Post by Djaq on Jun 4, 2009 18:31:14 GMT
I saw other people added to the application and honestly, I can't really do short apps. I like to make sure I have everything down about them, >.>;; I can shorten it if you need me to! (Sorry!)
Basics:
Character name: She goes by Djaq, although this is her brother's name. Her real name is Saffiyah, but that girl is hidden deep within her heart.
Gender: Female
Birthday: 18th November
Likes: Freedom, spices, Much’s cooking, teaching whoever wants to learn (about medicine or Arabic),
sunshine, life.
Dislikes: Getting too close, English food, dogs, rain, a large number of men, confinement.
Strengths: Skilled medic and scientist/alchemist, reasonably skilled with a sword, level-headed to a fault, smart, doesn’t need to prove herself.
Weaknesses: Finds it difficult to blend in with others due to her accent and colouring, wants to find the man who killed her brother, thirst for further knowledge, not as strong as some members of the group.
Fears: Never going home again, being enslaved, heavy downpours, thunder, being alone, being married.
Bad Habits: Biting her nails, lording her education a little bit, singing songs from home (badly).
Best Memory: Learning about medicines from her father, by her brother’s side.
Worst Memory: Finding her brother dead, when she could have saved him.
Five Words To Describe You: Intelligent, witty, sarcastic, opinionated, detached.
Biggest Secret: She was once betrothed to a man back home.
Basic Personality: Djaq is rather strict with herself when it comes to interacting with other people. Since the loss of her own family, she is a little scared of letting anyone get close to her, and so she seems quite detached - of course, this proves to be beneficial a lot of the time since she’s a skilled medic and alchemist, and in her father’s words, the best doctor is the least emotional one. This is not to say she isn’t a living, breathing creature - she loves, she loathes, she longs. She’s just better at hiding it than the average person. Unfortunately (for her), Robin’s gang have wormed their way under her armour and are being particularly persistent at staying there. They're practically her family now, but it took a lot of effort and they have her utmost respect.
Djaq makes up for her occasional lack of warmth by being overly sarcastic, and finds the humour in most people. A little bit of this is simply because she’s been educated and she finds it difficult to believe so many of the British can’t even read or write.. She does do her best to not brag or show off, but simple skills can wind up people and she can’t always help herself. She loves nothing more than to poke fun at the English way of life, its lack of efficiency and how unclean they all are. She’s a very determined young woman and brings this determination to everything she does - some people would call her stubborn or mule-headed. Djaq? Never… Another, slightly worrying, thing is her thirst for furthering her knowledge - she’d love nothing more than to be able to play around with chemicals and things all day long, and this could lead to her taking a few, not so great risks if she feels it’s important enough (a prime chance for her to show just how opinionated she can be - she doesn’t think anyone else appreciates knowledge like she does).
One notable thing is that she has never felt the need to prove herself amongst her fellow outlaws. Despite being a woman, the others haven’t rubbed this in her face and she doesn’t lord it up when she does something they didn’t. Despite her pretending to be a man and her disregard of certain ways, she is firmly a Muslim and acts as such. If anyone even suggests she change this, or insinuates that her god is false, she will be quick to defend it - the only thing she really lets herself be passionate about these days. She has tried and failed to convert some of the gang previously, but she’s persistent.
Parents: Fuad (father, deceased), Ihab (mother, deceased).
Siblings: Djaq (twin brother, deceased).
Other Important Figures: Bassam (uncle from her father’s side, 42, Acre), Nadim Saab (32, betrothed, Acre).
Home Town: Acre
In Depth History: Born Saffiyah, the eldest of a pair of twins, she came into the world with barely a sound and delighted her troubled parents, as her mother’s birth had been a difficult one. Closely followed by her brother, Djaq, the two were instantly inseparable and would grow to cause a lot of trouble for their family. Unfortunately, only a few weeks after their birth, Ihab died due to an infection and the children were raised without a mother.
As their parents were fairly well off, her father being a doctor and her mother simply a housewife, Djaq and Saffiyah grew up in relative solitude on the grounds of her home, playing under the sun and chasing each other as children are wont to do, and generally pestering anyone who appeared in their vision. Saffiyah was much louder then, following her twin into any trouble he could think up, and taking care of him when he managed to get into trouble (though somehow she got out of it often). When they were seven, their father (Fuad) demanded that Djaq start learning the family trade – that of medical care – and also how to fight, should the need arise for him to battle for Allah and for their nation. Initially Djaq protested against this, Saffiyah firmly by her brother’s side, providing her silent support, until the day Fuad finally gave in and allowed Saffiyah to join her brother in his training. Then it was no problem for them at all.
It turned out that Fuad should have accepted straight away – Saffiyah proved to be a natural with the substances they pottered around with, mixing up remedies and remembering properties with the greatest of ease while her brother stood around looking lost. It was during Saffiyah’s training that she got the scar on her knee – Djaq ran into her, they fell over and broke some pottery, and when Saffiyah went to get up, she got a piece lodged in there. After several more instances like this, Fuad relieved his son from his duties and allowed him to pursue solely military occupations, Saffiyah giving up the honour of being taught how to fight by her cousins and learning from her brother in the evenings so she could spend more time learning about science and furthering her medical skills. Almost as soon as she became a teenager, she was out on trips with her father, tending to the sick women in their neighbourhood in order to make life easier for her father.
He was so proud of her, in fact, that he quickly found her a suitor – Nadim Saab, a wealthy merchant growing rich off trade with a distant land. Saffiyah didn’t like the man, and with the help of her brother, managed to postpone the wedding for a while, claiming she wanted to learn to be a proper wife for him before she could join him in holy matrimony… which would mean she’d actually have to learn how to cook, amongst other things, and unfortunately she had already demonstrated she was bad at and had subsequently been banned from the kitchen. She was 15 at the time, and not interested in men, especially not men far too old for her. Thankfully, he eventually got tired of waiting and took another woman as his wife, which was a relief to both twins.
By the time she was 18, the war in the Holy Land had really kicked off. Her brother was killed in one of the first rushes against the Christians, and Saffiyah had been right alongside him, as she had dressed up as a boy in order to help the effort. One Englishman, whom Saffiyah got a fairly good look at, shot her brother in the side with an arrow, the powerful longbow having him just in range. She could have saved him, had she been calm enough for it – the wound in his side was bleeding quickly, and Saffiyah panicked, resulting in his death. Ever since, she has blamed herself for this. After this, she watched her father healing wounded soldiers and increased her knowledge of battlefield wounds, so that she would not let another man die the same way. Her father also died fighting, but Saffiyah doesn’t know this yet – she had already been carted off elsewhere by that point.
Following her brother’s death, instead of merely hiding her hair and mourning, she cut it all off and vowed to find the man who had slain him. Due to this, she took up his name and tattooed it on her hip, so that she would always have him nearby, took up his sword and left to fight off the English, only to be captured and shipped off to England to be forced to mine in the Sheriff Vaizey’s properties…
…Which was pretty lucky for her, really, as she and her fellow Saracens were rescued by Robin Hood and his gang. Untrusting at first, Robin’s honest nature and knowledge of her culture got the better of her and, curious, she helped them out and even stayed behind while all her fellow countrymen left for their homeland because these men were so different to the ones she had encountered. These ones cared, regardless of skin colour or religion. Sneaking back into the camp, she nearly got away with her pretence if it hadn’t been for Will Scarlett’s revelation of her gender, and she’s been there ever since, growing and learning with the gang while they fight for Nottingham and justice.
Roleplayer's name: Kath.
Roleplaying Sample:
This is from a medieval site I'm on, I hope it's okay. :/ If you'd rather I made an in-character post, I'll happily do one. =D
Basics:
Character name: She goes by Djaq, although this is her brother's name. Her real name is Saffiyah, but that girl is hidden deep within her heart.
Gender: Female
Birthday: 18th November
Likes: Freedom, spices, Much’s cooking, teaching whoever wants to learn (about medicine or Arabic),
sunshine, life.
Dislikes: Getting too close, English food, dogs, rain, a large number of men, confinement.
Strengths: Skilled medic and scientist/alchemist, reasonably skilled with a sword, level-headed to a fault, smart, doesn’t need to prove herself.
Weaknesses: Finds it difficult to blend in with others due to her accent and colouring, wants to find the man who killed her brother, thirst for further knowledge, not as strong as some members of the group.
Fears: Never going home again, being enslaved, heavy downpours, thunder, being alone, being married.
Bad Habits: Biting her nails, lording her education a little bit, singing songs from home (badly).
Best Memory: Learning about medicines from her father, by her brother’s side.
Worst Memory: Finding her brother dead, when she could have saved him.
Five Words To Describe You: Intelligent, witty, sarcastic, opinionated, detached.
Biggest Secret: She was once betrothed to a man back home.
Basic Personality: Djaq is rather strict with herself when it comes to interacting with other people. Since the loss of her own family, she is a little scared of letting anyone get close to her, and so she seems quite detached - of course, this proves to be beneficial a lot of the time since she’s a skilled medic and alchemist, and in her father’s words, the best doctor is the least emotional one. This is not to say she isn’t a living, breathing creature - she loves, she loathes, she longs. She’s just better at hiding it than the average person. Unfortunately (for her), Robin’s gang have wormed their way under her armour and are being particularly persistent at staying there. They're practically her family now, but it took a lot of effort and they have her utmost respect.
Djaq makes up for her occasional lack of warmth by being overly sarcastic, and finds the humour in most people. A little bit of this is simply because she’s been educated and she finds it difficult to believe so many of the British can’t even read or write.. She does do her best to not brag or show off, but simple skills can wind up people and she can’t always help herself. She loves nothing more than to poke fun at the English way of life, its lack of efficiency and how unclean they all are. She’s a very determined young woman and brings this determination to everything she does - some people would call her stubborn or mule-headed. Djaq? Never… Another, slightly worrying, thing is her thirst for furthering her knowledge - she’d love nothing more than to be able to play around with chemicals and things all day long, and this could lead to her taking a few, not so great risks if she feels it’s important enough (a prime chance for her to show just how opinionated she can be - she doesn’t think anyone else appreciates knowledge like she does).
One notable thing is that she has never felt the need to prove herself amongst her fellow outlaws. Despite being a woman, the others haven’t rubbed this in her face and she doesn’t lord it up when she does something they didn’t. Despite her pretending to be a man and her disregard of certain ways, she is firmly a Muslim and acts as such. If anyone even suggests she change this, or insinuates that her god is false, she will be quick to defend it - the only thing she really lets herself be passionate about these days. She has tried and failed to convert some of the gang previously, but she’s persistent.
Parents: Fuad (father, deceased), Ihab (mother, deceased).
Siblings: Djaq (twin brother, deceased).
Other Important Figures: Bassam (uncle from her father’s side, 42, Acre), Nadim Saab (32, betrothed, Acre).
Home Town: Acre
In Depth History: Born Saffiyah, the eldest of a pair of twins, she came into the world with barely a sound and delighted her troubled parents, as her mother’s birth had been a difficult one. Closely followed by her brother, Djaq, the two were instantly inseparable and would grow to cause a lot of trouble for their family. Unfortunately, only a few weeks after their birth, Ihab died due to an infection and the children were raised without a mother.
As their parents were fairly well off, her father being a doctor and her mother simply a housewife, Djaq and Saffiyah grew up in relative solitude on the grounds of her home, playing under the sun and chasing each other as children are wont to do, and generally pestering anyone who appeared in their vision. Saffiyah was much louder then, following her twin into any trouble he could think up, and taking care of him when he managed to get into trouble (though somehow she got out of it often). When they were seven, their father (Fuad) demanded that Djaq start learning the family trade – that of medical care – and also how to fight, should the need arise for him to battle for Allah and for their nation. Initially Djaq protested against this, Saffiyah firmly by her brother’s side, providing her silent support, until the day Fuad finally gave in and allowed Saffiyah to join her brother in his training. Then it was no problem for them at all.
It turned out that Fuad should have accepted straight away – Saffiyah proved to be a natural with the substances they pottered around with, mixing up remedies and remembering properties with the greatest of ease while her brother stood around looking lost. It was during Saffiyah’s training that she got the scar on her knee – Djaq ran into her, they fell over and broke some pottery, and when Saffiyah went to get up, she got a piece lodged in there. After several more instances like this, Fuad relieved his son from his duties and allowed him to pursue solely military occupations, Saffiyah giving up the honour of being taught how to fight by her cousins and learning from her brother in the evenings so she could spend more time learning about science and furthering her medical skills. Almost as soon as she became a teenager, she was out on trips with her father, tending to the sick women in their neighbourhood in order to make life easier for her father.
He was so proud of her, in fact, that he quickly found her a suitor – Nadim Saab, a wealthy merchant growing rich off trade with a distant land. Saffiyah didn’t like the man, and with the help of her brother, managed to postpone the wedding for a while, claiming she wanted to learn to be a proper wife for him before she could join him in holy matrimony… which would mean she’d actually have to learn how to cook, amongst other things, and unfortunately she had already demonstrated she was bad at and had subsequently been banned from the kitchen. She was 15 at the time, and not interested in men, especially not men far too old for her. Thankfully, he eventually got tired of waiting and took another woman as his wife, which was a relief to both twins.
By the time she was 18, the war in the Holy Land had really kicked off. Her brother was killed in one of the first rushes against the Christians, and Saffiyah had been right alongside him, as she had dressed up as a boy in order to help the effort. One Englishman, whom Saffiyah got a fairly good look at, shot her brother in the side with an arrow, the powerful longbow having him just in range. She could have saved him, had she been calm enough for it – the wound in his side was bleeding quickly, and Saffiyah panicked, resulting in his death. Ever since, she has blamed herself for this. After this, she watched her father healing wounded soldiers and increased her knowledge of battlefield wounds, so that she would not let another man die the same way. Her father also died fighting, but Saffiyah doesn’t know this yet – she had already been carted off elsewhere by that point.
Following her brother’s death, instead of merely hiding her hair and mourning, she cut it all off and vowed to find the man who had slain him. Due to this, she took up his name and tattooed it on her hip, so that she would always have him nearby, took up his sword and left to fight off the English, only to be captured and shipped off to England to be forced to mine in the Sheriff Vaizey’s properties…
…Which was pretty lucky for her, really, as she and her fellow Saracens were rescued by Robin Hood and his gang. Untrusting at first, Robin’s honest nature and knowledge of her culture got the better of her and, curious, she helped them out and even stayed behind while all her fellow countrymen left for their homeland because these men were so different to the ones she had encountered. These ones cared, regardless of skin colour or religion. Sneaking back into the camp, she nearly got away with her pretence if it hadn’t been for Will Scarlett’s revelation of her gender, and she’s been there ever since, growing and learning with the gang while they fight for Nottingham and justice.
Roleplayer's name: Kath.
Roleplaying Sample:
This is from a medieval site I'm on, I hope it's okay. :/ If you'd rather I made an in-character post, I'll happily do one. =D
A wingman? Nick couldn't keep the look of disbelief off his face. How old was Jor, really? Five years old? Six, at a push. He couldn't even go and talk to a girl by himself. Some man he turned out to be, huh? He pushed Jor as they walked across and continued grumbling to himself. ”Well, next time find someone else to be your wingman. Like a dog or something. I don't appreciate the insinuation behind the idea.” In fact, the idea that he made Jor look good did offend him a little. What was Jor trying to say? That Nick wasn't good enough for women, or that he looked foolish? Either way, it certainly wasn't a compliment. As he edged away from his friend, however, he sighed to himself. Maybe he was giving Jor too much credit. He'd never hidden insults behind his words before, why would he possibly start now? Perhaps Nick was just being a bit paranoid. It wouldn't be the first time.
He watched the exchange with some amusement, truly wanting to gag slightly. Since when had Jor become such a charming gentleman? It was quite sickening but also amusing. The kiss on her hand was a little over the top, but still entertaining. Maybe Nick was just easily amused. He shook his head slightly as Jor seemed to temporarily remember that he existed, but had the courtesy to acknowledge Lorna's greeting.
”And you too, ma'am,” he replied, bringing his hand to his forehead as if tipping a cap and bowing ever so slightly. He then proceeded to scowl at the back of Jor's head. ”But don't mind me, I'm just the wingman. Someone has to try to make him look good, he clearly can't do that himself,” he teased. His gaze flickered to her rapier and then back to her face, curious. ”Where did you learn to fight like that, if I may ask? You put on quite the show.” And she had, it had been most impressive. He was genuinely interested – he and Jormunder had tried to dissuade Jor's sister, Dayna, from such activities but Lorna's family clearly didn't see it the same way. He wondered why.
He wanted to walk over and have a look at the blade itself, but that might be considered a little rude and if there was one thing Nicholas was proud of, it was his manners. He was quite interested in metalwork, even if he despised the so-called art of war, and he could appreciate a fine blade as much as the next man (or woman, it appeared). Instead he continued to watch the exchange between the two, wondering where it was going to end up. He might leave if it got too embarrassing, he'd just feel shame for Jor when the other man didn't feel it.
He watched the exchange with some amusement, truly wanting to gag slightly. Since when had Jor become such a charming gentleman? It was quite sickening but also amusing. The kiss on her hand was a little over the top, but still entertaining. Maybe Nick was just easily amused. He shook his head slightly as Jor seemed to temporarily remember that he existed, but had the courtesy to acknowledge Lorna's greeting.
”And you too, ma'am,” he replied, bringing his hand to his forehead as if tipping a cap and bowing ever so slightly. He then proceeded to scowl at the back of Jor's head. ”But don't mind me, I'm just the wingman. Someone has to try to make him look good, he clearly can't do that himself,” he teased. His gaze flickered to her rapier and then back to her face, curious. ”Where did you learn to fight like that, if I may ask? You put on quite the show.” And she had, it had been most impressive. He was genuinely interested – he and Jormunder had tried to dissuade Jor's sister, Dayna, from such activities but Lorna's family clearly didn't see it the same way. He wondered why.
He wanted to walk over and have a look at the blade itself, but that might be considered a little rude and if there was one thing Nicholas was proud of, it was his manners. He was quite interested in metalwork, even if he despised the so-called art of war, and he could appreciate a fine blade as much as the next man (or woman, it appeared). Instead he continued to watch the exchange between the two, wondering where it was going to end up. He might leave if it got too embarrassing, he'd just feel shame for Jor when the other man didn't feel it.