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 Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 8:14 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 10:54 pm
T A B L E x O F x C O N T E N T S
Table of Contents
Buru
News & Events
Progress
RP Log
Battle Log
Relationships
Inventory
Gallery
Reserved
Reserved
Credits
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:00 pm
B U R U 
Name: Buru
Race: Ice Earthling
Gender: Female
Personality: Lewd, Vain, Playful, Prissy, Short-Tempered, Condescending
Lewd: Through and through Buru is a predator, when she sees something she likes the little voice in the back of her head that should tell her how to properly conduct herself seems to take a leave of absence. Her approach to those that she deems worthy of her attention is vulgar, sexual and abrasive, she often goes overboard in her actions and comments yet she feels no shame for either if her advances are unwanted. Do not mistake her lascivious nature as being promiscuous, even though Buru comes off being far from innocent or pure her lack of moral compass does not mean that she beds everyone that she meets. In actually the ice earthling is all talk and very little action, she enjoys making people enamored with her outlandish displays yet becomes flustered easily when things begin to get just a little too adult for her. Truly her lewd mannerisms are a manifestation of her own vanity and reinforce the notion that she is indeed attractive and irresistible because of her beauty.
Vain: Vanity for many people stems from many sources for Buru her narcissism is rooted in the unconditional love for her assumed to be deceased twin-sister Misuru. In her eyes her twin was the best part of her life and the most gorgeous person that she had ever met, upon her sister’s death Buru found herself soothed by her own reflection and often would talk to herself as if she were addressing Misuru. The trauma left the girl fragile and in a volatile state of emotion, the more she interacted with herself the more she believed that her beauty should be appreciated by others around her out of some sort of bizarre respect for her departed sister. In her mind she doesn’t see herself as being vain she views it as being blessed to share the same outer appearance of her beloved twin and since she knows for a fact that her sister was the most beautiful of all ice earthlings that she too possesses the same level of splendor and should be appreciated for that quality. In the back of her mind she is aware that she is attractive however she is terrified that one day she will become scarred or her facial features will change and she will lose the only connection that she has left to her sister, in this her own vanity shines through and is displayed by her overzealous grooming and extreme phobia of having her face touched.
Playful: Despite Buru’s somewhat short-fuse and inconsiderate disposition the young woman actually does possess a playful side. It however is not the playfulness of a youngling, though she does enjoy games and a bit of foolhardiness the ice earthling’s fun-loving demeanor mostly comes out as a defense when others around her become aggressive or outraged by her actions, Buru tries to downplay her behavior by acting as if she was merely joking or that her engagements towards said individual were misconstrued as improper when in actuality she is just being ‘playful’ and the person is misreading her motives. Aside from being a defense for the girl Buru often appears to be in a constant state of amusement as if the life she lives is just so much better than everyone else’s and tends to spend her time goofing off with her musical instrument or pampering herself as if she were royalty.
Prissy: Buru is a fussy, uptight woman with high maintenance issues. She doesn’t like getting dirty nor does she enjoy other people touching her without her explicit permission and more times than not gives off an ‘I am better than you’ vibe to those around her. Her prim disposition is mainly displayed in how she carries herself and the way that she refers about her own person. She enjoys feeling beautiful and reflects this in how she presents herself, her clothing is of over-the-top finery and she is well-groomed and lavishly perfumed in oils and elixirs, she highlights her eyes in gorgeous hues of pinks and reds so that she stands out of the crowd and gives off an air of importance which makes her feel secure.
Short-Tempered: Despite being playful and not one to sully herself with dirt and sweat Buru is quick to anger and is not afraid to get into someone’s personal space to defend herself. Granted she is more of a verbal firebomb seeing as she is scared to death of having her face marred but on occasions she has been known to backhand others and cause excessive scenes. In moments of absolute anger Buru is extremely unstable and manic, however those periods are far and few in between which is good because she is difficult to handle when she succumbs to hysterics.
Condescending: Plainly put Buru knows she’s better than others and seeing as she is better often talks down to her lessers, especially members of the Wind Tribe. Nose in the air, shoulders squared and a smile that just radiates ‘oh you’re a plebeian, how lucky you are to see me today.’ set on her face fortifies her pompous nature without question. Buru is the sort of woman that would walk right up to someone and mock them directly to their face while talking in the mimicry of a small child who pronounces W’s instead of L’s without feeling any sort of remorse for the act.
Simply put Buru is a b***h.
History:
Buru and Misuru’s story begins many years prior to their birth, somewhere in the Jauhar rainforest just off the coast of the Chibale Isles. Young and full of yearning to prove herself an Alkidike by the name of Izuzue set out on a personal mission to expand her knowledge of Tendaji and lay claim to the lands that belonged to not only her but all of her sisters alike. The journey was not easy and many years of her life were spent honing her skills and fighting tooth and nail with the other inhabitants of the land until her expedition lead her to the furthest reaches of Zena where she met Xansa. Despite her aggression towards other races and her engrained sense of supremacy meeting the woman from the Ice Tribe proved to be love at first sight for the Alkidike warrior. Coming from an all-female society Izuzue saw no issue with her attraction towards the slim-figured blue-skinned beauty and just like the land she would claim the woman as her own and bring her back to her home as proof of her conquest. However unlike the territories that rightfully belonged to her and her sisters Izuzue knew that she couldn’t take her desired mate by force, she would have to win over her somehow even if it meant staying in the snowcapped region longer than she had planned for. In the months that followed Izuzue found herself enjoying the harsh climate of the treacherous mountain range, hunting in the snow proved far more difficult than in the rainforest which appealed to her test of skill and weapon mastery. The tribesmen of the village being extremely xenophobic as they were shunned the young-blade and kept her at arms-length from their people, it took time and numerous attempts before she was even allowed to walk around the settlement much less make trades with the tanners and artisans that dwelled there. Patience and persistence proved to yield results as Izuzue began her awkward courtship with Xansa, the young ice-prentice appeared to be the bashful sort, thankful for the attention but uncertain with how to act in regards to it; flattered yet too overwhelmed by the foreignness to comprehend the intimate implications it involved.
A brief period of time passed before Xansa’s father, a prominent trapper and fur trader of the tribe intervened. The confrontation was civil; the man addressed Izuzue’s intentions and politely informed her that his daughter was affianced to someone else in the village and that her objectives were disrespectful and unwarranted yet being the businessman that he was Iknik made a proposition that he knew the Alkidike wouldn’t refuse. The terms were simple he had a shipment of furs that he needed delivered to Tale, he would allow for her to complete negotiations on his behalf and lastly he required for her to obtain a dowry if she wanted to be given the opportunity to pursue his beloved only-child. Most of the conditions seemed reasonable especially when Iknik explained his reasoning, the dowry however was a foreign concept to the blade and at first she was certain it was some form of tree. After proper clarification on the word Izuzue realized just how primitive the patriarchal society of the ice tribe was, Xansa had no choice regarding who she married as long as the person had wealth that was the only deciding factor in her father’s eyes. Disgusted by the revelation yet fueled by passion the young Alkidike set out on her mission to Tale.
The trip lasted several weeks, upon arriving Izuzue sought out the buyer and questioned him on the amount of trade-goods that would be exchanged, the offer she found was lacking and using her better judgment excused herself from the transaction and proceeded to find another buyer in the area. One of the local artisans offered her ten times as much in goods solely based on the coloration of the pelts, without hesitation Izuzue sold the items for the increased profit then returned to the original buyer with furs that were of her own craftsmanship. Selling the items for the agreed amount she quickly made her way back to Zena, she had sold what she had needed to, and the rest of the profit was the dowry that Iknik required, she even went so far as to have paperwork drawn up as a receipt of payment so that the businessman couldn’t say that she was cheating him out of his own earnings. Returning to Zena Izuzue half expected to find Xansa already married off to her male-suitor but to her pleasant surprise Iknik kept to his word. The trade-goods, letter and prospective new client all were enough for the man to grant the smitten Alkidike permission to interact with his daughter (as for the extra goods that she had obtained as her dowry the man took half as collateral, the remaining amount he invested into his own business so that he could afford to hire on the young-blade as one of his hunters).
Months went by and Izuzue juggled both her profession and her courtship of Xansa flawlessly, her skill as a huntress solidified her place in the tribe while earning respect from not only the residents of the village but also Iknik himself, which earned the Alkidike hunting trips every few weeks with the man and his top hunters; truly a very exclusive privilege especially for an outsider. Xansa during this transitional phase divided her time equally between Izuzue and her male-suitor, the iceling enjoyed both of their company greatly however once she opened up to the young-blade she found herself mesmerized by the other woman’s strength, intelligence, and exotic beauty; with Izuzue ( or Zuzu as she affectionately called her ) she felt safe and unrestrained as if she could be herself without needing to fear being judged. This of course became apparent when she actively chose to spend time with Izuzue instead of the man that had thought himself her soon-to-be husband, jealousy quickly followed and the actions the man took solidified the birth of the twins and the choice that both women would have to make.
Knowing his chances decreased by the day for her hand in marriage █████ decided that he had to do something crafty to reclaim woman for himself. During one of Izuzue’s hunting expeditions █████ used his natural albeit wavering charm to convince Xansa to join him for dinner, it wasn’t unheard of for the man to make such requests however normally the meals they partook upon were shared with her father in their company, dining with █████ unsupervised for whatever reason made Xansa nervous yet despite the weariness that she felt from the situation she agreed. The night was filled with awkward conversation, roasted meats and wine, so very much wine. It had been █████’s plan the entire time, at every moment he replenished her cup until the slender-youth was unable to stand. In the morning to come he made sure to stay in bed with her until she roused from slumber, he spun his tale of her seduction while intoxicated and how she all but forced herself upon him. Xansa of course knew better, she wasn’t stupid yet with what had been taken from her how could she ever face Izuzue again? She felt disgusted and betrayed and over the course of the next few weeks did her best to distance herself from the Alkidike, her family and the b*****d that soiled her. None of her attempts though seemed to matter when it came to █████, he was relentless and lacked the respect for her that he once seemingly held. Only once more did he manage to make her drop her guard and allow him access to her bedchambers, on that night her father had returned home early from his hunting trip. Iknik found his daughter bedded with the boy that at one time he considered his future son-in-law, if this moment had come sooner he might have rejoiced however the expression on Xansa’s face and the reek of alcohol solely on his child elicited rage rather than rapture from the man. Pulling what strings he needed to Iknik ensured the exile of his daughter’s transgressor and in the months that followed when her stomach grew rounded and heavy with child Izuzue was there to pick-up the pieces of the shattered ice-girl.
[ Part Two ]
Both girls were born healthy, Misuru came first with a seventeen minute window declaring her the older sibling followed by a much more fussy Buru that just didn’t seem to be ready for the cold of Zena, because of how they developed in the womb the pair matured facing each other, exact reflections in every way, Misuru found she preferred her right hand whereas Buru tended to use her left hand far more, even the heterochromia in their eyes mirrored one another when they were face to face. Regardless of their exact features and mirror movements the pair were just small, fuzzy blueberries to Xansa and she bestowed proper names to the twins accordingly, honoring her beloved with the titles she chose. Izuzue wouldn’t have minded having one of them named after the other woman but Xansa had insisted that both deserved similar names and even though neither of the girls were hers through blood the Alkidike loved them regardless as if they were her own precious lotus-born. In fact her favourite pet name to call either child was ‘lotus-blossom’ and ‘Aisha-spout’ or some combination of the two; they were her gifts from the All-Mother.
Early childhood for Buru was carefree and lackadaisical; she spent all of her time with her sister and clinging to the skirts of both of her mothers, she unlike Misuru wasn’t naturally inclined to do adventurous things and only gathered courage because her sister built up her confidence and stroked her ego so that she would partake in daring activities with her. The two were inseparable and where one ‘Ru was the other was soon to follow or make herself known, for the most part the twins kept themselves out of trouble, Granddad Iknik always spoiled the pair and rewarded them for good behavior; they after all were his special snowflakes. For the mirror-image twins coming into their own as individuals was difficult they had always been close, inventing their own language, finishing each other’s sentences, but eventually their unique personality traits began to form and the duo discovered it was alright to have varying tastes from one another, they still used their autonomous language and sassed people in unison but learned to respect each other for their differences but savor the similarities that they both shared. Buru couldn’t help but idolize her older sister, Misuru was fearless, motivated, and above-all else beautiful. To others her twin might have seemed stoic and cold but Buru knew that underneath her chilled demeanor she was the warmest, kindest and most gentle person Aisha had gifted upon Tendaji.
At the age of seven Buru discovered that she preferred staying home with her momma rather than going off on hunting trips with her mommy (the twins had a habit of referring to Xansa as ‘blue-mom’ and Izuzue as ‘green-mom’ behind their backs for clarity when they had conversations regarding the pair.) Misuru however was the exact opposite; she jumped at any chance to go on an adventure with her Alkidike mother, it was around this time that Iknik retired from his position as the head of the company and bestowed the rights to his daughter-in-law. Xansa and Izuzue agreed to divide the responsibilities of the business, Izuzue would take care of the practical end and Xansa would be in charge of the administrative duties such as attending council meetings and handling clientele; it simply worked for the best that way. This new situation lead to Buru sitting in on many meetings with her mother or staying at home and practicing needlework, the lute, or her penmanship, all of which she didn’t mind but didn’t necessarily enjoy either; Misuru was always so much better at stitch, playing, and writing than she was that it was almost pointless in competing with her. Practicing everyday Buru set out to improve herself and compose a song for her sister, there was nothing she loved more than receiving praise from Misuru, a kiss on her forehead or on her fingertips and a steady hand petting her hair was always the most welcome acts of kindness her sister shared with her; ones that she craved desperately when she found herself alone or without the company of her twin on a daily basis.
Deciding to surprise Misuru with her composition Buru headed out to greet her sister halfway on her return from a hunting trip with their green-mom. The pair giggled and cuddled against each other as they often did for comfort and warmth, and Misuru asked for several encores of the song as they made their way back home. Everything seemed to be perfect for the pair, their family was well-off and respected, they had each other, what could possibly happen to disrupt their contentment. The answer was simple; their biological-father lurked in the shadows, plotting his revenge. So far the twins had made things nearly impossible for him, one was always with the Alkidike and the other was a sniveling skirt-hugger always on Xansa’s heels. All he wanted was one, preferably the athlete; she would prove more useful to him in the new village that he had found himself making his home. It took eight years but eventually an opportunity arose and the man set his plan into motion. He knew that Misuru would do anything to protect the younger twin and Buru’s lack of backbone would prevent her from coming to her sister’s rescue. The setup was elaborate, a snare was set at the end of one of the cliff-edges and a trail of blood leading to the trap was expertly laid out on fresh snow, the girls had a habit of racing to the lip of the overhang and tackling each other into the snow before the other could make it to the edge. That morning the girls did as they always had, woke up, fed each other breakfast, helped the other dress and do their hair, then rushed out of the house to play before either of their parents could wrangle them into various chores. This morning however as they frolicked about, their merriment lead them exactly where their father wanted them to go. The blood had been enough to make both girls stop dead in their tracks however curiosity got the better of the older twin as she went to investigate the Cliffside. Within a matter of moments Buru watched as her sister made her way to the edge of the cliff and watched as the snow under her feet crumbled away sending her beloved sister over the side of the mountain. Small hands scrambled and clawed at the cascading whiteness before she disappeared completely from sight, the scream that echoed up from the vale mirrored her own strangled sounds that erupted from her constricted throat then suddenly ceased, every muscle in her body stiffened then launched her backwards, in moments Buru was running home calling out for either of her mothers. Misuru had fallen, her Misuru had slipped over the edge and disappeared, someone would know how to save her.
But they didn’t.
The search parties for the girl only went out for two days before they were called off. The sheer drop alone was enough to kill a grown man but the jagged rocks that waited at the bottom added certainty to what fate had befallen the youngling. The lack of a corpse at the impact site wasn’t something the people considered odd, they found blood and some torn clothing; obviously animals had gotten to her before they could reach her body and dragged her remains away. It was a sad day for the members of the ice-tribe but perhaps it was even more difficult for the remaining twin whom just flat-out refused to believe her sister was gone.
Life after that was an arduous journey for Buru, the youth pulled away from her family and often sought out comfort in front of mirrors or sheets of reflective ice. The girl found relief in staring at herself and seeing her sister looking back smiling at her fondly. The habit became so commonplace that by the age of ten the youngling found herself infatuated with her own appearance and completely shrugged off any attention that others gave her. Locking herself away in her room for days on end Buru would compose ballads on her lute while talking to her reflection as if it were her sister. Xansa and Izuzue had left their daughter to grieve at her own pace but the passing of the elder twin was nearing its third year and the pair decided that they couldn’t allow Buru to go on as she had been doing. The intervention started slowly, Xansa removed extra mirrors in the house and Izuzue all but dragged the girl from her room kicking and screaming, subduing the youth wasn’t an easy task but the Alkidike knew exactly how to persuade her daughter. Izuzue had never been skilled at cartography but her lack of talent didn’t prevent the woman from drawing up a map that showed all of Misuru’s favourite hunting spots. Each week she would take Buru out into the snowy wilderness and they would setup camp in the exact location that her sister had once resided in, the trips would always end the same way; Izuzue would give a recapitulation of the day that she and Misuru had visited where they were at then would show her landmarks that Misuru took particular interest in. The two would eat dinner, engage in light conversation then would talk about Aisha and how even though they were miles away from the Chibale Isles the Creator could still feel their pain and knew what strife they were enduring and would lend mercy to her children.
After several therapeutic excursions with her mother Buru allowed herself to venture out of the house more and noticed how excited people were to see her, the attention at first was unsettling but not all together unwelcomed; it took time but the girl eventually allowed herself to relax around the members of the community and slowly reinserted herself into something akin to normalcy. Puberty was extremely kind to Buru, she seemingly went from a skinny, flat-chested youngling to a supple, curvaceous vixen overnight. This too added to the attention that she received around the village, she noticed how the menfolk looked at her and how the women envied her, perhaps even visa versa for some and in that fact she relished the responsiveness even more. Buru fully believed that everyone owed her appreciation out of respect; she was gorgeous just like her sister and was a walking reminder of the perfection that they lost when Misuru passed away; it was only befitting that everyone focused on her and in that way paid homage to her sister. Now at the age of seventeen Buru spends most of her time at the local meadery which also serves as a tavern and simply loiters while playing her lute, the other half of her spare time is divided between her mothers and studying the basics of magic; if she were an Alkidike or even a half-breed Aisha would smile upon her for her magical prowess.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:21 pm
N E W S & E V E N T S 01.15.2015 :: Buru is officially a member of Tendaji.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:27 pm
P R O G R E S S P R E N T I C E x → x MAGE
☑ || 1 Set-up Journal
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☐ || 5 Completed Battles (may be RP or non-RP)
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☐ || 1 Completed Class Quest MYSTICx → x I M M O R T A L
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☐ || 1 Completed Immortal Quest
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:35 pm
B A T T L E x L O G P R E N T I C E
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:37 pm
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
[Hate] [Dislike] [Neutral] [Aquainted] [Friend] [Close Friend] [Love Interest] Misuru: Twin sister
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:44 pm
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