Myrleia of Bithynia - Transmutative Weapon Jul 7, 2014 23:58:57 GMT -5
Post by Myrleia of Bithynia on Jul 7, 2014 23:58:57 GMT -5
Myrleia of Bithynia;Weapon
Name: Myrleia of Bithynia
Nickname: Mya, Lea
Class: One Star
A Strong Body
Appearance: The variety of the mythological ‘amazon’ appearance is vast. Myrleia possesses the darker Greek complexion, as well as the height and larger build of the warriors. Standing at six feet, she is tall compared to most women and a good deal of men. Her frame is on the larger side, not being too muscular or even lean. Large feet to keep the woman steady with her taller height, these connect easily with long and thick legs. With proportionately wide hips, her midsection curves in slightly but is not toned. Atop her abdomen and ribs is a large bust, going along with her being mostly bigger than the average female. Her shoulders and arms are possibly the only thing that could be considered narrow on her body. Thin arms and wrists, but with large hands.
The girl’s hair is long. Dark locks that are cut to frame her face but then left to long strands that reach to her hips. Her lips blend almost completely with the rest of her complexion, and just above sits her rounded and smooth nose, a delicate addition to the female’s face. Large eyes that consistently remain bright blue offset them being somewhat far apart.
With an outfit that is never truly consistent, Myrleia can be found in a large expanse of outfits. Her laziness accounts for this, giving her sisters the freedom to dress her in whatever they feel like. The more difficult the outfit, the less likely Myrleai will be seen in it. Shorts are a good bet to see on the woman, easy to get on and off as well as being comfortable in warmer weather. As for upper body clothing… It ranges from tank tops, to t-shirts, to random jackets with barely a garment beneath. The only thing that remains the same is that her hair is always tied up in a ponytail.
Height: 6’ 0”
Weight: 169 lbs
Fighting Style: Her fighting style is rather non-existent. If there is anything vaguely resembling a choice, she refuses to take part in any sort of spar or fight. If the situation is limiting her choices, it is not unlike her to change into one of her weapon forms and bank on its durability versus the disinterest of the opposer to ‘wait out’ the fight.
In the situation that Myrleia absolutely HAS to fight someone, it is more of a playing along. For a short bit of time, she utilizes her reflexes to avoid being hit. That is all she really cares to do. While she sometimes can use her mind to get out of sticky situations, she had two things she can physically work with. Being out of range and reacting quickly enough to avoid being hit. Regardless of how hard she thinks to get out of things, if someone wants to keep attacking her, her stamina soon runs out and she’s a motionless target.
Fighting is just too much effort for her to concern herself with, it’s possible death could even be favored.
Personality: Above all, this woman is lazy. The amount of effort it takes her to do any single action often convinces her to simply do nothing. Often, she can be found sleeping, or simply lying around. The female feels no guilt in this and it seems she finds no real joy either. She often speaks that her lack of action is simply because it requires too much effort.
This lazy attitude also gives the appearance that Myrleia does not care, that she is apathetic. It is difficult to get the woman excited about anything, very little enthusiasm is found except for the certainty that she severely wants to get back to doing nothing. (Assuming someone got her to do something in the first place) Her attitude is much the same towards people. She does not seem to care what they do or how they go about it. They have their own lives to live, why bother her?
All in all, she does not seem to have much of an emotional range. Between the blank looks are just more blank looks. Her expression on her face only changes in small degrees, the effort involved minimal. While it would be difficult to say that she didn’t have emotion, she expresses it in a very minimal fashion.
While she does not act very often or very much, Myrleia is indeed a thinker. The female is fairly intelligent, if only the reason is because she needed to find ways to get out of doing physical things. While she may not carry out a plan, from time to time she has been known to mutter someone’s action before they took it, or devise a plan and speak it to another near her. She listens and pays attention, but finds no reason to act on what she knows or figures out.
This intelligence does not push her to show or flaunt it. The girl holds no real pride, isn’t competitive… She doesn’t like to hold a strong stance on anything. Her clan pride is non-existent, her loyalty seems to waver constantly… Anything that might boil one person’s blood, she simply just does not seem to care.
Inside the Soul
Weapon form: Myrleia has the unique ability of being able to transform into a variety of weapons. These weapons all revolve around a theme, that being Olympic Equipment. For the moment, she has two weapon forms.
Cestus. A glove-like weapon. This dates back to early olympic games. In the sport of boxing, competitors would wrap leather around their hands, sometimes sporting rocks or sharp objects along the knuckles and back of the hand. Myrleia’s weapon form is similar in its simplicity. A leather strand that wraps itself around the meister’s hand, silver colored rocks embedded in the strand above the back of the hand. This form would cover the back and front of a hand, the knuckles and lower halves of the fingers, as well as stretch to wrap just below the elbow of the wearer.
Hammer. A piece of equipment taken from the hammer throw, not your conventional hammer and nail tool. While it doesn’t date nearly as far back as the cestus, it became part of the early olympics and is still used in a variety of forms. Myrleia’s form is of the handle, wire, and weight variety. A total of two feet in length, totally black in color, her form starts with a weighted ball. Heavy and sturdy, the sphere is about five inches in diameter. Extending from the sphere is a wire, strong and flexible. It runs a foot and two inches in length, ¾ inches in diameter, and ultimately connects to a handle. This handle has a straight edge for the meister to grasp, then arches over the back of the palm in an ‘A’ shape. The tip of this ‘A’ is where the wire connects. From edge of hand grip to top of ‘A’, it is about 5 inches in length as well.
Cestus. Her partial form for this is more showy than useful. Around her right wrist, the leather takes place of this body part along with five of the silver studded rocks. This partial limits the maneuverability of her hand by locking her ‘wrist.’
Out of your Mind
Strengths: Intelligent, Strategic, Fast reflexes
Weaknesses: No Stamina, Limited Endurance, No Combat Skills
Hobbies: Sleeping, Thinking, Reading
Likes: Beds, Quiet, Solitude, Listening, Calmness, Trees
Dislikes: Sisters, Fighting, Effort, Movement, Expectations, Abundant Energy
Aspirations: While she realizes it isn’t much of a possibility, Myrleia wishes that people might eventually just leave her alone.
History: Bithynia. An ancient region of the greeks. Though long forgotten by most of the world, it still exists in some form. The name was adopted by a town, a group of people. Myth describes their ancestors as Amazons. Bithynia is now an island in the Aegean Sea, home to a tribe of women. Weapon women. While Amazons of myth were warriors, some of these people are likely direct descendents of these figures. The rules of this clan are their own, though have many similarities and differences from legend. Only weapon women live freely on the island. These women leave the island to find temporary ‘mates’ to birth further weapon females. These girls are trained and sent to Shibusen at the age of 13 to better the world. For what good is being superior if they don’t assist the world.
This is where Myrleia came from. Born to a young woman of the Bithynia tribe, Apamea. Greek blood flowed through the woman, as well as the ability to take multiple weapon forms. For many years the elders had been telling her to wait to find someone worthy of her genetic traits. Myrleia’s ‘father’ also possessed the gift of multiple weapon forms. Though not Greek, the British man had been traveling and heard word of a special occasion. Further investigation brought the man to the odd ritual. But what man says no to trying to get with a woman, no strings attached?
From this couple, Myrleia was born. The clan had great hope for a new level of warrior. They soon found out that they were only partially correct in their hope… Myrleia was definitely a new level of something, but most definitely not a warrior. The child slept like no baby had ever slept. Mothers were worried that something was wrong with the girl, but no doctor could tell them that anything was wrong. Even as she grew in months and years, Myrleia was intent to sleep.
Even as a young child, playing games meant nothing to her. Socializing was too tiresome. Myrleia would lay outside, soak in the sun, listen to people, watch things, but never move unless she was forced to. Obviously, the forcing happened a lot. When children were old enough to understand commands and act on them they started to train. Train their dexterity, speed, reflexes, fighting skills, weapon forms, languages… and Myrleia cared nothing for this. She was constantly holding other children her age back. Refusing to do the exercises, or to fight, or to even speak with the other children. The only thing she seemed to have made progress in was weapon forms. She used these readily and surprisingly quickly. One she favored most was that of a cestus, a gloved weapon. Mostly just leather straps and rocks, but it was rare to see the girl without her partial in place. However, when the other girls her age were sent off to Shibusen to receive further training, Myrleia was left behind.
Banishment was discussed. Non-weapon children were given away, as were males. Myrleia had been kept thus far, but now even her mother opted to have her sent off the island. One woman stepped forward to attempt and train her. One of the oldest women on the island. Her lessons with Myrleia began one on one, but most of this was talking. She spoke to Myrleia. Often she got no response, but at times the child would speak up. The fact was simple, it wasn’t that Myrleia couldn’t do the things they asked her to, she just didn’t want to.
And that’s when the hell began for Myrleia. Forcing her to do things came to a whole new level. She’d be thrown out of bed to get to exercises. Sparring meant she’d be beaten to within an inch of her life if she didn’t fight back. Training courses, people would pull her along like a dog on a leash. If she didn’t keep up, she half hung herself. While this got her to semi-participate, she had her own way of getting out of things. When the girl just had enough, she reverted to a weapon form. She would remain there. For hours if need be. Until she was left alone.
It didn’t always benefit her to be a weapon. That was effort too. She eventually made a good balance of playing along with what the women wanted. In spars she would dodge attacks for a while, then let herself get beaten to a much less extent. She’d move through courses, but at her own pace. Taking part in everything but to the minimum she had to.
Four years, five not far on the horizon, the women talked again about what to do with Myrleia. Her attitude had not much improved, neither really had her physical abilities. In comparison to the girls that they were preparing to send to Shibusen, she was on the weaker side. But it was decided. She would be sent to school with the other 13 year old girls. She could be tested there. If she failed to show improvement, she had nothing left to do with Bithynia.
And off Myrleia went. Not much of a choice seeing as she never really put up much of a fight in these things. Why stay home when it was as much work as leaving? So now she was at Shibusen. A house full of women, other girls from Bithynia, nothing she wasn’t used to. All of them wanting her to do better, to push herself. And the only thing she wants is peace and quiet.
Extra Notes: Has Hyperthymesia, a medical condition in which the person has an amazing recollection of past memories and events, or autobiographical memory. Myrleia can remember extremely large numbers events from her life in amazing detail. Though she doesn’t often speak of this condition, this may be the reasoning for her not wanting to do much else. She is remembering things so often and so clearly, that her mind is working too hard to want to worry about doing other tasks.
The women of Bythynia pay for a home in Death City. This is where they periodically send their girls when they come of age, so there is no set age limit to the house. No partners are permitted to live there, but they are permitted to move out and live elsewhere with their partners.
Only speaks Greek fluently. Knows a bit of English, but rarely puts the energy into translating on the spot.
Behind the strings
Other characters: Irene Dixon, Kaylin McOlster, Niina Rivera, Jo Workmann
Face Claim: Noloty Maruchie from Book of Bantorra
RP Sample:Even with it being past the noon hour, Myrleia still felt no need to move from where she was. Sadly, she had been dragged from bed much earlier this morning. Though she may be one of the largest of her sisters, she certainly put up no fight against anyone who felt so compelled to move her. A partially strong person with half a mind to move her could do just that. So here she was, lying on the floor of their living room.
She couldn’t say she knew the place very well, just the rooms she had seen. This one… very white. Whites and light tans. Her eyes traveling over the room, she caught no signs of any of her sisters. White tile floors. Which was strange, because why move her and leave her here? Tan and white patterned rugs. Although… she wasn’t quite sure what time it was. Probably had been hours since they left her here. White couches with a gold seamed lining.
Groaning a bit, Myrleia turned her head to the other side. Such effort… this movement thing. She allowed her mind to settle on what it had so desperately been trying to do. White and sheer curtains over large windows. There was indeed one large couch, a loveseat, and two small chairs, all with the same pattern. The furniture was wooden as well, painted or stained a light color though she wasn’t sure which. There were also plants. She liked plants of course, probably from having been around them since birth, but she had no desire to take care of them. She didn’t even really know what they were…. All of these were green. One had little white flowers, but mostly green. A tree looking one. A small bush looking one. Little straight, flat, leafy ones…
This room was so… clean looking. That was nice, and not sloppy. She guessed that was something good from activity and movement. Her sisters kept a clean place. If only they could let her enjoy the clean place from her room. Shifting her body again, she moved to be flat on her back, head facing the ceiling now. Her left hip ached. Probably from being half turned with her shoulder blades flat to the ground but her left hip and leg also on the bottom…. This was all such an issue.
Time still passed quickly. Her mind wandering off the various places. Home. Training and the hatred of it. Her sisters’ styles and antics. Which sister had pulled her from bed…. And speak of the devil. There was the girl now. Blonde. Probably different from Myrleia in every possible way. She was full of energy, blonde, light skinned, petite… She adopted the fashion of contemporary cultures much like the rest of them had. This was composed of light shades of pink and white, and some word… ‘makeouts’. Skirts were a norm. Not to mention these uncomfortable looking shoes with a single spike jutting out from her heel and hitting the floor. It seemed like such an effort.
“Myrleia! I left you here ages ago! You were supposed to go to class!”
Ah. Class. She was supposed to attend that, wasn’t she? Well that was unfortunate. That probably meant moving to get there. Which… wasn’t going to happen any time soon hopefully. And now that it was over, it couldn’t be helped.
<<Sorry. Seems I missed it.>>
Greek flowed lazily from the woman’s mouth. And with her words, she closed her eyes. Better take a nap and fall unconscious again before others came to meddle in her lack of movement.