Joxina
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Name: Joxina Melroru
Nickname/Alias: Jox
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 120lb
Occupation: Healer, Maid
Personality: How should I explain myself? My personality is honestly quite straight forwards. If you ask anyone who I am and what I am like, there is mainly one answer and that answer would be kind. Indeed, I, Joxina Melroru am a supporter of peace. Kindness and love are what I give out to the people that I support. I am often described as the light in the midst of darkness because I give hope to those around me. As described above, it is obviously that I have complete hate for violence and cruelty. In my opinion, they are sins, crimes that should never be forgiven. However, the world does force people into war. Of course, I try to avoid these conflicts as much as possible but sometimes, situations are not as easy to avoid as one would think. Basically, I am filled with a heart full of sympathy and compassion for those that are in need. I will stop at nothing to help those that are in times of desperation and troubles. Perhaps this shall be the downfall of me. Although I show absolutely no importance in the world that I am living in, I believe that changes can be seen through me, through my kindness, and just through my gentle, loving heart. Yes, I do not seek power or importance. In fact, all I seek is a world of patience and love, free from conflict and jealousy. Although this sort of world will probably not be formed from my own hands or the hands of my descendants but one day, I know that one day, it shall appear as if it was in my own dreams. Remember me… Remember me as Joxina, the healer angel, and princess of love.
Appearance: My long, straight hair hangs all the way from my head to my waist, displaying a flowing, majestic feature of my body. The whiteness of my hair can be seen brightly due to the fact that it is a rather strange coloring and can be seen clear as it appears to glow during the darkness of night time. My face is one of gentleness; completely suitable to my personality and my eyes of green throw the impression that I am full of compassion and love. Often, I wear a traditional dress as I have been taught to due to the fact that I am to serve primarily as a maid, a servant in the world that I live in. However, despite my dress being traditional, I will often wear dresses of strange coloring to suit my personal tastes.
Skills:
Household Chores: Not only do I show extreme knowledge in advanced household cleaning and chores, I also love to do these chores. My knowledge in this cleaning will help massively with my profession in this world. Sure, I don’t possess much skills or abilities; however, the ones that I do possess are able to make me unique from others in this fantastic world.
Sympathetic: I’m just a nice person. I allow others to share their feelings with me and I treat others the way I want to be treated. It was truly just a general rule in life and if you do not want to be mistreated then you are to treat others kindly as well. I try my hardest to understand other people’s feelings and share a bond with these people. I am often the person that others come to when they need help and just want to cry their feelings out.
Abilities:
Healing Magic: I can generate a blue light beam from my hand and come in contact with someone and close up wounds or other injuries. This can only be used close-up and requires full concentration. I can do this five times before it wears me down maximum but the how tiring it is is depended mainly on how severe the injury is. The healing can only mend deep slashes, punctures, or mild internal bleeding from blunt force trauma or broken bones. Cannot reattach limbs, revive the dead, or heal major fatal trauma
Equipment/Weapons:
• Longsword – A sword that I have no use for. It is only for self-defense and I hope that I won’t be using it for as long as I can.
• Household Chore Pouch – A pouch that holds the necessities of completing household chores. It is involved with magic. (RP Reasons)
• Healing Pouch – A pouch that holds the necessities of healing. It is heavily involved with magic. (RP Reasons)
History:
You ask for my past? The stories that I have never told? Well, I shall grant your wishes and provide you with the stories of my past, the ones that have hidden in the back of my mind and has never exposed to anyone before. You are the first and I welcome you to the past, my friend.
It was a dark, windy night in the grand house of the Melroru household. The Melrorus were known to be brilliant fighters, noble businessmen, and intelligent tacticians and were expected to be the best of the best, strongest of the strongest. They were expected to fight lions and bears without fear nor armor and defeat monsters without breaking a single sweat. This was my family. And that night, a girl was born. She was a puny, pretty fellow and her eyes gleamed of intelligence and love. Unlike other babies, her eyes were not filled with tears of a firstborn, instead, she was laughing and swaying her tiny, little arms around as she explored the new world with her own personal eyes. The girl, if born in any other family hood, would have been considered a miracle, a special firstborn indeed. However, this was not the case for the Melroru household. Apparently, Greakna Melrorus was not fond of having a little girl such as I. My father, his eyes looked down with disappointment when I was born and his face coiled with disgust as he walked out of the room that I was born in. Still, I was clueless as to why my father was had not welcomed me and cuddled me in his warm arms at such a young age. Instead, all I could do was watch as my mother looked at me in pity while waving my legs and arms around.
At the age of four, I realized why my father neglected me. He was a strong, brave soldier, a veteran that had served the country for years and years and obtained much wealth and glory from his experience and conquests. I was, of course, treated like the daughter of noblemen and given the greatest of clothes and the best toys. However, I felt out of place. I was a lonely yet beautiful young white-haired girl and no one seemed to make eye contact with me except my own mother who has been often beaten by father for reasons unknown to me back then. Life was just a black, useless hole at that time. And then, that was when my mother gave birth to a son, my younger brother, Ciren Melroru. He came out silent with a face that lacked any sort of noticeable emotion. Indeed, this baby was the opposite of me when I was born.
However, unlike me, father had cuddled the male baby in his arms and kissed his forehead in delight while the baby stared blankly at him without any sort of response. I, of course, did not understand back then but I did not do anything as I was told to remains silent and stay obedient. This was the first scenario in which I experienced sexism in this family. After that occasion, mother and father never argued. Perhaps the new baby had given them new joy that they had never found with me, I shall never find out.
A few years had passed. When I was 14 and when Ciren was 10, we developed a great relationship. He was the person that I was to look after and support. Even though I am his older sister, my duty was not to be educated and train for combat, instead, I was to clean after him, cook for him, and serve him while playing with him. My life was pretty much devoted to him. Even though father and mother spoiled him, he loved to play with me, teaching me all sorts of puzzles and new things that I couldn’t learn due to the fact that I was someone from a feminine gender. During this time, I mastered my duty, learning the ways of a maid and a waitress, knowing how to serve and how to treat others with respect and honesty. It was ironic really… Perhaps it was fate? That sure was a word used commonly in my family. As a baby, I had been active, yet now, I was changed into someone that remained silent, calm and obeyed without question with a face of respect. However, while Ciren was a baby, he had been cold and emotionless, yet now, he was an active, popular kid around these areas. Our roles were switched but I didn’t mind. I loved him and he loved me for who I am. He was my only friend and my brother.
Finally, at the age of 15, I began my medical training, as my father’s mood seemed to be increasing and increasing ever since Ciren’s growth. His birth had been helpful to the family and I sure didn’t mind washing his clothes and cooking for him. Soon, at the age of 20, I have mastered the art of medicine and service while Ciren has mastered the art of knowledge and combat. He was 16 and he had become an attractive, young man. It was time for him to move out and become a great general. He no longer needed me by his side. Instead, he was to go and find a lover that could serve him. I was no longer suitable for this job. Even though we were separated, our bond still remains. However, I was to go out and find someone new to serve, someone that was willing to take me in and pay my household for my services… And this is when the story begins.
Name: Joxina Melroru
Nickname/Alias: Jox
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 120lb
Occupation: Healer, Maid
Personality: How should I explain myself? My personality is honestly quite straight forwards. If you ask anyone who I am and what I am like, there is mainly one answer and that answer would be kind. Indeed, I, Joxina Melroru am a supporter of peace. Kindness and love are what I give out to the people that I support. I am often described as the light in the midst of darkness because I give hope to those around me. As described above, it is obviously that I have complete hate for violence and cruelty. In my opinion, they are sins, crimes that should never be forgiven. However, the world does force people into war. Of course, I try to avoid these conflicts as much as possible but sometimes, situations are not as easy to avoid as one would think. Basically, I am filled with a heart full of sympathy and compassion for those that are in need. I will stop at nothing to help those that are in times of desperation and troubles. Perhaps this shall be the downfall of me. Although I show absolutely no importance in the world that I am living in, I believe that changes can be seen through me, through my kindness, and just through my gentle, loving heart. Yes, I do not seek power or importance. In fact, all I seek is a world of patience and love, free from conflict and jealousy. Although this sort of world will probably not be formed from my own hands or the hands of my descendants but one day, I know that one day, it shall appear as if it was in my own dreams. Remember me… Remember me as Joxina, the healer angel, and princess of love.
Appearance: My long, straight hair hangs all the way from my head to my waist, displaying a flowing, majestic feature of my body. The whiteness of my hair can be seen brightly due to the fact that it is a rather strange coloring and can be seen clear as it appears to glow during the darkness of night time. My face is one of gentleness; completely suitable to my personality and my eyes of green throw the impression that I am full of compassion and love. Often, I wear a traditional dress as I have been taught to due to the fact that I am to serve primarily as a maid, a servant in the world that I live in. However, despite my dress being traditional, I will often wear dresses of strange coloring to suit my personal tastes.
Skills:
Household Chores: Not only do I show extreme knowledge in advanced household cleaning and chores, I also love to do these chores. My knowledge in this cleaning will help massively with my profession in this world. Sure, I don’t possess much skills or abilities; however, the ones that I do possess are able to make me unique from others in this fantastic world.
Sympathetic: I’m just a nice person. I allow others to share their feelings with me and I treat others the way I want to be treated. It was truly just a general rule in life and if you do not want to be mistreated then you are to treat others kindly as well. I try my hardest to understand other people’s feelings and share a bond with these people. I am often the person that others come to when they need help and just want to cry their feelings out.
Abilities:
Healing Magic: I can generate a blue light beam from my hand and come in contact with someone and close up wounds or other injuries. This can only be used close-up and requires full concentration. I can do this five times before it wears me down maximum but the how tiring it is is depended mainly on how severe the injury is. The healing can only mend deep slashes, punctures, or mild internal bleeding from blunt force trauma or broken bones. Cannot reattach limbs, revive the dead, or heal major fatal trauma
Equipment/Weapons:
• Longsword – A sword that I have no use for. It is only for self-defense and I hope that I won’t be using it for as long as I can.
• Household Chore Pouch – A pouch that holds the necessities of completing household chores. It is involved with magic. (RP Reasons)
• Healing Pouch – A pouch that holds the necessities of healing. It is heavily involved with magic. (RP Reasons)
History:
You ask for my past? The stories that I have never told? Well, I shall grant your wishes and provide you with the stories of my past, the ones that have hidden in the back of my mind and has never exposed to anyone before. You are the first and I welcome you to the past, my friend.
It was a dark, windy night in the grand house of the Melroru household. The Melrorus were known to be brilliant fighters, noble businessmen, and intelligent tacticians and were expected to be the best of the best, strongest of the strongest. They were expected to fight lions and bears without fear nor armor and defeat monsters without breaking a single sweat. This was my family. And that night, a girl was born. She was a puny, pretty fellow and her eyes gleamed of intelligence and love. Unlike other babies, her eyes were not filled with tears of a firstborn, instead, she was laughing and swaying her tiny, little arms around as she explored the new world with her own personal eyes. The girl, if born in any other family hood, would have been considered a miracle, a special firstborn indeed. However, this was not the case for the Melroru household. Apparently, Greakna Melrorus was not fond of having a little girl such as I. My father, his eyes looked down with disappointment when I was born and his face coiled with disgust as he walked out of the room that I was born in. Still, I was clueless as to why my father was had not welcomed me and cuddled me in his warm arms at such a young age. Instead, all I could do was watch as my mother looked at me in pity while waving my legs and arms around.
At the age of four, I realized why my father neglected me. He was a strong, brave soldier, a veteran that had served the country for years and years and obtained much wealth and glory from his experience and conquests. I was, of course, treated like the daughter of noblemen and given the greatest of clothes and the best toys. However, I felt out of place. I was a lonely yet beautiful young white-haired girl and no one seemed to make eye contact with me except my own mother who has been often beaten by father for reasons unknown to me back then. Life was just a black, useless hole at that time. And then, that was when my mother gave birth to a son, my younger brother, Ciren Melroru. He came out silent with a face that lacked any sort of noticeable emotion. Indeed, this baby was the opposite of me when I was born.
However, unlike me, father had cuddled the male baby in his arms and kissed his forehead in delight while the baby stared blankly at him without any sort of response. I, of course, did not understand back then but I did not do anything as I was told to remains silent and stay obedient. This was the first scenario in which I experienced sexism in this family. After that occasion, mother and father never argued. Perhaps the new baby had given them new joy that they had never found with me, I shall never find out.
A few years had passed. When I was 14 and when Ciren was 10, we developed a great relationship. He was the person that I was to look after and support. Even though I am his older sister, my duty was not to be educated and train for combat, instead, I was to clean after him, cook for him, and serve him while playing with him. My life was pretty much devoted to him. Even though father and mother spoiled him, he loved to play with me, teaching me all sorts of puzzles and new things that I couldn’t learn due to the fact that I was someone from a feminine gender. During this time, I mastered my duty, learning the ways of a maid and a waitress, knowing how to serve and how to treat others with respect and honesty. It was ironic really… Perhaps it was fate? That sure was a word used commonly in my family. As a baby, I had been active, yet now, I was changed into someone that remained silent, calm and obeyed without question with a face of respect. However, while Ciren was a baby, he had been cold and emotionless, yet now, he was an active, popular kid around these areas. Our roles were switched but I didn’t mind. I loved him and he loved me for who I am. He was my only friend and my brother.
Finally, at the age of 15, I began my medical training, as my father’s mood seemed to be increasing and increasing ever since Ciren’s growth. His birth had been helpful to the family and I sure didn’t mind washing his clothes and cooking for him. Soon, at the age of 20, I have mastered the art of medicine and service while Ciren has mastered the art of knowledge and combat. He was 16 and he had become an attractive, young man. It was time for him to move out and become a great general. He no longer needed me by his side. Instead, he was to go and find a lover that could serve him. I was no longer suitable for this job. Even though we were separated, our bond still remains. However, I was to go out and find someone new to serve, someone that was willing to take me in and pay my household for my services… And this is when the story begins.