Aila the Witch

[Aila]

AILA

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" she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleedin' "


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[/b] aila
AGE: old - 200 odd years.
GENDER: female
BIRTHDAY: april 4th
CLASS: commoner- service.
TITLE/RANK: Aila the Witch
OCCUPATION: Herbalist
ALIGNMENT: neutral
ALLIGANCE: none
CANON:[/SIZE] nope
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but oh, you seem so serious

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[/b] brown
HAIR: brown
WEIGHT: 135 lbs
HEIGHT: 5'7
PLAY-BY: nina dobrev
GENERAL: Tall compared to many women; curvy body often clothed with long dresses, unless when wandering from place to place. At times like that, Aila is often clothed in tight pants, dragon hyde boots and plain corsets; ready for combat. Aila looks rather frail, however she is physically strong due to years of practice when it comes to arm to arm combat. She isn't what you'd consider to be beautiful, for her dark eyes and hair against her olive skin come across more as 'smart' than beautiful or pretty.[/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you

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[/b] chatter, riddles, rain, challenges, knowledge, cats
DISLIKES: snakes, too much silence, people unwilling to learn, eating meat, religion
STRENGTHS: physical combat, magic, herbology, solving riddles
WEAKNESSES: impatient, short attention span, bored easily
QUIRKS/HABITS: staring at people until they get uncomfortable, loves to challenge others, speaks in riddles.
FEARS: getting too attached
GOALS: none
PERSONALITY

Aila's sharp with her tongue and quick with her mind. She enjoys speaking in riddles and watching people puzzle over her words attempting to figure out what she really means. To Aila, that just makes life more fun. She doesn't care for gold, or victory- her alliegence lies to herself, and herself only. She refuses to allow anyone else to rule her; she is very nearly a rogue as to speak, for she enjoys travelling a lot. She's loud and often cheerful; but her mood can change as quick as a cobra strike; it's not often easy to upset or infuriate her, for she never tends to take things to heart.

Many often tend to describe Aila to be heartless; for she's frequently kind and suddenly cruel. She isn't one with a very alive conscience. She can harm others with a sadist's smile on her face- not without reason though. Everything Aila does, she has her reasons for it and she feels as if her actions are justified in her own brain. She hates explaining herself to others; which is rather hypocritical of her for she always expects others to explain themselves to her. For Aila, trust is a one way street- when someone's lived as long as she has, especially against humans, many of whom she has watched die, she's closed herself off too people- never allowing herself to get attached, never allowing herself to trust. She'll always ask for the truth off people, but she'll never actually believe a word they say.

Aila may be rather sadistic, and often rather heartless and insensitive, for when not speaking in riddles, her words are blunt, but a quirk about her is that she never lies, or backs down on her word. She always tells the truth; no matter how puzzling she may put it across as and if she gives her word, she always keeps it- hence you'd never find her making many promises.[/SIZE]
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you start to hypnotize me

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[/b] Kayla the Witch ; dwelling in the forests.
FATHER: Karl the Knight ; deceased.
SIBLINGS: None.
OTHER: None.
FAMILIAR/PET: Cat - Jean
MOUNT: Horse - Stryder
PLACE OF BIRTH: Evangosthal
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Strvitcomche
WEAPONRY: Owns many ingredients to perform magic; her most powerful weapon. Trained in fencing and has a Sword with a sharp blade called Kayos. Has learnt archery; but her aim isn't that accurate.
HISTORY:
- Born in Evangosthal
- When came of age, she compleated her apprenticeship as a young magical warrior. Was close to her mother and father when an infant.
- Her father died in a battle for he was a knight at age 21 for Aila, and her mother fled to the forests, the greif of her mate dying affecting her deeply.
- Aila never really spoke to her mother much after she fled, for Aila knew she ought to be left alone for a while. Instead she began travelling. Her first stop was Stravitcomche, where she first become familiar with Dragon Riders. She sure admired them; and the magic they held. She settled there for a while, opening a small herbal shop.
- Soon she found herself getting attached to the people of Stravitcomche- and that began to bother her. She figured it was time to move and moved to a different land.
- Aila travelled land from land, having been to all places humans or magical beings could visit. Elven lands were visited by her once or twice; but she couldn't stand to stay with them for long periods of time. They found her a bit too, sharp-tongu'd and their customs were strange to Aila.
- Time passed by, and Aila found herself watching people around her die- after a point, her exterior become indifferent to death. She no longer cried to grieve those who died, instead she took it in her stride, as a part of life and locked them away inside her memories.
- Aila found herself interested in teaching young ones, however, her approach and attitude wasn't smiled upon by most instructors.
- Instead, she decided to open a small herbal shop in Stravitcomche; where other magical beings like her dwelled; magical beings who could use her help when it came to healing.
- Aila's been dwelling in Stravitcomche for a short time of 20 years now, closing her shop now and then to visit close by lands when she feels like a different scenery.[/SIZE]
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who am i talking to

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[/b] makky
AGE: young
EXPERIENCE: three years (:
CONTACT: you have my msn pm otherwise.
MEMBER TITLE: nada, gracias.
ANSWER: oh no! you is making me look for the fluffy hobbit again? how dare you
EXAMPLE:

Aila was driving, fairly normal thing to do. And she'd had a pretty normal morning too- woken up late, caught glimpses of the news on TV while she got dressed and munched on a chocolate muffin for breakfast despite knowing that it was no way in hell good for her. There wasn't enough time for her to grab a home made cup of coffee, nuh-uh. College was waiting. Damn you college. Why did you need official degrees anway? Why couldn't you just self study and proove yourself in an interview in order to get employed? Why, oh why must a girl wake up at 7 in the morning so that she could drive to College for a lecture at 10:30. Why, why... why.

She'd grabbed herself a vanilla latte to-go from the Starbucks closest to her house, before gettin' back in her car and resuming the driving. Normal right? Normal. That's pretty much why her morning so far just sucked. It was so damn normal. Alia was tired of doing the same old thing every day. They lived in a world full of people with the most amazing gifts ever, and all Alia wanted was to be a part of that; be able to experience something different everyday. To know that she was different from other people; that she could do things that they couldn't. And ever since her last birthday, that thought'd begun to dig it's way deeper down her spine, further into her brain. She'd been able to control the weather temporarily on her last birthday- how amazing was that?! And it was just... lost now.

But she was working on it. She'd get it back, she was determ- what the hell?! Alia's car came to a jerky-halt as she subconsciously pulled over to the side of a footpath. Was it... no seriously was it raining? In Los Angeles?! Alia rolled down her window, popping her head out and looking up, her face full of amazement as she felt the rain drops on her hair and skin. It really was raining. She raised an eyebrow, genuinely shocked as she pulled her head back in. Her window rolled back up, and she took a quick sip of her latte which was cooling down as time passed. She turned the key in the ignition, wondering how many minutes the rain would last for before it went MIA again, her black Merc purring softly before dying out. She tired again- and again- aand again. But no luck.

"Seriousy?" she thought out loud, sighing as she pushed the car-door open with a lot more force than she normally would've accidently nearly hitting a bypasser on the footpath. "Seriously?! Look where you're going man-" she huffed, already in a bad mood. She knew she ought to have apologized, but all the thinking and now her car breakin' down half way to College was not workin' for her. It just wasn't workin'. "Ughh." she sighed, dodging the guy with her Starbucks and car keys in her hand, heading over to the front of her car to check out her engine to see if she could fix whatever went wrong. She highly doubted that tho- she was a geek alright, but not a greasemonkey. She didn't understand cars the way other people did- she loved hers, but the inside of it.. just confused her too much.

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[( MAKKY )]