|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Intervalic_Conductor Captain
|
 Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 4:42 pm
 
Random Facts About Niyati
Date of Arrival: February 27th, 2007
Gender: Female
Guardian: Sethur Raske [Suboshi-sama + Sethur Raske]
Note: "Dance the time back."
Least Favorite Passenger: Unknown.
Most Favorite Passenger: Unknown.
Likes: unknown
Dislikes unknown
Personality: unknown
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 4:55 pm
-Be nice
-Tis always nice to ask before posting here
-No, Niyati is not for sale, and no, she will not have your babies (xD)
-...THOU SHALT NOT KILL.
"When anger comes, wisdom goes."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 4:56 pm
.: o1. Conductor Post
.: o2 Rules
.: o3 Table of Contents
.: o4 Niyati
.: o5 History
.: o6 Guardians
.: o7 Memories
.: o8 Friends
.: o9 Possessions
.: 1o Bharatanatyam
.: 11 Hindi
.: 12 Home
.: 13 Credits
.: 14 Blank
.: 15 Blank
“It is a cart if it goes well, otherwise it is but timber”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 4:59 pm
 
Name: Niyati
Guardian: Sethur
Gender: Female
Personality: She's relatively quiet (due to the fact that she only knows Hindi when she first gets here xD;; ) but she's still rather sharp and observant. She's dedicated to anything she does, and tries her best while doing it.
She's also rather shy, and can easily be cowed into doing something.
Appearance:
Skin: Darkish
Hair: Black, worn in a long braid.
Eyes: Dark Brown
Height/Weight: ?/?
Distinctive features: Tips of her fingers and toes, as well as the side of her feet are a bright red, a large red dot on the tops of her hands and feet, as well as one where her 'third eye' is.
How to put on a sari
Mannerisms:
- Can only speak Hindi at the moment.
"The absence of alternatives clears the mind marvelously."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:02 pm
Niyati had been training under her guru for the past thirteen years, watching as one by one, her friends put on their arangetram and went out into the world as dancers.
Finally, finally, her dream of dancing on the stage, the focal point of tens, no HUNDREDS of people, came true.
On the day of her performance, she greeted her relatives and friends as they entered the temple she was performing at. She felt wonderful in her new costume, the bright colors and sparkling jewelry giving her confidence she didn't know she had.
As the last few stragglers situated themselves on the benches, she climbed on the stage, and an unworldly hush fell over the audience as she began with her salute to the gods, her guru and the audience.
The instruments began playing. Her dance became more and more intricate as she pushed herself to another level. She became lost in the dance, and the music had become her own heartbeat. So absorbed was she in the dance, that she went into a trance, unaware of anything beyond the stage.
For what seemed like ages, she danced, until the music stopped. Her exhaustion finally hit her, and she stood still in her pose, chest heaving as she gasped for air, blinking furiously to get the sweat out of her eyes.
However, none of the expected applause reached her ears, and something about the performance hall seemed off. Was she horrible? Did she fail her guru and herself? What was wrong?
As her eyes cleared and refocused, she thought she was dreaming. There was no one sitting in the benches. For a second, she thought they all left, until she saw the state of the rest of the room. Wood had rotted, the gold decorative gilt had peeled off, stone had crumbled, and everything was covered in a thick layer of sandy grey dust.
As she took a few tentative steps off of the stage, she watched blankly as the planks on the stage gave out and collapsed, sending up a large cloud of dust. Her bare feet made no noise on the floor, save for the faint jingle of her belled anklets. The doors had rotted, and she was forced to climb over large obstacles as she made her way through the entryway.
Outside, things were much the same. Buildings had lost windows and doors, and the rotten remains of curtains and fabric fluttered wearily in the sharp wind. The wind made a low moaning sound as it passed through the empty streets and buildings, and it gave the effect that the buildings were staring at her, asking her why this happened.
However, something caught her eye in the dull grey-brown surroundings of the city ruins. A bright, gleaming red train. Hugging herself tightly, she cautiously approached the train, eying it dubiously.
Her foot stepped on a piece of paper, the (relatively) loud crinkling sound snapping her out of her reverie. She picked it up and stared at it for a moment, before squaring her shoulders and stepping through the train's open doors, ticket clutched in a red-tipped hand.
"One who cannot dance blames the floor."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:04 pm
Name: Sethur Raske
Name meaning: Hid, destroying
Gender: Male
Race: Prettty much a standard humanoid.
Age: 34
Status: Taken. Kinda. Sorta. Who knows.
Appearance:
Height/Weight: In the 6'8" area/unknown
Hair: Auburn, more reddish than brow, though still pretty dark.
Eyes: Black.
Other schtuff: He is awkwardly gangly :V Also needs glasses.
Personality: He seems to fit the general image of a bookish sort, quiet and reserved and not one for initiating social interactions. In most conversations he will be rather concise, saying what needs to be said in as few words as possible, though if you were to get him on a subject that he is fond of, he is capable of holding a lengthy discussion on it.
Large gatherings of people tend to make him uneasy, and he prefers to be alone or with a handful of other people.
Occupation: Librarian/Bookbinder
Powerrzzzz: ...bein' smart? And tall?
Likes: Rithe, quiet, cereal, scary movies, tea
Dislikes: Crowds, social gatherings, people who are loud in the library.
Background: He doesn't speak much about is background at all. He is (probably) an only child, and spend must of his life traveling around the world, from which he has many many trinkets and souvenirs. He also seems to have been in the library/book industry for a while, as he knows his way around it very well.
Name: Rithe Ormarr
Name meaning: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: c:
Age: 27
Status: c:
Appearance:
Height/Weight: 5'7"/???
Hair: Pale blond; veryveryvery messy, somewhere between ear/chin length
Eyes: Red
Other schtuff: Freckles! Kinda.
Personality:Rithe, in comparison, is more energetic and outgoing, more likely to strike up and hold a conversation than Seth is. He somehow can manage to talk and talk and talk, and still not give much (if any) information about himself, and will skirt around and avoid any questions he really doesn't want to answer. Which are many. However, that doesn't stop him from from making friends, and seems to know Someone wherever he goes.
Occupation: This is one of the things he doesn't talk about much, but whatever it is requires for him to be gone often, and it is rare that he is in town for more than a few days in a row.
Powerrzzzz: Not that anyone knows of.
Likes: Sethur, sleeping in, mac & cheese, heights, the ocean.
Dislikes: Nosy people, being underground, condescension, carrots.
Background: Again, he is not the chattiest about this subject, but he has a father, a mother who is deceased, and a brother, along with two uncles. He and his father don't have the best relationship ever, but what can you do. How and why this came about isn't really known, though.
"Can't tell his a** from a hole in the ground." xD *shot*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:07 pm
"Help thy brother's boat across, and lo! thine own has reached the shore."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:09 pm
"True happiness consists in making others happy"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:11 pm
"They who give have all things; they who withhold have nothing."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:12 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:13 pm
Hindi Dictionaries/translations/terms:
http://dsal.uchicago.edu/dictionaries/fabricius/
http://www.shabdkosh.com/
http://sanskrit.gde.to/hindi/dict/eng-hin-itrans.html (I'll probably be using these ones the most)
http://www.wordanywhere.com/
http://www.bawarchi.com/glossary.html
http://www.multilingualbooks.com/onlinedicts-hindi.html
http://www.anukriti.net/dicbooks/angami-english/index.asp
The appendix in the back of Shiva's Fire 8D;;
Quick Glossarything:
Yes : Hán
You : Áp (assigned to Elders/Respected Person)
You : Tum (assigned to Children/Person smaller in age)
You : Tú (used intimately with God or lovers)
No : Nahín
Hi/Hello : Namaste
Goodbye : Namaste, Alvidá
How are you? : Áp Kaisé Hain?
See you : Phir Milengé
Thank you : Dhanyavád
I'm Sorry : Kshamá Kíjiyé, (also Máf Kíjiyé
Why? : Kyon?
Who? : Kaun?
What? : Kyá?
When? : Kab?
Where? : Kahán?
How? : Káisé?
How much? : Kitné?
I did not understand : Main samjha nahín
Help me! : Meré maddath kíjiyé / Saháyatá kíjié!
Time please? : Samay kyá hua? / kitné bajé hain?
I do not know : Mujhé nahín pata
My name is Niyati : Mera naam Niyati he
"A thief is a thief, whether he steals a diamond or a cucumber."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:15 pm
Tis not terribly big, but she has her own room xD;
"On a green tree there are many parrots."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:17 pm
IUJ: Hikari and Chao
Wonderfulwonderful Artsu: Hikari (<333)
Banners: Subo 8D
"Can your hands do what your tongue does?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:25 pm
"Among the blind, the squint rules."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:31 pm
"Call on God, but row away from the rocks."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
