Post by Tsubasa on Jul 1, 2010 12:54:16 GMT -5
[/font][/font][/size][/size]Introducing… Nadie Meijer!
Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself…[/blockquote][/center]
Name: Nadia Meijer
Nicknames: Lady Shallot, Ice bitch, Ms. Winter, 'that stoic teacher'
Age: Twenty four
Gender: Female
Where you stand?: English Teacher
Play by: Ymre Stiekema (DUTCH REPRESENT)
Nicknames: Lady Shallot, Ice bitch, Ms. Winter, 'that stoic teacher'
Age: Twenty four
Gender: Female
Where you stand?: English Teacher
Play by: Ymre Stiekema (DUTCH REPRESENT)
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
Appearance:
"A good spirit in the flesh", is what she's been told she's looked like. A porcelain beauty, carved right out of stone by Michelangelo himself. Pale, delicate skin encases her slim form. Long sallow blond hair sweeps down her back with a movement all in it's own. It doesn't look like she does much with it, except washing and brushing, and with that it takes it's own form. A stone cold beauty is what she is, looking as if she could give you frost-bite with just a touch. Her limbs are lanky, lean and slender. This allows her to be quite tall, at a height of 5"8, much due to her dutch heritage.
Her face is flawless, her skin seemingly clinging to her bones in a way that's not too eerie. Well, flawless except for the small mole that adorned her face above the right side of her lips. But a single flaw in overall perfection seems to heighten her beauty even more. Her lips match the very color of her own skin, always needing a bit of color so as to not scare others away.
But her eyes, her icy cobalt eyes that stop you in your place. They seem to peer through your very being with a raptor gaze that holds neither anger nor pleasure. If her body deceives you, her eyes will prove her nature. She shows not one tinge of emotion, but does not look bored in the least - quite the opposite really. Although, at times it can seem as if she is surprised or disappointed, but when she is pleased her features only lighten, and when she is not her features seem to sink in. Nothing really changes.
For clothing she prefers dark colors, but most of all black. She believes it would be foolish to wear bright colors as a way to mask her true nature, and that the darkness of the clothes is an acceptance of who she is. She also just hates pink.
Nadia does not care much for physical features, she finds it an evil towards those who are less fortunate in the look area. Being beautiful is a sin, as much as she is.
Personality: (IM SO TIRED SO I REALLY CAN'T DEAL WITH WRITING A LONG PERSONALITY FOR A PERSON WITH NO EMOTIONS - I'll give you something very short)
For personality, Nadia has none. She does not like many things, although she does despise a lot. If she does feel something, she manages not to show it. The blond is a stern, cold, calculating and very powerful woman with an aptitude for learning. She does not love, and she does not hate. Hate is envy, and love is pointless.
But as stern and cold as she is, she is not mean. Nadia does not set out to hurt, she sees no reason to do so. Any insult she may say only is a statement of truth from her view. And even though in life, where she believes in one way of looking at things - no in between or second possibilities - in teaching she is completely different. The English language has endless possibilities, as does the view on literature. She is the perfect teacher, opposite of how she is as a person.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams: She has no dreams, for one dreaming is selfish and two she has no need to dream since she'll die soon anyway.
Fears: That no matter what she does nothing will change in the end.
"A good spirit in the flesh", is what she's been told she's looked like. A porcelain beauty, carved right out of stone by Michelangelo himself. Pale, delicate skin encases her slim form. Long sallow blond hair sweeps down her back with a movement all in it's own. It doesn't look like she does much with it, except washing and brushing, and with that it takes it's own form. A stone cold beauty is what she is, looking as if she could give you frost-bite with just a touch. Her limbs are lanky, lean and slender. This allows her to be quite tall, at a height of 5"8, much due to her dutch heritage.
Her face is flawless, her skin seemingly clinging to her bones in a way that's not too eerie. Well, flawless except for the small mole that adorned her face above the right side of her lips. But a single flaw in overall perfection seems to heighten her beauty even more. Her lips match the very color of her own skin, always needing a bit of color so as to not scare others away.
But her eyes, her icy cobalt eyes that stop you in your place. They seem to peer through your very being with a raptor gaze that holds neither anger nor pleasure. If her body deceives you, her eyes will prove her nature. She shows not one tinge of emotion, but does not look bored in the least - quite the opposite really. Although, at times it can seem as if she is surprised or disappointed, but when she is pleased her features only lighten, and when she is not her features seem to sink in. Nothing really changes.
For clothing she prefers dark colors, but most of all black. She believes it would be foolish to wear bright colors as a way to mask her true nature, and that the darkness of the clothes is an acceptance of who she is. She also just hates pink.
Nadia does not care much for physical features, she finds it an evil towards those who are less fortunate in the look area. Being beautiful is a sin, as much as she is.
Personality: (IM SO TIRED SO I REALLY CAN'T DEAL WITH WRITING A LONG PERSONALITY FOR A PERSON WITH NO EMOTIONS - I'll give you something very short)
For personality, Nadia has none. She does not like many things, although she does despise a lot. If she does feel something, she manages not to show it. The blond is a stern, cold, calculating and very powerful woman with an aptitude for learning. She does not love, and she does not hate. Hate is envy, and love is pointless.
But as stern and cold as she is, she is not mean. Nadia does not set out to hurt, she sees no reason to do so. Any insult she may say only is a statement of truth from her view. And even though in life, where she believes in one way of looking at things - no in between or second possibilities - in teaching she is completely different. The English language has endless possibilities, as does the view on literature. She is the perfect teacher, opposite of how she is as a person.
Likes:
- The Quiet
- The Color Black
- Doing Her Job (not the teacher one)
- The English Language
- Chopin, especially his Prelude op 28 no 24
Dislikes:
- Human Suffrage
- The Selfish Nature Of Humans
- The Color Pink
- Her Fate
- People Who Try To Escape Their Own Fate
- The Stupid Young
- People Who Believe They Are Greater Than Others
- Her Beauty
Dreams: She has no dreams, for one dreaming is selfish and two she has no need to dream since she'll die soon anyway.
Fears: That no matter what she does nothing will change in the end.
I've been around for a long, long year...
History:
"My friend, the dear shall drop dead no older than thirty. That is the prediction."
Nadia Meijer grew up in Kerkrade, Netherlands which is the western half of the divided region with the eastern German town of Herzogenrath, thus her accent has a twinge of German in it, separating her from other dutch speakers. She, like many other gifted, came from a long line of powerful witches. Her mother, Lise Meijer, was an exceptionally powerful one that prided in her work. She was incredibly superstitious, and believed just about every type of fortune telling that there was. When one April night she heard from her most trusted Reader that she was to marry the first gentleman she saw in the morning, she woke in a hurry and leapt out of her house into the arms of a very startled young man. His name was Geert van Der Hoff, and the two soon did marry not even a year later. Of course, Lise was a very stern and powerful woman, so she made sure to keep her family name and force Geert to change his.
On December 22nd, that powerful woman gave birth to icy blue eyed Nadia, a blond beauty with an early appetite for knowledge. But on the night of her birth, Lise's Reader told her of another important fortune involving her new daughter. A very deadly fortune.
"My friend," her eyes were stern, completely without emotion," the dear shall drop dead no older than thirty. That is the prediction."
She explained that her daughter was not a bringer of 'hope' as her name suggested, but a bringer of disaster and misfortune. And for her subsequent sins, Nadia was fated to die an early death. Such was the fate of a faulted witch. Lise was horrified, she was tempted to drown the child right there and then - but it would not have worked, for one can never change their fate. From the day she was born, Nadia was hated by her mother, and constantly reminded of what she was to become. The powerful sandy-blond woman made her daughter pay for her sins early in life, constantly forced to help out other and preform hard work. Nadia was sculpted into a person who could think of nothing but to serve, to think only of other people's suffering but never of hers. To hate others was a sign of envy, to want was selfish, to put yourself above all else was evil.
As time grew, the young blond girl found herself loosing emotion. What was the point to love if she was to die? She knew her fate, there was no denying it, and to try otherwise was useless. She was a sinful creature, why should she experience happiness? And to experience sorrow was just as selfish, since there were countless others out in the world who had it so much worse. The only thing she could feel anymore was the burden of mankind and the rage towards sin in all it's forms.
Nadia never knew her father, who died before she was born. She never knew how, or why, and she never cared to ask. Nadia didn't seem to care much for anything, anymore.
She never learned how to use her powers, since her mother didn't want to teach such a terrible child that she was allowed to use abilities that others wished they could posses. But Nadia knew that it was because her mother was afraid what she would do with them. And boy was she right to be. When the girl went to school at Florence, she met others of her kind, others who knew how to posses these powers and use them for good. Nadia wanted to be good.
The witch's appetite for knowledge proved to accelerate her rate of learning. Her powers grew and grew, and she soon stood above all her peers. Nadia knew that was evil, to be better than others.... but realized, she was evil.
She would always be evil, according to mother.
Nadia realized that she could not change her fate of evil, as according to her mother, so why try? She was as sinful a creature as she would ever be. Why not start now? With that, she crossed over to the realms of Fantasia and struck a deal with the devil - aka the very evil himself, Teryxael Palewing the Silent. She received the dark side of magic as well as the good side she already owned to it's full extent, and in turn she became his loyal servant. She believed she was doing what she was supposed to, carrying out her fate just like her mother always told her.
What she was doing was right, and what she was doing was so very, very evil.
She was sin in human flesh, and she knew it.
Already out of school, in order to keep near to her job as a servant, she needed to gain a new one. Thus she became the English teacher at Florence, the only subject she had ever liked. Language was powerful, words were powerful. She may have been fluent in Dutch, French, German, and Latin, but English held a certain beauty to her. It was so complex, so tangled with countless threads that ran from thousands of directions and combined into beautiful complete forms. That was not to say, that French or Latin weren't as complex or beautiful as well, just that English held something... special to her, which was a phenomenal occurrence in her case.
And there she stands today, a cold beauty with a deadly aura. But she shall not stand much longer.
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
- Lady Shallot by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Family: Mother: Lise Meijer
Father: Geert Meijer (Deceased)
Anything you'd like to add? She's like, totally not based off of Nicci from the Truth Sword series.... Totally. *cough* Also, read the poem Lady Shallot. Like now. And then listen to the song Shallot by Emilie Autumn. Like also now.
"My friend, the dear shall drop dead no older than thirty. That is the prediction."
Nadia Meijer grew up in Kerkrade, Netherlands which is the western half of the divided region with the eastern German town of Herzogenrath, thus her accent has a twinge of German in it, separating her from other dutch speakers. She, like many other gifted, came from a long line of powerful witches. Her mother, Lise Meijer, was an exceptionally powerful one that prided in her work. She was incredibly superstitious, and believed just about every type of fortune telling that there was. When one April night she heard from her most trusted Reader that she was to marry the first gentleman she saw in the morning, she woke in a hurry and leapt out of her house into the arms of a very startled young man. His name was Geert van Der Hoff, and the two soon did marry not even a year later. Of course, Lise was a very stern and powerful woman, so she made sure to keep her family name and force Geert to change his.
On December 22nd, that powerful woman gave birth to icy blue eyed Nadia, a blond beauty with an early appetite for knowledge. But on the night of her birth, Lise's Reader told her of another important fortune involving her new daughter. A very deadly fortune.
"My friend," her eyes were stern, completely without emotion," the dear shall drop dead no older than thirty. That is the prediction."
She explained that her daughter was not a bringer of 'hope' as her name suggested, but a bringer of disaster and misfortune. And for her subsequent sins, Nadia was fated to die an early death. Such was the fate of a faulted witch. Lise was horrified, she was tempted to drown the child right there and then - but it would not have worked, for one can never change their fate. From the day she was born, Nadia was hated by her mother, and constantly reminded of what she was to become. The powerful sandy-blond woman made her daughter pay for her sins early in life, constantly forced to help out other and preform hard work. Nadia was sculpted into a person who could think of nothing but to serve, to think only of other people's suffering but never of hers. To hate others was a sign of envy, to want was selfish, to put yourself above all else was evil.
As time grew, the young blond girl found herself loosing emotion. What was the point to love if she was to die? She knew her fate, there was no denying it, and to try otherwise was useless. She was a sinful creature, why should she experience happiness? And to experience sorrow was just as selfish, since there were countless others out in the world who had it so much worse. The only thing she could feel anymore was the burden of mankind and the rage towards sin in all it's forms.
Nadia never knew her father, who died before she was born. She never knew how, or why, and she never cared to ask. Nadia didn't seem to care much for anything, anymore.
She never learned how to use her powers, since her mother didn't want to teach such a terrible child that she was allowed to use abilities that others wished they could posses. But Nadia knew that it was because her mother was afraid what she would do with them. And boy was she right to be. When the girl went to school at Florence, she met others of her kind, others who knew how to posses these powers and use them for good. Nadia wanted to be good.
The witch's appetite for knowledge proved to accelerate her rate of learning. Her powers grew and grew, and she soon stood above all her peers. Nadia knew that was evil, to be better than others.... but realized, she was evil.
She would always be evil, according to mother.
Nadia realized that she could not change her fate of evil, as according to her mother, so why try? She was as sinful a creature as she would ever be. Why not start now? With that, she crossed over to the realms of Fantasia and struck a deal with the devil - aka the very evil himself, Teryxael Palewing the Silent. She received the dark side of magic as well as the good side she already owned to it's full extent, and in turn she became his loyal servant. She believed she was doing what she was supposed to, carrying out her fate just like her mother always told her.
What she was doing was right, and what she was doing was so very, very evil.
She was sin in human flesh, and she knew it.
Already out of school, in order to keep near to her job as a servant, she needed to gain a new one. Thus she became the English teacher at Florence, the only subject she had ever liked. Language was powerful, words were powerful. She may have been fluent in Dutch, French, German, and Latin, but English held a certain beauty to her. It was so complex, so tangled with countless threads that ran from thousands of directions and combined into beautiful complete forms. That was not to say, that French or Latin weren't as complex or beautiful as well, just that English held something... special to her, which was a phenomenal occurrence in her case.
And there she stands today, a cold beauty with a deadly aura. But she shall not stand much longer.
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
- Lady Shallot by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Family: Mother: Lise Meijer
Father: Geert Meijer (Deceased)
Anything you'd like to add? She's like, totally not based off of Nicci from the Truth Sword series.... Totally. *cough* Also, read the poem Lady Shallot. Like now. And then listen to the song Shallot by Emilie Autumn. Like also now.
Hope you guess my name...
Your name: Tsubasa! 
Parent of which characters: *Takes a deep breath* Dante, Seth, Sapphire, Damion, Miles, Taki, aaaand Cain. I think that's it.
Parent of which characters: *Takes a deep breath* Dante, Seth, Sapphire, Damion, Miles, Taki, aaaand Cain. I think that's it.
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game...
(c) Poe & Realms of Fantasia
Lyrics (c) Guns N' Roses
Do not steal.
It's bad.
