The Earl's Castle

[Anonymous]

THE CHARACTER
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Name: *  Yoshiie, Aoi
Gender: *  
Species: *  Human
Rank and/or Occupation: *  THANATOS INC. :  PRESIDENT'S ASSISTANT
Location: *  Travels with Mr. Noel
Personality:

Please be weary of the cold demeanor that Aoi protrays, for unlike most it's not hiding something soft to snuggle.  There is a thick layer of ice enticing his personality, and why not?  He has been around the business for quite some time and understands what must be done.  Never has the man had a problem with walking passed the beggers and children that ask for money; if you can move and talk, get a job.  Probably only personable with Mr. Noel--for the man is his boss--Aoi still keeps his personal distance from the man.  The way he holds himself, people sometimes mistake him for a mannequin.

When prodded, the man does not seem to care.  Rather, he would stand there with a thousand yard stare.  Some people have asked if there was a mental defect, but really there is none.  Working with his ridiculous employer has made the man tolerant of the idiocy of mankind, which may be for the best.  Inwardly, the man is usually angry, and yes he does let it leak.  Say Mr. Noel informed him that one of the Mages were not doing their job?  Well, there would be Aoi, screaming and getting all red faced--not a pretty sight for a man made of stone.  Again, I warn you with the warmth of my heart (Aoi may not have one) to be cautious around this individual.  He may just bite your head off if Mr. Noel makes him wear those foolish bunny ears again.

Appearance:

Wire rimmed glasses rest before the saffron eyes, usually catching and reflecting lights that strike them.  Metallic blonde hair rolls from his scalp, pouring over his shoulders.  Most commonly that mass of hair is brought back in a tight bun on his head, two chopsticks entering from the right hand side to keep the bun from falling.  His brows are neatly trimmed, a darker variant of the blades that rest upon his cranium.  Deeply tanned flesh clashes with the blonde of his hair, making his mane and body appear to be two seperate entities.  His nose is sharp, two deep nostrils flaring with each deeply inhaled breath.  Upon his cheek is a Monroe piercing, a silver stud catching the light from above.  Like the rest of his facial features, his chin is well toned and strong.  No hair--other then that a top his head--graces his face.

A thin neck rolls down to lithe shoulders, which branch out to toned arms and artistic digits.  Rigged and very visible, Aoi's collar bone protrudes.  Beneath that bone rests a chiseled chest, two mounds of muscle pressing into each other.  When these two mounds collide, an explosion seems to happen, striations erupting across the entirity of his pectoralis.  Ribs erupt from either side, and the man is so thin that they can be counted if he was seen without a suit on.  Deep abdominals ripple through his stomach, his belly button pulled taughtly over the layer of muscle.  Oddly enough--like his face--his entire body is deeply tanned.  A deep v forms at his waist, leading toward his private area and legs.  Quadriceps toned for travel come from his waist, and that is where a majority of the seventy-two inches can be found.  A firm buttocks holds those quads which lead down to carved calves, holding his thirteen inch feet.

Enticing his figure is an ercu colored, three piece suit with a black tie.  Beneath that suit is a white, button up shirt.  Covering the entirity of his feet are black Hushpuppies, very comfortable.

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THE PLAYER
How did you find RotE?  SotE
Do you plan on being active, and posting in the Absences/Returns forum when you need to go on hiatus or quit?  Yes
E-mail address:  nmb8970@hotmail.com / Pony Acid
Would you like to be included in our random group chat sessions, which anyone can initiate and which involve just tossing everyone currently online into a chatroom? xD Of course.

[Anonymous]

__________________Quick Stats
Name  Zindzhi Nortje
Name Meaning  Warrior (Woman)
Nick-names  Zin / Nort / Zhi
Image  N/A
Birthday  September 01
Zodiac Sign  Virgo
Age  27
Gender  Female
Sexual Orientation  Heterosexual
Single or Taken?  Single
Species  Human (GENETICALLY ALTERED)
Blood-type  AB
Height  6'
Weight  185 lbs.
Eye Color  Chocolate
Hair Color  Ebony
Affiliation  EDANITH : MARS DISPATCH : MILITARY
Religion  SHURGA : GODDESS OF WAR : SEE COMMENTARY
Occupation  FOOT SOLDIER : INFANTRY : MILITARY PERSONNEL
Birth Place  OUTER SPACE - MARS - EDANITH - TYNOVA
Location  OUTER SPACE - MARS - EDANITH - UNCHARTED TERRITORY
Most Used Phrase(s)  "Yes, I am a female." / "Shoot, damn-it!  Shoot!" / "...  Are you positive?"
Character of Mine Most Likely to...  eat a bug when needed.
Finished Threads  N/A
Current Threads  N/A

__________________In-Depth Stuff

Physical Description
A rather large forehead encompases the expanse of the facial features of the fit female.  Deep temples lead toward her hairline, which is neatly kept.  No hair falls upon her monstrious forehead, but rather it is tightly pulled back into a pony tail that reaches her midsection.  The flesh of her face--like the rest of her body--is a deep ebony.  If the land of Africa still existed in this time, she may have been known as an African; Africa does not appear in RotE, so her flesh color is just seen as another variant of mutations in the human race.  Large brows reisde over her reptillian-esque oracles, chocolate eyes taking in the world about them.  Her cheek bones are lowly set and large, making her face much larger.  Mandibles work at either side of her expansive visage, bulging whenever she is angered or chowing down.   That course black hair which encompasses her cranium is sleek and lustrious, having a natural water resistent sheen to it; the luster is a genetic trait, not brought on by female products.

Trapeziuses buldge on either side of her elongated neck, rolling into one another like the waves of the ocean.  Veins trickle down the earth of her flesh, pulsating with each breath, each heart beat...  Damn, this is a poetic person.  Erupting exquisitly below the terrain of trapeziuses are defined deltoids; deranged is the fact that most men would kill to ehance their size to the stupendousness of this Shiva.  Pectoralises--once upon a time they used to be well formed breasts--rupture from the gurth of her shoulders.  Nipples that should have resided lower upon her chest are now brought to the extreme of either side of her expansive breasts; muscle misplaces things sometimes, do not blame me.  Striated muscle is visible on the upper layer of flesh, where muscle dips into muscle, making it noticeable that the woman is well off genetically.  Dropping from the devious deltoids are behemoth biceps, vehement veins venemously sprouting upon the flesh.  Had she been fairer skinned, the veins would have a green tint to them, but sadly they are just seen as dark hoses that pour forth from her external organ.  

Like the massive manliness of her broad barrel of a chest, Zindzhi's back is a map of muscle.  Deep groves rise and dive; shoulder blades enticed by an endless expanse of muscle.  The deplth of her lower back is ludicrous, striations flowing from where the two mounds of muscle connect.  Abdominals pop to-and-fro as she walks, rippling beneath taught skin that flows fluidly from top to bottom.  A thin waist holds the mountain of her upper body, only to give way to an ocean of quadriceps and a well toned glutteous.  Deep dimples delve into the hind end of the Amazon, amazingly abundant for having such little body fat; one would guess she has around three-to-five percent body fat.  Large quadriceps lead to curvacious calves that have been condemned to lifting the heavy load of this beautiful (used loosely) behemoth.

Enticing her body is a tight fitting space suit--ebony in color like her skin.  The suit's color matches that of her flesh so closely that one may mistake the maiden to be walking around in the nude, when in fact she is covered from foot-to-toe in the bodice.  Whenever she is in the harsh environment a black mask is brought over her face, which provides oxygen and nourishment for long treks.

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Shurga

Visualized as a giant gal enticed in armor and wielding a spear, Shurga is a intimidating figure of fantasy.  Brought on by new age feminists, not many have actually found the path of Shurga.  Shurga is the only way, be weary of angering Her--'cause there ain't no hell like a woman's wrath.


Amazon Feminism

Shurga surrounds the feminist idealogy; woman are the superior beings--both physically and mentally. One should know that a female is the foremost powerful being in the universe, and that men should not only bow to them but be dedicated to their very being.  Those who follow the views of Shurgaism--both male and female--invision woman as warriors.  They are bound to the Spirit of Life--for they can bring it and take it.  Woman in a Shurgaist household are usually the ones who work, while the men stay at home and take care of the children.  Shurgain woman are commonly tomboyish--some of the more feminine Shurga followers are in fact males.  Being that Shurga is the Goddess of War, those who worship this Woman are usually found in the military or some other group based on destruction.
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