Introduction

Name: Nayru Calibur
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Date of Birth: February 18th, 1991


Show Yourself

Hair Color: Silver
Hair Length: Waist
Eye Color: Baby Blue
Height: 5'2''
Weight: 121 lbs.
Scars: N/A


Let Me in

Powers/Magic: Premonitions - Premonitions are glimpses of the past and future, and are triggered by physical contact with an object that has enough psychic energy. Usually premonitions indicate future events that can or need to be changed, but sometimes they are simply meant to prepare the recipient for events to come.

Empathy - Ability to read, sense, and/or control the emotions and/or feelings of others.

Telepathy - Ability to read one's thoughts.

Personality: Nayru is probably one of the most compassionate people anyone can meet. She's quite the optimist and puts other people's feelings before her own. But her innocent nature can be one of her greatest flaws. She can be gullible at times, and can be an easy target for bullies. She's very independent and a hard worker.

She also has her nasty moments. Get on her bad side, and Nayru can appear to be a very different person than being the sweet and polite teen. She's very defensive when it comes to herself, her friends and family. She refuses to let anyone boss her around and make her feel inferior. She takes orders from no one and is true to herself.

History: Nayru Calibur was born in raised in Los Angeles, CA. Barely a month old, she was put up for adoption and was taken under the care of the Caliburs her whole life, hence her last name. But she always thought of them as her real family, even when she found out that she was adopted. Then at the age of 14, her foster parents died in a car accident, leaving her to fend for herself. But this taught her how to become more independent and more responsible for herself and others.

4 years later, she began to notice something rather strange about herself. She could suddenly hear what other people were thinking, feeling, and could even see visions of the future by touching an object. She tried talking to a counselor about it, but unfortunately, he believed that she was imagining things and was thought to be crazy. Feeling that she had no one she could trust, she fled Los Angeles and started searching for a place she truly belonged.

That's when she arrived at Saryithlin, a country she never heard of before. There she discovered many mythical beings that she believed were only legend. She then found out that the Archadians invaded their land and is now more determined than ever to help these creatures fight for their homeland and their freedom.

Family: Foster Mother - Serena Calibur; deceased
Foster Father - Drake Calibur; deceased
Likes: Dancing, singing, playing the piano, Saryithlin, the mythical beings
Dislikes: Archadians, perverted men, thieves, liars
Strenghths: Martial arts, intelligence, her powers
Fears: Memories of her family's death, being alone, not finding someone to accept her


Behind the Smile

Username: Nayru Calibur, aka Admin
Age: 16, soon to be 17
How long have you RPed: 6 years
How did you find us: I own this site <3


Conclusion

Did you read the rules: But, of course! I'm the one who wrote them! ;D
RP Sample: The loud roar of the thunder and the blinding flash of lightning filled the night sky, startling the 17 year old girl buried under the covers. Ever since she was a child, she had always had a fear of thunderstorms, even now. She remembered how her mother would hold her in her gentle and welcoming arms and soothe her to sleep during a storm like this. She swore she could almost hear her mother's lullaby, the sweet and gentle tone swaying softly in her heart.
Without realizing it, she began to sing along with the faint sound of the memory of her mother's voice. "Hush, you by. Don't you cry. Go to sleepy, little baby. When you wake you shall have all the pretty little horses. Blacks and bays, dapples and greys, coach and six-a little horses.. Blacks and bays, dapples and greys, coach and six-a little horses." came out her trembling voice as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Oh, how she missed her sweet mother and her soothing voice. She yearned to see her loving smile again, but knowing that she never will made her heart heavy with shame. Burying her face into the pillow, quiet sobs left the teen, the loud roar of thunder drowning out her silent sorrow