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Kinara Amelia Wraithe

"Men....You can't trust them, you can't love them, you can't understand them....but you can always control them..."

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a character in “No Longer Chained”, as played by XxNightxX

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Kin
Ara [[are-uh]]
Em

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Female

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Kinara is a tall girl at 5'8'' and has elegant curves that show off her toned body. Her hair is the softest brown and her eyes are like pools of melted chocolate, with flecks of warm, golden amber. But don't be deceived by her large, charming brown eyes. Her tongue is as sharp as a dagger and her heart can be as cold as ice.

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Kinara is usually the type to keep her feelings hidden from others, masking her emotions with her sharp tongue and frozen heart. She is quick to make snide remarks, and manipulating others to get what she wants doesn't bother her in the least. There may be some sort of heart of gold with good morals that actually cares somewhere within her dark soul, but if it does exist, its hidden far and deep beneath the surface, and it would take something almost drastic to retrieve it from the dark depths of her soul. Even when she does care, she will probably never admit it, and she will deny any feelings that may happen to begin to surface, and more often than not she will not only deny them to others, but also to herself. In a society that doesn't allow you to love and which prevents you from really feeling too much, her denial of her feelings is not unnatural or uncommon, and among most other females it is seen as a sign of strength. Even if Em wanted by chance to give in to any hint of her feelings, she fears the shame and the punishment that would follow soon after. Although, so far, she has not come across something strong enough to bring about these feelings that could endanger her mere existence.

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Her mother was a cruel, unforgiving woman of high power in the line of warriors, with expectations to match, and as an only child, Kinara never failed to live up to those expectations. She had never really loved her mother, as her mother was one of the nastiest, and the way she treated her daughter was no exception. But Kin saw it as a challenge, and learned to fight fire with fire. Her mother may not have been a caring, loving parent, but she had taught Em many things. One of those things was to never let someone even hint that they were above her, better than her, or more powerful than her, especially not men. Kinara isn't quite as nasty as her mother was, as she still has a sense of friendship and morals hidden in there somewhere, and isn't quite as nasty to females as she is to the slaves, but anyone who tries to even get somewhat close to her better be ready to face her stand-offish, bitchy, smart attitude, for she won't let anyone near her heart that easily.

Kin is an excellent fighter, as she is swift, strong, and powerful, and she rarely hesitates. She may be manipulative and deceitful, but she detests people who are lazy or cheat to get where they are. Her mother may have been a powerful, strong woman with more than enough money to keep her family sustained, but Kin had to work hard to get where she is now, just like her mother did and taught her to do. Her mother may have been a despicable woman, but Em is a stronger person because of her harsh ways, and picking a fight with Em is not a strong move. If you give her crap, she'll give you a ton of crap right back.

Kin never knew who her father was, as her mother never cared to say, as men aren't all that important in this society, and she doesn't really care to know who he was. Kin never really felt she needed a man in her life, and she feels she's doing just fine without a father figure. Most of the girls in her generation grow up not knowing who their fathers are, and even the ones who do, don't care and don't usually live with them.

One more thing about Kin: if you do finally win her trust, her loyalty is undying, and if you happen to become her friend, as she doesn't have many, she will do everything within her ability to protect those who somehow put up with her crap and make their way into her heart.

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Her mother was a vile, yet powerful woman who Em detested and is no longer a part of Em's life. Her father is unknown, and she doesn't care to know him. She is an only child.

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So begins...

Kinara Amelia Wraithe's Story

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It was like a dream, floating and feeling the soft air flow through her fingertips. Oh wait...this was a dream. Maya knew this as well as her conscious. But what what wrong with dreaming? Nothing. Because one moment your falling on clouds the next you wake to the bright sun, Maya hated this feeling and she wished as everyone else did that she could dream forever for this was the place most sacred to her. No one could enter her mind in this state and for once she could get her imagination to turn it's clocks without having to have them be shut off by her mother, for her imagination was crushed when she was but a child. Maya woke to the bright sun, groaning as she tossed and turned over in her soft feathery bed. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she realized her dream wasn't as great as it would have seemed. Maya shook the thought away perhaps it was just the sun heating her skin? As it normally did. Maya knew she was one of the tannest girls in Myru but it was just the hours of training and hunting she had done to make herself this way. Maya's self conscious told her to get up but she could stay in her bed all day if she wished and she did very much wish she could stay. But just as she was about to fall back asleep a sharp knock on the door made her narrow her eyes over at it, a grumble turned into a sigh. "What is it?!" she grumbled as the sharp knocking sounded again. Before Maya could even straighten her mother enterered the room, her eyes narrowed, her chin pointed in the highly directed way, as her eyes drifted on her still waking daughter. Two slaves entered the room, one a dark skinned man that was Maya's slave the other was The Empress's. "Mother? Why do you wake me so early in the morning?" Maya grumbled, covering her self with the sheets as the slaves and her mother entered. The Empress crossed her arms, clearly not amused. "You were suppose to take the hunt patrol out this morning and yet you lay sprawled on your bed like you just fought a war." Her mother said in her high shrill voice. Maya sighed and brushed an annoying piece of hair out of her face, "It feels like I've been fighting a war." she mumbled under her breath, her mother narrowed her eyes and raised a hand to slap Maya but instead clenched her teeth. "Just get dressed and meet me downstairs when your done." she growled and went out of the room. Maya's slave stayed in the doorway watching her with curious dark eyes. "Your dismissed. I don't need help getting dressed." Maya growled and the slave bowed his head and left the room silently. As soon as the door was shut Maya stretched and got herself up and out of the bed, she didn't feel like denying her mother this morning as she grabbed a light chainmill shirt, she quickly put the chain mill over her undergarments and then put a tight pair of leather pants. It wasn't much but it would do for today. She quickly put her hair up into a small bun, looking at herself in the mirror. With a shrug she quickly put on her boots and dispersed down the stairs. "Now what is it?" Maya demanded looking her mother up and down. The Empress took a quick glance over at Maya, doing the same. "Go and do your duties, the patrol is waiting to be taken out." The Empress said with her head tilted high. Maya raised a hand and rubbed the back of her neck. "Yes, Empress." Maya said with a bow, she quickly left the castle she hated so much and before going to where the patrol was she entered the blacksmith's part of the shop. The woman worked quickly and swiftly on a nice looking sword. She looked up, "Why good morning, Maya. What can I do for you?" she asked calmly. A young man came in with a few daggers and sat them down, looking up at Maya but not looking her in the eye. He quickly dismissed himself with a bow from the room and the blacksmith narrowed her eyes but said nothing. Maya looked back at the woman, "You made the belt I presume?" she asked calmly. The blacksmith nodded and handed her a fine black belt with silver edging. Maya smiled at the work and quickly wrapped it around her chain mill, she placed the scabbard and sword in it's place on the belt and did a twirl, the belt looked good. The blacksmith nodded with a smile. "Looks great." she commented. Maya nodded and thanked the Blacksmith as she quickly left the shop, Maya headed towards the patrol, nodding politely to other women as she passed.

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A tall, lithe figure glided through the shadows at the edge of the street, a single ray of sun glancing off her fine, youthful features for a split second. The warm ray illuminated her face for a moment, revealing her tanned skin, elegant cheekbones, and large brown eyes, the flecks of amber within the circumference of her irises glinting in the sunlight, although those big brown eyes revealed nothing of her emotions within. Her warm, melted eyes were beautiful things that one would think would most definitely belong to someone kinder and more innocent, but such was not the case. Those who knew Kinara knew not to get in her way, and were well to remember her sharp tongue could inflict as much injury as a well-tended dagger or knife.

"Boy, fetch my horse." she said brusquely, obviously not wanting to be delayed. Her voice had the potential to be as warm and smooth as honey, with an almost charming, flirty undertone rich with beauty, but at the moment it was quick and sharp, the honey in her voice turning quickly to that of a bee's sting. The boy of only about 10 bowed his head in submission and quickly scurried away to fetch her horse from the pristine stables of her estate. Her home was situated in the foothills just outside the city, with the large expanse of forest stretching out behind it. It was by no means a palace, but it was still a very nice home which she had bought with only a small fraction of the money her mother had left her with before things had gotten unbearable between them and they had parted ways. Besides, the view was absolutely stunning from where her estate sat perched atop a softly sloping hill.

The boy returned from the stables, eyes downcast, with Ara's stallion who was black as night itself, except for the small white star that flecked the soft velvet of his nose. Em took the reins from him and pulled herself up onto the large black horse with ease, as her toned legs required no aid to mount the stallion, though large as he was. Ara could without a doubt afford to have some sort of carriage transport her, but she preferred the feel of the actual horse underneath her as she controlled where she went and how fast she got there, and above all she loved the feel of the powerful beast beneath her and the cool, refreshing burst of air that caressed her face and danced through her hair as she rode along, sometimes with no particular destination in mind.

Today, however, she did have a destination. Since she was kind of in a hurry to get to town, and wished for the slave to accompany her on her errands, she beckoned for him to mount the horse behind her, although since he was not permitted to touch her, even to hold on, he had to grip the back of the saddle, wrapping his legs around the horse's middle and hoping for dear life he did not fall off. He was far from the only slave who walked through the halls of her estate, but he was the one she usually preferred to accompany her into town, as he was the least irritating of the men who served her. Probably because he was not yet even a man, he was only a runt, having not quite yet entered manhood.

By some miracle, the slave had managed to hold on as the horse galloped through the beautiful, rolling foothills outside of town, and when they reached the town, by a brief order from Ara, he dismounted and walked silently alongside as she sat perched atop her well-groomed, and now slightly out of breath, black stallion whose flanks now had a thin sheen of sweat. People moved out of the way as Kinara's stallion walked slowly and deliberately through the crowd, the flow of people parting slightly and then remerging as people tried to avoid their feet being stepped on by the large hooves of the magnificent beast. They were careful not to get in the way of the horse not only because they did not wish to be stepped on, but also because the fine clothes that Ara wore and the necklace she wore around her neck that contained a beautiful, single, flawless emerald, which marked her as a noble warrior of great wealth, did not escape their attention. Ara wore black, form-fitting hunting pants of the finest obsidian leather and a white form-fitting shirt of a fine, soft material that she could move in, with a leather jacket atop of that that was the same obsidian hue as her hunting pants.

As they stopped in front of a small blacksmith's shop, Ara too dismounted from her powerful steed and greeted the older female blacksmith with something that almost amounted to a hint of warmth and kindness, or at least as much as she would allow to shine in her warm brown eyes. As she handed the skilled blacksmith her long, curved blade and also her small dagger to be repaired and sharpened from the slight damage it had received from Ara's last battle, she remembered the days as a child when she would come and talk to the blacksmith after a particularly big fight with her mother, or after a particularly long day of harsh scolding to whip her into shape or, as her mother put it, to 'make her a better woman.' She had always enjoyed talking to the blacksmith, not giving her the same crap she gave everyone else, as the blacksmith was kind to her and had always understood her frustrations with her mother. She had never complained when she vented, and as they talked the blacksmith would teach Ara how to make, repair, and even sometimes wield, weapons. Ara no longer had time to repair or make her own weapons, but she would still go to the blacksmith she had known since childhood over any other blacksmith.

Once the blacksmith had finished repairing and sharpening her weapons to a deadly, glinting edge, Kinara bid the blacksmith farewell and left the small shop to continue on through the rest of the town with the boy leading her steed by the reins beside her as she went off to finish the rest of her errands.