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Post by shrimp on Jun 29, 2012 10:56:37 GMT -5
Your Name: shrimp Requested Character: Sundra Wie Appearance:Two or more detailed paragraphs on your character's physical appearance go here. Make sure to include the defining traits of their races (Marks for Shadowhunters, the Warlock Marks, etc.)
Personality:Two or more detailed paragraphs on how you interpret the character's personality go here. Feel free to take liberties with them, this is a creative outlet!
History:Three or more detailed paragraphs on the character's history go here. What made them the way they are? Any particular memories that stick out? Expand, expand, expand!
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Post by shrimp on Jun 29, 2012 13:37:13 GMT -5
s u n d r a.
name: Sundra Wie
age: 2020 years old
species: Fae (water nymph)
gender: Female (♀)
sexuality: Heterosexual
aliases: Hua Mulan aliases: Empress Wang aliases: Pocahontas / Rebecca Rolfe aliases: Sacagawea Charbonneau aliases: Pearl S. Buck
languages spoken: Uto-Aztecan languages languages spoken: Na-Dene languages languages spoken: Algic languages languages spoken: Chinese (cantonese) languages spoken: Chinese (mandarin) languages spoken: English languages spoken: Japanese (conversational)
family: Lé (father - 2575 years old) family: Syel (mother - 2561 years old) family: Storm (brother - 2022 years old) family: Europa (sister - 2017 years old) family: Io (sister - 2016 years old)
h i s t o r y.
563 BC - Lé is born
549 BC - Syel is born
214 BC - Syel and Lé become partners
10 BC - Storm is born
8 BC - Sundra is born
5 BC - Europa is born
4 BC - Io is born
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First, there were six of them floating amidst the sun-kissed skies and diving through the chillling, crystal metropolis of a world left unknown to man. They laughed at danger, frolicked with fear and sa-shayed with death. The world was our oyster.
Syel and Lé vanished first, with the winds sailing them to places unknown as Syel kissed their cheeks and whispered "don't fret, my children, we'll be back shortly. You four are old enough to take care of yourselves." They returned once, twice, then never again, the urge of exploration sending them abound to distant lands.
They lived again, just for a bit, but never as whole as before. The smiles were slightly smaller, the laughter in the eyes slightly muted. For how could they truly be a family without the two of them? How could they support themselves without two crucial pillars?
Years, decades, centuries passed before the next one faded away. She woke up one morning to find him gone, swept away like the others. I'm sorry, but I have to go. I'll come back, I swear. So she became the mother of the clan (but truthfully, had she ever had another role? Even when Syel was there to wash the faces and scold the children Sundra was always there, always comforting little tears and chubby cheeks), hoping that one day, she wouldn't be left alone.
The wanderlust was strong - always so strong, and her curious mindset screamed at her, throwing tantrums in her brain as it shrieked to let her go. But she would do no such thing, not while she had two mouths to feed and two pairs of eyes to keep from turning distant and cold, with that same faraway look in their eyes. But even she knew, deep down where her subconscious smashed imaginary vases and stared out into the intangible universe that her efforts were futile.
There was an argument. Europa and Io claiming that she tried too hard, that it was their nature, that they would come back each spring, just as the winter melted away and the flowers began to finally bloom. But even they knew that it wasn't true. The outside, with its reds and purples, its spices and vast, rolling hills, beckoned for them with its aching tendrils. She knew too, and Sundra finally let them go, allowing herself to become the Atlas of their world, left fraught with the beginnings of "civilization" and the end of their Eden.
And then, all alone, it began to call for her once more.
It ebbed and waned, but there was nothing to stop her now. Everybody she had ever cherished was gone now, scattered to the wind to create their own path, paths that she couldn't follow. So finally, she let herself give in to the curiosity of the fae, and left. Only a small note, buried beneath the roots of a willow tree, was left so her family could find something of her if they ever returned.
Thus, her travels began.
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369 AD - travels to China, which is being ruled under nomadic invaders. Being a female, she is forced to live subservient to men, very different from her life with her family.
390 - finally becomes fluent in Chinese
410 AD - works as a servant for a general of the Wei, uses the name Hua Mulan.
420 AD - secretly begins to learn kung fu for self defense purposes by watching said general. Eventually she is caught, but let off lightly.
429 AD - joins the Wei army to protect the general, whose health is rapidly deteriorating
439 AD - witnesses the unification of Northern China. Sundra is then offered a high official's post, but denies it, returning home to the general and his wife, who treat her like their daughter.
450 AD - leaves after the death of the general and his wife.
560 AD - becomes a Taoist, devotes her life to practicing the Three Treasures: compassion, moderation and humility.
580 AD - travels via Silk Road to Constantinople, where she resides for twenty years
600 AD - returns to China
636 - reunites with Lé, Syel and Europa who have political figures in the Bing Prefecture. Takes the name of Wang.
643 AD - Sundra somehow becomes crown princess of China, engaged to Li Zhi. Neither adores the other. At all.
649 AD - Li Zhi becomes Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty.
650 AD - The Crown Princess of Tang is named Empress
651 AD - becomes friends with Consort Xiao, a concubine who loves the emperor and and had bore him daughters. However, Xiao is jealous of Emperor Gaozong's affair with another concubine: Consort Wu, who Sundra had appointed so Gaozong would leave her alone.
652 AD - Sundra and Xiao join forces to alienate Wu from Gaozong. However, this proves to be difficult; Sundra had failed to become friends with Gaozong's other concubines (besides Xiao), while Wu had already done so. Both Sundra and Xiao had already lost the favor of the emperor
654 AD - Sundra is framed for the death of Consort Wu's daugher.
655 AD - Sundra and Xiao are accused of witchcraft by Gaozong and Sundra is removed as Empress, being replaced by Empress Wu.
The two of them are to be executed by suffocation in large wine jars...
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You can do this, Sundra. She sits in the darkness, cramped and unmoving. Her arms, tied behind her back, lie uselessly on the vase's base. Her feet kick at the jar once, twice, three times but to no avail; slowed by the liquid of death around her, they thump uselessly against the walls.
She swears that she can hear Xiao's cries, her curses at Wu for her deeds. "Wu, you treacherous monster! May it be that I be reincarnated as a cat and you be reincarnated as a mouse, so that I can, for ever and ever, grab your throat!"1
You have to. For Xiao, for mother and Europa. You have to get out. She gasps, trying to suck in the precious oxygen that floats above, then kicks one more time. But just as her foot grazes the vase once more, she feels something - her wrists - moving, sliding. Freedom is at my fingertips.
For what seems like hours she pulls and tugs, wriggles and grimaces and the ropes make cuts in her skin and Xiao's sobs grow softer and softer. Come on - you can do this. But slowly, the bond becomes looser and looser, and with one final twist, her hands are free. She smiles once, before her vision becomes slightly dotted with black and she knows that her time is running out.
The magic of the fae is fraught with mysteries, but she knows that she can do this. Elegantly, her hands wave to and fro, and the bitter ocean surrounding her allows itself to bend to her liking. It expands and contracts, slapping against the vase again and again and again and again until finally, she hears a little crack.
It only takes a few more tries before the shatter she's oping for is audible, and the dim sunlight hits her eyes, almost as if to say "Welcome back." She wastes no time in opening Xiao's vase, pulling her out as her friend gasps at her.
"Empress... But, how?"
"There's no time to explain - we must escape."
The wine is utilized one more time to flow through the door, warping the fibers until what was once impenetrable can now be pushed open by dainty fingers. freedom has truly been grasped, and the two scamper away.
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655 AD, November - Sundra and Xiao reunite with Fé, Syel and Europa. Xiao soon learns about the Fae's powers, and although shocked, vows not to reveal their existence to others.
656 AD - Sundra, Xiao and Europa move to Hong Kong, where they work for a wealthy landowner.
After Xiao's death, Sundra and Europa traverse the continent, eventually moving to Europe. They briefly visit Storm and Io in t Rendlesham, East Anglia, where Storm has created a poem, Beowulf, based off of Scandinavian history.
1000 AD - Sundra returns to North America.
1390 AD - Sundra travels to France, where she meets up with Io, who has married Nicholas Flamel.
1607 AD - Sundra is living in Virginia as Pocahontas when she saves the life of John Smith.
1613 AD - Sundra is willingly captured for ransom. To appease her captors, she "converts" to Christianity and takes the name Rebecca.
1617 AD - Sundra fakes her death to escape from the insufferable John Rolfe.
1804 AD - As Sacagawea, Sundra shows Lewis and Clark the land that she grew up in. She is also an interpreter, making sure that the group doesn't insult any tribes.
1812 AD - Desperate to leave Toussaint Charbonneau, Sundra once again fakes her own death. She then moves to Tokyo, Japan.
1921 AD - Sundra returns to Chicago in dismay - it is a metropolis, and the skies are filled with poison. She is slightly relieved to find the note under the willow tree - her former dwelling has become a park.
1931 AD - Sundra publishes a book based on the life of the landowner that she, Europa and Xiao had worked for. The Good Earth becomes a bestseller.
2009 AD to present - Sundra has resided in Chicago since the 20s. She is currently a wedding photographer.
a p p e a r a n c e.
She walks towards the hustle and bustle, her long, dark brown hair tied up in a messy bun. In her hands, a camera lies. It's sleek, shiny, sexy and gently carried by callused hands adorned with a sleek coat of nail polish (today it's silver, but last month it was a dark blue). Slightly chapped lips have been managed for the time being with chapstick and light pink lipstick. Absentmindedly, she rubs at the paint on her lips uncomfortably. She's never liked makeup, but her clients prefer that she look professional for their special day. Of course, she can't blame them. Who wants some pathetic looking photographer taking possibly pathetic looking pictures?
She blinks once, twice, long eyelashes protecting her dark eyes from the sun's angry rays - except today, the sun isn't furious. Rather, it is calm and serene, glistening off of the newly sewn dew and shining metal chairs that are lined up and down the cobblestone pathway. Small feet step turn away from the altar - there's time for that yet. Now she must enter the fray. A bride before her wedding is filled to the brim with last minute fears, bits of cold feet and a bout of nausea. It's her job to remove all of that, and bring forth the light that she knows is there. It has to be, after all. That's why she took this job in the first place, because it was the only thing that truly couldn't be ruined.
She yawns once, nostrils expanding and eyes squinting, before opening the door to no man's land.
(bee - tee - dubs, she's 5'8" and 120 lbs. She's a bit underweight - thin and a bit bony.
Her hands tell stories.
I just wanted to put that line in there but I didn't know how.)
p e r s o n a l i t y.
She hears sobbing and frowns, eyes scanning the area to detect where the noise is coming from. What could be wrong? she wonders. It can't possibly be anything terrible - after all, it's her special day. (ever the optimist, most of the time she fails to realize that this is not always the case. Or at least, refuses to believe so.) She glances at her clock, a bit antsy because she has to photograph the family pictures in about a half hour, and if the bride looks anything but perfect she'll get yelled at and although she can easily handle the pressure of mothers yelling at her, she still doesn't like it.
The photographer steps into HQ, where the bride, a small girl with skin the color of caramel, sits alone. Tears stream down her face, ruining the mascara that has been spread over her eyelashes like cream cheese (Sundra makes a note to drag the makeup artist back over here once this ordeal is over). "C - C - Call off the wedding," the bride, Priya, stammers. "I can't do it." She pulls out a hankerchief, sobbing into it, the obnoixiously loud sobs echoing through the halls.
Sundra kneels down, her hand on the girl's shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
"... I can't do this. No, I can't. This is something that I refuse to do right now."
"It's alright, Priya."
"No, no it's not."
"Why?"
"Because what if it goes wrong? I can't just sit here and walk into what could very well be the worst decision of my life!"
"Well, it could also be the best decision..."
"Sundra, 50 percent of marriages end in divorce. 50. Who's to say that this won't happen to me? To us?"
"Well, do you love him?"
"Yes, of course I do."
"Then there's your answer. Love conquers all - that's why I got into this business into the first place. Love is filled with more strength than you can imagine. Trust me."
"... Okay."
"Just relax, breathe. Everything will be fine - take all the time you need, okay?"
"Okay."
She smiles, squeezes Priya's shoulder, and backs out of the room. She needs time to pull herself together. Silently, she closes the door, making sure that she grins one more time. [color=]She needs someone to tell her that it's going to be alright, and it has to be an outside person. Everyone else has too much bias. And besides, it's not like I will ever tell her a lie. Never. So she sits in the hallway, waiting for the sniffles to subside. She twirls her hair, taps her shoe, hums a tune that's been stuck in her head since last week.
You know, someday, I'll find someone who loves me just as much as I love him.
I just know it.
r p - s a m p l e.
TBW
o t h e r.
1 - Xiao's words are taken from Wikipedia, with slight edits. If I could actually think of this kind of dialogue, that would be good.
I also enjoy this gif.
action thinking/writing words emphasis lyrics
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