific and historical advancement, taking pride in the arts of debate and archiving. The landscapes are lush and green, low growing trees abounding in the rolling green plains and rocky hills bearing life of all sorts. Not many places on this penensula are inhabited, though the places that are have been built into great metropolises, centers of trade and culture, the greatest one being set four days by horse back from the coast. It spans a length from end to end that would take a man an hour to walk while keeping a brisk pace and is home to many schools in art and literature. It follows a very strict building structure and city layout that the other citys also follow, keeping the most precious of treasures as well as cultural and scientific pieces in the center of the city, making them the hardest to get to. The master crafters of the cities had built strong walls about their city, and the watch towers along them cannot be easily swayed. These people are also adept in sailing, and during times of war, have used this to their advantage, leaving few people behind in towns for defence, which has on the rare occasion resulted in horrendous losses to other countries who had found the few weaknesses in their defensive system.
(If anything needs to be changed, tell me. I based this mainly off of a combination of Greece and Rome)
▒Gender: Female
▒Species/Racial Origin: Human with very faint traces of wood elf▒
▒Social Class/Community Status: Archivist High Class. Relation to the current royal line.▒
▒Family/Friends/Pets/Etc▒
☼Adelphos Basileus (Step brother) (Meaning: Of the same womb as kings) (Current King)☼
Twice the age of his step sister, he refuses to recognize any sort of related connection to Demita. He is a strong and firm king, though he does know how to show mercy and favor to those in need, like his father and mother before him
☼Kassiopeia Basileus (Step mother) (Meaning: She whos words excell those of kings) (Deceaced)☼
Seven years before the events currently taking place, the wife of the passed King and advisor to her son was taken as a prisoner in battle and killed promtly when the enemy found that rescue was close at hand
☼Osiris Cearo (Father) (Meaning: A product of sorrow)☼
A poor man who was taken into the royal house for use as a servant, rising in rank to become an attendant to Kassiopeia until her death. Though not the current king's father, he fathered Demita who was born of Kassiopeia
☼Lester (domesticated snow owl)☼
Found injured while Demita was at a young age, presumably having come down from the mountains, this owl was raised within the royal house, though only responded to the young child
Physical Description *Human*
▒Height: 5' 7"▒
▒Weight: 127 lbs▒
▒Hair:▒
A golden brown like color that can shine in a pale blonde in bright sunlight, normally either left down or in a high tighed bun or pony tail
▒Eyes: Dark brown▒
▒Limb Dexterity: Very flexible and agile▒
▒Typical Clothing/Equipment▒
She often wears long dresses that expose her arms and are flowing, not form fitting in the least except maybe around her C cup bust. She typically isnt armed with anything more than a pen behind her ear and a sharpened and finished olive branch that was cut down to hold her bun. She carries a small bag with her holding an ink pot, a small amount of oil for cooking and one for a lamp, and a small scroll. There is enough room in it to conceal a weapon should such be needed.
Physical Description *dragon*
▒Height: 76'▒
▒Weight: 14,890 lbs▒
▒Length: 179'▒
▒Size of Wings (spread): 143'▒
▒Scale colour: irridecent blues of the entire scale, though mostly lighter▒
▒Species type: Dont know what types there are?▒
▒Eye colour: pale greyish blue▒
▒Horns: Yes▒
▒Spines: No▒
▒Tail: Long and tapered▒
anything that is inconsistant with above description may be disregarded. This is just the closest i could find
▒Element: Ice▒
▒Power 1: Ice Manipulation▒
the ability to change the shape, density, clarity, and quallities of pre-existing ice
▒Power 2: Ice Fabrication▒
the ability to form ice out of moisture either within the body, or around the body. If the area is too arid to take the moisture from the surroundings, one can use liquids within the body, at the risky cost of dehydration
▒Personality/Attitude▒
Innovative and logical, Demita seeks to understand the world around her the best she can, though at times, her need for understanding can lead her to taking impulsive risks. She has a natural need for self sufficiancy and creativity, though this pushes her to question authority and become detached from others, having lead her into her best friendships with her animal companion and the solitude of the archive's books. She can be quiet, and rarely thinks far enough to consider emotions when speaking.
▒Skills/Talents▒
Raising tulips, playing chess, writing in two different languages at the same time
▒Favourites/Likes:▒
cold, Work, most all Music, Descovering new things, the feeling of being accepted, competition
▒Most Hated/Dislikes▒
liers, heat, people who destroy nature
▒Goals/Ambitions:▒
To bring honor to her family name, bringing the very thought of the family name away from that of a slave's class
▒Strengths:▒
Intellectual activities, Strategising, Organizing, Close range combat (for short amounts of time)
▒Weaknesses:▒
Not very strong (relies on speed and agility in human form and elemental abilities in dragon form), Can break down if unable to comprehend something (she will stay in a secluded state until the problem is resolved and she has full understanding), Not very empathetic
▒Fears:▒
Fire, Big Cat breeds (wild sort)
▒Hobbies/Interests:▒
Gardening, playing Chess, Writing, reading, Decyphering, Organizing
▒Regular Routine▒
Demita has a very regular routine of work, eat, work, and compete. She attends regular battles of mind, wit, and flexibility of cognition through chess for at least two hours a day before heading home for reading and organizing her plans for the next day. She generally has a fair amount of money to spare after basic expenses, and thus will on occasion go out for a bit of a treat or buy herself a new book to pass the time before going to bed.
▒Philosophy of Life:▒
Life is one's only chance to learn and advance the learning of others, and thus should be taken with all seriousness
▒Attitude Toward Death:▒
One who is dead is gone to the world forever, nothing but the dust of the ground
▒Religion/Beliefs:▒
She has a faint beleif in the many gods of her home land, but is more inclined to beleive that all power that is and was will never be again and thus must be used while available
▒Fetishes/Strange Behaviors:▒
Talks to herself at times, has a twitch in her left hand as she examines certain things, though she never knows what it is that sets it off.
▒Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience:▒
Coming home from one of her trips into the mountains only to find the metropolis in the middle of the burrial of her step mother
▒Sexual Preference/Experience/Values:▒
Sex is a bond between two indeviduals that should not be taken for granted, only to be given to one who is of true love and married to the indevidual. Demita is a heterosexual virgin
▒Education/Special Training:▒
Through great labor, Demita has the highest education available in her land and was mentored under a master archivist.
▒Brief history:▒
Barred from most all other nations by making use of the tail end of the mountain ranges that protect the country of Odeair, few people of Aitrivon have ever seen much battle asside from those who are specifically trained for war. Demita is among those who havent seen much of the violence of the outside world, but she was required to take small amounts of 'training' from her father, just in case they were to be thrown to the streets for life. Though the youth enjoyed the time spent with her father, she would constantly question as to what was over the mountain ranges that were always capped in snow. Unable to leave his working position of attending to the lady Kasiopeia, Demita didnt get to find out until she was of the age of sixteen, just after learning the basics of her new job as an archhivist. She accompanied a band of merchants to the mountains, caring for their animals and keeping account of all that they had brought. The snow and cold weather was something of a wonder for the girl, she enjoying every second of it. High up in the mountains, men could be seen with weapons, but the merchants didnt seem afraid of them, putting the girl to ease as they continued, now heading down the other side of the mountain. They soon came into a new town that was abuzz with activity, the merchants going directly to the center of the market to offload their goods. There were metal fassioned pipes, and seaweed. Lots and lots of it. In return, they received grains and vegitables that Demita had only seen being served to the highest of high class citizens. As well as the food, they received art and gems, beautiful tings that brought a sparkle to the girl's eyes. It was explained to the girl as they traveled away that Odeair and Aitrivon shared a long bonded trading alliance and peace treaty, things that Demita already knew, but now she had a deeper understanding of such. Every time from then on, she would accompany the merchants, often running into a woman about her age, but she never really had much time to pay mind to her as she had her job as archivist to attend to.