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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 4:50 pm
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Fée Marraine (Roleplay Log):
On-going:
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Dead/Abandoned:
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'Ano'i (Roleplay Log):On-going:['Ano'i & Kaya Awa] *self Dead/Abandoned:---
Kaya Awa (Roleplay Log):On-going:[Kaya Awa & 'Ano'i] *self Dead/Abandoned:---
Colby (Roleplay Log):
On-going:
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Dead/Abandoned:
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Hoar Frost (Roleplay Log):
On-going:
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Dead/Abandoned:
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Malumë (Roleplay Log):On-going:[Malumë] *solo log Dead/Abandoned:---
Yanisin (Roleplay Log):On-going:[Lalaith & Yanisin]Dead/Abandoned:--- |
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 5:11 pm
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Name: Ahote
- Meaning: Restless one
Temper: Erudite
Age: Adult; middle-years.
Relationship Status: None...yet. (Promised to Cheer).
Ahote has been alone for a long... long time.
He's essentially a hermit, always on the move, never staying in one place for any length of time- he feels most free when flying, at altitudes most Soquili can never hope to reach. (His large size and thick coat allow him increased tolerance to colder climates; he often sticks to mountainous regions due to their seclusion and preferential atmosphere.)
He is a stallion of few words. Those he utters are thoughtful, provocative... indicative of a deeper understanding of life's mysteries than one would first assume him to be. He does not show everyone this side of him; often he is percieved as a dull loner, and he does not mind this- it keeps distortion and deception away.
He sees no reason to conform to society's etiquette- why utter flowery, meaningless phrases (even outright lies) in the hopes of capturing another's attention?
He is kind at heart, and could not turn away from a creature in need. (He waits for true need to appear, seeking neither to help those who are not in need of assistance nor create a situation in which he may serve as a savior- he doesn't do it to feel any better about himself; in truth, he often withdraws in quiet contemplation after a confrontation, brooding over the state of the world.) His altruism leads him to confrontation for the sake of other's that he would avoid were it only for his own well-being. Though he may help out when needed, he slips away after the deed is done, preferring to leave before the would-be-victim can look to him for anything other than safety.
If pressed, he may admit that he is merely seeking to avoid attachment, disappointment, abandonment - what if that sweet mare's simpering mannerisms are naught but a veneer for a spiteful hellion? What if he turns out to be not what they need, not what they're looking for- and he is left alone again, forsaken, sore and aching from a broken heart?
... why open up if it leads only to suffering?
He has never let anyone close enough to feel anything but passing duty.
His strict code of honor sets him apart from many frivolous stallions. Eternally loyal, if his friendship/affections are won, he would never turn away.
This may lead him, in time, to become attached beyond the extent of his companion's affections. Only, only, if he allows himself to see her as she is.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 10:36 pm
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Name: Awendela
- Meaning: Morning
Temper: Solace
Age: Young Adult.
Relationship Status: None.
This benevolent mare is a natural sedative; calming and serene, she offers solace to even the most erratic of Soquili. Her speech and mannerisms are soothing, her temperament docile.
Cool tones, shades of an early morning sky, grace her slender frame. She is fragile, for all her enduring spirit.
Her healing abilities are minute at best. Her body is not meant to be a vessel for such ethereal blessings, her blood less pure.
Mending even minor scratches leaves her somewhat fatigued... the strain of larger efforts could render her helpless for many moons. Even with this foreboding knowledge, she would not hesitate to sacrifice her own safety to lend aid to one in need.
She must learn to control her healing efforts, to give a little less of herself in the healing process. She has little control over what little gift she posesses.
As she matures, she will develop into a refined being renowned for her altruism.
She cares not for praise and false flattery; a simple "Thankyou," even if left unspoken, is more than enough. She does not help others for personal gain, nor of any divine sense of duty... it simply comes naturally to her.
Her mane and tail are long and unshorn, left to fall as they will. A young maiden of the Kawani village once offered to braid her long locks, as a gift to this sweet mare. The braid has since become rather disheveled. Perhaps, were she to pass through a two-legged village or happen across a dexterous raccoon, her braid would return... for now, Nature's whim determines her appearance.
She is not a vain creature, and goes to no great lengths to maintain her appearance, though she does ensure her continued health through cleanliness.
Future:
As a young mare, she wandered freely, gaining experience and wisdom. As she grew, she began to recognize the prudence of a stationary existence. If those in need knew where to find her... perhaps she could more readily offer her aid? It was not long before she realized that those who need help may not be capable of traveling even a short distance to find the assistance they so desperately need... She took to traveling once more, adopting a seasonal route that would allow those who knew it to find her while increasing the chance of a chance encounter with those who do not.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 8:00 pm
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Name: 'Ano'i
- Meaning: Desire; Desired one; Beloved (Hawaiian)
Temper: Illuminating
Age: Adult.
Relationship Status: Working something out?
'Ano'i was born on a small tropical island just off the main Kawani lands. He was raised to be good, and kind, and strong. His purity of spirit drew others to him, a natural charisma born of genuine good will. He was considered a handsome colt, and though the attention of the fillies baffled him he took it all in good stride.
As he grew, stories of the mainland trickled into his sheltered life on the small island. Valiant steeds clashing with monstrous beings that prowled as beast and Soquili alike, breeds henceforth unknown coming to light amidst sandstorms and the failing of magical borders, cold white powder falling from the skies and turning into the purest of rivers... Curiosity spurned his desire to explore these lands for himself- could the stories be true? If there was truth to the tales, could he be a part of one?
Though he would miss his large family dearly, he set off with all the good-natured optimism of youth. He waded into the great water that separated his home from the unknown, and with great kicks propelled himself through the water.
... and he kicked, and kicked, and kicked...
... and swam.
... and swam.
.... and swam....
... until, finally, nearing exhaustion, he dragged himself onto the sandy shore... and wondered how, exactly, he planned on surviving in these strange lands... and then a seagull flew overhead and he forgot his worries and let his spirits sore.
After all, as long as he could find fresh water and something to eat, nothing could go wrong! ... Right?
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 8:01 pm
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Name: Kaya Awa *
- Meaning: Pure River
Temper: Preoccupied
Age: Adult.
Relationship Status: 4/4 breedings unused.
Have you ever seen waters so pure that you can see clear to the bottom... even though that river-bottom is many lengths deep? Water so pure that you have to look twice to catch the movement, to see that the water is there and it's not just thin air? Water so pure your eyes ache if you gaze upon them for too long?
... Kaya Awa's mother had seen waters such as these once, and she gifted her middle-born child with the name Pure River to serve as a reminder of its beauty. Her mate had named the first-born son after himself, and the youngest was called Orchid after the graceful flower that the filly so resembled.
Kaya Awa grew under the weight of that name, not a mere nod to his heritage or a pretty word... but a reminder, a memory, a vision of purity so rare that even those who actively sought it had only seen it once.
He was a rather peculiar foal, preoccupied with thoughtful escapades while his peers stumbled through very real adventures. He'd found that his true joy was in puzzling things through, not claiming land (small hills, mostly) or scaling the social ladder.
His father was dismayed at the middle-son's eccentric mind-wanderings, but prided himself in the eldest son's stamina and courage. Orchid was the pride and joy of the family...
Until she was taken from them by a cruel accident.
Wrought with grief, his mother passed away 3 months after her daughter had abandoned her for the great Pasture in the sky. Her last words had been a warning- "Pure waters run through the lands, sullying themselves with silt and debris until they are no longer what they once were."
The meaning was clear to Kaya Awa: as he drudged through life, he would be tainted by the ills of the world and transformed... however, was he so pure to begin with? Was change to be feared? But how may one grow without change?
Perhaps, if he could find those pure waters... a single place in all the lands where the water ran clear and true... that sight would inspire his answer.
He has since parted ways with his father and older brother, seeking his namesake in his travels.
A Wish upon a Star.... (Safekeeping)
What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? Two feathers, to symbolize two hearts grown distant with time.
Short IC Response: What does you soquili ask/tell the wishing star when he or she comes to ask to find their relative?
Kaya Awa lingered at the outskirts of the gathering, feeling much like a fool. So many had longed for so many years for their family, and he... he had left his. He'd always been closest to his mother, and with her passing the bonds he shared with his brother and... father... had been insufficient to hold him to their family home. He had left, in search of his namesake Pure River, that elusive and tantalizing vision his mother had shared with him so clearly...
And Orchid... little Orchid... the pride and joy of the family, his little sister, lost far too young... her passing had directly impacted his mother's health, and soon the bright females were gone leaving only the dark and dismal grieving stallions. Who could ever have expected them to remain a family, wrought with such sorrow? The bond between brothers had been one of mutual admiration of the little filly who had come so breath-takingly into their lives, a tie of pride and brotherly love for not each other but for her... replaced by mutual disappointment and self-deprecation at being unable to save their beloved. ...and Father... well. Father had always liked Kaya Awa's older brother more. Call it old-fashioned, but the first-born always had a special place in their sire's heart far above the mother's second-dearest (her first-dearest being, of course, little Orchid).
Kaya Awa's eyes were filled with pain, though he tried to keep his expression as neutral as he could.
Orchid... Mother... I miss you so much.... And yet no amount of wishing would bring them back.
He took a deep, steadying breath, and moved forwards, unprepared for the offering as he had not intended to volunteer his own desires to the great star.
He had only himself.
As he approached the altar, he turned his head and ripped a feather from his left wing, then another from the right. He straightened his spine and placed his offering, tied with nothing and yet layered so like his own heart and that of his brother- from the same parents, to be sure, and yet connected by only that now that they had grown so distant- and spoke.
"I am not... ready... to see my father yet. But I think... it is time to see my brother again." He bit his lip; if he traveled home, he could not be sure that he would encounter only one and not the other. He didn't even know if they were still there... his father, certainty, but his brother? He had a wanderlust in his heart that mirrored Kaya Awa's own. "Please help me find him, so I might set... at least what still lies between us... right."
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 8:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 8:54 pm
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Name: Malumë
- Meaning: Interrogative Quenya word meaning "At what time?"
Temper: Inquisitive.
Age: Adult.
Relationship Status: Lifemated to Mauja Seiko.
Family: Living. (None commissioned in shop, but IC they're still around somewhere.)
Malumë was born on the night of the perigee-syzygy. Her mother was in and out of consciousness for most of the night, hence the never-answered question- At what time was my daughter born?
As a filly, she showed an intelligence far beyond her years. She was somewhat reserved, and shy- preferring the solitude of her own imagination over the company of others. She was also quick-thinking and curious, traits which when paired together often helped her escape from potentially hazardous situations.
As she grew, her shyness dissipated as she began to enjoy the company of others- for other living beings were the greatest mystery of all. She sought knowledge, in all its forms, and she enjoyed discussing items of interest with like minds.
When her parents officially separated after her father continued his long streak of absence that started with the night of her birth, and her mother sought comfort in the form of a young stallion, the mare parted ways with her family and began to travel the Kawani lands on her own. She was not a vain creature, but she kept herself clean by washing in running waters.
Before long, she happened across a village of two-legged beings. She had never seen their like before, and so approached the village boldly but with due caution. A few maidens spotted her, and began to make strange cooing noises at the sight of her pristine white hair. She arched her neck and eyed them curiously, approaching at the gentle coaxing of a young girl who held a juicy-looking apple in her outstretched palm. Malumë was at ease in the company of the two-leggeds, for all that they were strange and gangly creatures; the warriors, those who may have spooked her, were off hunting and the gentle womenfolk had been left to tend the village.
Daughters of the basket-weavers stroked the mare's locks fondly, others grooming her black coat until it shone as she stood patiently- all the while observing them and learning of their kind.
The two-leggeds could not seem to resist, and began coiffing her locks expertly, believing that the cascading curls were more suited to her than the braids they normally favored. The long hairs that normally framed her face started to tickle her nose when the bouncing curls were loosened from the thin leather strips, and when she sneezed one of the giggling girls pinned the mare's hair in an elaborate up-do. Her tail was left to fall free, for the girls understood the need of their four-legged friends to swat away flies in the heat of summer.
When she finally took her leave of the village, her belly full of treats and her mind still puzzling over her adoring treatment, she promised herself that one day she would return and repay the kindness of the two-leggeds (for the treats, if nothing else)... after she learned more about the lands!
[Family info].
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2014 5:32 pm
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Name: ABSOLON
- Meaning: Father of Peace (French version of Hebrew name)
Temper: Formidable
Age: Young Adult
Family: Most living. (See Heritage below).
Relationship Status: None. He's a bit of a loner.
Absolon is the middle child and second son of a dedicated and extremely religious pair from a long line of healers, acupressurists, and Angeni. They take pride in their gifts, and strive to nurture their powers for the betterment of all. Altruism, honor, and self-sacrifice are the creeds this family lives by.
The eldest son is traditionally raised to be the male lead of the new generation, and Absolon's serious older brother is the very face of stoic resolve and careful manners.
The second son is given a choice of a religious existence or a warrior's rigor, though the second comes with the stipulation that he prescribe to the same natural calling as the rest- that he use his training to protect the peace, and never to lash out unfairly or wield his strength for corrupt purpose.
Any other sons are dolled out to various organizations as tradition demands, while the daughters are raised one and all to be intelligent healers. Whether they heal wounds or give relief to aching muscles, through genetic power honed by practice or by sheer will and herbal remedy, all are given to the gentler arts.
Absolon chose the path of a Guardian, of a Warrior for Peace.
Along with basic fighting skills, both on hoof and later in air, he learned to control himself entirely. Though rather sweet by nature, he was prone to excitement as a child, and was extremely defensive of his younger siblings. He learned to harness his temper, smothering it beneath dignity and self-control, funneling any aggression he might feel into the physical side of his training. He wakes every morning before the sun, and performs his fluid warm-up routine as the sun rises. The graceful movements would remind any witnesses of a dancer, though with a deadly flair.
His life is his art, broken up by brief moments of controlled defense when need summons him.
The life of a warrior, even one devoted to Peace, contains... a certain amount of pain. Though his genetic ability to heal is diluted by Angeni (the gift of flight could not be called a hindrance, though he possesses no other traits from this noble line) and Kirin blood (which nonetheless provided him with natural armor), he possesses some minor gift that could just as aptly be described as accelerated self-healing or quick recovery. Though not entirely consciously controlled, he discovered that with concentration he could get back on his hooves quicker than most other trainees- whether from a bruise, slice, pulled muscle or other battered limb (for grace is hard-won, and injury while training was a commonplace event in his young life), he could... help himself to get back to 'defending shape'. After all, even those who have self-sacrifice almost bred into them understand that one can help the most when one takes care of oneself.
Perhaps, some day, he may be inspired to further pursue this minute spark of Uni healing powers from his heritage... but, for now, he devotes himself entirely to the final chapter in his finishing: that of solitude, a warrior trained whose lone existence serves to support his skill.
He lives isolated from his family, nestled among the Kawani mountains, maintaining enough contact that they might reach him should need arise and yet never lingering for desire alone.
Training:
As a warrior, he is unique, for although his family line and extended relatives are quite mixed among Uni, Angeni, and Kirin, the warriors to which he was sent tended to be either Grounded or Flying breeds- not possessing traits of both, or if they did they were mostly encouraged to train for aerial attack out of necessity. While others were specialists, Absolon developed a technique all his own from observation of other cross-breeds and adaptation of his own skill.
He was selected to become proficient in all movements, aerial and otherwise, and later to act as a lone unit.
Having completed his training in various camps, he now trains alone in his prime. Though the path of a teacher is open to him, it is mostly understood that he would only pursue that venture when he himself is somewhat past the vitality of youth.
He begins and ends his day with warm-up and cool-down exercises, respectively, with the first and last light. His day is partitioned into intervals, training each muscle group in turn and moving through the movements so carefully drilled into him. The general belief is that if one can perform the movements at a level almost subconscious, reactive and yet from a state of meditative control, then any battle would be mere instinctual action to protect one's purpose: peace.
Though he himself may never feel the relaxation and happiness that comes with such a word, he strives for a kind of inner peace that comes with rhythmic movement and self-knowledge. When he trains, his mind stills, and that is the only Peace he may ever know. After all, the darker breeds are ever-stirring, and the gentle healers are ever in need of their protector.
Heritage:
Uni-Kirin-Angeni, some grounded and a more recent addition of Flutter blood via his sister's beloved. (ABSOLON possess no Flutter blood, but it is in his family now. xd )
Sire = Angeni-Kirin (Battle-trained, wounded in combat and now a teacher of the arts, Uni blood dormant)
Grandsire = Uni-Angeni (Some healing)
Grand-dam = Kirin (Pure, Gifted in acupressure) *Deceased*
Dam = Uni (Halfbreed, highly religious and a care-taker of sorts)
Grandsire = Uni (Pure, Healer)
Grand-dam = Grounded (Non-powered, docile, sweet, some healing capacity with herbs)
Older brother, first-born, displays traits of Uni-Angeni.
Younger sisters tend towards 1 breed-trait each, with the oldest Uni-Kirin and the youngest (still a filly) showing both Uni and Angeni. Two middle-sisters show Uni or Kirin traits alone, while one has only feathered wings.
Absolon himself is the only child possessing all three main-lineage breed-traits.
The oldest sister fell in love with a Flutter, and after their union was blessed by the family elders she bore one child, a daughter possessing Kirin, Flutter, and Uni traits.
Soon...
 Arluin.
A quiet, dutiful mouse came to the caves and never quite left again.
He found a place to belong, there with the stallion with his morning rituals. He enjoys the cool mountain breeze, and can often be found gathering in the woods nearby. |
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 9:14 am
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Name: Damie
- Meaning: Childhood friend. Closest name origin would be 'Damien', French, "one who tames; subdues."
Temper: Daunting
Age: Young Adult
Family: Most living. (See Heritage below).
Relationship Status: Exploring possibility.
Her mother, the oldest daughter in a long line of healers and religious warriors, possesses both Uni and Kirin traits (lacking only the outward display of the family's Angeni bloodline) and is a perfect healer. A docile female, intelligent yet kind, who constantly strives to perfect her healing arts.
When the 'perfect daughter' fell in love with a Flutter stallion, she sought and gained acceptance of her choice- as it was truly one of love, and none could deny the happiness in her eyes and the strength his support could lend her through her long years mending all manner of ailments- and the two were happily pledged to one another, amidst a warm acceptance- where only one face, that of a tired old Uni-Angeni who had long since lost his mate, bore any trace of apprehension. He alone felt a rather heightened sense of anticipation and quiet dread surrounding the union of the 'perfect daughter' with her impish yet jovial, kind, and loyal love-match.
The daughter-soon-turned-mother bore only one child from her first pregnancy, a daughter, posessing all three traits that ran strongest through her young veins: the Uni-Kirin of her mother, and the Flutter lineage of her father.
This daughter was.... not as they had all expected.
She was fiercely intelligent with a strong sense of self, one that did not bend to include the traditional limitation of the female line to the Healing arts. She absorbed herb-lore like a sponge, but she remained unsatisfied, seeking greater thrills. The disciplines restricted to males of her family, particularly that of the warrior arts, were far more... exciting.
Though her initial enthusiasm for healing lore was welcomed with open hearts and a bit of quiet relief on the part of the patriarch, even fondness, her thrill-seeking nature had fully blossomed before her first year. The less-than-yearling had begun to hang near the recruiting grounds, observing and watching as sons pledged themselves in what should have been a quiet and noble act of passage instead of a giddily observed entertainment.
She could not watch them train, of course, at that was done far from the nursery grounds, but she began trying to coax lessons out of any idle stallion. Some looked upon her with bemusement, while others (usually a visiting warrior whose arrogance had no place in this down-to-earth family) would preen and prance through their deadliest moves to the ooh's and aww's of the little filly who they thought was only admiring their prowess. She was too smart not to know that her family wasn't quiet comfortable with her taste for more a more active lifestyle, so she tried to hide her enthusiasm and curb her 'self-training' to only when she was unobserved. But she could not hide it for long, and soon...
... in a quiet grove that she had thought was secluded, and let herself get lost in the rhythms of war-movement in that enticingly 'abandoned' clearing....
... a tired old stallion witnessed a female acting decisively UN-feminine.
To be continued. o.o
Heritage:
Uni-Kirin-Angeni on her Mother's side (Uni-Kirin dominant in her Mother), and Flutter on her Father's side.
Sire = Flutter (Impish, kind and playful, dedicated and loyal to his love and yet an unfailingly light and up-beat sort of fellow).
Dam = Uni-Kirin (A 'perfect daughter' by the family's definition of gender roles, a wonderful and dedicated healer whose kindness soothes ills of spirit while her skill mends flesh).
Grandsire = Angeni-Kirin (Battle-trained, wounded in combat and now a teacher of the arts, Uni blood dormant)
Great-Grandsire = Uni-Angeni (Some healing)
Great-Grand-dam = Kirin (Pure, Gifted in acupressure) *Deceased*
Grand-dam = Uni (Halfbreed, highly religious and a care-taker of sorts)
Great-Grandsire = Uni (Pure, Healer)
Great-Grand-dam = Grounded (Non-powered, docile, sweet, some healing capacity with herbs)
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