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1Sairara [FIN] Empty Sairara [FIN] on 27/12/17, 11:51 pm

Sairara

Sairara
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Sairara [FIN] X4CyEyi
Name: Sairara
Country Affiliation: Imuchakk
Race: Imuchakk
Tier: D
Class: Beast Tamer
Age + Birthdate: 22 | February 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality:
Gentle. Sairara is the definition of a gentle giant. Generally she is the type of person that avoids unnecessary conflict. Kind-hearted, she is rather mindful of the implications of her actions and words. She tends not to approach situations with a hot head, and in fact, is rather soft spoken, even when addressing people and situations that are stressful or heated. People and animals tend to gravitate towards this nurturing attribute of her personality.

Anxious. While Sairara prefers the term analytical, in the sense that she is constantly reviewing situations in her mind as well as determining all possible outcomes, she has a tendency to overexamine situations, and rarely makes decisions without the analysis of a situation. She always has determined the consequences of an action before committing herself. It takes a special person to get her acting compulsively and in the moment. However, Sairara enjoys these moments the most.

Gracious. Sairara has never been a show off, nor does she particularly care for those with big heads. She is realistic about her abilities and her capacity to do and accomplish things. This comes from her analytical nature. Typically she is upfront about what she can do, and doesn't attempt to sugar coat her own abilities and traits. This being said, she also is not one to downplay her own traits. She is very realistic when it comes to who she is, and what she can do.

Loyal. When Sairara feels that someone has done her a favor, she likes to reciprocate it immediately. She has a hard time turning her back to those who have proven themselves to be allies. She will fight for the justice of those around her that fit these guidelines, even if she has to sacrifice her own well being to do so. She is met with immense amounts of guilt if someone reciprocates the same to her, though.

Jovial. Sairara likes to see the positives in life. Despite her anxious nature, and her tendencies to prepare for the worst case scenario, Sairara likes to always hope for, and seek out the best case scenarios. In this way, she is very much a optimist. She is also a big advocate that a smile and a laugh is one of the cheapest luxuries in life. She loves being around others that bring out the joyous nature of life, and being that for others. She enjoys good humor, including jokes, and pranks, and she is a good sport about it. She has a habit of teasing others in which she finds herself close to, and making light of serious situations. This tends to be a coping mechanism for when the goings get tough.

Curious. Sairara is actually quite scholarly. She has a burning drive to learn and discover more about the world. She hopes to one day understand the most she can about the world, after seeing it from one edge to the other. She can often be found reading in her spare time... Usually works of nonfiction that will tell her about how the world works and help her learn new skills. In this way, she is also a person that is constantly seeking self-growth. Due to her gracious and analytical natures, she knows exactly her own capabilities, but she is always looking for ways to improve. She is driven in this way to discover more to benefit herself.  She is the type of person that would take apart a clock to challenge herself to put it back together again. She views each day as a learning opportunity, and tries to fulfill each day by making a discovery, weather scientific, pragmatic, or social.

Likes:

  • Cold weather: Sairara enjoys cold weather. It reminds her of her childhood in Imuchakk. Any excuse to dress in heavy layers makes for a good time.
  • Potatoes: Truly the most versatile food, and a hearty root. Sairara loves the potato in nearly any shape or form, as well as appreciates the tenacity of the food and how it grows.
  • Small creatures: While Sairara claims that this is exclusive of small, particularly fluffy animals, her rather large stature means that most creatures are indeed fairly small. Perhaps it is her nurturing instincts that lead her to such an affection, but Sairara becomes rather protective of dogs, cats, and small humans alike (and lets be honest, to Saira, they're almost all "small").  
  • Alcohol: Generally a level headed person, Sairara enjoys the release that partaking in alcoholic drinks tends to give. She typically keeps this inclination rather private, as she can get rather... rowdy... while intoxicated.

Dislikes:

  • Summer Time/Heat: Without a doubt, Sairara much prefers cold weather to warm weather. She has, even in her time over seas, not once adapted to the warm weather. She has a tendency, during summer months to be uncomfortable in her rather modest attire. She is constantly split between the decisions of losing the modest clothes, or suffering in the sweltering heat.  
  • Wastefulness: Particularly when it comes down to resources like food, and materials, Sairara hates wasting things, and seeing others being wasteful as well. It's one of the things that get under her skin the most. She has been known to attempt to be charitable with the scraps that aren't used, and has gotten in a few altercations because of it.
  • Cocky People: Particularly people that claim they can do outrageous feats that she knows they certainly can't accomplish. She secretly enjoys the failure of such people, and may or may not intentionally sabotage these individuals in their efforts... if she can get away with it.
  • Scary Stories Sairara is not one to enjoy a good scare. She is quite a baby, particularly when it comes to horror and scary stories, no matter how irrational they may be. She will anguish over these types of stories for not just a night, but upwards of weeks at a time. After hearing a scary story, she will have to sleep with a light on for a minimum of two nights. She attempts to keep this fear to herself, though people who are close to her tend to be well aware of this affliction.


Aspirations:

  • To Explore The World: Sairara has the innate desire to see the world. She wants to learn about the different regions of the world. Similarly, she wants to discover the different cultures and beliefs of others, and understand them. Sairara loves learning about other people and hopes that understanding the world will eventually lead others to a deeper understanding and peacefulness themselves.
  • Start a Family: While certainly Sairara has no intentions to do this anytime soon, she hopes to some day settle down and start a family. Her gentle and nurturing characteristics lead her to desiring to care for others in an intimate way, and motherhood will someday suit her well. After traveling the world, and learning as much as she can, she hopes to start her family, and transfer as much information as she can to them. She hopes to raise tolerant children, and hopefully do so in a world that is tolerant of them. In this way, Sairara has no intention of rearing a family in a war-torn world. If this means that she has to work towards a new order of peace, she will do so with ferocity and tenaciousness.  Of course the other aspect of this aspiration, is that she must first find a partner to share in creating a family... While she is a firm believer in true love and fate, she also realizes that one will not find true love without effort on their own part. She will often put herself into situations of meeting new people, to open the opportunities of finding this soul mate.

Phobias/fears:

  • Public Speaking: While Sairara is very charaismatic when it comes to intimate settings, she has no capacity in being able to preform speeches in high stakes situations. This ranges from speaking in front of large groups of allies, to presenting to a few of highly important individuals. She has a tendency in these situations, to choke on her words, begin mumbling, get light headed, cry and may even get sick to her stomach. She anguishes over speaking in large groups so much, that she has, threatened to fake her own death, rather than appear in front of a large group. No common suggestions have helped her warm up to these actions. She has tried everything from practicing before hand, to imagining an auidence in their underwear... with no such luck. She has had this fear since her childhood.
  • Zombies: The idea of a zombie is completely terrifying for Sairara. This was stemmed from a horror story that her older brother told her when she was quite young, and has never quite dissipated. Sairara is rather paranoid when it comes to the dead, and the idea that they could become reanimated. She avoids cemeteries, and has a tendency to verify that something is really dead, before turning her back on it... Most frequently referred to as the double tap-- She will make sure that if something is dead, its head will be smashed to guarantee no reanimation is possible.


Face-Claim: Phoena | Chain Chronicle
Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Blue/Grey/Green Variant
Height: 200 cm (6'6")
Weight: 91 kg (200 lbs)
Appearance:
Perhaps the most obvious attribute of Sairara is her rather large, frame. As a descendant of the giants of the north, the Imuchakk she is much larger than most other human ladies, despite being fairly small for an Imuchakk native. The young woman is rather sturdy in build, and despite having rather womanly curves, it is obvious that the woman's body is built to be strong.

Despite her large stature, Sairara has a desire to be perceived as feminine. She often wears dresses that hang well against her curves, and often accessorizes with ribbons. In the cold weather, she will wear a fur lined cloak, which is a trinket from her home in Imuchakk.  

Once an on-looker gets past her height, the next feature they are likely to notice is her long blue hair. Sairara keeps her locks typically tied back, often worn in a long side braid. She takes the time to stylize her hair with a bun and smaller braids to attempt a soft gentle, femininity to the style. The style itself is worn loosely, and suggests that the woman can be rather flexible in personality, which is a trait that is true.

Sairara's eyes are kaleidoscopic in nature. The hue of her irises often change from day to day, and even hour to hour. They range from blue to green to grey, and will likely land on any color in between. Sometimes her eyes shift in their color based on her emotions, while other times the hue is merely indicative of the color clothing she has adorned. As with many others, Sairara's eyes are very telling of her inner dialogue, and can be quite expressive, if one knows the translations of her minor glances and prolonged gazes.

Her other facial features are soft and feminine, which are a stark contrast to her large body. She has a caring smile that is usually etched across her lips, which is typical well received and welcoming. Despite her stature, she tends not to invoke fear into others, which is likely attributed to her kind face.

Sairara has naturally pale skin, having lived in the frigid north. Still young, her face and hands are still free of the marks of age, though her body is no stranger to training and hard work.

Rukh Alignment: Light
Special Features: --
History:
Rather uneventful. Compared to the many stories that she has heard over the years of talking to people and listening to their pasts, Sairara has decided that for the most part, her childhood is rather uneventful in comparison. It's to be expected, of course when you live in the sheltered, isolated lands of Imuchakk.

While there are nuisances of her culture and family dynamics that others may not understand, expectations and realities that she was forced to cope with every day... There was nothing in Sairara's past that was particularly dramatic. She lived a relatively happy childhood. She was the middle child of three being "blessed" with both a brother and a sister-- her two parents healthy and very much present for their lives. Sure there was the normal dissonance of childhood... Fights, and fears, and screamings, and tears... but her family was always able to come back and break bread.

The atypical attribute of Sairara's Imuchakk childhood however, was her obsession with the outside world. Likely directly impacted by the presence of a trader who first appeared on their shores when Sairara was eight. He brought with him trinkets from the outside world...  The young girl was instantly enamored. Perhaps even more impressive to the young girl was the man's stories.

He returned several times in the following years. Each time leaving behind new goods, and new stories from the far off lands. By the time Sairara was 14, she had already decided that one day she would visit the lands from the stories the traveler weaved.

Of course, such an aspiration was odd for a product of the Imuchakk upbringing. She was supposed to stay in her homeland, committed to her heritage and culture... So for years, she followed the motions, to be the proper Imuchakk daughter.

While she followed the traditions of her people, as she grew and matured, she had never been able to suppress her desire to travel. Shortly after she turned twenty, she finally made the decision to go travel the world.

She set off with the blessing of her family, despite the dissenting chorus that followed her to the docks, and the smeared tears that had been left on her cloak as she boarded. She set out on a boat, not caring where her first destination would be, so long as she put the Imuchakk waters behind her for the time being.

On the boat, she discovered a small white, fluffy creature that had stowed away. The sailors in which she had set sail were terrified of the little beast, claiming that creatures of that kind brought bad luck to sailors. They attempted to capture it with intent of throwing it overboard. Sairara couldn't stand the thought of seeing the small creature sacrificed for their meals, and so she lured the beast to her, and kept it hidden for the remainder of the trip. She had intentions of setting it free once they made harbor, but the creature was soon enamored with the young woman, and refused to separate from her, even as they reached land. It was with the companionship of this creature that Sairara first realized her aptitude for beast taming.

Role-Play Sample:
The lamps that were mounted on the wall flickered dimly, casting long shadows over the rows of books that stretched towards the ceiling of the tall building. The lamps had long since been turned low, to preserve the precious oil that each contained. It had been hours since the last librarian had made his final rounds, and by now the streets, which had been bustling in the daytime would have settled to silence too.

Inside the library, hidden in the dancing shadows of the oil lamps, a large figure was sprawled out at a table. A gentle murmur resonating from barely parted lips. Why had this figure been left undisturbed for hours? Perhaps it was the carelessness of the last librarian, not noticing the the woman draped across the table. Perhaps he had noticed, and instead was kind enough to leave her in the protection of the library that night... Or perhaps he had tried to stir the woman hours prior, and after his futile attempt trudged away in failure, knowing that it would take someone with far greater strength than he to move a person of her stature from the table in which she slept.

Regardless of how she had been long enough undisturbed, the woman now began to stir. The mumble had come first, but soon a back was arching, and arms were pushing against the table, to bring the woman to a sitting position, peeling the pages that stuck to her face away, flipping the cover to a close.

A yawn escaped from the woman's mouth, as hands feverishly rubbed the sleep from her eyes, allowing them to adjust to the low light of the room. She took a few minutes to orient herself-- Her head tilted side to side in an attempt to ease a crick that had settled in her neck. Books didn't make a very good pillow after all.

She stifled another yawn, as she slowly rose to a standing position. The wood floor creaked as her weight shifted with each step, walking towards the hall. In her sleepy stupor, she had forgotten to duck in the doorway. A hand instantly found its way to her head, as the woman winced. "Well I'm awake now..." she managed, her hand still rubbing where it had banged.

She proceeded, ducking this time, towards where she remembered the library entrance being. The wood protesting softly with each progressing step forward. When she reached the entrance, the woman paused at the double wooden door. Open palms pressed against it, as she attempted to push it open. She felt it bend slightly to her touch, but was met with the thud of the sound of a lock bolt pressing against the wooden door.

In the dim light, she groped for the lock's lever, but found only a keyhole in her search. The woman sighed, keen to what this realization meant. She was locked in for the night. She allowed her body to slump against the wall, and ease down to a sitting position. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, and soon she had balled her cloak up to create a cushion for her head against the wall. It was at least more comfortable than the hunched position she had been in before.

She stayed there, sitting silently for a long while, listening to the distant songs of crickets beyond the library's walls. Their lullaby had been just sweet enough to suggest sleep again. Her eyes became heavy, as her head tilted limp to one side, her chin resting on her shoulder.

Once again, she heard the familiar moan of the wooded floor, and blue eyes became alert once more. She pulled her knees to her chest as she waited in absolute silence for the sound to repeat. Breaths became shallow and labored as she listened. She heard it again.

Quickly in the dim light of the library she searched for something... anything she could defend herself with. The tempo of the creaks increased as time passed, and the woman's body agilely crawled to the nearest bookshelf in time with the cadence of the creaks. Soon she had stood to her full height, 4 of the heaviest books she could find hoisted over her head. Her muscles hesitated for a briefest of moments, before letting the books fall to the ground, and the giant to her knees, arms wrapping tightly around the fluffy white creature that stood before her, a gentle whimper coming from the now nuzzling beast.

"I'll protect you if you protect me..." Sairara managed the words muffled by the creatures thick coat.

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[b]Name:[/b] Sairara
[b]Country Affiliation:[/b] Imuchakk
[b]Race:[/b] Imuchakk
[b]Tier:[/b] D
[b]Class:[/b] Beast Tamer
[b]Age + Birthdate:[/b] 22 | February 22
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Heterosexual
[b]Personality:[/b]
Gentle. Sairara is the definition of a gentle giant. Generally, she is the type of person that avoids unnecessary conflict. Kind-hearted, she is rather mindful of the implications of her actions and words. She tends not to approach situations with a hot head, and in fact, is rather soft-spoken, even when addressing people and situations that are stressful or heated. People and animals tend to gravitate towards this nurturing attribute of her personality.

Anxious. While Sairara prefers the term analytical, in the sense that she is constantly reviewing situations in her mind as well as determining all possible outcomes, she has a tendency to over-examine situations, and rarely makes decisions without the analysis of a situation. She always has determined the consequences of an action before committing herself. It takes a special person to get her acting compulsively and in the moment. However, Sairara enjoys these moments the most.

Gracious. Sairara has never been a show-off, nor does she particularly care for those with big heads. She is realistic about her abilities and her capacity to do and accomplish things. This comes from her analytical nature. Typically she is upfront about what she can do and doesn't attempt to sugarcoat her own abilities and traits. This being said, she also is not one to downplay her own traits. She is very realistic when it comes to who she is, and what she can do.

Loyal. When Sairara feels that someone has done her a favor, she likes to reciprocate it immediately. She has a hard time turning her back to those who have proven themselves to be allies. She will fight for the justice of those around her that fit these guidelines, even if she has to sacrifice her own well being to do so. She is met with immense amounts of guilt if someone reciprocates the same to her, though.

Jovial. Sairara likes to see the positives in life. Despite her anxious nature and her tendencies to prepare for the worst-case scenario, Sairara likes to always hope for, and seek out the best case scenarios. In this way, she is very much an optimist. She is also a big advocate that a smile and a laugh is one of the cheapest luxuries in life. She loves being around others that bring out the joyous nature of life and being that for others. She enjoys good humor, including jokes, and pranks, and she is a good sport about it. She has a habit of teasing others in which she finds herself close to, and making light of serious situations. This tends to be a coping mechanism for when the goings get tough.

Curious. Sairara is actually quite scholarly. She has a burning drive to learn and discover more about the world. She hopes to one day understand the most she can about the world, after seeing it from one edge to the other. She can often be found reading in her spare time... Usually works of nonfiction that will tell her about how the world works and help her learn new skills. In this way, she is also a person that is constantly seeking self-growth. Due to her gracious and analytical natures, she knows exactly her own capabilities, but she is always looking for ways to improve. She is driven in this way to discover more to benefit herself.  She is the type of person that would take apart a clock to challenge herself to put it back together again. She views each day as a learning opportunity and tries to fulfill each day by making a discovery, whether scientific, pragmatic, or social.

[b]Likes:[/b]
[list]
[*][b]Cold weather:[/b] Sairara enjoys cold weather. It reminds her of her childhood in Imuchakk. Any excuse to dress in heavy layers makes for a good time.
[*][b]Potatoes:[/b] Truly the most versatile food, and a hearty root. Sairara loves the potato in nearly any shape or form, as well as appreciates the tenacity of the food and how it grows.
[*][b]Small creatures:[/b] While Sairara claims that this is exclusive of small, particularly fluffy animals, her rather large stature means that most creatures are indeed fairly small. Perhaps it is her nurturing instincts that lead her to such an affection, but Sairara becomes rather protective of dogs, cats, and small humans alike (and let's be honest, to Saira, they're almost all "small").  
[*][b]Alcohol:[/b] Generally a level-headed person, Sairara enjoys the release that partaking in alcoholic drinks tends to give. She typically keeps this inclination rather private, as she can get rather... rowdy... while intoxicated.
[/list]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[list]
[*][b]Summer Time/Heat:[/b] Without a doubt, Sairara much prefers cold weather to warm weather. She has, even in her time overseas, not once adapted to the warm weather. She has a tendency, during summer months to be uncomfortable in her rather modest attire. She is constantly split between the decisions of losing the modest clothes or suffering in the sweltering heat.  
[*][b]Wastefulness[/b]: Particularly when it comes down to resources like food, and materials, Sairara hates wasting things and seeing others being wasteful as well. It's one of the things that get under her skin the most. She has been known to attempt to be charitable with the scraps that aren't used and has gotten in a few altercations because of it.
[*][b]Cocky People:[/b] Particularly people that claim they can do outrageous feats that she knows they certainly can't accomplish. She secretly enjoys the failure of such people, and may or may not intentionally sabotage these individuals in their efforts... if she can get away with it.
[*][b]Scary Stories[/b] Sairara is not one to enjoy a good scare. She is quite a baby, particularly when it comes to horror and scary stories, no matter how irrational they may be. She will anguish over these types of stories for not just a night, but upwards of weeks at a time. After hearing a scary story, she will have to sleep with a light on for a minimum of two nights. She attempts to keep this fear to herself, though people who are close to her tend to be well aware of this affliction.
[/list]

[b]Aspirations:[/b]
[list]
[*][b]To Explore The World:[/b] Sairara has the innate desire to see the world. She wants to learn about the different regions of the world. Similarly, she wants to discover the different cultures and beliefs of others, and understand them. Sairara loves learning about other people and hopes that understanding the world will eventually lead others to a deeper understanding and peacefulness themselves.
[*][b]Start a Family[/b]: While certainly, Sairara has no intentions to do this anytime soon, she hopes to someday settle down and start a family. Her gentle and nurturing characteristics lead her to desire to care for others in an intimate way, and motherhood will someday suit her well. After traveling the world, and learning as much as she can, she hopes to start her family and transfer as much information as she can to them. She hopes to raise tolerant children, and hopefully do so in a world that is tolerant of them. In this way, Sairara has no intention of rearing a family in a war-torn world. If this means that she has to work towards a new order of peace, she will do so with ferocity and tenaciousness.  Of course, the other aspect of this aspiration is that she must first find a partner to share in creating a family... While she is a firm believer in true love and fate, she also realizes that one will not find true love without effort on their own part. She will often put herself into situations of meeting new people, to open the opportunities for finding this soul mate.
[/list]
[b]Phobias/fears:[/b]
[list]
[*][b]Public Speaking:[/b] While Sairara is very charismatic when it comes to intimate settings, she has no capacity in being able to perform speeches in high stakes situations. This ranges from speaking in front of large groups of allies, to presenting to a few of highly important individuals. She has a tendency in these situations, to choke on her words, begin mumbling, get light headed, cry and may even get sick to her stomach. She anguishes over speaking in large groups so much, that she has, threatened to fake her own death, rather than appear in front of a large group. No common suggestions have helped her warm up to these actions. She has tried everything from practicing beforehand, to imagining an audience in their underwear... with no such luck. She has had this fear since her childhood.
[*][b]Zombies[/b]: The idea of a zombie is completely terrifying for Sairara. This was stemmed from a horror story that her older brother told her when she was quite young, and has never quite dissipated. Sairara is rather paranoid when it comes to the dead, and the idea that they could become reanimated. She avoids cemeteries, and has a tendency to verify that something is really dead, before turning her back on it... Most frequently referred to as the double tap-- She will make sure that if something is dead, its head will be smashed to guarantee no reanimation is possible.
[/list]

[b]Face-Claim:[/b] Phoena | Chain Chronicle
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Blue
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Blue/Grey/Green Variant
[b]Height:[/b] 200 cm (6'6")
[b]Weight:[/b] 91 kg (200 lbs)
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Perhaps the most obvious attribute of Sairara is her rather large, frame. As a descendant of the giants of the north, the Imuchakk she is much larger than most other human ladies, despite being fairly small for an Imuchakk native. The young woman is rather sturdy in build, and despite having rather womanly curves, it is obvious that the woman's body is built to be strong.

Despite her large stature, Sairara has a desire to be perceived as feminine. She often wears dresses that hang well against her curves and often accessorizes with ribbons. In the cold weather, she will wear a fur-lined cloak, which is a trinket from her home in Imuchakk.  

Once an on-looker gets past her height, the next feature they are likely to notice is her long blue hair. Sairara keeps her locks typically tied back, often worn in a long side braid. She takes the time to stylize her hair with a bun and smaller braids to attempt a soft gentle, femininity to the style. The style itself is worn loosely and suggests that the woman can be rather flexible in personality, which is a trait that is true.

Sairara's eyes are kaleidoscopic in nature. The hue of her irises often changes from day to day, and even hour to hour. They range from blue to green to grey, and will likely land on any color in between. Sometimes her eyes shift in their color based on her emotions, while other times the hue is merely indicative of the color clothing she has adorned. As with many others, Sairara's eyes are very telling of her inner dialogue and can be quite expressive, if one knows the translations of her minor glances and prolonged gazes.

Her other facial features are soft and feminine, which are a stark contrast to her large body. She has a caring smile that is usually etched on her lips, which is typically well received and welcoming. Despite her stature, she tends not to invoke fear into others, which is likely attributed to her kind face.

Sairara has naturally pale skin, having lived in the frigid north. Still young, her face and hands are still free of the marks of age, though her body is no stranger to training and hard work.

[b]Rukh Alignment:[/b] Light
[b]Special Features:[/b] --
[b]History:[/b]
Rather uneventful. Compared to the many stories that she has heard over the years of talking to people and listening to their pasts, Sairara has decided that for the most part, her childhood is rather uneventful in comparison. It's to be expected, of course when you live in the sheltered, isolated lands of Imuchakk.

While there are nuisances of her culture and family dynamics that others may not understand, expectations and realities that she was forced to cope with every day... There was nothing in Sairara's past that was particularly dramatic. She lived a relatively happy childhood. She was the middle child of three being "blessed" with both a brother and a sister-- her two parents healthy and very much present for their lives. Sure there was the normal dissonance of childhood... Fights, and fears, and screamings, and tears... but her family was always able to come back and break bread.

The atypical attribute of Sairara's Imuchakk childhood however, was her [i]obsession[/i] with the outside world. Likely directly impacted by the presence of a trader who first appeared on their shores when Sairara was eight. He brought with him trinkets from the outside world...  The young girl was instantly enamored. Perhaps even more impressive to the young girl was the man's stories.

He returned several times in the following years. Each time leaving behind new goods, and new stories from the far-off lands. By the time Sairara was 14, she had already decided that one day she would visit the lands from the stories the traveler weaved.

Of course, such an aspiration was odd for a product of the Imuchakk upbringing. She was supposed to stay in her homeland, committed to her heritage and culture... So for years, she followed the motions, to be the proper Imuchakk daughter.

While she followed the traditions of her people, as she grew and matured, she had never been able to suppress her desire to travel. Shortly after she turned twenty, she finally made the decision to go travel the world.

She set off with the blessing of her family, despite the dissenting chorus that followed her to the docks, and the smeared tears that had been left on her cloak as she boarded. She set out on a boat, not caring where her first destination would be, so long as she put the Imuchakk waters behind her for the time being.

On the boat, she discovered a small white, fluffy creature that had stowed away. The sailors in which she had set sail were terrified of the little beast, claiming that creatures of that kind brought bad luck to sailors. They attempted to capture it with the intent of throwing it overboard. Sairara couldn't stand the thought of seeing the small creature sacrificed for their meals, and so she lured the beast to her and kept it hidden for the remainder of the trip. She had intentions of setting it free once they made it to the harbor, but the creature was soon enamored with the young woman and refused to separate from her, even as they reached land. It was with the companionship of this creature that Sairara first realized her aptitude for beast taming.

[b]Role-Play Sample:[/b]
The lamps that were mounted on the wall flickered dimly, casting long shadows over the rows of books that stretched towards the ceiling of the tall building. The lamps had long since been turned low, to preserve the precious oil that each contained. It had been hours since the last librarian had made his final rounds, and by now the streets, which had been bustling in the daytime would have settled to silence too.

Inside the library, hidden in the dancing shadows of the oil lamps, a large figure was sprawled out at a table. A gentle murmur resonating from barely parted lips. Why had this figure been left undisturbed for hours? Perhaps it was the carelessness of the last librarian, not noticing the the woman draped across the table. Perhaps he had noticed, and instead was kind enough to leave her in the protection of the library that night... Or perhaps he had tried to stir the woman hours prior, and after his futile attempt trudged away in failure, knowing that it would take someone with far greater strength than he to move a person of her stature from the table in which she slept.

Regardless of how she had been long enough undisturbed, the woman now began to stir. The mumble had come first, but soon a back was arching, and arms were pushing against the table, to bring the woman to a sitting position, peeling the pages that stuck to her face away, flipping the cover to a close.

A yawn escaped from the woman's mouth, as hands feverishly rubbed the sleep from her eyes, allowing them to adjust to the low light of the room. She took a few minutes to orient herself-- Her head tilted side to side in an attempt to ease a crick that had settled in her neck. Books didn't make a very good pillow after all.

She stifled another yawn, as she slowly rose to a standing position. The wood floor creaked as her weight shifted with each step, walking towards the hall. In her sleepy stupor, she had forgotten to duck in the doorway. A hand instantly found its way to her head, as the woman winced. [color=#996699][b]"Well I'm awake now..."[/b][/color] she managed, her hand still rubbing where it had banged.

She proceeded, ducking this time, towards where she remembered the library entrance being. The wood protesting softly with each progressing step forward. When she reached the entrance, the woman paused at the double wooden door. Open palms pressed against it, as she attempted to push it open. She felt it bend slightly to her touch, but was met with the thud of the sound of a lock bolt pressing against the wooden door.

In the dim light, she groped for the lock's lever, but found only a keyhole in her search. The woman sighed, keen to what this realization meant. She was locked in for the night. She allowed her body to slump against the wall, and ease down to a sitting position. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, and soon she had balled her cloak up to create a cushion for her head against the wall. It was at least more comfortable than the hunched position she had been in before.

She stayed there, sitting silently for a long while, listening to the distant songs of crickets beyond the library's walls. Their lullaby had been just sweet enough to suggest sleep again. Her eyes became heavy, as her head tilted limp to one side, her chin resting on her shoulder.

Once again, she heard the familiar moan of the wooded floor, and blue eyes became alert once more. She pulled her knees to her chest as she waited in absolute silence for the sound to repeat. Breaths became shallow and labored as she listened. She heard it again.

Quickly in the dim light of the library she searched for something... anything she could defend herself with. The tempo of the creaks increased as time passed, and the woman's body agilely crawled to the nearest bookshelf in time with the cadence of the creaks. Soon she had stood to her full height, 4 of the heaviest books she could find hoisted over her head. Her muscles hesitated for a briefest of moments, before letting the books fall to the ground, and the giant to her knees, arms wrapping tightly around the fluffy white creature that stood before her, a gentle whimper coming from the now nuzzling beast.

[color=#996699][b]"I'll protect you if you protect me..."[/b][/color] Sairara managed the words muffled by the creatures thick coat.


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