Post by makyah on Dec 3, 2012 3:02:59 GMT
Makyah Belle Berwick
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Time stands still; Beauty in all she is. I will be brave. I will not let anything take away, what's standing in front of me. Every breath; Every hour has come to this. One step closer. ~[/b][/size][/font]
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Age: Twenty two
Species: Human
Occupation: Lady; Stable boy
Playby: Kristen Bell
Father: Victor Berwick
Mother: Jezeriah Berwick-Samson
Siblings: Annabell&Scarlet, both deceased & Micheil, twin brother
Other: Jessie, her half-wolf mutt
Likes:
Rainy summer days
Swimming
Reading
Walking through forests
Horses & riding
Dislikes:
Lightning
Spiders / Bugs
The dark
Closed in spaces
Strengths:[/size]
Quick witted
Fast on her feet
Intelligent
Sarcastic
Can tell when someone is lying
Weaknesses:[/size]
Cocky & Arrogant
Tempermental
Easity distracted
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Makyah is a rather strange person to describe. Generally she is a very happy-go-lucky woman, seemingly high off of life and able to make any boring moment or bleak day better with her very existence. She's learned to roll with the punches, and doesn't let much phase her or put her in a foul mood, considering the life she's been forced into. Most things she says should be taken as jokes, and though some may be completely cheesy and horrible, she's just looking to make others smile. On the flip side she can become a bit sardonic at times, making fun of people, but not meaning to. She doesn't wish to hurt anyone on purpose, but what she says can be taken as an insult or snide comment, but it's never intentional, just how it works out.
Makyah is quite easy to get along with, she is a friend to everyone, and especially likes to take care of and interact with children and animals. She's quite protective when she senses someone is in danger, and throws herself in front of that person or animal to try and keep them safe. She does wear her emotions on her sleeves, so you can bet you'll get an earful if she is upset or angry with you. Makyah tends to get a bit clingy to others, attaching herself emotionally to strangers and feeling abandoned when they leave abruptly.
The things that truly make Makyah different from everyone else, besides everything mentioned above, are her trustworthiness, and her curiosity. Mak’s curious nature tends to get her in trouble more often then not. She enjoys sticking her nose in places where it doesn't belong and has been caught in a trap more often then she can count. She's just a naturally curious person, she likes to know how things works, she likes to touch and pick up and feel things, and well, she likes asking questions. Lots, and lots, and looooots, of questions. But, you could literally rest your life in the palm of her hand and know that you're perfectly safe. She's one of the few people who would rather die then to give away someones secrets, or to rat out a friend. No matter the amount of torture, or the threats she has to endure, her mouth will stay shut. And she has your back no matter what, she's loyal to those she loves, and wouldn't turn her back on a fight, or a friend.
For most of Makyah's life she has lived under the guise of a male, working as a stable boy for her father and brother, rather then as the lady she was born to be. So she has learned to be quiet, and appear as small and manly as possible while in public eye. She is only ever her true self when she is alone with her brother, or alone with the friends and guards that she likes and enjoys the company of.
Eyes:[/size] Blue
Hair:[/size] Blonde
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Ms. Berwick is rather lovely when she isn't parading around as a boy with mud smeared on her cheeks. She has long, wavy blond hair that rests near the mid of her back but is always pulled up tight and tucked expertly under a cap. Her eyes are a piercing blue, that would make men's hearts stop beating if they only knew she was a girl. She has high cheek bones, soft, blemish-free skin, and a small, pert nose. Her lips are full, though chapped nearly constantly from working in the sun nearly all day, every day. Her palms do have a few callouses, but nothing that is too off-putting when you hold her hand.
She's short in stature, only an inch or two above five feet, a difficulty when she needs to clean horses and stalls. But she fits in with the other young boys who work on the farm for her family. She's thin, but with tone in her arms and legs from hard labor. Her body is athletic, and lithe, enabling her to run long distances, and fit herself into small cubbies and holes when she finds the need to disappear from sight.
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History: [/font]
Victor Berwick was never known for being a kind and gentle man. He was power hungry, harsh, and usually in a foul temper regardless of time of day. His grumpy demeanor over the years had earned him the unsavory title 'Beast of the South'. To the ones living under his rule, what rule he has in his little plot of land, he is a cruel but fair leader, making sure his people don't starve, but requiring more work from them then necessary. The only soft side to Lord Berwick is his stunningly beautiful wife Jezeriah Samson. The Lady Berwick is almost the complete opposite of her gruff husband, beautiful, sweet, kind and compassionate, she made up for her husband's tyranny by being the shining star of their keep. A mother to all and considered a Saint, Lady Berwick loved her husband with a fierce abandon, and cared for him through his darkest of tempers. Lord Berwick never raised a hand to her, never once did more then yell gruffly in her direction, his love for her repressed the years of abuse and anger he went through as a child and saved him from many 'bouts of depression.
The first of their children was a small girl, born a bit early, Annabell required many hours of care day and night in her first few months of life. Jezeriah didn't seem phased by this, and was willing to do whatever it took to keep her daughter alive. And while Victor wanted nothing more then a son, he was eager to keep his wife happy. Unfortunately, even Lady Berwick's sweet and loving reputation could not save her daughter from the cruelty of their land, and Annabell passed away nearly a month before her second birthday. Distraught, the Lady Berwick locked herself away in her chambers for months. Victor found himself nearly as crazed trying to bring his wife any kind of happiness, going on tirade after tirade, buying her expensive cloths and jewels, wishing she'd bring herself at least to speak with him.
Two months passed, and Jezeriah felt she was well enough to once again share her bed with her husband. She was never as peaceful and happy, the sight of babies making her near ill, and causing strain on her heart, but she suffered through it to become the bright light of her keep once more. No one blamed her for her attitude, understanding how distressed she was by the loss of a child, and when she became pregnant once more, the keep rejoiced. People were more wary, and cautious around her, making sure she was comfortable and her diet well suited the pregnancy. This time she gave birth at the right time, and both babies were perfectly healthy. Makyah and Micheil were met with a grand reception, and for the first year their mother hung over them, making sure that nothing could go wrong with their health. Reassured that both of these children would survive, Jezeriah relaxed and simply watched her children grow.
Makyah was instantly beloved by the entire keep, treated as well as any Princess and even her father favored her a tad bit over his son. Micheil was also loved by the keep, his father proud to have a boy caused his raging tempers to slowly disappear. Until disaster struck their home.
Months after Makyah and Micheil's second birthday, Lady Berwick was once again with child, only this time the baby was slowing taking Lady Berwick's life. Lord Victor brought as many doctors he could find, but all of them told him the same thing. Whether or not she gave birth, Jezeriah was not going to live much longer. Lord Berwick fell into a deep depression, staying by his wife's side up until her death. The baby was stillborn, and against his better judgement, he despised it. Jezeriah lived for only hours after the birth, holding her husband's hand as she whispered to him everything and anything she could think of. Some of her final words stick with him to this day. "Protect your children."
And that's just what he did.
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After his wife's death, and the somber funeral that followed, Lord Berwick threw himself to drink. Giving in to the black rages and depressions within him, and leaving no man, woman or child untainted by his foul temper. The keep accepted his temperament, refusing to allow the fear he put in them to let the love they felt for their Lady fade. Micheil continued to live his life as he once did, but Makyah was banished from her chambers, dressed as a boy and taught to care for the horses.
Makyah grew up in the stables, finding the horses perfect company with her new lifestyle. Her father claimed she looked too much like her mother, and the pain her face brought to him would one day cause him to lash out in the most horrendous of ways. Makyah loved her father, regardless of his illness and happily accepted her fate so that her father may cling to what sanity he had left.
She was put under the care of an elderly woman who lived in a small cottage not far from the stables. She was sweet, and a rather excellent cook, which kept Makyah well fed and strong for her daily work. Granted she didn't out grow the other boys who worked with the horses, and while they grew into men and went off to other tasks and lands, she stayed the same small, petite girl as always.
She was never betrothed, was never introduced to other Lord son's and even when Micheil introduced her to his friends, she was introduced as his help, a boy, and not his sister. She grew tiresome of never being able to be herself with everyone, her relationship with her brother was strong, and though he wished she could live the life she should be able to, was powerless to help her. Lord Berwick had aged considerably over the years, and had lost all emotional ties with his friends and family. He ordered his people around, but never thought to bring Makyah back from her exile.
Makyah was fine with her life as it was, and was content spending her afternoons and rare days off in the forests surrounding the keep. Able to let her hair down and walk about in something other then leather trousers and the loose vest she wore while she cleaned and brushed the horses. Though that changed rather quickly when she was told that through a treaty with a neighboring keep, Makyah had been sold as a stable boy, nothing more than a piece of property in her father's eyes. Unfortunately, her care giver was unable to help her in any way, and Makyah was sent off to live in a new keep while her brother was off visiting far off lands.
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Role-play Example:
The deserts of what was once North America, seemed to swallow whole anything living that dared to show it's face. If the sand didn't pull you into it's tight embrace, then the heat that fell from the sun and pounded against your body would certainly do you in. Rarely was there a breeze to ease the pain of the desert, shade was even harder to find. And if you did manage to somehow survive the terrain of this new world, then your end would be met at the point of a pirate's sword, or the dirty claws of some bloodthirsty monster. If however, you managed to stay alive through all of that, and trekked long enough to find it, then you would eventually come upon one of the last strongholds of humanity.
Chicago was not the same as it had been when the world was intact. It's perimeters were reinforced by tall, stone walls, topped with barbed wire and broken glass. Barricades occupied the first few miles inside the city limits, men with crossbows, what was left of guns, and even swords stood at the ready. Prepared to take on whatever threatened their lives at the moment. But once you passed the men and women dressed for battle, and made it into the cities main section, you would be free. Free to breathe once more, knowing that in this sanctuary nothing could hurt you.
There are no more false hopes in this land, no heroes will save you, no idols to pray to. Though you can if it suits you. But who will answer?
In the center of the Quarters, groups of people and creepers alike busy themselves at the different stalls, buying small tidbits of food, bread, clean water, meat if they could afford it. Taking it home, where ever they called home, and sharing it among how ever many of them were left. It was here that the small, red-headed woman tried to acquire some goods. Makyah wasn't used to having to fight for food, she'd been lucky enough to live in a home where she never went without, and even now, with Jediah's money, she could buy more then most everyone else on the street. But she wouldn't let them know that.
She'd escaped Jediah's gaze for a brief moment, knowing he was somewhere, watching. He was always watching. Mak didn't know what to think of him. Something small inside her trusted him, felt safe being around him, but aside from that, Jediah was a complete stranger. She didn't understand his protective nature over her, it felt like he owned her. But Makyah wasn't owned by anyone. She was her own person, and thought perhaps it was time that Jediah understood that.
For now though, she was happy picking out the slim amounts of fruits and vegetables available. She'd take them home to Destiny, and they'd cook something up, something healthier than the slop the restaurants tried to pass off as food. Behind her, the street picked up in preoccupied customers, and before she knew it, Mak was surrounded by creatures of all shapes and sizes. She didn't mind it, but it made it hard for her to walk, and keep her bags and pockets in check.
Struggling to make it through a group of, what she assumed were heartbreakers gawking at the prices of some donated blood, Makyah tripped. Sending a bag of her goods rolling over the street before her. Silently cursing her bad luck, she began to pick everything up, ignoring the hushed voices of others around her watching. She was in a very vulnerable state, crawling on the ground, and the laws may protect her legally, but that didn't stop people from killing.
Hoping someone would either help or come to her rescue, Makyah tried to pick her goods up quickly. Trying her best not to seem panicked.
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Name: Ashe, or Makyah. :D
Location: Kalamazoo (Central time)
RP Experience: Around nine years
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Fun Fact About You: I am, in fact, a banana. :D Also, I enjoy making graphics, coding & skinning. :3
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