Kirana
05-23-2011, 03:32 AM
Full name: Mizuki Darkmoon
Nicknames: Miz, Mizu, Mizzy, Zuki (Only known as Zuki to Sadi and Jensonis, due to the fact that when she and Sadi met, Sadi couldn’t pronounce her first name, much less her full name, so whenever she tried to say Mizuki’s full first name, it came out Zuki.)
Age: Twenty three
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Hair: A shade of light golden blond
Skin: Pale with a slight tan to it
Eyes: A shade of azure blue, somewhat resembling the ocean when it’s calm
Height: Five feet, two inches
Weight: One hundred and eight pounds
Place of Residence: Wherever she can find but typically she wanders around
Place of Birth: Eastvale Logging Camp, outside of Goldshire
Known Relatives: Mother, Father (Names known but will not be released) Jensonis, her fiance
Status: Deceased
Religion/Philosophy: Follower of the Holy Light
Occupation: Priestess
Group/Guild affiliation: Invictus Sanctum (Formerly the Dusk Watch)
Guild Rank: Disciple
Enemies: The Horde and any who make the mistake of messing with her friends and family, Any Forsaken, Undead or Scourge
Likes: Traveling and meditating
Favorite Foods: Depends on what she’s in the mood for, but typically she prefers the simple stuff; bread, cheese and fruit and other food like that
Favorite Drinks: Milk and Refreshing Spring Water, although she occasionally will drink alcoholic beverages but it’s very rare for her to do so
Weapons of Choice: A sturdy but lightweight staff, although she will use daggers and wands, but will use a staff over those
Dislikes: Any who mess with her family and friends or the Cathedral
Hobbies: Training herself to get better and exploring
Physical Features: She’s a bit shorter than your average human and no scars are to be seen on her, except two, both of which the hair style that she keeps her hair in, hides them from view quite well. The first is a long jagged scar, located on the left side of her neck almost in the shape of a lightning bolt, running down from the bottom of her ear and ending just above where her ends, keeping it hidden from view. The second scar being one that could possibly hold ties to her last name; this one is the shape of a crescent moon, located on the right side of her neck, just a little bit below the base of her ear, when the scar is visible on very rare occasions, any who see it, can clearly see that it points forward, out towards the sky, the sun, and the ocean. (See above for more information)
Special Abilities: Despite being a Priestess she has way with the shadows around her and will not hesitate to use them
Positive Personality Traits: Kind hearted, patient, always willing to listen, very forgiving and loyal to a fault
Negative Personality Traits: She can sometimes be a bit rash and charge headlong into situations that should have been thought out carefully, sometimes a bit stand-offish and rather wary of those around her
Miscellaneous Quirks: She is almost always found in her Shadow form, although no one knows why, seems remarkably calm most of the time, is surprisingly quiet for the most part, rarely speaking unless spoken to
Theme Song: Hollow Like My Soul, written and performed by Emilie Autumn (For when she's just wandering around, or when she's in her Holy Form.)
Link to Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYV5lVEw5Hk&feature=related
Theme Song: Angel of Darkness, written and performed by Alex c and Yasmin K (For when she's in her Shadow Form.)
Link to Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM-PzHr9M5Y
History:
Light and Dark... Good and Evil... The Pure and the Corrupt... Oh, what a fine line it is that we walk. If we step over it, even slightly we risk being consumed by the darkness that lurks within us all. And those who step over the one and fail to correct themselves? Well I won't say what happens to them. But I can assure you, it's not pretty. You ask yourself, why write this? What are these seemingly pointless ramblings about Light and Dark, Good and Evil, the Pure and the Corrupt? Why would anyone write this nonsense down? It’s because it’s not nonsense. It’s the farthest thing from it. What do you mean it’s the farthest thing from nonsense? All these musings seem to be nothing more than just random thoughts strung together and written here. That's where you're wrong again. Now let me explain this in a way that even the simplest minded beings will be capable of understanding it. Oh, where to begin... Ah, how about here?
First off, my name. It's only proper if you're reading this that you know who wrote it, yes? At least in my eyes it is. Anyhow... My name is Mizuki Darkmoon. The path I walk? *Scoffs slightly* Isn't it obvious by what I wrote above? If not then you must be even more simple minded then I ever thought was possible. I'm a Priestess. The group of beings I serve under? Invictus Sanctum, and I'm proud to serve under them. My age? I don't see how that's even relevant in this case much less any other one, but if you must know I'm twenty three years old. My physical features? Hah, don't make me laugh. There’s no way that I'm telling anyone that. My history? You're reading what I wrote, aren't you? If you even have half a brain then it should be more then obvious, that you're reading my history, at least to date that is.
I was born and raised in a house outside of Goldshire, most of those probably know it is, Eastvale Logging Camp. I was a simple girl during my childhood, quite innocent really. Both my mother and father worked under the great Cathedral of Stormwind City. My father was a cleric there, healing those who asked for it. And my mother... She was one of the high ranking Priestesses there. She had a way with the Light that I've never seen anyone to this day have. She was able to wield it, like it was part of her own being. It took her no effort to wield the Light, none what so ever. Even to this day, me being my parents only child, I still do not have the powers she held over the Light, when she still resided in this world. If I do not hold powers of the Light then what do I hold powers over, you ask? Simple really... I hold powers over what the Light wishes to dominate the most. The Shadows... That is where my true power lies. I am a nothing but a mere vessel for them really. Despite that I am much stronger than one might expect me to be. Yes, true that I am only a mere Priestess. Yet the Shadows grant me more power than most could ever dream of having. Ever since I was young, I've walked in the Shadows, while my parents walked in the Light.
I've traveled far and done many things since I left home. But I'm getting ahead of myself. So let me tell you some more about my life, shall we? When I was nineteen, I chose to the walk the path that I now follow. Of course my parents were enthralled that I was to follow in their footsteps. That I was to become like them. No... They were wrong. I could never become like them. All hope for that was lost on the day after my nineteenth birthday. After a long day of training at the Abbey, I came home, exhausted. Wearily, I placed my hand on the door to the house where I lived with my parents and opened the door, silently shutting it behind me. "Mom? Dad?" I called out to them, my voice haggard and worn. There was no response. "Mom? Dad? Are you here?" I stood in silence for a few more moments, waiting for a response. Still there was none. Slowly, I made my way upstairs and hesitantly placed my hand on the doorknob to their room.
"Mom? Dad?" I called out one last time, my voice becoming more frantic, due to not getting a response the previous times that I had called out to them. Slowly, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open and walked into their room. To my horror I saw them laying unmoving on their bed, face down, their bodies soaked in their own blood. Quickly, I rushed over to their sides. "Mom?! Dad?!" I grabbed hold of my mother's wrist first. The cold feel of her skin shocked me like nothing I had ever felt before and the very feeling of it nearly made me recoil and release my grasp on her. Quickly, I calmed myself down. If there was any chance of me being able to save them, then I had to act swiftly. I closed my eyes and muttered a childhood spell that my mother had taught me when I was no more than just a sweet innocent girl. She had told me that it was a healing spell. I focused all my energy on her, repeating the spell time and time again, desperately hoping that it would do something, that it would bring her back. I should have known better... After all you can't bring others back from the dead. Well at least not as they once were, when they were living. I continued repeating the spell, each time I cast it, I grew weaker and weaker, due to my lack of training and the fact that the spell I was using, used a little bit of my very own life force each time it was cast. Suddenly, I fell to my knees, losing my grasp on my mother. My breathing was rapid but shallow, my eyes dark and hollow. Slowly, I tried to stand, only to have my knees give out on me, and send me back to the ground with a sickening thump. Too much time had passed to save them, even if there was a chance to do so in the first place. They were dead... No, they couldn't be dead. They just couldn't... This isn't happening!!! I broke out into tears, the harsh reality of their deaths starting to sink in. I can't recall how much time I stayed there on my knees crying my eyes out, mourning the loss of the people who had me brought me into this world.
Slowly, I rose to my feet, trying to dry my tears with my robe to no avail. I looked at their corpses, tears threatening to well up in my eyes once more. I couldn't just leave them here, like this. No... It wouldn't be proper, not to mention just plain disrespectful. With a mixture of tears and sobs I picked up my mother's corpse first and dragged her outside and into the nearby woods. Bowing my head in due respect to her, I walked away and back to the house that I had once shared with them. Slowly, I grabbed hold of my father's corpse and with a sob, I also started dragging him out of the house and out to where my mother now lay. Weakly, I grabbed hold of low hanging tree branches and lay them over my parent's corpses. I lay each branch down over their bodies, with gentle tender care. After doing this, I took a small piece of flint stone and a striker stone, and knelt down next to their bodies. Crying, I hit the flint stone with the striker stone, causing several small sparks of fire to jump from the flint stone and onto the pile of limbs that now covered my parent's corpses, lighting them on fire. As the fire grew, I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my face. "Bye Mom... Bye Dad... I love you and I always will." I spoke softly under my breath before bowing down before the raging fire and walking off into the forest, with nothing but the clothes on my back, that I wore at the time.
I can't recall how long I traveled and where I went. I've worn two tabards over the years, since I started my travels. One was that of the Dusk Watch, a group consisting of militants, more than anyone else. Soon however, I found that I wasn't happy there and I couldn't provide them with what they wanted from me. With a heavy heart, I walked into the compound one night and left my tabard sitting on their leader's desk in her quarters, along with a note, apologizing for my sudden leave and telling them that I would miss them all. Then just as swiftly as I had entered the compound I left, silently. Once again, I can't recall for how long I traveled till I joined the ranks of Invictus Sanctum. I can't recall how I ended up hearing about them, but I suppose that doesn't matter now. Since that faithful day, my parents were taken from me, I've continued my training, in hopes of one day that I may be as blessed as my mother once was with the Light and how well she controlled it.
So much time has passed since I first joined the ranks of Invictus Sanctum. I have a family. Well I had one... Now it's gone. I will get it back though, mark my words. In recent times I had the good fortune of meeting with Wolfley and we had a talk. However he did notice that something was amiss and when he asked what was ailing me, I told him that I had given Sadi's care up to Merriana. And Merriana was meant only to watch over Sadi when I couldn't be there for her. However Merriana seems to have misunderstood this and now thinks that she is Sadi's mother. She said that I was never capable of taking care of Sadi; that I wasn't a proper mother to her. How wrong she is... What kind of self respecting mother keeps their child chained to their side, never allowing them any freedom? How is a child supposed to learn if they don't ever get the chance to do so? Sadi is ten years old; she can take care of herself for short periods of time. Merriana fails to understand that Sadi isn't like any other child. Sadi is a gem; one that sparkles so brightly in the sunlight that no others can compare to it. Merriana is suffocating Sadi and that I won't allow that to happen. I'm sorry Merriana, perhaps we were allies at one point but now you've crossed a line and there is no going back. You fail to see just how special Sadi is. You claimed that I was a failure at being a mother. How wrong you are... Merriana I will not raise a hand against you but mark my words, I will at the very least show you just how special an individual Sadi is. Oh and one thing. Sadi has a family! She had one long before she met me or even you! However that family was taken from her. Jensonis and I are her family now and I will always love Sadi. Merriana, you fail to understand Sadi and myself. I'm sorry but someone has to open your eyes and if that individual just happens to be me, then so be it. Sadi, I'm coming my little one.
Nicknames: Miz, Mizu, Mizzy, Zuki (Only known as Zuki to Sadi and Jensonis, due to the fact that when she and Sadi met, Sadi couldn’t pronounce her first name, much less her full name, so whenever she tried to say Mizuki’s full first name, it came out Zuki.)
Age: Twenty three
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Hair: A shade of light golden blond
Skin: Pale with a slight tan to it
Eyes: A shade of azure blue, somewhat resembling the ocean when it’s calm
Height: Five feet, two inches
Weight: One hundred and eight pounds
Place of Residence: Wherever she can find but typically she wanders around
Place of Birth: Eastvale Logging Camp, outside of Goldshire
Known Relatives: Mother, Father (Names known but will not be released) Jensonis, her fiance
Status: Deceased
Religion/Philosophy: Follower of the Holy Light
Occupation: Priestess
Group/Guild affiliation: Invictus Sanctum (Formerly the Dusk Watch)
Guild Rank: Disciple
Enemies: The Horde and any who make the mistake of messing with her friends and family, Any Forsaken, Undead or Scourge
Likes: Traveling and meditating
Favorite Foods: Depends on what she’s in the mood for, but typically she prefers the simple stuff; bread, cheese and fruit and other food like that
Favorite Drinks: Milk and Refreshing Spring Water, although she occasionally will drink alcoholic beverages but it’s very rare for her to do so
Weapons of Choice: A sturdy but lightweight staff, although she will use daggers and wands, but will use a staff over those
Dislikes: Any who mess with her family and friends or the Cathedral
Hobbies: Training herself to get better and exploring
Physical Features: She’s a bit shorter than your average human and no scars are to be seen on her, except two, both of which the hair style that she keeps her hair in, hides them from view quite well. The first is a long jagged scar, located on the left side of her neck almost in the shape of a lightning bolt, running down from the bottom of her ear and ending just above where her ends, keeping it hidden from view. The second scar being one that could possibly hold ties to her last name; this one is the shape of a crescent moon, located on the right side of her neck, just a little bit below the base of her ear, when the scar is visible on very rare occasions, any who see it, can clearly see that it points forward, out towards the sky, the sun, and the ocean. (See above for more information)
Special Abilities: Despite being a Priestess she has way with the shadows around her and will not hesitate to use them
Positive Personality Traits: Kind hearted, patient, always willing to listen, very forgiving and loyal to a fault
Negative Personality Traits: She can sometimes be a bit rash and charge headlong into situations that should have been thought out carefully, sometimes a bit stand-offish and rather wary of those around her
Miscellaneous Quirks: She is almost always found in her Shadow form, although no one knows why, seems remarkably calm most of the time, is surprisingly quiet for the most part, rarely speaking unless spoken to
Theme Song: Hollow Like My Soul, written and performed by Emilie Autumn (For when she's just wandering around, or when she's in her Holy Form.)
Link to Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYV5lVEw5Hk&feature=related
Theme Song: Angel of Darkness, written and performed by Alex c and Yasmin K (For when she's in her Shadow Form.)
Link to Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM-PzHr9M5Y
History:
Light and Dark... Good and Evil... The Pure and the Corrupt... Oh, what a fine line it is that we walk. If we step over it, even slightly we risk being consumed by the darkness that lurks within us all. And those who step over the one and fail to correct themselves? Well I won't say what happens to them. But I can assure you, it's not pretty. You ask yourself, why write this? What are these seemingly pointless ramblings about Light and Dark, Good and Evil, the Pure and the Corrupt? Why would anyone write this nonsense down? It’s because it’s not nonsense. It’s the farthest thing from it. What do you mean it’s the farthest thing from nonsense? All these musings seem to be nothing more than just random thoughts strung together and written here. That's where you're wrong again. Now let me explain this in a way that even the simplest minded beings will be capable of understanding it. Oh, where to begin... Ah, how about here?
First off, my name. It's only proper if you're reading this that you know who wrote it, yes? At least in my eyes it is. Anyhow... My name is Mizuki Darkmoon. The path I walk? *Scoffs slightly* Isn't it obvious by what I wrote above? If not then you must be even more simple minded then I ever thought was possible. I'm a Priestess. The group of beings I serve under? Invictus Sanctum, and I'm proud to serve under them. My age? I don't see how that's even relevant in this case much less any other one, but if you must know I'm twenty three years old. My physical features? Hah, don't make me laugh. There’s no way that I'm telling anyone that. My history? You're reading what I wrote, aren't you? If you even have half a brain then it should be more then obvious, that you're reading my history, at least to date that is.
I was born and raised in a house outside of Goldshire, most of those probably know it is, Eastvale Logging Camp. I was a simple girl during my childhood, quite innocent really. Both my mother and father worked under the great Cathedral of Stormwind City. My father was a cleric there, healing those who asked for it. And my mother... She was one of the high ranking Priestesses there. She had a way with the Light that I've never seen anyone to this day have. She was able to wield it, like it was part of her own being. It took her no effort to wield the Light, none what so ever. Even to this day, me being my parents only child, I still do not have the powers she held over the Light, when she still resided in this world. If I do not hold powers of the Light then what do I hold powers over, you ask? Simple really... I hold powers over what the Light wishes to dominate the most. The Shadows... That is where my true power lies. I am a nothing but a mere vessel for them really. Despite that I am much stronger than one might expect me to be. Yes, true that I am only a mere Priestess. Yet the Shadows grant me more power than most could ever dream of having. Ever since I was young, I've walked in the Shadows, while my parents walked in the Light.
I've traveled far and done many things since I left home. But I'm getting ahead of myself. So let me tell you some more about my life, shall we? When I was nineteen, I chose to the walk the path that I now follow. Of course my parents were enthralled that I was to follow in their footsteps. That I was to become like them. No... They were wrong. I could never become like them. All hope for that was lost on the day after my nineteenth birthday. After a long day of training at the Abbey, I came home, exhausted. Wearily, I placed my hand on the door to the house where I lived with my parents and opened the door, silently shutting it behind me. "Mom? Dad?" I called out to them, my voice haggard and worn. There was no response. "Mom? Dad? Are you here?" I stood in silence for a few more moments, waiting for a response. Still there was none. Slowly, I made my way upstairs and hesitantly placed my hand on the doorknob to their room.
"Mom? Dad?" I called out one last time, my voice becoming more frantic, due to not getting a response the previous times that I had called out to them. Slowly, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open and walked into their room. To my horror I saw them laying unmoving on their bed, face down, their bodies soaked in their own blood. Quickly, I rushed over to their sides. "Mom?! Dad?!" I grabbed hold of my mother's wrist first. The cold feel of her skin shocked me like nothing I had ever felt before and the very feeling of it nearly made me recoil and release my grasp on her. Quickly, I calmed myself down. If there was any chance of me being able to save them, then I had to act swiftly. I closed my eyes and muttered a childhood spell that my mother had taught me when I was no more than just a sweet innocent girl. She had told me that it was a healing spell. I focused all my energy on her, repeating the spell time and time again, desperately hoping that it would do something, that it would bring her back. I should have known better... After all you can't bring others back from the dead. Well at least not as they once were, when they were living. I continued repeating the spell, each time I cast it, I grew weaker and weaker, due to my lack of training and the fact that the spell I was using, used a little bit of my very own life force each time it was cast. Suddenly, I fell to my knees, losing my grasp on my mother. My breathing was rapid but shallow, my eyes dark and hollow. Slowly, I tried to stand, only to have my knees give out on me, and send me back to the ground with a sickening thump. Too much time had passed to save them, even if there was a chance to do so in the first place. They were dead... No, they couldn't be dead. They just couldn't... This isn't happening!!! I broke out into tears, the harsh reality of their deaths starting to sink in. I can't recall how much time I stayed there on my knees crying my eyes out, mourning the loss of the people who had me brought me into this world.
Slowly, I rose to my feet, trying to dry my tears with my robe to no avail. I looked at their corpses, tears threatening to well up in my eyes once more. I couldn't just leave them here, like this. No... It wouldn't be proper, not to mention just plain disrespectful. With a mixture of tears and sobs I picked up my mother's corpse first and dragged her outside and into the nearby woods. Bowing my head in due respect to her, I walked away and back to the house that I had once shared with them. Slowly, I grabbed hold of my father's corpse and with a sob, I also started dragging him out of the house and out to where my mother now lay. Weakly, I grabbed hold of low hanging tree branches and lay them over my parent's corpses. I lay each branch down over their bodies, with gentle tender care. After doing this, I took a small piece of flint stone and a striker stone, and knelt down next to their bodies. Crying, I hit the flint stone with the striker stone, causing several small sparks of fire to jump from the flint stone and onto the pile of limbs that now covered my parent's corpses, lighting them on fire. As the fire grew, I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my face. "Bye Mom... Bye Dad... I love you and I always will." I spoke softly under my breath before bowing down before the raging fire and walking off into the forest, with nothing but the clothes on my back, that I wore at the time.
I can't recall how long I traveled and where I went. I've worn two tabards over the years, since I started my travels. One was that of the Dusk Watch, a group consisting of militants, more than anyone else. Soon however, I found that I wasn't happy there and I couldn't provide them with what they wanted from me. With a heavy heart, I walked into the compound one night and left my tabard sitting on their leader's desk in her quarters, along with a note, apologizing for my sudden leave and telling them that I would miss them all. Then just as swiftly as I had entered the compound I left, silently. Once again, I can't recall for how long I traveled till I joined the ranks of Invictus Sanctum. I can't recall how I ended up hearing about them, but I suppose that doesn't matter now. Since that faithful day, my parents were taken from me, I've continued my training, in hopes of one day that I may be as blessed as my mother once was with the Light and how well she controlled it.
So much time has passed since I first joined the ranks of Invictus Sanctum. I have a family. Well I had one... Now it's gone. I will get it back though, mark my words. In recent times I had the good fortune of meeting with Wolfley and we had a talk. However he did notice that something was amiss and when he asked what was ailing me, I told him that I had given Sadi's care up to Merriana. And Merriana was meant only to watch over Sadi when I couldn't be there for her. However Merriana seems to have misunderstood this and now thinks that she is Sadi's mother. She said that I was never capable of taking care of Sadi; that I wasn't a proper mother to her. How wrong she is... What kind of self respecting mother keeps their child chained to their side, never allowing them any freedom? How is a child supposed to learn if they don't ever get the chance to do so? Sadi is ten years old; she can take care of herself for short periods of time. Merriana fails to understand that Sadi isn't like any other child. Sadi is a gem; one that sparkles so brightly in the sunlight that no others can compare to it. Merriana is suffocating Sadi and that I won't allow that to happen. I'm sorry Merriana, perhaps we were allies at one point but now you've crossed a line and there is no going back. You fail to see just how special Sadi is. You claimed that I was a failure at being a mother. How wrong you are... Merriana I will not raise a hand against you but mark my words, I will at the very least show you just how special an individual Sadi is. Oh and one thing. Sadi has a family! She had one long before she met me or even you! However that family was taken from her. Jensonis and I are her family now and I will always love Sadi. Merriana, you fail to understand Sadi and myself. I'm sorry but someone has to open your eyes and if that individual just happens to be me, then so be it. Sadi, I'm coming my little one.