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 Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:32 pm
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Name: Kanti (pronouncing: "Kan-tee"))
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8
Weight: 127lbs
Physical Appearance: Jet black hair like the feathers of a raven, they were long and straight to her waists. She had a small leather cord around her forehead, two necklaces and many leather cords around her arms as bracelets. Kanti would always wear a Dark brown skirt along with brown boots to her knees, held there with a few leather cords once more. During warm days, she would only wear a small white top, but often when she would get out of the village, she would have on a shirt with wide sleeves to her elbows. The shirt had red and yellow designs on it. As a final touch she would always wear oval-like earrings. With her skin slightly lighter than the others of the tribe, and her light brown eyes, it was clear, that she was different.
Personality: Always very calm and peaceful, Kanti is often misunderstood. Her voice usually very light and soft, like the one of a shy child, people would think of her as a shy young lady, when actually she wasn't shy at all, just often very quiet. She would rather listen than speak, but when things were important and needed to be said, she would speak up her mind with respect. Kanti tend to think a little to much, which would bring her into asking herself a lot of question and falling into deep confusion sometimes.
History: For many years, Kanti had been kept away from her real history. Just like all the other children in the tribe, she thought she was born in the village and raised by her original parents. But as she reached her 16 years old, she learned that she had been adopted. The couple that, she had thought her bioligical parents, found her as a baby probably only a few days after she was born. She was laying under a tall tree, envelopped into a puffy blanket, crying loudly. The native people saw in her native blood, so they took her into their tribe and made her their child. They loved and cared for her just as if she had been their real child and in fact, it was somewhat true. They educated her and made her feel like she was really part of the tribe. But deep inside her, she knew she wasn't of their blood. She probably was from another tribe, but that would be left unknown for probably as long as she would live.
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:53 pm
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