Adara Meadows.

[Adara Meadows]

Adara Meadows Appearance Race: Mixed Blood Half Chaktawe Gender: Female Age: 18 Birthday: 14, Summer 495 Birthplace: Syliras Appearance: Hair blacker then a night without a moon shining down. The dark mass cascades down over her shoulder and down to her hips. That dark hair is probably her greatest vanity; I probably would be quite proud if I had some hair like hers too! Hair which falls over a face that is shaped like a rather odd heart. A wide forehead that stays wide at the cheeks and then tapers down elegantly at the chin. Topping her face off are a pair of lips slightly plumped in shape with a lot of character in that rounded voice-piece. Beauty mark! Why are they called that? Well, she has one none the less, on the left side of her skin. Matching that hair to near perfection are the round orbs of her. Black as midnight they are like two coals brought to attention by their large size and luxuriant lashes to cover those gems she calls eyes. Of course they don't change color or anything like that, but those troublesome eyes of hers do have a way of admitting how she is feeling. They can shine darkly like the bottom of the ocean depths, dark, but bright with life when she is happy or excited. Or they can become dull, like a desert night, void of much good feelings, normally just anger, sadness, or plain disinterest. Adara is a tall girl. I suppose you can thank her Chaktawe blood for that. Standing at 5'10 she is quite the figure walking down the street. She weighs no more then 120 now, don't know how much more she will gain cause it never goes anywhere. Long lengthy limbs is what most people see. When she was young the girl was as clumsy as a newborn gazelle. It has taken time, but she has gained a little elegance to the way she handles herself now. Skin the color of warmed honey covers this lengthy girl. A rather different color then most of the fair skinned Sylirians, but I suppose that is another gift from her mother''s race. I know a proper little lady is suppose to wear skirts and all that, but this one doesn't. When she was younger her father and the city ladies tried, but they never lasted long. She would tear them up and get them muddied. Adara prefers a pair of breeches and a loose fitted skirt. Now that she is becoming more conscience of her body she wears tops that are cut in the middle so that her stomach is exposed with long sleeves, but always the breeches. She always prefers a good pair of sturdy boots, but they could not always afford those. Adara has a few small tattoos on her hands and fingers. Her favorite is the one that goes up the inside of her left hand, it says "You may knock me down, but I will just get up and put you in my place." Character Concept Adara Meadows....... I think the first thing most learn about her is that she is a little obsessed with a certain color, purple. She has like an addiction to the color; not sure if it is a health risk or not. Often times in market places she will roam back and forth from the stalls doing nothing productive, just awing over every purple thing that catches her eye. She would die to figure out a way to die her hair purple one day or to color her nails such colors. I don't know where she got it from but Adara often just blurts out whatever is on her mind. She isn't outspoken exactly, it is just that when she has something to say she is not very good at keeping it to herself. When she has a question she just has to ask it. This of course gets her in trouble for saying the wrong things and the wrong time. Though there are times when others simply find her little outbursts amusing. Well, this little lady does have an excellent sense of humor to go with it. She is very sarcastic, but she enjoys knowing she has made others around her laugh. Hearing others find enjoyment in what she is doing makes her happy. Adara was always a daddy's girl, he took her with him everywhere; and because of her father's profession she was always around a lot of hot sweaty men, and that stunted her sexuality I guess. She viewed them all as her brothers and was just as likely to punch them in the nuts as embrace them in a hug. This of course produced a kind of tomboy out of Adara to the horror of the females around her. Prone to wrestle in the mud with the city boys over learning the finer arts of a lady. Her father tried of course. The city women would scold him on his heathen daughter and he would try to reign the savage Adara in and send her off with the little girls to play dolls; but it never lasted long. The city girls were terrified of her and Adara was bored of them. So off with the dresses and into the mud with this one. Her love of tattoos came in somewhere when she was tumbling with the boys. I think it was a sailor lad showing off his tattoos and that was when she fell in love with the art. She is still a girl though! It took longer then most girls, but there came a time when Adara noticed those menfolk in a different light. She didn't wrestle with them as much, and she stopped letting them touch her. Punches on the shoulder and smacks on the butt were no longer allowed. Even though she was already sixteen around this time, prime marriage age for most girls Adara was just now learning what it meant to be a women and trying to rush in some of those skills with that. Let's see if this little boy every becomes a lady. Character History Adara's father was a common street boxer, well known by the common folk in his day by the name of Hayden. He was traveling to another city for a good tournament when his group happened upon a Chaktawe in the Kalanue territory. Hungry and tired the men haggled with the people for some of their wild goat meat and a nights safe rest with them. Adara's mother was a beautiful young maiden with many suitors, it was about time that she picked a man to be her husband and of course her beauty caught the eye of the human. Well Hayden could not help but show off so he held a boxing match with the men accompanying him eventually incorporating some of the young Chaktawe who were curious. And this of course attracted the attention of the young women. Adara's mother watched with growing interest as Hayden threw punches and defeated many of the men thrown into the circle with him. She was young and rash, falling for the seemingly foreign and powerful man. So being disowned by her people she left with the men for the human city of Syliras, to be with her thought unstoppable man. Of course, the city looks nothing but glittering to one in tents. It was not long before Adara's mother realized her folly. She had married some common street boxer who was no more unstoppable then any other man with a few tricks up his sleeves. With her dreams smashed she started to deteriorate from a broken heart. Hayden still loved her though, devoting everything he had in her heart. She died in child-bed leaving the now broke and broken Hayden with a screaming dark-haired daughter. Her father loved her then words could describe. He wanted to dote on her just as he did her mother, but money and status would not allow it. Broken from the lose of his love Hayden started to lose more and more of his boxing matches, the only source for income for him and his young savage. He turned to training other ambitious young men, bringing his precious daughter along and this was where Adara learned some of the sport herself. Not a fitting for a young girl, but father could not deny what little he had to offer. Being the only women and having a father that sometimes came home bloody and ragged some skills of a women came to her instinctively. She had to cook meals for her and her father, else they probably would have starved, for even though Hayden could box he could not cook. She learned a little about medicine, bandaging her father's and sometimes other boys bloody bruises and scrapes, even fighting off an infection that set in. Some of the city ladies were able to teach her the very basics of sewing through many ugly glares; she can now patch a hole in their very tattered clothes. It was as she got older that Adara learned that her body was attractive to men and she is still just learning how to unlock that and other secrets of a women she never knew she had. Language Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: Tawna Poor Language: N/A Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Cooking 5 SP 5 Novice Dance 9 SP 9 Novice Medicine 10 SP 10 Novice Seduction 5 SP 5 Novice Tatooing 5 SP 5 Novice Boxing 10RB, 16SP 26 Competent Lores Helpful Lores: Lore of Syliran Culture Lore of Syliran Geography Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Linen Shirt -Linen Undergarments -Good coarse wool cloak -Good leather boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel - 100 Gold Mizas ----- -1 Gloves, Boxing/Sport -2 Simple Cotton Pants -2 piece Lingerie -1 Cotten Blouse -1 medium wool trousers -1 cotton skirt -1 purple wool scarf -1 pair wool gloves Heirloom: I suppose there is a reason she is so obsessed with the color purple. After winning a match father won a good sum of money, he went out and bought Adara's mother two square yards of silk to make a dress out of. She never touched the soft violet fabrics and Adara treasures the cloth more then anything. Sometimes she will press the fabric to her face and image she can smell her mother. Housing Location: Syliras House: A flat, roughly 20x20, includes a hearth, bunk, chest, chair, and table. Occupation: Healer at the Soothing Waters Goals: Become a tattoo artist Open a tattoo shop Learn Henna Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Boxing gloves -3GM 97 GM New Clothes -11GM 4sm 5cm 85GM 5Sm 5Cm Thread List Getting Lost Dance away the Demons There's a world out there Training in Tandem Impact Training Fallacy at Dockside