Post by Itxaro "Sylver" Santanos on Nov 6, 2009 15:27:50 GMT -5
Name: Itxaro "Sylver" Sanatanos
Gender: Female
Age: 16 (October 30, 11:59 pm)
Pictures: Ixchel Santanos
Icon: Ix
Appearance: Itxaro is not exactly known for her 'fair skin'. Standing at a thin, toned height of five nine, weighing in at 130 lbs, Itxaro Santanos looks like a common creature, nothing work mentioning. Her eyes shine, a strangely bright ice blue, to be set in golden skin, with her raven hair, although when her anger is aroused, those icy blue eyes become a sharp brown, tinted with a heavy crimson. Facial features are surprisingly strong for a young woman. A rounded jawline, a strong nose, and full, angel rose lips give a deceptively innocent appearance to this dangerous girl. Despite her high cheekbones and narrow eyes, she can come across as perfectly sweet if she so pleases. Also on her face are scars, many of them, most small. Then there are the bad ones, and of those? There are two. One which runs from her left temple to her chin, wide and deep, as if a claw gouged there, and another that runs just below her ear and onto her neck, thin, by a knife blade.
Her neck is thin, and long, graceful, leading into sloping shoulders. Her shoulders are broad, led into by a prominent collarbone. Those shoulders lead down toned, strong arms to spade-like palms and thin, long fingers. The torso leads into a rather small pair of breasts, almost invisible to the naked eye, even when she is wearing a nicely fitted tank top. It leads down into a toned stomach. On her left side is a huge torn scar, that obviously was meant to cause the damage it did. Ixchel's been in her fair share of fights since childhood, but she's in amazing shape thanks to it.
Her hips are broad, with a nice bottom, also toned, teased by a corset piercing that laces under her bellybutton, down to just an inch below her hipbones. Her hips are a bit prominent, leading down into muscled thighs, and corded calves that could belong to a model. Her feet are small, for her rather strange body, but they are tough, built to withstand a long run over rough terrain without a hitch, and the fact that her body's still thin reveals her decent speed. Her posture is always held tall, eyes always burning with an inner ambition, the inner fire of one as young as she. Her body language suggests arrogance, strength, and a confidence that's well deserved when her full battle scars.
Now, since Itx is a more modern creature, only nineteen years of age, she's been influenced by the more modern culture. When she's wearing an outfit, usually a pair of tight-fitting jeans, with no design, acid washed, with many tears and tattered patches, with the hems torn. The one thing she's never seen without is a black tank-top, that hugs her body rather tightly. Atop that is a jacket of sorts, in a soft brown leather, with the sleeves missing, and the leather of it having obviously seen better days. Her shoes are knee-high, buckled from ankle to knee, with flat soles to allow her better movement, but steel-caps on the toes. However, they're nonetheless worn from years of use.
Personality: Where most women Itxaro's ever known were submissive women, especially from her old life, she found herself needing a change. Her attitude now, especially towards men, is quite different. Where she used to be the shy, hiding behind mother's leg sort of pup, she's developed into quite the little firecracker. This girl's got a mind sharp as a tack, with a tongue like a knife. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind, or what she feels NEEDS to be said to accomplish her goals. She plots, taking in everything she must. Now she's not shy, although she acts unapproachable. She simply bides her time, waiting til she's got everything aligned JUST right to get what she wants. Ix knows how to wait for the opportune moment.
Her mentality is that you give as good as you get, and if someone gives you greif, don't be frightened to push back just as hard. She believes in the concept of HONOR though, and would never go behind another's back. Fighting as well, she won't attack you if you turn your back on the fight first. She has too much respect for her opponents. The girl has two major weaknesses though. She's frightened of being alone, and of the sound of Thunder. Her Affinity for Animals allows her a sense of never beng in a state of lonliness and a familiar her mother gave her when she was marked allows her to weather the storms. But this girl will always wear a strong face, try to show what she's made of, for Itxaro Santanos never settles for second place, and always will strive to be her best.
Family: Verren Santanos- Father (Desceased)
Annabel Santanos- Mother
Sylver Santanos- Sister (Missing)
Orientation: Bisexual
History: Born a Military brat, Itx never knew a life of rest. Her mother was quiet, never really speaking up for herself, but Ix and her twin sister, Sylver Santanos, agreed on one thing. They weren't going to be controlled. Their father kept the both on a strict training regimen, inside the bases sometimes, but the two had a secret. They would leave the Base to traverse the forests of the city where they lived at age 10. The two loved being around the forest area. Thanks to their Mother's teaching (as she was originally a Wiccan), the two knew how to respect the world around them, and would oft find, in the midst of their play, animals who gathered in the wildlife to watch them. The twins loved to tussle, but they also loved to work with herbs, using what their mother had taught them before the man of the house, Verren, decided their mother was wrong.
By thirteen years old, Ixchel was confident, strong, and ran wild. Their father had kept them solid at one base for a while, and the younger of the two twins got herself into scraps with the men. She loved fighting, and many of her battle scars came from that. She also enjoyed fighting the military brats, the young boys who told her she was just a girl, and to learn her place. Her other, behind their father's back, gave the girl a small red fox. The kit loved its new mistress, and she him. The two stuck together, went out and played, and spent a lot of time just getting to know each other. THEN age fourteen hit.
Not only did their father move their home again, but Itxaro found herself in a world of trouble. Some of the men at their new base had heard of the girl's reputation, and decided to take on the confident young woman...in an unfair fight. Knives were used, and Itxl thanked the gods she'd let her nails grow out. The Latina's only saving grace? A small red fox she'd name Quetzalcoatl. The creature bit, scratched, and yipped at her assailants, until both she and he had beaten them back. It was a moment of victory for herself and the tiny creature...
Until a Tracker came, and Marked her. Her father was less than thrilled, although her mother was utterly delighted. A few months after arriving at the House of Night, her father was killed on a military expedition, and her mother moved, her sister having gone missing a moth before. She took on the name of her Sister after joining the House, as a memorandum.
Grade/Occupation: Third Former, No Occupation
Mentor: (I'm supposing this is unknown?)
Affinities: Animal-Vulpine
(Foxes, if that's okay with you. ^^
Tattoo(s): She has the obvious Fledgling mark, hers in yellow upon her forhead, and no extra marks as of yet.
Other:
Gender: Female
Age: 16 (October 30, 11:59 pm)
Pictures: Ixchel Santanos
Icon: Ix
Appearance: Itxaro is not exactly known for her 'fair skin'. Standing at a thin, toned height of five nine, weighing in at 130 lbs, Itxaro Santanos looks like a common creature, nothing work mentioning. Her eyes shine, a strangely bright ice blue, to be set in golden skin, with her raven hair, although when her anger is aroused, those icy blue eyes become a sharp brown, tinted with a heavy crimson. Facial features are surprisingly strong for a young woman. A rounded jawline, a strong nose, and full, angel rose lips give a deceptively innocent appearance to this dangerous girl. Despite her high cheekbones and narrow eyes, she can come across as perfectly sweet if she so pleases. Also on her face are scars, many of them, most small. Then there are the bad ones, and of those? There are two. One which runs from her left temple to her chin, wide and deep, as if a claw gouged there, and another that runs just below her ear and onto her neck, thin, by a knife blade.
Her neck is thin, and long, graceful, leading into sloping shoulders. Her shoulders are broad, led into by a prominent collarbone. Those shoulders lead down toned, strong arms to spade-like palms and thin, long fingers. The torso leads into a rather small pair of breasts, almost invisible to the naked eye, even when she is wearing a nicely fitted tank top. It leads down into a toned stomach. On her left side is a huge torn scar, that obviously was meant to cause the damage it did. Ixchel's been in her fair share of fights since childhood, but she's in amazing shape thanks to it.
Her hips are broad, with a nice bottom, also toned, teased by a corset piercing that laces under her bellybutton, down to just an inch below her hipbones. Her hips are a bit prominent, leading down into muscled thighs, and corded calves that could belong to a model. Her feet are small, for her rather strange body, but they are tough, built to withstand a long run over rough terrain without a hitch, and the fact that her body's still thin reveals her decent speed. Her posture is always held tall, eyes always burning with an inner ambition, the inner fire of one as young as she. Her body language suggests arrogance, strength, and a confidence that's well deserved when her full battle scars.
Now, since Itx is a more modern creature, only nineteen years of age, she's been influenced by the more modern culture. When she's wearing an outfit, usually a pair of tight-fitting jeans, with no design, acid washed, with many tears and tattered patches, with the hems torn. The one thing she's never seen without is a black tank-top, that hugs her body rather tightly. Atop that is a jacket of sorts, in a soft brown leather, with the sleeves missing, and the leather of it having obviously seen better days. Her shoes are knee-high, buckled from ankle to knee, with flat soles to allow her better movement, but steel-caps on the toes. However, they're nonetheless worn from years of use.
Personality: Where most women Itxaro's ever known were submissive women, especially from her old life, she found herself needing a change. Her attitude now, especially towards men, is quite different. Where she used to be the shy, hiding behind mother's leg sort of pup, she's developed into quite the little firecracker. This girl's got a mind sharp as a tack, with a tongue like a knife. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind, or what she feels NEEDS to be said to accomplish her goals. She plots, taking in everything she must. Now she's not shy, although she acts unapproachable. She simply bides her time, waiting til she's got everything aligned JUST right to get what she wants. Ix knows how to wait for the opportune moment.
Her mentality is that you give as good as you get, and if someone gives you greif, don't be frightened to push back just as hard. She believes in the concept of HONOR though, and would never go behind another's back. Fighting as well, she won't attack you if you turn your back on the fight first. She has too much respect for her opponents. The girl has two major weaknesses though. She's frightened of being alone, and of the sound of Thunder. Her Affinity for Animals allows her a sense of never beng in a state of lonliness and a familiar her mother gave her when she was marked allows her to weather the storms. But this girl will always wear a strong face, try to show what she's made of, for Itxaro Santanos never settles for second place, and always will strive to be her best.
Family: Verren Santanos- Father (Desceased)
Annabel Santanos- Mother
Sylver Santanos- Sister (Missing)
Orientation: Bisexual
History: Born a Military brat, Itx never knew a life of rest. Her mother was quiet, never really speaking up for herself, but Ix and her twin sister, Sylver Santanos, agreed on one thing. They weren't going to be controlled. Their father kept the both on a strict training regimen, inside the bases sometimes, but the two had a secret. They would leave the Base to traverse the forests of the city where they lived at age 10. The two loved being around the forest area. Thanks to their Mother's teaching (as she was originally a Wiccan), the two knew how to respect the world around them, and would oft find, in the midst of their play, animals who gathered in the wildlife to watch them. The twins loved to tussle, but they also loved to work with herbs, using what their mother had taught them before the man of the house, Verren, decided their mother was wrong.
By thirteen years old, Ixchel was confident, strong, and ran wild. Their father had kept them solid at one base for a while, and the younger of the two twins got herself into scraps with the men. She loved fighting, and many of her battle scars came from that. She also enjoyed fighting the military brats, the young boys who told her she was just a girl, and to learn her place. Her other, behind their father's back, gave the girl a small red fox. The kit loved its new mistress, and she him. The two stuck together, went out and played, and spent a lot of time just getting to know each other. THEN age fourteen hit.
Not only did their father move their home again, but Itxaro found herself in a world of trouble. Some of the men at their new base had heard of the girl's reputation, and decided to take on the confident young woman...in an unfair fight. Knives were used, and Itxl thanked the gods she'd let her nails grow out. The Latina's only saving grace? A small red fox she'd name Quetzalcoatl. The creature bit, scratched, and yipped at her assailants, until both she and he had beaten them back. It was a moment of victory for herself and the tiny creature...
Until a Tracker came, and Marked her. Her father was less than thrilled, although her mother was utterly delighted. A few months after arriving at the House of Night, her father was killed on a military expedition, and her mother moved, her sister having gone missing a moth before. She took on the name of her Sister after joining the House, as a memorandum.
Grade/Occupation: Third Former, No Occupation
Mentor: (I'm supposing this is unknown?)
Affinities: Animal-Vulpine
(Foxes, if that's okay with you. ^^
Tattoo(s): She has the obvious Fledgling mark, hers in yellow upon her forhead, and no extra marks as of yet.
Other:
