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Join date : 2012-12-02

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OOC: Saeyer
Classification: Master
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PostSubject: Belen Cardenas   Sun Dec 02, 2012 6:13 pm


The Basics


Name: Belen Cardenas
Age: 41
Element: Water
Classification: Master
Birth Kingdom: Unda
Home Kingdom: Unda

Appearance


Playby: Ines Sastre
Appearance:
Belen Cardenas is an athletic woman covered in lean muscle from swimming and hard work. The bottoms of her feet are leathery from walking long distances without shoes and her hands are calloused from working ropes and oars. While quite pretty in her own right, she works hard and likes to do things for herself, not that she's above manipulating someone she knows finds her attractive. Her skin has a rich brown tan from working in the sun and on the sea, where the sunlight can reflect off the water with a vengeance. Her dark, wild hair is kept in a loose ponytails at the base of her neck, the tail itself only reaching for a few inches beyond that point; pieces of it escape regularly but if she really wanted it out of her face, she'd tie it up better. Mostly she just wants the bulk of it out of her mouth and eyes. Her eyes are a warm brown with flecks of dark brown and she has a wide, friendly mouth. The clothes she wears are simple and well-worn, oftentimes a loose brown tunic with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into a pair of tan pants and belted around her waist. For warmth, when she needs it, she has an assortment of shawls, sashes-turned-scarves and a length of cloth that can act as a cloak or blanket. She wears no jewelry, has no tattoos, and no large visible scars.

Personality


Personality:
Belen grew up assuming she would be a fisherman like her father, out on the water all day and sleeping hard each night. While she no longer wants to fish for a living, that work ethic has stuck with her. If she doesn't have something to do, she feels idle and useless; even time spent relaxing needs to have a definitive ending or she starts to get restless. One of the few exceptions is time spent swimming and practicing her control over her element. These things may look recreational, but are important to her lifestyle and skill set, and so count as work to her. She also has a habit of distrusting others' work - if something needs to be done she wants to do it herself and if you have to do it she wants to be looking over your shoulder. Many people find this less than endearing.

After being basically self sustaining for several years, she chafes a little under other people's leadership unless she respects and trusts them implicitly. She has no desire to lead other people, just to decide her own direction. In many ways this translates into a reluctance to commit, to relationships or responsibilities. The idea of taking up a job that requires staying in the same city for years and potentially even the rest of her life makes her a little panicky, as if it spells certain doom and unhappiness. This mentality also ensures that she only sticks around long enough for things to start to look bad before she up and leaves.

On the whole Belen is an easy person to get along with, unless you're looking for a fight. She laughs easily and loudly, enjoys making the person she's talking to feel interesting or wanted and on the whole would much rather get along with a person than find fault with them. She enjoys having a large group of friends, though in essence they are more like acquaintances she has charmed enough that, should she need one, she would have a place to stay. Actual friends that can be fought with and then reconciled are a little thin on the ground, as she has an unfortunate habit of assuming people think worse of her than they do. Were a person willing to be patient with her, they would gain a good friend and she would grow considerably.

Having never needed to do much in the way of self protection, Belen has little to no fighting ability. She can throw a punch, sure, but there's no guaranteeing it'll hit anywhere that'll do damage. While strong physically, she has no technique and little to do desire to hurt anyone. That is changing, however, as she can hardly get away with being a pacifist on a pirate ship. She hopes to learn how to defend herself, at the very least, and pirates are as good as anyone to learn from.

Likes:
  • swimming & the ocean
      Belen grew up in, on and around the ocean, swimming in it, playing in it and working in it. With the way her elements works for her, it has become a sort of second home, a place she knows intimately and affectionately. Not only is swimming enjoyable, it keeps her fit and surrounds her in her element; it can also be a very spiritual experience for her, floating in the ocean and being able to feel the movements of sea creatures far below her, or even just the slight vibration of a small school of fish swimming by. Sometimes its difficult for her to pay attention to the moment, with all the ripples bouncing around and telling her where things are, but being completely submerged in water is very comforting.
  • her family
      Belen has a deep and abiding love for her family, even when they drive her mad. She gets on well with most of her siblings, though she hasn't seen many of them in quite awhile, and treasures her nieces and nephews, when she gets to see them. Her own children she also loves dearly but is content to do so from a distance.
  • independence
      Nothing quite like having control over your own life. Belen traveled locally extensively in her youth and remembers those times with a nostalgic fondness that might not be completely accurate, but she's not thinking about that too hard. Mostly now she doesn't want to be tied to specific place for too long, or dependent on anyone for her livelihood or happiness. Good luck there.
  • walking & travelling
      Belen might as well be a perpetual motion machine. She enjoys travel, at least as she has known it, between islands that are no more than several hundred feet apart, and across small landmasses. When she isn't swimming, she's walking, and when she can't walk or swim she's in a boat. Staying in one place for a long time makes her begin to fidget, fearing becoming idle or lazy. Usually she can find a way to occupy herself, but a more romantic side to her loves the idea of travel and seeing places and things currently unknown to her. This desire has been shrunk to a more manageable size due to monetary restrictions.
  • laughter, dancing & music
      Like many people, Belen loves a good time. While by no means a talented dancer, she enjoys it and will take part without coaxing if there is music with a good beat and other people. She likes to laugh and occasionally enjoys being the center of attention at such events, dancing with as many people as possible and making conversation as she does so. While not a tight lipped person by nature, an atmosphere of fun can bring out a much more cheerful, talkative side of her that is often kept in check.

Dislikes:
  • intimate/romantic relationships
      Belen has, at this point, spent literally half her life in a relationship that was pretty dysfunctional and she has watched her brother Ivan cycle through multiple wives. Mostly she dislikes relationships because they seem to start out wonderfully and devolve into emotional anguish and, potentially, physical violence. She's definitely not looking for one, especially since relationships are almost synonymous to commitment and being tied town (to her).
  • verbal confrontation
      When she knows (or thinks) she's right, Belen absolutely hates to back down from a fight. She wants you to know that she's right and you're wrong and your idea was stupid in the first place, probably because you're stupid. In an argument she has a tendency to say what she thinks will piss the other person off the most, partially because it allows her to feel like she's maintaining the upper hand if they're angrier than she is. More often that not she's chagrined and apologetic afterward, but its hard to slow her down once you've pissed her off.
  • killing sea mammals
      Fishing she can take, even the hunting of the few land mammals big enough to eat on the Undan isles, but after a stint of helping people track down pods of dolphins and groups of seals in her youth, she hates it. It might be something about the way they move or how much personality they seem to have, but she identifies with seals to a degree that makes it disturbing to her to see people kill them, no matter the reason. Whaling is also abhorent to her, especially because whales are such rare and incredible beasts, it seems like a huge waste to kill one.
  • being condescended to
      Not that anyone ever enjoys this, but Belen in particular cannot stand a person assuming she is stupider or less capable than she is. If a man tries to come over and explain to her that she's tying a knot wrong and it should be more like this, unless it becomes immediately clear to her that he is in fact correct, he might meet with a sharp comeback and a dirty look. While she may not be as physically strong as some of the sailors she knows, it doesn't stop her from resenting it when they point it out. Also, telling her she can't do something because she's 1) a woman, 2) a mother, or 3) your sister, doesn't sit well.
  • storms
      Nothing quite as terrifying as being on a boat in the middle of a storm at sea. Also, the knowledge that many other people of her power level would be able to at least sort of help the ship out in that situation makes her feel powerless and likely to snap at anyone that asks if there's something she can do.

Elemental Strengths
  • purifying salt water
      If Belen is given a roughly bathtub-sized amount, or less, of salt water, she has the ability to draw the salt from it to produce clean, drinkable water. It takes a decent amount of concentration, but if she sits with her hand in the water for long enough, the salt will begin to crystallize on her skin. By the time she's finished it will be like a second skin, the heaviness of it dependent on the level of salinity and how much water she was purifying. Afterward she needs to remove the salt from her skin fairly quickly before too much of it is absorbed, or she can become very dehydrated very quickly.
  • radar
      Belen does not control water: she cannot push it here and there or craft it into a wave. Instead, when in a body of water she is able to use it like an extended sensory field. This field extends in roughly a mile around her place in the water, but farther out becomes increasingly fuzzy and difficult to focus on. As children, several of the Cardenas children would play a game where Belen would stand in the shallows on the beach with her eyes shut and ears stuffed with anything that might muffle sound. The point of the game was to sneak up on her and touch her before she dodged, having felt you coming from the ripples your footsteps created. As a child it was a nice party trick - as she grew older, though, she took the time and effort to practice and is now quite adept. She needs to be at least partially submerged to do this, and the more of her that's in the water the better. With it she has been able to locate coral reefs, large schools of fish and on occasion other ships.

Elemental Weaknesses
  • moving water
      Unlike many of the Water-system fishermen she grew up with, Belen has little to no luck pushing or pulling water with her abilities. She cannot form water into a wave or even keep rain from falling on herself. It was extremely disappointing to her as a child, and even sometimes now she wishes she could do some of the things she sees her siblings doing.
  • sensing currents
      One of the downsides of her ability to sense ripples, distortion and movement in water is that the currents get lost in it all. She can feel them just fine when she's being swept away by them, but don't ask her to point out where they are from land or even a boat; she just doesn't know. She can tell you where the best fishing ground is from the feeling of the fish moving, but if there's there's a rip tide right before the school, you're going in blind.

Background

Family:
Mother
    Esperanza Cardenas; Water Apprentice (69)
Father
    Antonio Cardenas; Water Apprentice (74)
Siblings
    Ivan Cardenas; Water Apprentice (49)
    Gael Cardenas; Water Citizen (47)
    Angel Cardenas; Water Consular (44)
    Diana Cardenas; Water Citizen (39)
    Zaragosa Cardenas; Water Citizen (37)
Ex-Partner
    Leon Salcedo; Health Consular (48)
Children
    Calista Salcedo; Water Citizen (20)
    Prospero Salcedo; Health Citizen (17)

History:
Belen grew up on the northern coast of Unda, on the edge of a fishing village full of brightly colored cloths and the scent of fish. The huts they lived in were small and breezy, the washing hanging between them like so many flags, but she fell asleep each night nestled between her five siblings and listening to the sounds of the sea outside. As a child she was blissfully unaware of anything beyond their little slice of land, an island with few visitors. There was never a doubt in her mind that she would grow up to be a fisherman, like her father, and grow up to build her own boat, her own hut. She would fish and fish and swim and fish. Fishing was instilled as a clear priority from a young age.

She was a creative girl, frustrating her mother to no end by taking her extra sashes and finding new and interesting ways to wear them. When she gave that up she rediscovered the constellations and renamed them too, throwing a minor tantrum when her older siblings told her she was wrong. As with many small children, she wanted to be able to keep up with her older brother and sister; she wanted to be in on their jokes, and any of the minimal time they had to play together. All the time they spent helping on their father's boat didn't get her any closer to achieving this, for while she was ahead of the younger children she was still well behind Ivan and Gael in skill. She stumped along behind them at the end of the day, heading home to eat and go to bed.

Whenever she had a spare moment, and once in awhile when she didn't, Belen would slip off and do what she was best at: swimming. She swam like an eel, swift and slightly eerie in her movements. Her father sometimes teased her that if she went swimming while he was out in his boat he would trap her in his nets, thinking she was a good day's catch. She was always the first to volunteer to swim for a stray length of rope trailing behind the boat or dive down to retrieve the mussels growing thick on the rocks beneath them. It was while she was swimming she first noticed the inclination of her Water abilities, being able to feel the ripples and vibrations the various creatures around her created as they moved. Her siblings turned it into a game, covering her eyes and ears as she stood in the shallows and trying to creep up on her. After the first few weeks of hit or miss detection, she was usually able to reliably tell when one of them was moving toward her.

It was soon after this that Ivan ran away, leaving behind him a slightly petulant and severely disappointed ten year old sister. Her desire to be liked by her brother had not abated and the fact that he seemed to leave with so little thought about those he left behind made her sullen. She wanted to blame someone for his disappearance but couldn't find a clear enough target, and so her frustration went unvented. It came out in little ways, slipping out after bed to swim or running off to play instead of working. Eventually her parents got fed up and her mother gave her a stern talking to and weighed her down with as much reading as she could. Belen had always been slow to read and even slower to write, partially because she believed she'd never have need of it, but she learned anyway.

Once she had managed to convince her mother she wouldn't skip any more chores, she began to work in earnest at developing her ability to 'hear' fish coming. She tried other things as well, things she had seen other Water Systems do without issue but found herself curiously lacking at many of them, if not most. What sort of Water manipulator couldn't make a wave, or even a ripple? She did, through trial and error, discover that she could pull the salt out of seawater. This turned into both a useful skill for clean water and also a trade option: some of the ships that came through paid good money for fresh sea salt.

She had matured considerably, or at least she liked to think so, by the time her brother returned, pregnant wife in tow. No amount of personal growth would have made her ready to welcome him back without question and without direct intention she treated him coolly, handing him what he asked for but never making conversation. She swam more and more, something many of the young men of the village certainly did not mind. At the age of fourteen she had begun to grow into her own physically, and some believed she would grow up to be quite beautiful. While it would be a lie to say she did not appreciate their attention, she was often too self absorbed to really enjoy it. The thing she loved doing most was floating on her back on the warm waves, eyes shut and simply feeling the ripples and vibrations of the other denizens of the ocean moving around and below her. Only once or twice did she feel the stirrings of a predator that made her retreat to land, but the worry was always at the back of her mind.

When Ivan went off on the merchant ship she was sailing with their father a few times a week and other local fishermen came to her to ask about the best places to leave their crab pots, or their nets. She charged them a modest fee and pointed them in the right direction, though it was about this time that she realized she couldn't feel the currents in the water from a distance, so whether or not the fishermen could get to where she pointed out was a little hit or miss. At home she had taken on some of Aurielle's responsibilities, taking care of a child or two so she could spend time with the others, or even just rest. She had resented Aurielle at first, but grew to like the woman and it was difficult not to like the children, especially when they were babies.

By this point she had received several proposals from various sources, some more serious than others, but turned them all down. Seeing Ivan and Aurielle's marriage become strained and then having Ivan bring his new wife, Estrella, by had left an impression on her and she was in no rush to put herself in a similar position. Instead, at eighteen she decided to see a few of the neighboring islands. She had a reputation on several of them as a good person to consult about the best fishing grounds and she was fairly sure she would be able to pay her way. Besides, there's only so long a woman can stay on one island before it begins to feel a little too small for her.

And so she meandered between islands, staying for months at a time and pointing people in the right direction for a modest cost. In truth she barely scraped by, but she was used to lean living and the freedom of it was intoxicating. She set up a circuit, going from town to town on a monthly or bimonthly basis and letting them know where the schools of fish had moved to, which outcroppings of rocks the crabs had scuttled under. Once in awhile she assisted in a more specialized hunt, if a pod of dolphins came through or seals started encroaching on the fishing grounds, but she did them at great cost or not at all.

Around the time she turned twenty, she met Leon Salcedo. He was not a handsome man by the standards of most, but he had a presence and strength of character that made him the sexiest man in the room, no matter what room it was. He was a carpenter and boat builder by trade, a skill that fluctuated between high demand and low demand; most everyone already had a boat, but when storms ripped through he was the first one they turned to. They came to him for another reason too, as he was a Health Consular and fairly adept at mending wounds. Tall and broad, his skin was tanned and weathered from working in the sun and his large hands were calloused and scarred from slipping with his tools when he was younger. He was the first man that made Belen sit up and pay attention when he spoke to her, and who left her feeling something other than embarrassment when he flirted with her. They became casual lovers; he was her place to sleep when she came through that town, on her rounds.

Things changed when Belen discovered she was pregnant, a year or so into their relationship. Unwilling to tell her family, who were preoccupied with Ivan’s latest wife Chiara and who she was sure would scold her, she made her way back to Leon. She wasn't entirely sure what she expected him to say or do, but not keeping the child never even occurred to her. When she arrived in his town she was beginning to show and it changed the way some of the people interacted with her; several of the women whose husbands had consulted her gave her the eye, then went home to ask their husbands what exactly they'd been paying her for. Unimpressed, Belen ignored them. Her conversation with Leon veered in that direction as well when he began asking if she was sure it was his, absolutely sure. Doing her best to smother her intense frustration at this, she told him yes, she was sure, and no, it couldn't have been anyone else. She made it clear that she expected nothing from him, just that she wanted to let him know. She was halfway out the door before he managed to calm her down and bring her back inside.

They began living together, a tentative arrangement in the beginning. Neither of them was particularly interested in getting married, though they both secretly resented the other for not wanting it, and they had never spent more than three weeks at a time in each other's company before. Once it became clear to the other women of the town that this was a one-man thing, they relaxed and much returned to normal, though she stopped going on her rounds. Belen and Leon fell into an easy companionship, both thoroughly enjoying the other's company and sharing a bed, but there was a tension between them. He made her laugh and feel wanted, but it felt like a defensive necessity: he wouldn't treat a person he had to live with cruelly or dismissively. In reverse, he had a beautiful, feisty woman to flirt with and make love to, but he had the nagging suspicion her passion was more for his benefit than hers.

Things slowly escalated between them until they were locked into an intense, sometimes destructive and thoroughly codependent emotional relationship. They loved each other, each in their own way, but it was never expressed in words and often tender moments were broken awkwardly by either or both parties. Leon was in turns jealous and disinterested, affectionate and cold, sweet and angry. Belen responded in kind, bristling under his negative moods and blooming under the positive. When they fought, the hut shook and the neighbors argued about whether someone should go break things up; when they made up they were intensely apologetic to each other, going out of their way to make it up and having fantastic sex (the neighbors got fed up with this much faster than the fighting). Things cooled down a little before she had the baby, and when she brought Calista, their daughter, into the world all seemed right.

They were attentive and affectionate parents, doing their best to raise a happy child. While they still fought on occasion, they tried not to in front of her or where she might hear; of course, this only half-worked at best. Belen made a point of visiting her family every once in awhile, to let them know she was alive and well; it was also interesting to check up on who Ivan was married to at the time. When Calista was three Belen became pregnant again and it seemed like things were settled: her life would be here, raising Calista and the baby and staying with Leon. Prospero came into the world a healthy, loud baby and once again there was peace in their household.

As Belen raised her children, she came to understand a disappointing fact about herself: she was fundamentally selfish. She loved them, dearly, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking about the other islands and the ocean, places she wanted to be that she couldn't go to. Sometimes she considered slipping away and leaving them with Leon, heading to another cluster of islands and starting over. She partially justified it to herself by thinking that they would be better off with one parent than two parents who shouted at each other all the time. She held off, though, and stayed.

She stayed until Calista was fifteen and Prospero twelve. They were both learning Leon's trade, with varying degrees of success, and were quite busy in their own right. Leon, in a bit of a mood when she floated the idea to him about going back on her route, simply shrugged and told her to do what she thought best. Calista, on the other hand, encouraged her to go; she was a sharp girl and while at first she had been resentful and upset by her parents' fights, she understood that her mother's leaving wasn't her bailing out. Prospero pouted, but in the end wished her well. And Belen was on the road again, fifteen years after she had settled down, and more powerful than before. She went between towns with renewed vigor, meeting old friends and making new ones.

She made a point of visiting her parents, her siblings and all the children that were invariably around the house. It had been years since her last few visits and they were pleased to see her, if slightly displeased that she seemed reluctant to discuss where she went or what she did. It was during one of these visits that a man came into town with two letters written by Ivan. One was addressed to her, and the other was addressed to no one; it was apparently instructions but read much like a riddle. The man claimed to be the cook on the ship Ivan was currently employed on, and that Ivan had run into a spot of trouble. Unimpressed by this explanation, Belen read through the letter and was less surprised than she would have hoped to find out that Ivan was once again in prison, and needed assistance paying his dues. That was when the cook handed her the other letter, which she immediately recognized as describing a place all of them used to play as children. He tried to decline her offer to lead him there, but the directions were so complicated he eventually caved and followed her. They came to the spot and dug together, uncovering a small fortune in coin and jewelry. There was no way this wealth came from the ship he claimed to be stationed on, and Belen began to slowly understand what all of these things meant. Packing up what she could carry, with the cook accompanying her as a sort of bodyguard, Belen said goodbye to her family and travelled off to bail her brother, the pirate, out of jail. She had mixed feelings about the whole thing, especially considering the constant fear some of the villages she visited lived in, concerning pirate attacks, but he was her brother and it was hard for her to imagine him stealing from fishermen. When she arrived they had a brief conversation, she paid off his bonds and they travelled back to the family together, cook in tow, before they both went their separate ways.

While she was away she missed Leon more than she was willing to admit and sped up her last few visits to come home early, where she was greeted ecstatically. He had begun to feel guilty as soon as she left and his children didn't cut him any slack. It was a comfort to her that the arguments were reserved for her: he didn't scream at Calista or Prospero, didn't throw his carving tools at them to make a point. She stayed long enough for them to dip back into a rough patch and then set out, avoiding the confrontation completely.

This continued for another five years, until one time she stayed away too long and her greeting upon return was not one of joy, but rage. While she was gone he had convinced himself she had left him for someone else and she was splitting her time between him and some other lover. The fight got ugly, neither one willing to back down: Belen was incensed that he would even suggest it and he wouldn't even consider that he might be wrong. It ended abruptly when he hit her, startling both of them and sending her to the ground. They froze. He had never struck her before; thrown things, sure, but they always missed. They sat in silence for quite some time before she picked herself up and declared that she was leaving, and this time she wouldn't be back. Her tone was cold but gentle, and he simply nodded. She packed up the few possessions she had and wanted to hold onto and stepped out the door. As an act of contrition and truce, he kissed her forehead and healed the fairly sizable bruise that had started to form on her face. Calista and Prospero, absent but for that moment, were unclear on what was happening and confused when Belen gave them directions to her parents' home, should they need to find her. With that, she set out and didn't look back.

Having one of their daughters move home twenty years after leaving was both puzzling and deeply relieving to Esperanza and Antonio. They gave her a place to stay and tried to give her privacy, but it was difficult not to ask her fifty questions in a row. They were surprised but not unenthused to find out that they had two grandchildren they'd never met but who might wander by at their leisure. Being home was both comforting and alienating for Belen and she knew she couldn't/wouldn't stay for long. Luckily for her, after only a few weeks Ivan swung through town and she managed to wheedle her way onto his ship. She is now a member of his crew, albeit a very new one.



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RP Sample:
As Katsue passed her Stian fell in behind, following the warrior girl deeper into the underbrush with a ducked head and soft footsteps. Rubbing one of the carved protective charms around her neck between her thumb and forefinger, she murmured silent prayers as they travelled. They would need all the help they could get for this to work in their favor, even with Katsue's fighting spirit on their side. Despite her costume, she was surprisingly quiet and Stian was reminded of her first appearance on the road, a figure bursting from the brush to take on the bandits. Letting the amulet she had held drop back against her chest, she feels for another one and continues her litany. Perhaps they had been meant to meet, fated in some way. A skilled swordswoman just managing to be nearby when she needed help most and then being the integral part of the plan that would get her into the shaman woman's good graces? It was a little too neat to be chance. But, she frowned to herself, it was self important to think that Katsue was brought to her for Stian's convenience. Chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully, her eyes traverse the space between her companion's shoulder blades, searching for what use she could possibly be to Katsue.

Nearing the village, she nodded to Katsue and silently wished her luck before ducking away, knowing the other woman could take care than herself. More than Stian could, certainly. Picking her way carefully to avoid stepping on anything that would break loudly or squeal indignantly, she threaded her way through the lush foliage of the jungle. It was true night by now, and most any moonlight that could be cast was blotted out by the canopy above. It was the time when nocturnal beasts stirred and it wasn't wise to be out between the trees alone. Her heart already beating from the prospects ahead of her, Stian couldn't help but keep an ear pricked for any sound of something trying to creep up on her. The jungle cats she had worried about on the road earlier jumped to mind immediately and it was with some effort she pushed the thought away. Now was not the time to worry about such things. Much more dangerous to her now were the warriors waiting in the village to skewer intruders and, she was sure, thieves.

Slipping farther into the ravine and closer to the faint village sounds, she peered under a bough and tried to pick out which tent or rough hut might be the one she seeked. It was difficult, in the dark, but the fires of their torches helped. Circling around toward the back of the settlement, Stian pushed her luck slightly as she moved forward. This wasn't going to work at all if she wasn't willing to take a risk, even if that risk was being seen. After all, she had rubbed dirt all over herself and was standing in the dark wild; chances were good she'd be fine. Tucking her talismans inside her tunic so they didn't clink together, she crept closer, low to the ground as she moved. Breathing deeply, she thought of the great cats again but this time she thought of the ones thought to sneak into village and steal babies out from their mothers noses. Focusing her mind into that mentality, one of subtle yet bold assuredness, she tucked herself between two shrubs right on the outskirts.

The shouts of the fight on the other side of the village reached her, though she knew they had been going on for almost the whole time she had been wending her way the spot she held. Swallowing, she touched the charms under her shirt and muttered another prayer for Katsue before steeling herself. It was tempting to go now, just run in and run out, take what they needed and screw the details, but that would get them both killed. Her eyes swept the village again and there it was, a tent much like the one they had just left in the Cahaya village. That would be her destination, once more of the town's population had gone off to defend themselves. And then it struck her: they had made no provision for if she had actually gotten the idol. She had no signal, no way of letting Katsue know. Shutting her eyes tight and swallowing a moment of panic, she shook her head fiercely and refocused on the tent. She would worry about that later. Now, to wait.

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PostSubject: Re: Belen Cardenas   Sat Feb 02, 2013 9:40 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Belen Cardenas   Mon Feb 04, 2013 5:23 pm

Element petition removed; I would like to request a randomization.
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PostSubject: Re: Belen Cardenas   Mon Feb 04, 2013 5:27 pm

The randomizer seems to like you ^_^

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PostSubject: Re: Belen Cardenas   Mon Feb 04, 2013 6:00 pm

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