Name: Sheera
Gender:Female
Age: Ageless, though she appears as a young woman, in her mid twenties
Sexuality: Straight
Powers/Abilities: Sheera has complete control of her season, of winter and ice. She can create snow, ice, and frost or remove it at will and often even without conscious thought. Her powers are completely under her control, but they also react to her emotions. When she is angry, frost appears. When she is sad, it snows. She can also compel these elements to move, meaning that she can form ice and make it fly at people. The same is true of snow and frost.
Weapon(s): Sheera has a set of guards who protect her. She keeps only two weapons herself, a sword made of razor sharp, cold steel. She often will coat the sword in ice to make it even sharper. She also keeps a bow. She makes her own arrows of ice.
Weapon Appearance(s): The sword is unadorned, it hardly looks like the weapon of a goddess, but should anyone else touch it, the coldness of it would cause immediate ice burn, and frostbite if they tried to hold it.
Appearance:
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Sheera has lily white skin, as pale as snow, and clear, ice blue eyes. Her hair is a stark white that looks tinted blue from certain angles. She has a slight, blue tint to her skin, as if she's about to develop hypothermia. She dresses in clothes that could be considered quite revealing, but the cold never bothers her. She keeps her sword with her at all times.
Battle Appearance: When she feels threatened or gets angry, Sheera tends to frost. Ice collects on her skin, icicles grow from her fingers, often the frost grows over the ground around her. Her eyes darken from clear blue to almost black. When she is really ready to fight, an armour of hard ice grows over her clothes.
Alignment: Sheera's allegiance is to herself and her people. She'll do whatever she has to do to come out on top.
Personality: Sheera is wild. Though her kingdom is the most formal and orderly of them all (in her opinion), Sheera herself is not afraid of doing things herself. Her court is headed in the center of the kingdom, where she has a palace, advisers, all of that, but Sheera spends very little time there. She spends most of her time out in the country, among her people with a small band of guards. She trains with her soldiers (her army is extremely advanced and disciplined) and is just as adept at fighting as they are. She is not a warm person, and she has high expectations of everyone around her, including herself. Sheera knows that she is a goddess and she takes her position as leader very seriously, which makes her come off as arrogant.
How do you feel about all this?: Sheera is furious that the Sun and Moon are threatening her people's safety and she is ready to go to war to protect them.
Theme Song: None
Relationships: Sonia is an idiot. Kaze is a tyrant. Sheera can't stand the sun and moon goddesses. Horus is a good, smart ruler, and his good looks don't hurt. Sheera has no specific grudge against him and is a bit fascinated by him. [will add more once I see their sheets]
Crush/Romantic Relationships: (With crushes you don't have to ask, but no putting someone else's character in a relationship with yours unless they state something like they want the role of a lover filled. You may also put what they're looking for in terms of a relationship.)- TBA
RP Sample: "Mistress, Clarissa has returned. She requests to see you."
Asahara glanced up from the large and updated map stretched before her. She smiled and stood, without looking at the panel of men and women she had gathered to advise her on the state of affairs in Schiendi. The things she heard pleased her. The land was divided in places, but the greater part maintained an admirable devotion to the Forsaken Gods. There remained a very few formidable foes centered in the city of Thildrassil, but Asahara had a plan as to dealing with them. That was why they trekked through the desert now, south instead of west to the city. There was a certain tomb that was reported as housing an old associate of hers. They went there for the chance at a bit of diplomacy and then, hopefully, to Thildrassil.
But first, she had to know how her siblings fared. She had known since her own freedom that they were free as well, but she needed more definite information for the move on Taivas. She stepped out of the tent and then stopped short, spotting the huge, hulking figure on the horizon. Already she had gathered monsters into her own army, huge shaggy beasts, some of them commanded by riders and masters, others wild and riderless. But this was the type more suited to Togron's tastes. After a moment of staring, Asahara started forward again with a smile on her face.
"Clarissa, dear, you've only been away for a week's time. What news is there?"
The siren leapt nimbly from the giant's shoulder and dipped a low curtsy at Asahara's feet. "Mistress," she murmured with a smile. "The Northern Sun gathers his army south of here in the land of Geemrot. His army is large and strong and he sends this giant," she gestured up at the moster behind her, "as a present. His name is Tup." Asahara frowned up at the thing. It was certainly not pretty...
Slowly, Asahara began to circle the monster as it shuffled clumsily under itself, trying to keep her in view. "He is ugly and dirty..." Asahara said, her voice scaling upward in a childish whine. She almost wanted to stomp her foot. Her brother should know better the kind of presents she liked. Clarissa smiled.
"I did attempt to scrub him on the journey back to you, Mistress," she said.
"You did not do a good job," Asahara snapped back. Suddenly, the giant rumbled and reached down, trying to touch her, a glazed over look in its giant eyes. Asahara yelped and dodged backward. "Do not touch me!" she snarled, lashing out with her words and her mind. To her surprise, the giant lurched to a stop, mid movement, and then straightened up again. Asahara tilted her head up at Tup, probing a bit deeper with her mind. The thing was... delightfully empty. Even without her influence barely a thought flickered through its head. There was nothing for her to sweep aside to insert her own will. Intrigued, Asahara concentrated only a tad harder and slowly, Tup lowered himself to his knees and then rolled over. She approached him timidly, before slowly lifting a hand to rub along what she could reach of his belly. Tup made a pleased, rumbling sound and Asahara giggled.
"I have changed my mind," she announced loudly. "My Tup shall be scrubbed immediately and made more suitable clothes. Take him back to the last village we visited if necessary." Those gathered around murmured happily, whispering about the kindness, the generosity of their mistress. Asahara simply grinned, humming to herself again. With Tup there to carry her, they would make excellent time to the tombs.
Quite impressive, Togron, she sent to her brother. I thank you. He is adorably hideous.