Post by lunta on Dec 18, 2010 22:34:26 GMT -5
[/size]N A M E
Lunta
O R I G I N A L . P O W E R
Water, Level 3, Class C
D E I T Y . O F
The North
O R I G I N
Northern Niendra near Aislein
R A N K
3rd Tier
W O R S H I P P E D . B Y (countries that recognize them, filled out by admins!)
P E R S O N A L I T Y
* enjoys winter/snow
*a bit of a trickster
* known for coming up with many stories on who she is
* likes animals
* always has to win
* constantly on the move
* finds small children adorable, but does not want one of her own
* curious about current societies in the nations
* only uses her powers when she has too
* likes sweet foods
* rarely gets angry but dangerous when she is
* hates conceited people
* holds grudges for quite some time
* likes bright cheery colors
* is not one for making any set plans
*takes her job seriously though she rarely shows it
H I S T O R Y
The only child born to the young couple on a cold snowy night, a bright spark of a child in such a cold place. Lunta remained the only child of her family due to her mother's hard time conceiving, it was a surprise that the young girl had been born at all. Her mother and father took it as a blessing and loved the small blond girl. Though Lunta was more of a wild fire with that loud personality and the inability to stay still than the young lady she was supposed to be. She would rather had been playing in the snow with the children or just outside by herself than learning to be a lady.
Not to long after she turned fourteen did her hair get that boyish cut with her excuse that long hair was too much of a pain. Even with her mother's advice not to that short hair stayed, the young girl not caring about the years to come and the impact it had on her future. In her mind, that wasn't for many years to come and that was even if she wanted to get married. No matter whether or not that would even happen, she was positive she still had many years before worrying about such things.
Lunta had more years than she would ever realize as the young woman at seventeen that she once was. If she had never found that little boy out cold on the streets, then maybe it wouldn't have happened. If that little boy had been more than just an illusion, then maybe she would have lived to make it to her older years. If she hadn't been taken advantage of for being a young girl with a pretty face, then maybe..... but all those things has been more than what ifs. Bound and gagged, the young girl was taken right off the streets never able to make it back home.
The men that had captured her having many ideas of what to do with a pretty little thing like her, they could make a lot of money off a face like hers. Bound as she was, Lunta had no way to use her magic without the ability to weave but she fought anyway she could with that fire still burning in her eyes. She got her hands loose once, only once, but that was long enough to freeze solid one of the men and almost drown another. After that, the ropes had become tighter around her wrists but she still tried to fight in any way she could determined not to let this break her.
Her captors annoyed with her personality and the fear that she would break free again in a matter of time decided to cut their losses and that was exactly what happened to Lunta. The cold metal of the blades cutting into her pale skin, a horrible scene as the older men took out more fear and anger on her then a quick cleaner death. In the end, Lunta lost to the blades, amount of blood loss, and sheer number of cuts and pain. She never made it home but instead to the isles, her new home where she became the Deity of the North.
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