Post by Naadra Boumhandi on Oct 3, 2011 19:30:53 GMT -5
Personal Information
Name: Naadra Boumhandi
Nickname: None
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Birthday: April 7
Nationality: Moroccan
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Certified Anesthetist; also specializes in trauma surgery
Family: Only living relative is her mother, who suffers from permanent catatonia
Further Information
Appearance:
IMAGE
Standing at about 5" 10', Naadra holds a dark tan to her body with medium-length raven-colored hair and dark brown eyes. Her complexion is very clear with a long nose and an eye-patch on her right eye.
As far as clothing goes, Naadra likes to keep it sporty. She exercises on a regular basis so she is usually seen with a plain light purple t-shirt and black running shorts with ankle-cut socks and plain black tennis shoes.
For her job, she has the generic doctor outfit, plain and simple.
As for traditional wear, she wears different colored "djellabas" which are long, loose hooded garment with full sleeves. She wears high-heeled sandals with gold tinsel.
Since moving to America, her day-to-day wear is usually plain and simple: navy capris that end right below the knee bone, her black tennis shoes, a light purple, long-sleeve shirt and a pearl-colored vest to go over it.
On her left hand, middle finger, she wears a ring that is silver topped with a magnificent rare blue-colored gem. She never takes it off.
Personality: Naadra is generally a quiet person with a loud mind. She is very kind towards everyone unless they give her a reason to be other than. Naadra is very cautious and always likes to think things through or plan in advance. She is a private person who likes to keep things- mainly her past- to herself. She really doesn't open up to anyone unless she's spent enough time with them for her to trust them completely.
She has always been a helper. She would never turn her back on a homeless person or animal on the street. She will always try her best to help people that are less fortunate.
Once one gets to know Naadra, she can be quite sarcastic at times. But it's all in good fun- unless you annoyed her.
Held Items: Large machete, flashlight, first aid kit (small), hand-held radio
History
Naadra was born a twin with her late sister, Faizah. She doesn't remember too much of her early childhood except her parents arguing all the time. Their parents divorced when Naadra was five. Throughout her entire life, Naadra felt a struggle to compare to her twin sister. Everything was a competition and unfortunately, Faizah always seemed to win.
Faizah was better at school, social gatherings, sports; anything Naadra did, Faizah could do better. Her parents idolized her twin sister and barely paid any attention to Naadra. She was angry at her sister and her parents but being the quiet person that she is, she never confronted any of them about it. Throughout the years, the hatred inside her was a small flicker that was growing steadily into a raging inferno.
When they were little girls, their mother always wore a certain piece of jewelry every day. It was a ring made of sterling silver and a rare blue gem that people rarely had. Their mother explained that it had been in the family for many generations, handed down eventually to her. She told them stories that this certain ring had an unforeseen power. It had the power to make anyone who was wearing it eternal luck and happiness. It was the key to one's success. Their mother described it as the person who wore the ring was meant to be successful in their life. She then explained that when she died, it would be in the will who earned the ring. Whoever wore the ring was a queen!
Of course, Naadra knew right off the bat that the ring would be handed to Faizah. From that point on, she hated her sister.
When Naadra turned 23, a traumatic event happened in her life. She says the memory is cloudy, but she explains it as this:
"My sister and I were in the forest, gathering wood for a fire for a celebration. As we passed the train tracks, we grew tired and sat by the lake. My sister turned to me and asked why I looked so bitter the past few years. I didn't say anything at first but she just pestered me. She kept bugging me until I finally snapped, "Because you ruined my life!" I yelled at her.
The arguing progressed to the point where I was screaming, "You think you're so perfect but you're not! You're just like everyone else on this planet. You're not the highest good, so stop acting like it!"
She replied with, "Well then, why did Mom give me this?" From her neck, she showed me the ring. The same exact ring my mother wore.
That's when it happened.
A train coming on course got off the track and crashed. All I remember seeing before I blacked out was a giant train coming at me and my sister covering her face. When I woke up, I was without an eye and a sister. Her body was entirely mutilated. All that was left of her (besides flesh and blood) was the ring. I am the holder now."
Inner Demon
Name: The Queen
Behaviour: For a horrible monster from Hell, the Queen is very polite. She allows the challenger to attack first, but do not underestimate this one. She is very clever and likes to analyze her enemy, their strong and weak points, and how they attack. With this information, she can immediately come up with her own battle strategy against the said foe. She is not quite physically powerful, but her speed is immaculate. She acts as though a rogue, a ninja assassin, determined to terminate its prey. It seems as though she is out for revenge, but taking it in the dirtiest way possible. She always seems to go for the eyes first.
Appearance: An eyeless demon wearing a full-body cloak roams around the fogged area, hiding in this personal shadow to sneak-attack whatever comes along. The jet-black cloak covers her face, except for the eye sockets and a mouth with jagged pointy teeth, dripping with flesh and blood. The "hood" of the cloak seems to be bloodied up and the left sleeve. For hands, they have a fleshy appearance but the nails are long, thin blades that she uses to slash with. On the left hand, one of the "fingers" is missing (the middle finger to be exact). Other than the cloak, it is unknown as to what the Queen looks like under the cloak.
Current
Relationships:
Name: Naadra Boumhandi
Nickname: None
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Birthday: April 7
Nationality: Moroccan
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Certified Anesthetist; also specializes in trauma surgery
Family: Only living relative is her mother, who suffers from permanent catatonia
Further Information
Appearance:
IMAGE
Standing at about 5" 10', Naadra holds a dark tan to her body with medium-length raven-colored hair and dark brown eyes. Her complexion is very clear with a long nose and an eye-patch on her right eye.
As far as clothing goes, Naadra likes to keep it sporty. She exercises on a regular basis so she is usually seen with a plain light purple t-shirt and black running shorts with ankle-cut socks and plain black tennis shoes.
For her job, she has the generic doctor outfit, plain and simple.
As for traditional wear, she wears different colored "djellabas" which are long, loose hooded garment
Since moving to America, her day-to-day wear is usually plain and simple: navy capris that end right below the knee bone, her black tennis shoes, a light purple, long-sleeve shirt and a pearl-colored vest to go over it.
On her left hand, middle finger, she wears a ring that is silver topped with a magnificent rare blue-colored gem. She never takes it off.
Personality: Naadra is generally a quiet person with a loud mind. She is very kind towards everyone unless they give her a reason to be other than. Naadra is very cautious and always likes to think things through or plan in advance. She is a private person who likes to keep things- mainly her past- to herself. She really doesn't open up to anyone unless she's spent enough time with them for her to trust them completely.
She has always been a helper. She would never turn her back on a homeless person or animal on the street. She will always try her best to help people that are less fortunate.
Once one gets to know Naadra, she can be quite sarcastic at times. But it's all in good fun- unless you annoyed her.
Held Items: Large machete, flashlight, first aid kit (small), hand-held radio
History
Naadra was born a twin with her late sister, Faizah. She doesn't remember too much of her early childhood except her parents arguing all the time. Their parents divorced when Naadra was five. Throughout her entire life, Naadra felt a struggle to compare to her twin sister. Everything was a competition and unfortunately, Faizah always seemed to win.
Faizah was better at school, social gatherings, sports; anything Naadra did, Faizah could do better. Her parents idolized her twin sister and barely paid any attention to Naadra. She was angry at her sister and her parents but being the quiet person that she is, she never confronted any of them about it. Throughout the years, the hatred inside her was a small flicker that was growing steadily into a raging inferno.
When they were little girls, their mother always wore a certain piece of jewelry every day. It was a ring made of sterling silver and a rare blue gem that people rarely had. Their mother explained that it had been in the family for many generations, handed down eventually to her. She told them stories that this certain ring had an unforeseen power. It had the power to make anyone who was wearing it eternal luck and happiness. It was the key to one's success. Their mother described it as the person who wore the ring was meant to be successful in their life. She then explained that when she died, it would be in the will who earned the ring. Whoever wore the ring was a queen!
Of course, Naadra knew right off the bat that the ring would be handed to Faizah. From that point on, she hated her sister.
When Naadra turned 23, a traumatic event happened in her life. She says the memory is cloudy, but she explains it as this:
"My sister and I were in the forest, gathering wood for a fire for a celebration. As we passed the train tracks, we grew tired and sat by the lake. My sister turned to me and asked why I looked so bitter the past few years. I didn't say anything at first but she just pestered me. She kept bugging me until I finally snapped, "Because you ruined my life!" I yelled at her.
The arguing progressed to the point where I was screaming, "You think you're so perfect but you're not! You're just like everyone else on this planet. You're not the highest good, so stop acting like it!"
She replied with, "Well then, why did Mom give me this?" From her neck, she showed me the ring. The same exact ring my mother wore.
That's when it happened.
A train coming on course got off the track and crashed. All I remember seeing before I blacked out was a giant train coming at me and my sister covering her face. When I woke up, I was without an eye and a sister. Her body was entirely mutilated. All that was left of her (besides flesh and blood) was the ring. I am the holder now."
Inner Demon
Name: The Queen
Behaviour: For a horrible monster from Hell, the Queen is very polite. She allows the challenger to attack first, but do not underestimate this one. She is very clever and likes to analyze her enemy, their strong and weak points, and how they attack. With this information, she can immediately come up with her own battle strategy against the said foe. She is not quite physically powerful, but her speed is immaculate. She acts as though a rogue, a ninja assassin, determined to terminate its prey. It seems as though she is out for revenge, but taking it in the dirtiest way possible. She always seems to go for the eyes first.
Appearance: An eyeless demon wearing a full-body cloak roams around the fogged area, hiding in this personal shadow to sneak-attack whatever comes along. The jet-black cloak covers her face, except for the eye sockets and a mouth with jagged pointy teeth, dripping with flesh and blood. The "hood" of the cloak seems to be bloodied up and the left sleeve. For hands, they have a fleshy appearance but the nails are long, thin blades that she uses to slash with. On the left hand, one of the "fingers" is missing (the middle finger to be exact). Other than the cloak, it is unknown as to what the Queen looks like under the cloak.
Current
Relationships: