Sihir Asikan
Dec 27th, 2001, 09:37:56 AM
(ooc) Gitane here. And.. No, no, this thread isn't a "holiday" thing. It's a character introduction. Open to anyone. No clue where it's supposed to go.
A whisp of frozen breath swirled into the air as Sihir padded over thick snow, her feet frozen inside heavy boots. Her fingers seemed to creak as she paused, letting go of the handle to the large, metal claws which extended from long, pink sleeves. Her tainted-blue skin crawled with pin-pricks of cold when her bare arm slipped from the top of her sleeve only long enough to push a thin lock of hair from her eyes.
The girl stood silently, looking down the almost barren street that ran through the middle of an old-fashioned town. She knew the residents well, though most preferred to imagine that she did not exist at all.
She'd come to the small farming planet not long ago, after being raised by her grandfather. As a child, she'd been taught simple Force techniques...Push and pull, lift and throw. She'd grown used to using them every day as if they were only the moving of unseen limbs. How could she have known this town was nothing but 23 superstitions beings?
Sihir sighed with discomfort as she neared the town. Walking through the town meant she was open for stares and whispers. The occassional culinary object flew past her head some days. She smirked slightly to herself, gripping the metal handles of her large claws. True, it was an annoyance to be mocked and scorned by anyone from the eldest man to the meekest child, but if she was to face it this last time, she might as well have fun with it. Her eyes flicked to the side and she spun, catching a rotten vegetable without the slightest break in the weak skin. She grinned a bit to the owner of it and sent it through the air towards the building behind her. A rather startled look rose on the plump woman's face and she scuttled away with out another word.
Relief sank into her body through the cold as Sihir finally approached the old ship she'd been working on for nearly a year. She could finally leave this place. She slipped her arms from the top of her sleeves and reached up to unlatch the door, her hand touching something far different from hard metal. Mistletoe. She yanked down a halo of it and snarled softly, tossing it away. The people thought it would ward of withcraft...It was a useless trinket. Minutes later, Sihir seated herself into the one seat of the ship, hitting against a few keys before sitting back, murmuring to herself.
"Now... Away from this Hellhole and we're off to Coruscant.."
A whisp of frozen breath swirled into the air as Sihir padded over thick snow, her feet frozen inside heavy boots. Her fingers seemed to creak as she paused, letting go of the handle to the large, metal claws which extended from long, pink sleeves. Her tainted-blue skin crawled with pin-pricks of cold when her bare arm slipped from the top of her sleeve only long enough to push a thin lock of hair from her eyes.
The girl stood silently, looking down the almost barren street that ran through the middle of an old-fashioned town. She knew the residents well, though most preferred to imagine that she did not exist at all.
She'd come to the small farming planet not long ago, after being raised by her grandfather. As a child, she'd been taught simple Force techniques...Push and pull, lift and throw. She'd grown used to using them every day as if they were only the moving of unseen limbs. How could she have known this town was nothing but 23 superstitions beings?
Sihir sighed with discomfort as she neared the town. Walking through the town meant she was open for stares and whispers. The occassional culinary object flew past her head some days. She smirked slightly to herself, gripping the metal handles of her large claws. True, it was an annoyance to be mocked and scorned by anyone from the eldest man to the meekest child, but if she was to face it this last time, she might as well have fun with it. Her eyes flicked to the side and she spun, catching a rotten vegetable without the slightest break in the weak skin. She grinned a bit to the owner of it and sent it through the air towards the building behind her. A rather startled look rose on the plump woman's face and she scuttled away with out another word.
Relief sank into her body through the cold as Sihir finally approached the old ship she'd been working on for nearly a year. She could finally leave this place. She slipped her arms from the top of her sleeves and reached up to unlatch the door, her hand touching something far different from hard metal. Mistletoe. She yanked down a halo of it and snarled softly, tossing it away. The people thought it would ward of withcraft...It was a useless trinket. Minutes later, Sihir seated herself into the one seat of the ship, hitting against a few keys before sitting back, murmuring to herself.
"Now... Away from this Hellhole and we're off to Coruscant.."