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 Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 12:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 12:31 pm
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Name: Baron Samedi
Sex: male
Parents:
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Temper: Hedonistic
Lifemate: Brigitte (unofficial)
Breed: VoDou Loa
Familiar: none
Herd: none
Colorist: Sabin Duvert
Co-Owner: none
Obtained: Gift from Sabin! (staff credits)
Sig Image:
Roleplay Color: #68228B
Personality: The Baron, despite this outwardly morbid appearance, is a disarmingly charming character. Exceedingly hedonistic, he loves mares, smoking, and drinking. He's easily distractable, avoids any kind of responsibility, and isn't at all morally bothered by tricking or lying to others to get want he wants.
History: Baron and his wife, Brigitte, came to the Soquili from a place they call 'the Islands;' intent to discover and make their mark on this new world. However, they quickly lost track of each other somehow- neither of them will speak of how or why. He travels around the Soquili lands, slowly and vaguely looking for his long-lost mate, Brigitte, but in intent on having a good time along the way.
Breeding One: Forza
Children: Algernon, Baron Ogoun, Moto Moji
Breeding Two: Reserved for Blind Mag
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Breeding Three: Reserved for Kitten
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Breeding Four: Reserved for Brigitte
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 12:33 pm
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Name: Borealis
Sex: male
Parents:
Temper: mysterious
Lifemate:
Breed: Aurora Borealis
Familiar: none
Herd: none
Colorist: Sirenz
Co-Owner: none (no longer co-owned)
Obtained: gift heart
Sig Image:
Roleplay Color: darkmagenta
Personality: Quiet and mysterious. Borealis is stand-offish, shy, and even rumored to a be mute. In realty, he can speak just fine, just since he moved down from his homelands in the north, has not spoken to a soul. His eyes are haunted, like he’s harboring a deep secret, but has yet to tell anyone what it is.
History: Not too much is known about Borealis. He was born and raised in the snowy north, and at some point fled to the Southlands. One may speculate it had to do with some great tragedy in his life, as since he has come to the Kawani lands, he’s been alone and will not speak of his home.
Breeding One: Midnight Whisper - Master CC Listing
Children:
Breeding Two: -closed-
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Breeding Three: -closed-
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Breeding Four: -closed-
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 12:40 pm
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Name: Cayden
Sex: male
Parents: Fianna x Einar
Siblings: Lachlan, Garet
Temper: Restless
Lifemate: none
Breed: 3rd Gen
Familiar: Skooma, a lizard he collected in a far-off land
Herd: none
Colorist: Ririka
Co-Owner: none
Obtained: Breeding
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Roleplay Color: #EE7600
Personality: Cayden is adventurous and loves thrills and the rush of adrenaline. This makes him a bit careless, and very restless, never liking to stay in one place for too long. His father's traveler's blood runs strong in him and he loves to see new places and dabble in trading. He's especially fond of exotic scents, spices, and clothing. He can be a bit of a flirt, but don't expect anything long term out of him!
History: Cayden is one of the foals of Fianna and Einar. When Fianna left home to find her father, she had built up in her mind this grand, charismatic adventurer who was off doing Important Things. Who had a reason for not staying with her mother when she and her sisters arrived. However, when she finally found her father, she found a young stallion, who was hardly more mature than herself. He was also just a lost soquili out looking for HIS father. The irony was bitter to Fianna, and fueled her anger - at her father - at who he should have been. Before the long-lost renunion could last more than a few moments or let him talk, Fianna left in a flurry of anger, leaving Ethan (and Dae'Ruil - her companion throughout her search for her father) in the dust. Shortly afterwards, she found Einar. He was EVERYTHING that she wanted her father to be. He looked a little like him (with his horns and brownish coat), but he was charismatic, suave - an worldly traveler on a quest. And in her pain and anger, she fell HARD for him. But the worldly traveler just saw Fianna as a lovely diversion on his travels, and within a day or two, he was off again, leaving Fianna truly alone - she didn't even know where Dae'Ruil was anymore. And... as she found out in the weeks that followed... pregnant.
Breeding One: OPEN
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Breeding Two: OPEN
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Breeding Three: OPEN
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Breeding Four: OPEN
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 12:44 pm
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Name: Dyson Graves
Sex: male
Parents: unknown
Siblings: unknown
Temper: Dogmatic
Lifemate: none
Breed: Mutant Kalona - OC Cosplay - Dyson Graves
Familiar: Habeveccio
Herd: none
Colorist: merangue
Co-Owner: Sabin Duvert
Obtained: Bribe
Sig Image: here
Roleplay Color: Maroon
Personality: Every bit of Dyson Graves oozes confidence and prowess: from his rippling, bull-like physique to his deliberate gait. Dyson's demeanor commands respect and authority. Not the mad beast that some kalona are depicted as, Dyson is all about control. He has a way with words, every bit the silver-tongued devil, and ebbing an almost supernatural magnetism. He knows how to get what he wants, and damn the consequences to others.
History: Dyson hails from the homelands of the Kalona - a truly hellish place to any but the kalonas themselves. However, Dyson was uninterested in the complicated politics and power-struggles of his homelands, and instead prefers to be more in control of his life and be the proverbial big fish among minnows in the Kawani lands where he can command authority and power. Dyson has a son, Ethan, by Rosemary a pretty young mare who was new to the lands. Dyson does not know about Ethan's existence.
Dyson later seduced a pretty young fluttercorn named Arcana - but has no idea that their coupling led to foals - Dyson believes that his blood is too pure to produce children with any but other Kalona. Update 6/30: Dyson has bred, voluntarily and knowingly for once, with Masquerade, a beautiful and spunky kalona he deemed 'worthy' for creating foals with.
Custom Breeding: Rosemary
Children: Ethan
Breeding One: Arcana
Children: Lycaenidae, Diogenes, Grimoire
Breeding Two: Masquerade
Children:: Deception, Asphodel, Bathory
Breeding Three: OPEN
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:15 pm
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Name: Heinrich von Coren
Sex: male
Parents: unknown
Siblings: Countless
Temper: misanthropic
Lifemate: Brunhilde
Breed: Cosplay - Wolpertinger (World of Warcraft)
Familiar: none
Herd: none
Colorist: mindsend
Co-Owner: none
Obtained: WoW Cookoff Event
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Roleplay Color: #8B7765
Personality: VonCoren feels like an outsider. He never asked to be transformed into a Soquili, and still considers himself a Wolpertinger. He thinks Soquili are awkward, lumbering, and stupid; he's bitter about his new lot in life and doesn't seem interested in making any connections with his new brethren.
History: Consciousness slowly drifted back to him. How long had he been out? What happened? He blinked a few times, squinting in the harsh light. vonCoren tried to take a deep breath, but inhaled a bit of dust instead. It burned his nostrils and caused him to cough. Of everything, funnily enough, it was the sound of his cough that made vonCoren realize something was wrong. The sound was a deep, shaking rumbling; not a cute little scratchy cough like it should have been. What was happening? Why was he so sore. Why did he feel so heavy and broken?
He tried opening his eyes again, blinking into the light and wincing as his vision adjusted to the hard light of day.
Now what happened?
He tried to clear his head and remember. There was a festival going on… some kind of grand event. Silly little Wolpertingers like himself were hopeless drawn to large drunken crowds. There was always so much to eat drink. Festivals were the best. Tons of discarded faire food everywhere. And more… yes… he had stumbled across a stash of pet biscuits. Beautiful, wonderful, starchy heaven… left unguarded and just there for the taking.
The things was… despite how small and fluffy they were, Wolpertingers were notoriously bad at controlling themselves. There was no need for vonCoren to eat virtually the whole barrel of biscuits. He wasn’t starving. He didn’t have a little Wolpertinger family to take care of. He wasn’t even that hungry. But there he sat, for who knew how long, just eating. Of course once he had finished nearly the whole barrel – quite a feat for something his size – he had meant to scurry away before being caught…
…but something had happened. He felt sick and dizzy. Perhaps not too surprising considering he just ate over ten times his body weight in biscuits, but he couldn’t hardly sit up straight, much less hop away. He saw stars in his vision and then… blackness.
That left him here… the empty barrel was discarded off to the side – but why did it look so small?
He rolled over, trying to get to his feet. Looking down, vonCoren was shocked to see hooves instead of his adorable little bunny paws. He jerked back, instinctively moving onto all fours, wobbly steadying himself at the sudden change in height. He was a dizzy – he had never been this high up before – what was happening? He looked back down at the heavy hooves that now replaced his feet. He took a tentative step. His whole body felt so alien and strange – heavy and uncoordinated. Like he was on stilts. Why was he like this? Like a horse?! He shook his head in disbelief and felt the light slap of his long Wolpertinger ears against his face. His ears! Oh thanks the heavens he still had his ears! He looked back. Wings, too. So he wasn’t just changed into a horse… he was some kind of a horse like Wolpertinger… creature.
Perhaps festival food wasn’t all it was cracked up to be after all. He certainly didn’t want to get caught like this – they might try to put a saddle on him or something! No… no for now he would just find a quiet a cool place to rest, and wait until this silly spell wore off.
Breeding One: Edana Hatetalon - Master CC Listing
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Breeding Two: OPEN
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Breeding Three: OPEN
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Breeding Four: OPEN
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Breeding Five: OPEN
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:16 pm
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Name: Jekyll Hyde
Sex: male
Parents:
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Temper: Predatory & Ego Centric
Lifemate: none
Breed: Cosply - Edward Hyde (The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde)
Familiar: Poole
Herd: none
Colorist: Sabin Duvert
Co-Owner: Sabin Duvert
Obtained: gift/staff credits
Sig Image: [x]
Roleplay Color: #998888
Personality: Hyde is the personification of pure, unleashed ego without remorse. He acts on desire, taking what he wants, and damn the consequences or anyone who might get in his way. He has no reservations about resorting to violence. In fact, he derives a sick pleasure from it. He is a wicked, twisted beast of desire born from years of repression and set free to live out every sick, repressed fantasy.
History: Hyde was not always Hyde. Once, he was the meekest, most repressed stallion that went by Jekyll, a soquili from across the ocean. He was an altruistic soquili who helped others in need. The way he was raised and his own neurotic personality dictated that he could never act on selfish desires. He couldn't pursue mares, he couldn't stand up for himself or others in a physical conflict. He viewed such things as "impure" or "base". And, it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him that he would have violent dreams or other thoughts about the things that he wanted to do but never had the nerve to act upon.
The breaking point came when Jekyll decided to try to find a way to banish these horrible thoughts and desires. He wanted to be good and wholesome, and he felt that the thoughts he had was a veritable stain on his soul. Jekyll was well versed in the use of various kinds of herbs. Some to calm the nerves, some to help one sleep. Jekyll took what he knew and started to self-diagnose. Whenever he would have a disturbing throught or dream he would begin to use these herbs to help him repress these thoughts. It worked, for a time. He went about his work, but relied more and more heavily on them. When a lovely young mare began work alongside him, however, his secret thoughts became more difficult to repress. Jekyll, in desperation, ate a great deal of the herbs... and blacked out.
What he eventually learned was that all that repression and herbdrug use had fractured him. The repressed feelings bubbled forth into a new personality that adopted the name Hyde. It was a new way of seeing the world free of all of that burdensome guilt and self-hatred. Jekyll's "fits" came more and more often, and eventually, in order to protect those that he cared about, he boarded a ship that would take him far, far away.
Breeding One: Bloody Mary
Children: Lydia Hyde, Obsidian Spector, Tezcacoatl Tanis
Breeding Two: Reserved for Bess (all owners involved)
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Breeding Three: OPEN
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Breeding Four: - co-owner's discretion -
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:21 pm
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Name: Quetzalcoatl, Angeni of Immortality
Sex: male
Parents:
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Temper: Extravagant
Lifemate: none
Breed: Central American God - Quetzalcoal
Familiar: Huitzilopochtli
Herd: none
Colorist: merangue
Co-Owner: Sabin Duvert
Obtained: Bribe
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Roleplay Color: dodgerblue
Personality: Quetzalcoatl is extravagant, showy, and possesses a huge force of personality. He expects respect from others, feeling entitled to praise if not abject worship. While he is a bit of a fish out water in the Kawani lands, he expects others to bend to his desires and needs as opposed to the other way around. However, to those who admire him, he can be a benevolent Angeni, though may ask for displays of loyalty.
History: Quetzalcoatl hails from the Central America jungles, where the Mayan and Aztec tribes built huge pyramids. However, while Quetzalcoatl thrived there, and was even worshipped by some of the people there, a scourge came to the land in the form of foreigners on ships from across the ocean. They slaughtered the people and pillaged the land of its wealth. He tried to stay, help the soquili there, and defend the people, but in the end, it was a losing battle and Quetzalcoal moved North to where he heard that the soquili were still plentiful, and the people still had freedom.
Breeding One: Brigitte
Children: Xibalba, Cihuacoatl
Breeding Two: Brigitte
Children:: Oyoac, Mixchatl, Obeah
Breeding Three: Reserved for Alejandra - Agreement
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Breeding Four: OPEN
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:45 pm
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Name: Mabon, The Autumn King
Sex: male
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Temper: Majestic
Lifemate: none
Breed: Flutter-Cerynei
Familiar: Equinox
Herd: none
Colorist: Sirenz, based on a plushie design by Sabin
Co-Owner: Sabin Duvert
Obtained: IRL Custom
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Roleplay Color: #995500
Personality: Mabon sees himself as a veritable avatar of the autumn season. The herd he was raised in saw his arrival as a powerful portent and have honored him as such. Thus, he has never doubted his sense of self-importance. He leads his herd during the autumn months.
Mabon claims that his prolonged presence in an area can cause the leaves to change.
History: Mabon was born to a flutter herd on the autumn solstice, and was named in its honor. His herd took his arrival as a portent of recognition and validation from the spirits themselves. The herd that Mabon was born to were a mercurial and very fey-like group of Soquili who move with the changing weather, passing leadership amongst them as the seasons change. It only stood to reason that during the autumn months, Mabon took charge of the herd.
It was actually his father that was the member of the herd, and the Autumn king before him, bearing the same turning-leaf wings that he possesses. He mated with a doe-eyed mare that they encountered during their roaming (a cerynei, though he did not know of their breed beyond the doe herself). Thus, it was a surprise to his whole heard when, upon reaching adolescence, Mabon grew proud antlers, strengthening the already obvious connection with autumn.
Like the other seasonal leaders of his herd, he has taken on a companion and familiar. His, a crow named Equinox.
Breeding One: Reserved for Adora Hatetalon
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Breeding Two: OPEN
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Breeding Three: OPEN
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 2:04 pm
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Name: Ryujin
Sex: male
Parents:
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Temper: Commanding
Lifemate:
Breed: Half-Kalona - Asian Dragon
Familiar: none
Herd: none
Colorist: merangue
Co-Owner: Sabin Duvert
Obtained: Gift from Sabin
Sig Image:
Roleplay Color: orange
Personality: Ryujin is a proud beast. While he is part kalona, the demon-blood comes through in the form of a commanding, scrutinizing personality with an easily-roused temper more so than being truly evil. He does not like being talked back to or anyone deigning to tell him what to do. If Ryujin is treated with the respect that he feels he deserves, then he can even be gracious. He is conceited, blunt, and courageous, but very critical of others. He is a soquili of action moreso than words, and because of that he can jump to rash decisions before necessarily thinking them through.
History: Ryujin hails from a land nearly on the other side of the world from the Kawani people. This land of Japan has been closed off to the world for generations, and Ryujin as well as a few other representatives from this distant land set off to explore the wider world. He and the others had rather disparate motivations for setting out, and most have split ways since their arrival in this new world to see what the barbaric soquili of this new land are like.
Breeding One: Tisiphone
Children: Drakaina, Sybaris, Lamia
Breeding Two:
Children:: OPEN
Breeding Three:
Children:: -co-owner's discretion-
Breeding Four:
Children:: -co-owner's discretion-
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