Post by meyah on Jul 7, 2007 11:28:19 GMT -5
Player
[/u][/center]Alias: Aly
Gender: female
Contact:AIM-alannanite EMAIL- alannaknightess@yahoo.com
Location/Time Zone: USA EST
Character
[/u][/center]Name: Meyah Dissme
Gender: female
Age: 21
City: Port Caynn
Status: commoner, Rogue, thief
Personality
Meyah is very sarcastic. This sums up her personality entirely; almost everything she says has a demeaning or sarcastic undertone. She’ll make a snide comment or a little remark to anyone, and you either have the right sense of humor for it or you don’t. There really is no middle ground; she’s either offensive and rude or funny. It depends on how you view it. She’s always ready for a quick one liner or a snarky comment.
She doesn’t gain many friends with her attitude, and she doesn’t care. She has few friends, and even fewer close friends. Once she makes close friends with someone, she seems rather indifferent to the whole process, but if need be, she is fiercely loyal and ready to defend to the end.
She is very intense in everything she does. If she’s angry, she’s angry with every fiber of her being. She’s on edge and is ready to snap at anyone, or fight just as easily. But, if she’s happy, her entire being just radiates bliss. She laughs and makes jokes and is altogether a great person to be around. She isn’t often happy, so when she is, it’s almost as if another person has inhabited her body. When she holds a grudge, she will not let it go. No matter what that person has done to redeem themselves, she will still hold a fierce anger towards them. If they try consciously to fix the way she sees them, it makes her even more upset, especially if they don’t give up. She doesn’t want to change her views of them, so that’s why she holds on to her hate as violently as she does. Even when she’s being indifferent, there is always some type of emotion bubbling under the surface, even if it is sometimes just boredom. This intensity also applies to when she fights. If she gets in a brawl, she goes all out. She is not above using dirty tactics or techniques to beat her enemy, and she’s a rather good fighter to begin with.
She is a member of the Rogue, and the Rogue is her life. The first and foremost thing, her main priority, is the Rogue. Although she isn’t a very friendly person, she views the Rogue as her family, because she will always have somewhere to go. She would do whatever she was told to do, no matter what it was, because the Rogue means more to her than anything. However, you don’t see that blaze in her, so it’s easy enough to mistake her for someone in the Rogue just because it’s expected of her, when in truth, she would die for the Rogue.
She has no problem with getting her hands dirty. If she needs to work, she works. For most of her life, she did physical labor, so she’s used to working. She knows a lot of tips and tricks to make the work go faster, but when it all comes down to it, she will work for as long as she needs to. She never half-does any job. If she does it, she makes sure it is done to the best of her ability.
-Personality Flaw: Probably Meyah’s biggest flaw is her rudeness. She’s so blunt, it gets her in trouble when she says the wrong comment to the wrong person. Probably the worst part about this is that she doesn’t care, so she finds herself in situations like that a lot. She’s earned herself a bit of a reputation as being a bit of a four letter word, and she normally lives up to that.
Appearance
Meyah is not striking by any stretch of the imagination. She has steady, dull-green eyes that are always looking around, observing everything and watching everyone. Her mouth is always puckered or pursed in some way, about to say a comment or reacting to what she sees, which makes her lips look fuller than they are. Her nose is normal size and she was lucky enough to get high cheekbones, which makes her face almost upturned in a way. Her hair is a dark brown and wavy, so she normally throws it into a quick bun so it isn’t in the way. If she has more time, she’ll pin it up, but even then, she just brushes it quickly and piles it up. She doesn’t take time, so by the middle of the day, it’s halfway down her head and falling out. Her hair would be absolutely gorgeous if she just took the time to take care of it somewhat, but she never does. Therefore, it’s still pretty, but it isn’t a fabulous feature.
Meyah is over average height, about five nine. She is not curvy at all; she’s probably about one hundred and fifty pounds, and that’s only because of her height and muscle. She has a small chest and her hips are almost non-existent. Her entire body is muscled, just from all the work she’s done in her life. She hasn’t had to work insanely hard to get as strong as she is; her height defiantly gives her an advantage when it comes to strength.
-Appearance Flaw: Her torso is not long like her legs, making her look oddly disproportioned when she sits down. She’s a tad self conscious about that, so whenever she sits, she crosses her legs so it isn’t that noticeable.
History
Meyah was the firstborn to merchant parents, Ulian Dissme and Evica Dissme. Her parents were just like any other normal parents; they loved her, they tried not to spoil her, and to raise her right. When Meyah was three, her mother became pregnant again, and it was a big deal, because her mother had been trying to become pregnant for a long time, but it was very difficult for her. Then, when Evica was eight months pregnant, she fell off the top step of the stoop of their shop and landed on her stomach. Evica was never a large woman, so she landed rather hard. Meyah saw it (they were going out to shop, so Meyah was there) and tried to help. After a few minutes of trying to help her mother, she couldn’t do it. Meyah then ran to get her father, who was inside. By the time her father had come and they had gotten to a Healer, Evica had lost the child.
After that, her parents became very careful with Meyah. They wouldn’t let her climb or run or do anything remotely dangerous. Meyah started to resent that once she really understood what was happening, and she spent ages five to eight just trying to rebel. Not rebel in a horrible, harsh way, but just trying to have a few less boundaries and to be a normal child.
When Meyah was nine, her family lost the shop. There really was no exact reason; it was just that nobody came to buy there anymore. In an attempt to bring back customers, her father slashed prices fiercely, and, though it did bring some customers, they just lost money out of the deal. After about a year of struggling to make ends meet, they went out of business.
It was around then that Meyah learned the exact meaning of the word ‘work’. She had always done odd jobs around the shop; sweeping up, helping her mom cook, et cetera, but it was around these years when she learned how to actually work. Granted, she was young, so she couldn’t really get real jobs, but she started doing odd jobs for other shops in the district. Because she was tall, even then, she did the work that the boys normally were told to do; carrying boxes, hauling stuff, things like that. It earned her a coin here and there, and all her money went back to her family. The problem was, not every day someone needed something done, so often times, she came home with nothing.
She became stronger, and quickly, a tailor noticed that when she was sent to his store to drop off some petticoats. He was somewhat impressed at how easily she carried the heavy garments, and, after finding out how well she worked, hired her to be an errand girl. It was pretty much exactly what she had been doing before, taking clothing to people, fitting them, and generally just hauling things back and forth, except now she knew exactly when she would get a coin and there was no more gamble of if she would get work that day.
She started working at a small café in Abelin Square on the side when she was fourteen. She was a pretty good waitress when it came to efficiency, but she didn’t speak to the customers aside from taking the order. That eventually got her fired, but she didn’t mind that much. She wasn’t getting good tips anyway.
She went seeking a job at the Harbor after her stint in the Square. Once again, she became what she was best at; someone to lift and haul. Often times, she was given a few coins for taking things off of and onto incoming ships by crew members who didn’t want to do it themselves, and that suited her just fine. Almost every day there was a new ship coming in, and almost every day, she got work. This was another part where her figure came in handy; she didn’t look that much like a girl, what with her hair pulled back and her baggy working clothes. And even when you did get a good look at her, she was too good a worker to pass up. Of course, she was turned down a few times because of being female, but that just ignited a passion in her to work harder, to prove that she could do it. It wasn’t a sexist, prove-to-everybody-females-can-work type thing. She just needed money, and the only way to do that was work, and if she was turned down, she had to work extra harder to prove she could do it.
Her father had tried, over the course of the past few years, to get her a husband, but it never worked. For one, she did not have a dainty figure, and for another thing, she was far from mild-mannered and sweet. She didn’t have a large dowry, and it just wasn’t worth it to any male. So she went on bringing home money and her father went on, desperately seeking a husband for his daughter, but there were never any confrontations about it.
When she was sixteen, the coins she was bringing home didn’t add up anymore. Her mother got fired from her job as a seamstress, and only a few weeks later, her father was also laid off. The coins she was bringing home didn’t help, and her father resorted to questionable tactics to support his family.
Her father got caught up in a gang, which she found funny because he was an older man. But he made it work somehow, and, after time, he was in the Rogue as nothing more than a petty thief, stealing what he could and using the protection of the Rogue to somehow still, try as hard as he could to support his family.
One day, Meyah had to go give her father something from her mother; she didn’t even know what it was. It was a piece of parchment and Meyah was not nosy enough to read it. When she came, she gave it to her dad who was sitting next to a few other people, just drinking and having a few laughs. Someone said something to her, and she automatically shot back a few clipped words. He was offended for a moment, but as his buddies burst into laughter, he joined in. The drinks probably helped that.
She almost became an oddity; Ulian’s daughter, the one who works all the time, the one who wasn’t being courted, the one who says stuff she shouldn’t and says it to anybody! She came back more often, and a few people who found her hilarious (mainly because she was rude; she never understood why that was so funny to them) pretty much taught her a few things. Picpocketing and the like. Somehow, without her really realizing how it happened, she became a thief. The Rogue followed, and soon, she was able to drop her jobs in the tailor shop and the dock and just steal for a living.
Now, at 21, she has been a member of the Rogue for three and a half years. She isn’t as hilarious anymore –apparently it was her age that made her snarkiness so appealing— and she has climbed her way up the Rogue ladder, taking to it vigorously. This was another time that her work ethic came in handy; she showed how loyal she was, and quickly.
Family Her father, Ulian, is a good man. A somewhat misguided man in some of his intentions, but good nonetheless. He is in his late fifties now, so he isn’t expected to live much longer. It’s very strange that he lived this long. Her mother, Evica, died when she was nineteen, without ever having another child.
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