Yurul-ha Ra

Name:
Yurul-ha Ra

Country Affiliation:
Heliohapt

Race:
Human

Tier:
D

Specialization:
Intelligence (Water)

Age + Birthdate:
October 4th (20)

Gender:
Female (♀)

Sexuality:
Demisexual

Personality:

born a child of curiosity and wonder, yurul had a knack for finding herself in trouble. often reprimanded by her mother for wandering away and her father for being involved in troubles. she was an adventurous child always reaching for new heights and amazed at the simplest of things. being born in poverty also gave her a sense of appreciation for the simple things, and she was lavished in the love of her family and friends. her heart could have been compared to that of a rose. beautiful and pretty to the eye but covered in thorns to keep the unworthy away. learning at a young age that apathy was better than empathy for people wear false masks to take one's heart.

she wanted intelligence, she wanted to be strong and brave. facing her fears head on caused her pain and sorrow. but she prevailed hoping to be as strong as the woman she believed she could become. steadily, she grew from the child that she once had been. her determination and tenacity proving to be her greatest guiding light. instead of following reason or being manned by rules, she followed her own instincts and beliefs. believing more in herself than anyone else, she has no room for self-doubt or loathing.

her mind is always on the future urging herself to move forward. however not all people are golden and she is of no exception. her words are harsh and cold to the tone. she spares no feelings and takes no prisoners. because of her belief of honesty, she is often speaking her mind without care of who it is toward. emperor, king, peasant, they are all the same in her mind and in her eye - she would rather die than bow her head to any man or woman. though she was raised to respect those of higher authority she often finds herself staring at them as though they are but her equal.

her ferocity and eagerness to fight causes her body to constantly be on alert. there may be times where she spaces out but when touched, jumps to action. she can be quite violent and sadistic, able to take pain and deal it out as well. the scars that she had accumulated over the years were looked upon fondly with a smile. as a friend she is an unmovable force. she holds her friends in high regard and there are not many of them to speak of. but the ones that she does call friend must be careful for if you betray her or fall behind her expectations, there is a possibility that you may face her ire in time as well.

she is not the type to protect the weak. instead encouraging them to become stronger and going about her own way.

Likes:

she prefers literature more than anything else. spending much of her childhood surrounded by books, she has developed an affinity for them. her most favorite books are ones about snakes. the creatures are actually a beloved friend of hers. she used to carry a snake around her neck as a child and allow it to sleep in the same bed as her. but what she may love the most is weaponry. the way that they are designed, how they are created, the beauty in which they glint. it all seems to be so enchanting to her that she simply can't put a weapon down once she is attracted to it. unknowingly she has also gained a penchant for dancing. throwing herself head first into the song and enjoying the movements that it allowed along with freedom. also dancing is a good exercise when it came to keeping lose and on your feet.

Dislikes:

ignorance is what she despises the most. she hates an ignorant person and above all else, not knowing what may come. defending herself and keeping herself safe is always the first priority. if she does not know something, it often causes her to become quite antsy and vicious. she also does not like unnecessary fighting when it comes to the enemy, she is often content with disarming them or rendering them immobile rather than fightin and resulting in death. camels, it was a long story and often dealt with being spat at. it took her quite a while to wash the spit from her hair and even then she still feels it and shudders. but although she is a huntress and is often filled with the need to eat, she does not like the misuse of animals. if you are going to eat them, skin them or anything, use all parts properly. do not let their lives be wasted in vain.

Aspirations:

She wants to brave the unknown. There is no way of knowing what may lay out there. How many adventures could be had, the people she could see. And she is willing to bet that there are limitless opportunities. Wanting to be apart of that world, she set out from home and took the first step on her journey. Learning how to live for herself, taking in everything that surrounds her and giving back what she can. Those are the first few steps that she could have taken to reaching her goal.

Phobias/fears:

The one thing that she fears the most is ignorance. Ignorance is bliss, but for her, it is pure agony. Not being able to know what may happen. Living in fear of the unknown and not being able to have a moment's peace. It often keeps her up at night, the things that she is unable to control. Knowing that there are others who simply seem to get by without wondering. Without worrying about what may lay outside of their grasp. The thought scares her and although she tries not to dwell, it finds itself slowly reclaiming her time and time again. She found herself fearing such a thin at a young age. Perhaps when she had to face her father and did not know the outcome of their battle. She feared hurting him or at her best bet, even nicking him. The fear of getting in trouble, of being her father's enemy, it rattled her to the bones. Pushing past it helped her get to where she is now but the fear still engulfs her.

Face-Claim:
Kidagakash Nedakh from Atlantis

Hair Color:
Pure White.

Eye Color:
Pale Blue/Ice Blue.

Height:
5'7" (170 cm)

Weight:
132 lbs (59 kg)

Appearance:

a young woman with olive toned skin and a slim physique, at the ripe age of twenty, she has grown into her limbs graciously. her hair reaches to the mid area of her back and is a snow white. her bangs are choppy and rest at her forehead allowing pale blue irises to be shown. she has a tattoo on the left side of her face nearest to her mouth that she holds in high regard. standing at five feet and seven inches, she isn't much taller than the average woman in her family and thus is a tad shorter than her mother.

her body has filled out and most of her weight comes from muscle and body fat (a.k.a buns and thighs). she is often wearing rather revealing clothing claiming that it helps her breathe easier and move faster. her legs, stomach, arms, and the tops of her breasts are almost always unveiled because of this. she prefers to wear light colors as they're easier to help her let off body heat.

she often walks with her head held high and will not cease to meet the eye of anyone who comes nearest to her. there are some scars on her body although they have faded with time. she can often be found running her fingers over them and smiling fondly as if remembering something beautiful. it is her eyes that often give away her emotions. how she feels, what she is thinking, the eyes are the gateway to the soul.

though be careful although she is in control of her body, her actions are often springloaded and if she feels endangered - her body normally reacts violently.


Rukh Alignment:
White.

Special Traits:
n/a

History:

she had been born on the eve of the new moon. a healthy and beautiful baby girl in the country of heliohapt. her parents were overjoyed and in two years time, she gained her name. since the day that she was born, she was tasked with many different trials (physically, mentally and emotionally). although her parents had different parenting styles, they were the same on wanting their daughter to be able to withstand the world even without their guidance. as most children were coddled by their parents, hers threw her to hell and allowed her to crawl out herself.

she had a rather rocky relationship with her father. as soon as she could speak, move, and act for herself, he began to distance himself from her. treating her more as a student than a daughter and applauding her only with subtle glances and nods. she found herself unwanting of his approval and the two grew estranged. nonetheless, he taught her how to fight. using spears, fists, and even swords against one another. he taught her how to withstand poisons by slipping toxins into her meals and how to sew her wounds when she was injured.

her mother taught her that power was in the mind. that if she focused and breathed, actually putting herself into a calmer state of mind, that she would be invincible. her medium to transfer her magic had been made in the form of a crystal. she wears it around her neck and it helps her control the magoi in her body. to create the crystal, she was made to carve it from a stone found in the depths of a ravine. putting abit of yourself into this stone, the magoi within your body to create a bond between the two. her actual wand was embedded with the stone, and although its magical properties are weak, she is entuned with it.

but there was a tradition held in the family of ra. one that could not be escaped no matter what occurred. the child must surpass their parents. her mother and father knew what was to come, and they accepted it whole-heartedly. raising yurul to become stronger, knowing that they would leave her by her own hand. in the beginning she was shaky, unwilling to raise her hand against her family. unwilling to use her magic to steal the life from her beloved's body.

her father took her hand in his own and placed it to his chest. staring in her eyes, he whispered the same words that she will never forget.


the bodies were buried underneath the same tree of which she had been born. she played a tune as a snake danced. once the ceremony had been completed and she bid them farewell, her journey began.

Role-Play Sample:

Her breaths came slow and even, taking paced steps through the forest's underbrush. Eyes tranced on the boar that laid in waiting in the clearing. It grazed freely and glanced about its surroundings before ducking once again to gather a few blades of grass. Her hands curled around her spear as her heartbeat slowed to a light thud. Poised and ready to strike as the next gust of wind blew. The boar's head shot up and its ears were at alert, eyes widened and taking off into a sprint. She chased after it, the wind in her hair and the sun's rays at her heels. Leaping over fallen branches and skidding in piles of mud, even as the dirt grazed her hands and feet - she continued to run. Soon the beast came to a dead end surrounded by rocks and a few trees. It squealed in dismay attempting to run up the small hill's side but found no escape.

Turning to face her, the beast grunted and dug its hoof into the dirt attempting to strike fear in her heart.

"Peace, brother."

But the beast would not heed her words and instead charged. Accepting the challenge and meeting halfway, her body collided with that of the beast. Falling to her back and using her spear to keep it at bay from stomping her into the Earth, she struggled against the enraged swine. Using her strength and momentum, she kicked it's underbelly to vault the beast from over her and rose into a crouch. Her teeth bared in a snarl and she lunged, driving the blade of her spear into the beast's neck once and then twice. It squealed and cried under her, and soon grew still. She whispered a soft peace into its ear before removing the blade.

The blood bloomed through the cuts like budding flowers. Dabbing her fingers in it, she drew a mark in the dirt and watched as the blood soon was soaked in by the Earth.

"We shall remember you were here."

She drained the blood from the boar into a small basin that was hidden amongst the underbrush where she had stalked it. Hoisting the carcass over one shoulder and holding the basin in the other, she made her way home. Not many people approved of the savage way of foraging though she knew her mother would be proud. The woman clapped her hands in glee and placed a kiss on each of Yurul's cheeks. She then proceeded to prepare the swine for the evening feast. The night came quickly and Yurul sat upon a barrel watching as her family danced about and laughed, filling their cups of wine and eating the fresh kill.

Her eyes turned towards the moon as she raised her cup to the sky.