Post by Khalida Antar on Nov 29, 2008 3:37:33 GMT -5
Character Basics[/u]
Name: Khalida Antar
Nickname: none
Age: has been 22 for 25 years
Appearance
Looks: She has long dark hair that curls slightly about her shoulders. Khalida’s light brown skin is ice cold to the touch and sparks magnificently in the sun. She has full, inviting lips, a small beauty mark on her chin and a proud brow, as well as a tall, dancers build. Her eye colour is crimson.
Scars, tattoos, other marks: She has three dots tattooed just below her navel which was thought to aid in fertility, and a circle of dots in the shape of a triangle on her hand which was thought to keep a wife’s devotion to her husband.
Portrayed by: (may include photo here) Amrita Rao ((sorry the picture is so big!! I don't know how to scale it to make it smaller ))
Personality and Stats
Basic Personality: Khalida is shy and humble with a sweet tempermant and a forgiving nature. She can be quite determined and stubborn when she wants to be. She isn’t entirely fluent in English - she just came from Afghanistan - and she's confused about the difference in customs which makes her reluctant to approach others. Khalida, through her quiet and prudent nature, can usually pass through a crowd unnoticed. With her headscarf and shapeless clothes she seems bland; a mere wallflower. She uses this to her advantage when she must travel during the day, and also sometimes when she hunts.
Species: (Human, Vampire, Werewolf)(no further crosses/half species will be allowed as it would be a rarity) Vampire
Abilities: (no made up may have an additional ability like Edward or Alice's power - standard vampire, werewolf abilities only) none
Occupation: none
Car: none
History:
Birthplace: Susmâr Khord, Afghanistan
Family: Father: Bakri Antar, Mother: Najela Antar. Khalida has two older brothers and one younger named Dhakir, Fida and Habib, as well as a baby sister named Kira
Friends: none, Khalida left her home and has only recently arrived in Forks
History: Born in Susmâr Khord, Afghanistan, Khalida knew only a life of travel as her tribe was largely nomadic. As the middle child, and as the female, Khalida helped her mother with domestic tasks and taking care of the youngest children, Habib and Kira. Her entire life was spent preparing for her eventual marriage. She learnt to cook, weave, take down and set up the tents, take care of children; every lesson took her one step closer to her eventual life as a wife and mother. Betrothed at the age of ten to the chief’s son of another nomadic tribe, Khalida was at last married at the age of fourteen and left her family. She would never see them again. Her husband Makin, was much like her father. He believed in propriety, discipline and obedience. He wasn’t cruel, but Khalida still would feel his hand strike her when she was deemed disrespectful or clumsy. Four months into the marriage Khalida became pregnant. Unfortunately the child was stillborn: a boy. Six months later Khalida became pregnant again and this time gave birth to a beautiful girl. Due to complications during the birth, Khalida discovered that her daughter had a lame leg. She called her first daughter Kira, after her sister, meaning sun and often would refer to the baby girl as the light of her life. Over the next few years Khalida gave birth to three more children, two healthy boys, Naji and Sahir, and a sweet girl named Tahani.
Eight years had passed since Khalida had been married to Makin, and her husband had begun talk of a second wife. It was during the month of this talk when the ‘Algul’ came. The bloodsucking jinn was an old Arabic legend that largely followed the vampire legend, and it was such a creature that attacked Khalida as she washed her family’s laundry. Although the jinn, a beautiful and glorious male, had at first attacked Khalida, he did not kill her. He was overcome by bloodlust and moved on to attack her tribe, killing two others and stealing away a third. Khalida was left in the dust, and believing that the fire in her blood was an evil jinn spirit taking over her body she crawled to a river bank in the hopes of drowning herself. However, the venom had spread quickly and Khalida felt the strength required to throw herself into the calm waters leave her. The inhuman screams that echoed across the valley frightened the tribes people and they quickly packed up their things and moved on.
Three days later Khalida woke up. The thirst drove her mad and she began hunting her tribe. Her movements were sporadic and wild however and she often strayed from the hunt to follow other trails. She killed two wolves before at last catching up with her old tribe. The thirst, the burning need, it was more than she could bare, and as the hot sun glared on the dry world below, Khalida glowed beneath its hot fingers. She was beautiful and terrible to behold with her shimmering skin and bloodied front. Her headscarf had been torn off and ripped to shreds during the transformation and her naked face held a perfection unknown to man kind. She descended on her tribe and fed until her thirst was abated. She would have continued the slaughter had she not entered her old tent where her four children cowered. Her two boys held swords to heavy for them, while her daughters had armed themselves with stones, their headscarves wrapped in such a way that only a small window was left for their eyes.
“Mâdar!” Tahani, her youngest daughter cried, dropping the stone and lifting her small arms towards her mother. Her sons, Naji and Sahir cried out as well, lowering their swords. It was Kira, Khalida’s lame, brilliant daughter who kept her head. She yelled for her siblings to avoid their mother’s eyes and threw the stone with great force. The stone, although it did strike Khalida, went unnoticed. It was the cries of fear, longing and loss that caught and held her attention. It was her children; her own beautiful children cowering before her, away from her, that shook the blood lust from her. It was Kira, limping forward and pushing her younger brothers and sister behind her; it was the look of fear and determination in her eyes as she invoked Allah’s name that caused Khalida to take a step back. Putting her hands to her head Khalida let out a heart-wrenching wail. Crying out in Pashto she begged her children for their forgiveness; told them she loved them and goodbye. Khalida ran from camp and through the night, not stopping well into the next day.
She went for as long as she could without eating, dragging herself through the countryside in a frenzy of thirst and desperation, all the while aware that she had to put as much ground as possible between herself and her now broken tribe should the thirst overpower her again. She would not kill her children, and what terrified her the most was the knowledge that she could kill them. Only her will, a fraying thread in her mind, kept Khalida from the atrocious act.
Khalida traveled up through Asia and into Russia, a bloody trail following in her wake. She survived the first year and slowly got control of her thirst. The next two years were spent in seclusion, feeding only when she could go on no longer and moving constantly. Khalida found with her new body that she could swim great lengths and used this method to cross into North America. She traveled largely at night, knowing that she could not go unnoticed during the day. She had once again taken to swimming and it was in this manner that she arrived on the La Push beach, water clogged, weak with thirst. She killed the first passer by, a woman, and carefully hid the body, stealing her clothes. She sent up a quick prayer to Allah to guide the victim’s soul to paradise and then ran.
Khalida continues to live in hiding, moving constantly and feeding only when she must. Her make shift headscarf helps Khalida maintain some sense of anonymity, but her reddened irises and graceful movements are evidence as to the kind of monster that she is.
Name: Khalida Antar
Nickname: none
Age: has been 22 for 25 years
Appearance
Looks: She has long dark hair that curls slightly about her shoulders. Khalida’s light brown skin is ice cold to the touch and sparks magnificently in the sun. She has full, inviting lips, a small beauty mark on her chin and a proud brow, as well as a tall, dancers build. Her eye colour is crimson.
Scars, tattoos, other marks: She has three dots tattooed just below her navel which was thought to aid in fertility, and a circle of dots in the shape of a triangle on her hand which was thought to keep a wife’s devotion to her husband.
Portrayed by: (may include photo here) Amrita Rao ((sorry the picture is so big!! I don't know how to scale it to make it smaller ))
Personality and Stats
Basic Personality: Khalida is shy and humble with a sweet tempermant and a forgiving nature. She can be quite determined and stubborn when she wants to be. She isn’t entirely fluent in English - she just came from Afghanistan - and she's confused about the difference in customs which makes her reluctant to approach others. Khalida, through her quiet and prudent nature, can usually pass through a crowd unnoticed. With her headscarf and shapeless clothes she seems bland; a mere wallflower. She uses this to her advantage when she must travel during the day, and also sometimes when she hunts.
Species: (Human, Vampire, Werewolf)(no further crosses/half species will be allowed as it would be a rarity) Vampire
Abilities: (no made up may have an additional ability like Edward or Alice's power - standard vampire, werewolf abilities only) none
Occupation: none
Car: none
History:
Birthplace: Susmâr Khord, Afghanistan
Family: Father: Bakri Antar, Mother: Najela Antar. Khalida has two older brothers and one younger named Dhakir, Fida and Habib, as well as a baby sister named Kira
Friends: none, Khalida left her home and has only recently arrived in Forks
History: Born in Susmâr Khord, Afghanistan, Khalida knew only a life of travel as her tribe was largely nomadic. As the middle child, and as the female, Khalida helped her mother with domestic tasks and taking care of the youngest children, Habib and Kira. Her entire life was spent preparing for her eventual marriage. She learnt to cook, weave, take down and set up the tents, take care of children; every lesson took her one step closer to her eventual life as a wife and mother. Betrothed at the age of ten to the chief’s son of another nomadic tribe, Khalida was at last married at the age of fourteen and left her family. She would never see them again. Her husband Makin, was much like her father. He believed in propriety, discipline and obedience. He wasn’t cruel, but Khalida still would feel his hand strike her when she was deemed disrespectful or clumsy. Four months into the marriage Khalida became pregnant. Unfortunately the child was stillborn: a boy. Six months later Khalida became pregnant again and this time gave birth to a beautiful girl. Due to complications during the birth, Khalida discovered that her daughter had a lame leg. She called her first daughter Kira, after her sister, meaning sun and often would refer to the baby girl as the light of her life. Over the next few years Khalida gave birth to three more children, two healthy boys, Naji and Sahir, and a sweet girl named Tahani.
Eight years had passed since Khalida had been married to Makin, and her husband had begun talk of a second wife. It was during the month of this talk when the ‘Algul’ came. The bloodsucking jinn was an old Arabic legend that largely followed the vampire legend, and it was such a creature that attacked Khalida as she washed her family’s laundry. Although the jinn, a beautiful and glorious male, had at first attacked Khalida, he did not kill her. He was overcome by bloodlust and moved on to attack her tribe, killing two others and stealing away a third. Khalida was left in the dust, and believing that the fire in her blood was an evil jinn spirit taking over her body she crawled to a river bank in the hopes of drowning herself. However, the venom had spread quickly and Khalida felt the strength required to throw herself into the calm waters leave her. The inhuman screams that echoed across the valley frightened the tribes people and they quickly packed up their things and moved on.
Three days later Khalida woke up. The thirst drove her mad and she began hunting her tribe. Her movements were sporadic and wild however and she often strayed from the hunt to follow other trails. She killed two wolves before at last catching up with her old tribe. The thirst, the burning need, it was more than she could bare, and as the hot sun glared on the dry world below, Khalida glowed beneath its hot fingers. She was beautiful and terrible to behold with her shimmering skin and bloodied front. Her headscarf had been torn off and ripped to shreds during the transformation and her naked face held a perfection unknown to man kind. She descended on her tribe and fed until her thirst was abated. She would have continued the slaughter had she not entered her old tent where her four children cowered. Her two boys held swords to heavy for them, while her daughters had armed themselves with stones, their headscarves wrapped in such a way that only a small window was left for their eyes.
“Mâdar!” Tahani, her youngest daughter cried, dropping the stone and lifting her small arms towards her mother. Her sons, Naji and Sahir cried out as well, lowering their swords. It was Kira, Khalida’s lame, brilliant daughter who kept her head. She yelled for her siblings to avoid their mother’s eyes and threw the stone with great force. The stone, although it did strike Khalida, went unnoticed. It was the cries of fear, longing and loss that caught and held her attention. It was her children; her own beautiful children cowering before her, away from her, that shook the blood lust from her. It was Kira, limping forward and pushing her younger brothers and sister behind her; it was the look of fear and determination in her eyes as she invoked Allah’s name that caused Khalida to take a step back. Putting her hands to her head Khalida let out a heart-wrenching wail. Crying out in Pashto she begged her children for their forgiveness; told them she loved them and goodbye. Khalida ran from camp and through the night, not stopping well into the next day.
She went for as long as she could without eating, dragging herself through the countryside in a frenzy of thirst and desperation, all the while aware that she had to put as much ground as possible between herself and her now broken tribe should the thirst overpower her again. She would not kill her children, and what terrified her the most was the knowledge that she could kill them. Only her will, a fraying thread in her mind, kept Khalida from the atrocious act.
Khalida traveled up through Asia and into Russia, a bloody trail following in her wake. She survived the first year and slowly got control of her thirst. The next two years were spent in seclusion, feeding only when she could go on no longer and moving constantly. Khalida found with her new body that she could swim great lengths and used this method to cross into North America. She traveled largely at night, knowing that she could not go unnoticed during the day. She had once again taken to swimming and it was in this manner that she arrived on the La Push beach, water clogged, weak with thirst. She killed the first passer by, a woman, and carefully hid the body, stealing her clothes. She sent up a quick prayer to Allah to guide the victim’s soul to paradise and then ran.
Khalida continues to live in hiding, moving constantly and feeding only when she must. Her make shift headscarf helps Khalida maintain some sense of anonymity, but her reddened irises and graceful movements are evidence as to the kind of monster that she is.