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 Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 8:02 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 11:11 am
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Arithyl's Profile
 Name: Arithyl
Meaning: Royal Moon (Elvish; Arithil correct spelling.)
Gender: Male
Generation: First
Stage: Adult (Stallion)
Past Stage Images: N/A
Acquired: Spring Event 2008 Paid Raffle ( 05/18/08 )
Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Mate: N/A
Children: N/A
Personality:
Arithyl is very unlike most other Unicorns, he could heal and what not, that was all normal. Then the oddities began, Arithyl had two personalities, a.k.a. Split Personality Disorder (SPD).
[RP'd by Arashi] His slightly more dominant personality was, in a word: Regal. With a capital R. Even his movements were graceful and set him apart from the other Stallions. He didn't mind though, he had always been this way. Arithyl (Ari to those closest to him) has been perceived as aloof and uptight by other Soquili. He hadn't meant to be though, it was usually some deeper instinct that took over for him and supplied the royal responses...something that made him strive to be better.
At times, he doesn't know how to act or treat any other Soquili, and thus falls back on his regal personality. Though most of the time it's with Mares, it does happen with Stallions as well. Underneath it all, he is still regal and majestic, however, there's a soft and tender spot as well.
[RP'd by MMP] Arithyl's second personality was a different story entirely. Preferring to be called Lyle, he was a complete flirt. Any mare that was pretty and moved would usually be hit on. He had what some would call a 'rock star' mentality. He loved to stay up late (even if he was doing nothing), he thought he was one of the best looking stallions around (of course), and as stated before he would hit on anything that moved. One surprising thing was that underneath all of his flirtations and cockiness he was actually incredibly smart. The stallion just chose not to display that aspect of his personality quite as openly as the others.
Lyle was also kind, for all of his cheesy pick up lines and advances he made he would never ever do anything that would actually harm another soquili or human, he was a Unicorn after all, albeit a Unicorn with just barely average healing abilities, but still a Unicorn. He just didn't think he could ever get mad enough to truly become violent with someone, verbally or physically.
Past:
Other: Co-Owned with MarshMallowPanda, smaller Co-Owner profile can be found within that post.
Available for RP? Yes.
Available for mating? Yes (tentatively).
Rping Color: Arashi: BlueViolet; MMP: Dark Orchid.
~~~ Important Soquili~~~ ~~~ Breeding Tracker~~~ Arithyl and MistiFeb 2010
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:28 pm
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~~~ Aleera's Profile~~~
Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Generation: First
Stage: Adult
Past Stage Images: Basket | Filly | Mare
Acquired: September 7th, 2008 [King's August Customs~]
Birthday: September 7th
Parents: ??? [NIS] x ??? [NIS]
Siblings: N/A
Personality:
Despite the fact she is, indeed, soft-hearted, there's also a fire that burns even brighter than the stone around her neck. This fire, her inner determination (and sometimes sheer stubbornness) has guided her to walk her own path instead of the path her family and the herd pushed her along her young life.
Aleera is not ill-tempered, but that does not mean she would not fight for any being needing help. The dividing line is that she does not go out of her way to hurt someone, though giving a brute a couple well aimed kicks or quips isn't beneath her--it all depends on the situation.
Past:
Aleera comes from a large herd of pure Winds (or Wind/Angeni crosses, but no other); proud and noble, with some family lines having the benefit of being Angeni-blessed. As such, she is expected to ultimately conform to her herd's ways and be - for better or worse - content with her life among them. This isn't gender-specific, even the males are expected to mate with pure Winds or Angeni.
While not exactly openly rebellious, Aleera found no comfort or satisfaction with her little lot within the herd. Her father even shunned playing with non-Wind or Angeni soquili. So much so, that he flew into a rare fit of rage and sliced his hooves across her face at one point after catching her playing with a flutter, and she carries the scar to prove it. She still loves her father, despite his complete mulishness upon these particular subjects.
Upon coming to resolve herself that once, and simply once, she would "do her duty" to her family and herd and find a Wind mate to carry her lineage and make her family proud, and then she would blaze her own path and find a mate perfectly suited to herself--be it Wind, Angeni, Unicorn, or otherwise.
Thus far, she has found her one-time mate, Al'ar, and was blessed with three baskets with him. Ciro, Talfryn, and Adelis she is proud to be mother to, and taught them all she could, even going so far as to at least take Adelis back to her herd so they would be content, knowing she had "conformed". What farce it may be if she should come back with a mate not of Wind or Angeni lineage!
Other:
Available for RP? Yes~
Rping Color: #8A7ECF
~~~ Role-Play History~~~ Dangers in the Night[ Persephonix x Aleera ] Ascent from the Dark[ Reject x Aleera ] * More or less a semi-recycled opener from above; I simply loved it too much to let it go to waste. Within Storms[ Persephonix x Aleera ]
~~~Important Soquili~~~
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 12:44 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 12:45 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 12:46 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 12:48 am
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~~~ Baellian's Profile~~~
Name: Baellian
Gender: Male
Generation: First
Stage: Adult
Past Stage Images: Basket | Colt | Stallion
Acquired: November 8th, 2010.
Birthday: ...
Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Personality:
Pre-Capture
Baellian was a confident, if secluded individual. Proud of himself and his work, but not to the point of being overbearing. As a colt, he had been a laid-back but intelligent individual that spent countless hours exploring and finding new and interesting ways to get in and out of situations and areas that were otherwise inexplorable. Perhaps a bit wary, made all the more distinct by his time as a Guardian, Baellian is...perhaps not the softest individual ever encountered, but he'd nowhere near the hardest, either.
Capture
Constantly wracked by pain, Baellian was something akin to Prometheus. The Darkmoon Carnivale's "Doctor" stole his kidney, every show, every time they shimmered into "reality". He then experienced the pain of a new kidney forming, and the incision knitting itself back together, nerve endings sending off spikes of pain as they reformed as the muscle healed and the wound sealed. This regrowth was made possible by the eerie stasis the Carnivale held. Magic upon magic, and weaves within weaves. The magic of the Carnivale also prolonged their lives. While this might make it sound like everyone - victims and captors alike - would go insane from their potential "immortality", this really wasn't the case. Those that were, were insane before. Or at the very least, unsound. Their choices paved the way to insanity. Though often delirious, Baellian's mind did not slip to complete darkness.
As a result, however, Baellian found himself reverting to a more...animalistic behaviour. His reactions were ultimately based upon the Fight or Flight response, and most often, he chose to fight.
Post-Capture
Even more wary than before, Baellian lives with a partially healed body. This will heal over time, but the stain and stitches are permanently part of his body. Some of the magic from the Carnivale still exists, which causes the wound to close very, very slowly. He'll be rather weak for a while in comparison to his former physical self...as well as his mental self. While he didn't go insane, he was driven to the brink of it frequently. He's not the most stable right now, and I plan to have him cross the boundary, at least temporarily.
As Time Passes...
TBA. This comes through RP.
Past: Baellian was, a long time ago, the Guardian of the Northern Icelands of the Cerynei herd. It was an important, honourable...but fairly lonely position. There were only a few Cerynei with him at any given time, and they had large areas to patrol, to keep safe and protected--no matter the cost. As such, instead of the laid-back, somewhat mellow colt he had been, he grew distant. Though not cold or intolerable by any manner of means, he knew his job and took pride in the fact he had been selected as a Guardian.
A great many strange and dangerous happenings occurred in the land they guarded. They guarded to keep them out, to keep their herd safe. They were hand-picked, whether it was for the potential they displayed; coat colour, aptitude, or just a knowing feeling by the elders. It was never absolutely certain what drove them to choose. They just had to become good at what they did, and do it fast.
He knew how to fight.
He knew how to kill if he needed to.
He knew how to survive.
Over the few years he'd been molded to what he became, he'd many chances to prove himself. To test and push himself beyond normal limits. He'd gotten hurt, but he made it out.
Baellian's self-confidence grew as he did, perhaps he became a bit too confident. Perhaps the trap had just been too well-laid for him to have seen it, regardless of the direction he'd been travelling in.
Either way, the trap was sprung. A quick tussle and Baellian found himself on the losing side. Carted up and back they went. Baellian was kept drugged and sedated the entire way. By the time the site of the scrap was happened upon, new snow had blown in and over, erasing all evidence. Baellian, for all wants and intents of the Cerynei minds, was either dead or a deserter.
Upon his arrival at the Carnivale, his antlers were the first things to go, cauterized much the same as cows are, present-day, to keep them from regrowing. Only partially drugged and coming out of it, it was his first trip to the brink of insanity.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, millenia...an eternity...it all blurred together for him. Thankfully so.
Baellian was kept partially enthralled, though sometimes managed to break out of it at certain times. In his weakened state, however, he was subdued much, much easier than his first capture.
Constantly wracked by pain, Baellian was something akin to Prometheus, who had his liver eaten by an eagle during the day, only to have it regrow at night.
The Darkmoon Carnivale's "Doctor" stole his kidney, every show, every time they shimmered into "reality". He then experienced the pain of a new kidney forming, and the incision knitting itself back together, nerve endings sending off spikes of pain as they reformed as the muscle healed and the wound sealed. This regrowth was made possible by the eerie stasis the Carnivale held. Magic upon magic, and weaves within weaves. The magic of the Carnivale also prolonged their lives. While this might make it sound like everyone - victims and captors alike - would go insane from their potential "immortality", this really wasn't the case. Those that were, were insane before. Or at the very least, unsound. Their choices paved the way to insanity. Though often delirious, Baellian's mind did not slip to complete darkness.
This lasted countless years--from the earlier days of the Cerynei's proud herd, through their dispersal into the Soquili lands, back to their homeland...and through their final exile by fire. But, at one time, the opportunity arose to let him escape. Blood around the moon caused the Bat-Walker's bindings to weaken and snap, and so caused his and every other victim's to, as well. Amidst the chaos, Baellian somehow drove himself as far away from the Carnivale as he could, and collapsed partially in a river just as he reached the opposite bank. Far enough away from the Carnivale that he wouldn't be part of it come the end of the Blood Moon, and partially protected by the river's strength and purity...for the first time in a long, long while...Baellian knew freedom once more.
So far, he has been regaining his strength and health once again, though he cannot drive the nightmarish hell from his mind. He has no idea that the Cerynei lands have been burnt to a husk, no clue that he has outlived his immediate family and friends through the magics of the Carnivale. He's attempted to get farther and farther away, driven by his fear of capture...and once again putting his dulled skills at survival to use. He exists in a fragile state, but attempts to find his way back home...though he has no clue how or even where he is in proximity to the lands he so adored.
Other: I want him to meet a Cerynei that knows of the homeland's demise, to tell him, instead of an outside source that he would just scoff at. This will cause a period of insanity; the Carnivale could not break him, but the simple truth of his home's death while he wasn't there to protect it - even if he couldn't have done anything himself to save it - is more than enough to cause him to lose his way. I'll also need someone to help him out of it.
Available for RP? Yes!
Rping Color:
~~~Role-Play History~~~
~~~Important Soquili~~~
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 12:48 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 12:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 2:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 9:23 am
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