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[B]Name:[/B] Mahira Tolvaj

[B]Name Meaning:[/B] Skilled thief .

[B]Nickname(s):[/B] Sapphire

[B]Gender:[/B] Female

[B]Age:[/B] Unknown, appears in her early twenties generally.

[B]Race:[/B] Trodian*
*Immortal beings often associated with eclipses, dusk, dawn, and being at crossroads as that is when they are often seen the most crossing into our world. They have the ability to walk the space between spaces and have the ability to traverse dimensions. They are all born a connection to the spirit world which makes them even more strongly associated with death and change. Each is also born with their own unique power on top of the standard trodian abilities and a guardian spirit that typically disguises itself as a normal animal of the world they are in. The standard abilities are plane walking, shapeshifting, levitation, empathy, reading place memories, sensing energy, spirit communication, and spirit channeling. They also learn necromancy and other spirit magic more easily and at a quicker pace then other races... They are all, however, intensely allergic to all but the metal of the moon, silver. They are the most sensitive to gold.

[B]Height:[/B] In human form around 5'11

[B]Build: [/B] Voluptuous but with an athletic muscle tone and long limbs.

[B]Appearance:[/B]
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She is tall, voluptuous and has a natural beauty no matter what form she takes though she frequently dresses in a masculine way that does not particularly emphasis it. In her favorite form she appears human but has silver eyes and sapphire blue hair that she keeps in a long loose braid that goes almost to her knees. She prefers dressing in dark colors and almost always wears a hat in humanoid forms. She also seems to like jewelry quite a bit.

[B]Scars/Tattoos/Birthmarks:[/B] A crescent moon on her neck that doesn't seem to shift with her form. It appears basically burned on but is generally hidden by a choker or similiar jewelry.

[B]Piercings:[/B] General several over her ears.

[B]Alignment:[/B] Neutral-Good

[B]Occupation:[/B] Often employs herself as a thief or adventurer.

[B]Personality:[/B] She is calm and relatively easy going. She is easily amused, very playful, and smiles often though it seems a little sad most of the time. She doesn’t often say what she's thinking but is not deliberately secretive, often telling the truth when asked unless it is about her species. She is intelligent and empathetic, however, so may keep quiet to avoid hurting others feelings instead of any desire to hide. She loves her life and her travels.

[B]Likes:[/B] Music, writing, conversation, smiles, adventure, exploring, successful thievery, art, creativity, freedom, children, honest people, dragons, the colors black, blue, and silver.

[B]Dislikes:[/B] Mean people, self centered people, the mundane, boredom, repetition, being trapped, needles, people who use others.

[B]Angered By:[/B] Those who pick on the weak.

[B]Soothed By:[/B] Rain, Music, writing, and her guardian spirit.

[B]Words She lives By:[/B] "You win some, you lose some, but the journey is the treasure"

[B]Favored Weapons:[/B] Throwing daggers made from her own spiritual essence or pure silver, though she does carry a whip too.

[B]Always Carries:[/B] Various survival supplies, multiple throwing weapons, a whip, a journal, various books and trinkets that remind her of her journey. All are kept in an enchanted messenger bag that she calls a 'bag of plenty'

[B]Most prized possession:[/B] A pure silver coin she often plays with.

[B]Powers:[/B] She has all the natural abilities of her races including plane walking, shape-shifting, regeneration, levitation/telekinesis, empathy, reading place memories, spirit communication, sensing energy, and spirit channeling. She also has as her unique ability the power to channel the spirits of mystical beings, such as dragons to use their powers and abilities, however she gains weaknesses based on those dragons when she does. She also has the ability to cast spells and is skilled in necromancy.

[B]Talents/Skills:[/B] Thievery and various rogue skills, gymnastics, basic hand to hand combat, use of ranged weapons and whips, enchanting/disenchanting, knows some nature spells but they are fairly basic, Use of herbs and other such remedies, and basically living of the land.

[B]Strengths:[/B] Her powers, her skills, her speed, her flexibility, her natural emotional stability, her adaptability, and her intelligence.

[B]Weaknesses: [/B] She is intensely allergic to all but the ethereal metal of the moon, silver, and is most sensitive to gold like all her kind. She can also be permanently killed via beheading.

[B]Fears/Emotional Scars:[/B] Needles, terrified of needles. Doesn't like enchanting involving fire and has a small fear of fire outside her control.

[B]Family:[/B] Location unknown

[B]History: [/B] She was born on earth and then separated from her tribe of Trodians when she was five. She was taken in by a mage who realized the opportunity of an orphan Trodian, hoping to access the secrets of the mysterious and often hidden race. She was so young she knew little so didn't know much to tell him, so instead he tried to teach her to use her abilities and to be a thief for his own uses. At first she loved him as a second father but slowly she realized what he was doing with the help of her guardian spirit. She asked him directly if he truly loved her as a daughter at the age of fourteen and he in one of his few kind moments was honest. He told her no, he did not though he had tried to. He could think of her as nothing but a tool as he trained her. Though she wanted to cry she said she understood and with that she plane stepped away with a smile and he let her. From then on she lived as an adventurer, getting in and out of trouble. She often helped those who seemed lost like she felt and searched for a meaning.

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It's not shallow or conceited to want to turn your dark dank prison into a beautiful modern day palace...

I mean, what were you doing before she announced she didn't like her face? Or he wanted to stop losing hair?

Did you even notice that distant look on their faces sometimes? How dark and listless they've become?

Did you stop and notice how others treat them before you went to tell them off--or matter-of-factly tell them all those feelgood bullshit statements.

I asked my sister if she thought I was shallow.

She said yes.

I laughed on the inside--nervously. I am shallow--toward myself. I want to be pretty, but I've come to pretend to accept myself. I pretend to love myself so people won't tear me down about how I really feel and the difficulties I have.

She doesn't understand the depths of loneliness, disregard and other stuff I feel. Sometimes it gets so bad that I end up crying and locking myself away in my room.

It's like a princess in a tower, except I'm a monster locked away in a tower. For the good of everyone else.

It's impolite to have emotion, to have desires and needs, to talk about one's problems...

Please do me a favor... if someone's talking about getting plastic surgery, don't judge them. Don't sneer or tell them they won't be happy. Don't call them shallow.

This goes 20x if you were one of those oblivious to cries for help.

Yes it's true there's bigger fish to fry and this is all so selfish, but it's therapy in a way.

Let them just have that fantasy.

Let them dream.

It doesn't affect you anyway.

[FONT="Verdana"][COLOR="Blue"]Dear Journal,

I'm really upset now at Gaia's new CEO. he fires the best Artists who works for gaia as well as some Devs (who helped with the coding,etc.)

And if you are wondering why I'm NOT posting on gaia,this is why:

1. Gaiaonline is being run by the people who run TIMEWARNER (AKA VIACOM) (check viacom credits..you'll see they OWN ALL 3 major broadcasts including DISNEY (they owned that too..)

2.Gaiaonline's new CEO refuses to talk about the Viacom connections including some reformatting to be like Neopets(get ready for censoredmanship! (ALL cussed/texed words:CENSORED!!) anything under the NEOPET's strict TOS R&R..then theywill allow kids to Gaia under the age 13 (which gaia has the cappa on it..) then who know he will rid the cappa. then parents will tell what is right and wrong..(any gaias remember the CIG ban)etc.,etc..this going to be like NEOPETS NO MATTER WHAT!!?

3.NEW CEO RID the Orginal Curator of Gaiaonline: Derek Liu(AKA Lanzer) in order to speed the progress..

this pain bull..the artists make up for what gaia become and brought the community together..(I don't like Reaper BS,but I don't do like this new CEO has done.)

Gaians,if you have accounts on MENEWSHA please read this..it may give you idea what's going on. also if you have CAUSES account on FB make a petition to ASK the new CEO reconsider hiring the old ones that HE just fired.. also,do that on Causes,etc.

SPEAD THE WORD!! DO NOT LET GAIA BECOME NEOPETS!!! [/COLOR][/FONT]

((Rebirth was originally an rp idea, so if you can follow the story line I'd love to go off the plot.))

White silk clung tightly to cactus needles, waving and folding outward in the breeze. Not a sound was made in the dark desert, not even a single chirp of the occasional bird. Black clouds loomed over the land in a quick movement. But the silence remained and no thunder roared. Still and silent, it was if the the land was frozen in place.

Much farther down the cactus covered land, in the darkest part of the storm, two stood side by side. The shorter one wore a long silky black cloak that full covered their body while the taller one wore a torn up and small white silk cloak. Together they looked perfectly set. Neither of them moved, as if frozen in place along with the land.

But then the one in the white cloak stepped forward, his brown boot crushing the grains of sand. The one in the black cloak looked at the black haired man sadly as he moved forward. "Please don't do this Blaze."