LOST CLAN CREATION FORMThe HorsemanName: Manyara
Nicknames: none yet!
Gender: Female
Age: 15-ish? Mentally?
Original Clan: Famine
Job Role: Scavenger - Clan members who forage, survey the landscape, and are seen mostly in the Human World, wreaking chaos and panic.
Personality: Manyara's name means "you have been humbled" in the Shona tongue -
you have been humbled. Not her.
You. And you were probably humbled by her awesomeness. She probably owned your a**. And she's never going to let you forget it.
Manyara is fierce and feral, a small ball of wild energy that frequently borders on manic. While she isn't actually tainted with Insanity, her mercurial nature might seem crazed at times. Manyara is loud and exuberant and not remotely subtle. She wears her heart on her (metaphorical) sleeve, making her emotions obvious to anyone around her. If she doesn't give a s**t about something, you'll know, because she'll yawn exaggeratedly and make snippy comments about just how terrible that thing (or you) is.
She also thinks that
she is awesome. She has no small amount of pride, a pride that is seemingly uncrushable. Her ability to brush off and ignore criticism is practically legendary: anything she doesn't like, she'll pick at and attempt to ruin, and if that doesn't work, she'll ignore it completely. Things that she doesn't get to utterly dominate and own don't exist in her world. She is a very physical creature, with a poor understanding of (and lack of interest in) abstract concepts and things she can't touch, see, or hear. She can also be a bit of a prankster, though her tricks tend to be very obvious and lack finesse or guile.
Everything Manyara feels, she feels intensely, and that includes positive emotions such as loyalty and friendship. Her friends must be (very) patient and strong-willed, but in return Manyara will be a staunch defender and protector. She's always willing to give advice and aid to a friend, though her advice tends to be along the lines of "punch it in the face! that fixes everything!". While her lack of propriety would likely shock a prim (in her mind) Conquest Horseman, she has an unmistakable drive and unmitigated glee in most of life that can be infectious and enjoyable to others.
Manyara's favorite thing in the whole world is combat: she loves to spar, and she really loves to kill things. While she won't kill innocent Halloween denizens, she will attempt to kill humans (Hunter or not) on sight, and anything even remotely resembling a true Hunter will send her into a frenzied rage. She is a very physical fighter, throwing her small frame at her target and using everything at her disposal, with a high chance of clawing and biting. While she does know how to use her weapon, she prefers the physicality of directly grappling with her opponent. Despite her small size and emaciated frame, she possesses a brute strength that can take larger opponents by surprise. She exults in her victories and takes defeats hard.
When the Four Isles were destroyed, Manyara was assigned to a Lair in the Gobi Desert. She refused to believe that everything had been lost until she was actually shown it, at which point she went into a screaming rage and tore up a good chunk of what little blasted landscape was left. She has a few melted rocks from the remains of the Isles in her tent, which she broods over morbidly at least once a week. Interrupting her during a brood is a one-way ticket to at least a few minutes of screaming. She is determined to take a very personal vengeance for the destruction of her home - she wants to take a literal bite out of every single Hunter in existence. Even if she doesn't manage to kill them, she wants to leave her mark on their flesh. It is the only long-term goal she has in life, and she keeps a list of who she's bitten so far on her tent wall.
Mount Form: Manyara's mount is an emaciated
Bactrian camel with collapsed humps (the way a camel looks when it doesn't have good fat reserves). It has raggedy black-and-green fur with legs that taper to skeletal at the base. Manyara loves to ride it at full speed while screaming at the top of her lungs. The second collapsed hump provides a handy seat for a friend! Maybe.
Weapon Form: A set of
bolas with four sandbag weights. Manyara pretty much uses her weapon to immobilize targets before jumping on them.
FEAR ATTACK: Brute Strength (Battle Cry) - Like the ant, Manyara is small but mighty. She focuses her FEAR and doubles her strength, allowing her to lift and throw her opponent a small distance.
Physical Description:Eye Colour: Dark brown.
Hair Colour/Style: Her hair is black, but not sure on the style. Probably something uncomplicated and out of her way. Specifics are colorist's choice!
Skin Colour: Brown~ the darker range of skin tones one would find in people from India, pretty much. Any markings/tattoos/whatever would be up to the artist!
Clothing Style/Colours: Suited to Famine, with an eye towards practicality - she doesn't like having her movement restricted by clothing. She loves bright (and clashing) colors, and some coin-like edging here and there would not go amiss! Around her waist, she wears a 'belt' of gnawed-on ribs she's taken from her kills - so ribs of varying lengths hanging from a length of rough cording, like some kind of weird skirt.
She also wears bone cuffs around her wrists and ankle, with additional brass bangles on her wrists. She always goes barefoot. That said, with the exception of the specific items mentioned here, her outfit otherwise is up to the artist!
Extra: Manyara is pretty tiny - she's about four feet, seven inches tall. She is also emaciated, though she is completely covered with flesh over 99% of her body. That 1%? That's the tip of her ribs, which protrude through her skin just a little bit. Still, her wiry musculature is usually visible beneath her skin, and she has no real breasts to speak of. She keeps both fingers and toenails sharpened.
She also usually has a manic, wide grin on her face!
References: None right now, maybe later!
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