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 Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 4:56 pm
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: DemonWingedPoetGirl
Soquili's name:
Male or Female: Dali
I chose the name Dali after the artist Salvador Dali. He was a master of a uniquely beautiful yet haunting style of art called surrealism. It focused on releasing the creative potential of the unconscious mind. That being so it portrayed important and Inspiring messages in way that was so "strange" that it really spoke to the onlookers in a more than passing fashion.
To me it fits with the fathers art/artist theme and the Halloween theme at the same time. As an added bounus it even sounds a just a little like the mother Akari's name.
Temperament:
Male or Female: Surrealist
Personality:
((note: I'm calling it a male to simplify things even though the personality would be the same either way))
Male or Female :
The Three Words.
Unconventionally imaginative, Inquisitive, and interesting.
I'm all about character development. Because the journey from foal to adult is bound to change a being. For example your not the person you were when you were ten are you?
Exactly. So I've broken his personality into stages.
Basket stage:
The creature on this basket screeches things to the foal inside almost constantly. The foal (or anyone else for that matter) may not understand the words but it's quite clear that it is afraid. The basket often shakes and/or makes a fearful sound. This seems to be something that pleases the creature.
Foal:
unrest will be the bane of his foal hood once he learns to converse. Remember those things the creature would screech at him when he was in the basket? He didn't understand what was being said then, but now he does and it haunts him in not only in Nightmares but in strange daymares as well. This often causes him to have panicked out bursts makeing him a little anti social. Separating the dreams from Reality will at points be difficult. It also doesn't help that no one sees what he sees.
All of this will make sleep extremely elusive causing him to be frail of health, short of temper, and more than the average amount of fearful.
Much of his time is spent painting the things he sees so he destroy the paintings to can destroy the things that haunt him*. This he believes keeps him safe and subsiquently panics if he cannot paint.
((*this will be a suggestion someone makes to him to help him cope via RP))
Teen stage (I know it's not an actual stage but I still RP it):
After a hellish foal hood he has become a bit jaded and mostly grown out of his fearfulness. The nightmares are now "the norm"and the daymares (which happen more frequently sometimes lasting all day) he mostly ignores. In fact anymore he just views them as silly.
So what if a severed head with gold fish coming out its ears floats past him as he's having a conversation with his mother?
it's gonna take a lot more than that to shake this stallion anymore. Now that's not to say that occasionally that the things don't still scare him when he least expects it.
It doesn't bother him that no one sees what he sees, and has given up on trying to solve the problem. Now instead he just tries to live with it as normally as possible.
Recently through experimentation and speaking with those steeped in knowledge of plant lore. He has discovered and eats a certain combination of plants to help him sleep. Thusly he is healthier and generally in better mood.
He still paints or draws what he sees to rip them up and thusly destroy them. However it's becoming more enjoyable hobby/habit and less of a ritual to help him get safely through the day.
He will also probably be viewed as a bit of a downer by his siblings because this is the point in his life when he starts to dabble in psycho analyzing everyone and everything one he meet or sees others do including their mates and relationships.
Adult:
Dali is now a full fledged adult! From his experiences and observations of other soquilli he has learned to be quite charming not in a naturally charming way but in a he knows what you might like to hear or see kind of way. Judging simply by his analysis of your character through subconscious your habits. More often then not he's bang on in his educated guesses. To some more mentally astute soquilli it comes off as irritating or aggravating but most of the time it's probably just viewed as amusing.
He now finds his nightmares, and permeant daymares (yes the world is constantly warped like a Surealist painting) and other strange things entertaining, intriguing or even useful. Sometimes he will even laugh to himself at what he sees.
Seeking out and talking to soqulli with mental issues will be a pass time of his. As it makes him feel better about his own issues not that he rubs it in their faces.
He still paints and draws but he no longer destroys the paintings rather he leaves them for others to see and perhaps inspire them.
Eventual over all goal for him.
I would like him to slowly become a famous artist in the soquilli lands and inspire others to harness there mental issues into a way that works for them. Much as he himself did.
After that
Perhaps the Harold of the angie of inspiration?
Or
To found but not directly lead a heard of artists and one day become an elder.
His day and nightmares ate essentially living in a dark Surrealist painters mind.
For example:
Trees are giant purple bird legs and each stone on a gravel path is the face of a watch. The wind is long pieces of silk fabric ect.
Prompt:
For my prompt it isn't really about anything just a example of how I would RP him in any given situation. The mare he speaks with is my own Isolean.
Also note that he is an adult in my prompt.
Prompt response:
Dali was diligently painting as she finally came into the view of his peripheral vision from the darkened forest that surrounded him. Shadows swirling around her like ocean waves breaking on rocks. Along with ebony cascades of mane contrasting with an ivory cream coat, tasteful gold accents, and a black mask, she wore a seductress smile barring two sharp fangs. She had been slinking about in the dark around him for the last hour or so, but this is the first time he had really gotten a good look at her.
"You'll have to do better than that to frighten me miss." he commented around the paint brush in his mouth without looking away from his work.
"Oh?" she replied her voice sweet like rain drops on a still pond. "Perhaps then you do not know what I am." she offered.
Casually he spit the paint brush into a pot of water and turned to face her.
"I know what you think you are." he returned.
"and what is that?" she asked slinking forward her gate so smooth she appeared to float toward him rather than walk.
"Judging by those fangs I'm guessing you fancy yourself a vampire." he stated in a less than thrilled manner.
"Aren't you astute." she said starting to walk a little circle around him and his work observing both in turn.
Lifting a slender brow he looked at the mare and replied with all seriousness
"However by that logic, I suppose if you had buck teeth you would think you were a rabbit." he couldn't help but smirk just a little.
It was clear she was used to being in command and, with any other stallion she may have well indeed been.
"Of course not that ridiculous." she replied with a kind of laugh at last.
"Oh? how so?" he inquired.
"Well for a start I'm obviously too large to be a rabbit even if I had buck teeth." she replied.
"So being a large rabbit is ridiculous, but being something that is widely accepted as a myth. Meaning of course that it's imaginary is perfectly feasible. Yes I suppose that does make perfect sense."
She clearly had no idea what to do with someone who wasn't afraid of her. So without retort she opted to just continue to circle him. Perhaps thinking she could wear him out.
Admittedly he assumed at first when she was slinking about in the woods that she was really believed she was a vampire. It wouldn't have been the first time he had met someone of that . . .type so to speak. However now after looking at her he could tell that she indeed was not mentally unstable (something he was defiantly the authority on. Takes one to know one after all) and that this whole act was was a lie even she didn't really believe. . . At least not anymore. All the subconscious signs for it rolled off her like water on a ducks back.
She was just coping with the cards dealt, in a way that suited her.
Most intriguing he mused.
Made even more so by the fact that, for all the evil she claimed . . .she was an innocent.
Most intriguing indeed.
Inhaling deeply as if to smell it on her, he wasn't entirely sure if it was being a stallion or genetics (the son of the Angie of innocence) perhaps a combination of the two but he had a certain uncanny knack for judging innocence . . . especially in mares.
"you know what I think?" he offered his tone somewhat good humored.
"oh please do enlighten me." she hissed her elegantly up swept hair and gold adornments swaying with her sauntering gate.
"I think even you don't really believe you are what you portray . . ."
She paused mid step but didn't look at him directly.
"Now I think you might have believed it at one point - but now you just keep up this facade because you think it simplifies things. It's easier to be this monster then it is to fight it. To show anyone otherwise. I think you may have even tried to fight it before. Perhaps in your youth? A youth you haven't left far behind you.-" he gave pause choosing his words while taking a step forward.
"I know you weren't finished please continue oh master of my secrets." She prompted - no, more rather she challenged him. Her words laced with venomous undertone. He must have really struck a nerve but at the same time she almost seemed to enjoy it.
Clearing his throat he replied with confidence. " nothings wrong with you, youre just a coward. You would rather hide behind your mask and lies because its easier to make enemies than allies."
Slowly she turned just her head to look over her creamy shoulder at him surprise apparent even behind that little black mask.
"is that so?" she offered.
"it is." he replied confidently.
"what exactly do you base this off of?"
Stepping a closer to her, his muzzle nearly brushing her ear as he whispered quite lightly.
"Your an innocent. "
She took a step away from him but he stayed with her as if they were locked in a tango.
"I bet you've never even taken a mate." he continued with a chuckle.
His acute hearing picked up her heart beat quickening as she almost jumped away from him her eyes wide she stared at him as if he had seen her entwined in something private or bittin her. He would wager she had neve experinced that eithier. Yes she wasn't afraid, no this was a thrill to her. He gave his bat like wings a a flap for emphasis. Now however his fun was bordering on going too far he could see she wanted to leave, so he decided to be kind.
"before you go . . .what's your name?" he inquired
"Isolean - Isolean Vriends." she replied unable to make eye contact. Not unreasonable considering a stranger had just stripped her like bark off a tree and she found she enjoyed it.
"Well Isolean when your ready to stop hiding behind that pretty mask of yours feel free to let me know. . . I'll be waiting."
With that he ignored her to go back to his painting. Once she was gone Dali turned to his bat familiar Echo. It stared blankly ahead seemingly dead to the world and as silent as a grave. Nothing out of the ordinary there.
"I really hope she was real and not just one of mine . . ." Dali commented "I don't think it's good for me to start talking to them." he said looking around him. In reverse time the flaming trees shed blood, and melted slowly upward turning to never ending purple silk ribbons against a tangerine sky. While the moon blossomed like a a cabbage shedding and growing more petals from it's pale green center.
Future plots:
~Damage is just under appreciated depth:
He will find great pleasure in speaking with soquilli with personality disorders, and general mental issues or with just plain interesting dreams. Not to help (unless he's asked specifically) but really rather more because he finds such things interesting.
~Apprenticing:
He will apprentice under those in different medical and mental professions.
Shawmen
Medicine men
Voo doo priests/priestesses
Doctors
~Claws that strike and mind that ticks! Teach me! Teach me! All your tricks:
I would like him to spend time as the captive possibly the underling of a skinwalker who enjoys his disturbing art so Dali can study them.
~Be yourself and you will be all you'll ever need:
He will inspire those in need with art and helpful words in various RP's
~A few making friends RP's but most of his rp stuff will be general development toward my overall goal for his personality.
Do you Rp?: All the soquilli I own are well loved, heavily plotted and RP-Ed. With distinct life goals and individual personalities I don't try for any soquilli I can't see RP-ing.
Links to past Rps: Most of the RP's that I have that are actually brought to a finish are from when I first started RP-ing in this shop. Soooo they are a little awkward the ones I use here as samples are more recent and thusly a better example of my now more developed RP skills.
Are those . . .Fangs?!? Alexandre and Isolean
Familiarity
I think I'll Keep you Tyler X Oliver. (FINISHED)
How active are you in Soquili?: With Thesh-ah well on her way to becoming an elder, and Blake and Isolean working on plots to become Angie. I think I'm really active in the soquilli community. I may not be in the main thread commenting at constant because that seems to be really difficult to do, but I do read it fairly often. I'm always checking the guild and talking to the friends I've made here via pm about RP, long term life plot, and RL stuff.
Comments: I'm so glad I have a even a shot at one of these baskets.
~The background on the mothers side is great for RP inspiration.
~It's a twisted tunnel breeding!
~The fathers side has epic mutation genes which are also super special awesome for RP.
~Mindsend has a certain special flare for breedings that I enjoy.
Made even better by the fact that this was her cc breeding so that means she really had fun with it.
~did I mention it's a twisted tunnel breeding?!?!!
HOMG!
Bonus time!
First Creeper: I think due to the father being a flutter this riddle is talking about those moths that have scary faces on their wings to ward off predators. Maybe even eyes all over the place and little "minion" creatures around it
Second Creeper: I think tentacles or/and a snake theme!
I <3 SNAKES X infinity
Third Creeper: I think this basket will be bat themed as by my interpretation the riddle speaks of sonar. Omg what if it's a . . .batwalker
*is dreaming . . . And drooling*
:0
For sure I'm finished now! Last edit I swear.
*sweats*
man I haven't been this nervous about an RP contest entry since the new usida breeds elder contests.
*sweats more*
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 6:07 pm
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: ATh e a r t
Soquili's name:
Male: Rapha (Hebrew) “feeble, flaccid, weak; a shade living in Hades”
Female: Eleanor (Greek) “sun ray, shining light, compassion”
Temperament:
Male: Withdrawn – From the first moment out of his basket, he looked up at his parents utterly confused. Rapha looked at himself and compared himself to his ‘normal’ looking parents. He knew he looked like a monster. In his first few days out of his basket, Rapha quickly withdrew from his parents and siblings. He didn’t understand how they could still love him being the way he was. Words could not penetrate his heart that slowly grew darker with age. All his mind told him was ”Monster! You Monster!”
Female: Confused – Although similar to the above, Eleanor was different. She felt and knew she was different, but accepted the words of her parents. At a young age, she felt like she could be loved by her parents, but was also confused to why it seemed like other people she had met seemed to be repulsed by her. This tore her heart in half: was she a bad filly like how she was supposed to look, or did the outside not really matter?
Personality: (( I already had this… So I hope you don’t mind me keeping it like this :c ))
Male:
---* Silent - Rapha is not a colt that isn’t sociable, he just doesn’t always want to talk. He would rather stand and learn what people are doing and if he has something to say, then he’d say it. Most of the time, his remarks are negative, but if something manages to catch his interest enough, it would be a subtle, positive comment. He doesn’t really like being nice.
---* Temperamental – Normally, it isn’t hard for one to control their emotions; they know when they want to feel one and they can choose to release it or not. For Rapha, however, his emotions get the best of him all the time. He can be sad one moment and snapping at someone the next. Most of the emotions he experiences, however, is more negative than positive.
---* Sharp – It isn’t the sharpness of his temper, but this time his mind. Rapha is really quick witted and able to understand things a lot better than others his age. Although he understands, it doesn’t mean that he accepts. For example, he understands that not everyone is evil just because they look evil, but he doesn’t believe that for himself.
Female:
---* Childish – Cuddling is one of the things that Eleanor loves. It’s mostly just with her parents and siblings however. She just –adores- the attention and pretty much strive to be the center of attention. If she doesn’t get the attention she wants, she pouts until she does get the attention. This however, is true more to people that she thinks likes her. When it comes to people that are negative towards her, she runs and cries.
---* Proud – Eleanor is very much proud, but not about herself, but her parents. Sometimes when she’s with her parents and they get insulted for producing the children they have, she gets defensive and shows what a proper lady she can be. She shows off the inner beauty that she knows is there. Besides this, however, the pride is short-lived and Eleanor would withdraw into herself again.
---* Pliable – From the moment out of her basket, Eleanor pretty much believed the things people told her. Her parents told her she was beautiful and loved her no matter what and she believed it. Aside from her parents, she is also made fun of by others for being so different from her parents and they make her feel like she wasn’t blood-related to her parents. Words are the main cause of Eleanor’s emotions and whether they are positive or negative.
Prompt: Once you pop out of your basket, you notice your parents and yourself. How do you feel about being different? How do these feelings reflect your actions and choices in life? (( Sorry if the prompt isn’t anything special D: I thought doing this would help them better in setting a base on why their feelings are the way they are… ))
Prompt response:
The little foal opened its eyes in the basket, blinking a few times. It looked around and wondered, what now? A little stream of light peeked in through the opening of the basket and the foal smiled to itself. “There! That’s the direction I should go… I think!” Try as they might, it seemed like something heavy was still residing on the basket. It wasn’t sure if they should continue or just give up…
Male – Rapha looked up at the basket. ”Why is it so heavy…? Do my parents not want me out of my basket? What’s wrong with me…? He curled up a little tighter in his basket, trying to make himself feel better. He knew he could stay in the basket for a little while longer; he wasn’t going to grow too big for the basket for a while yet, so why did he have to come out?
It wasn’t until he heard someone telling something to shoo did he look up again. The patch of light that peeked in grew a little bigger until a nose popped in; it was the sound of a mare. ”It has to be mother, right? She does want me!”
He nuzzled the nose that was inside and popped his head out, looking out towards the world. At first, the light was a little too bright, but it wasn’t long until he saw his mother and father standing proudly above him. Rapha smiled up at his parents as they both nuzzled him and looked closely at him. Through the shine in their eyes, Rapha saw himself. He saw that he looked so different from his parents and suddenly shrunk back into his basket a little bit.
Looking down, he spoke. “Why do I look so different…?”
It was kind of disheartening to hear Rapha’s first words, since they were not ones acknowledging his parents. Rapha looked up at his parents with empty, questioning eyes, but they just looked at him and smiled, with no answer. They would of given him something to make him feel better, but they didn’t know why themselves. Both spoke and told Rapha that they love him no matter what he looked like.
Rapha just couldn’t accept that though.
That night, instead of spending it with the warmth of his parents and siblings, he curled up in his basket, still wondering. The chill of the night air sending shivers up his spine. ”What if I hurt them? What if I did something bad? What if…” Nothing but questions floated in his mind. He didn’t want to look different. He didn’t even really look like his siblings.
He looked over at his parents and siblings. Rapha’s eyes were dark with sorrow and confusion. ”Maybe I’m just not meant to be with them?”
Standing up, he loomed over his baskets. His head was dangling from his neck, looking first as his parents and then at the opposite side: the endless darkness. There was something special that attracted him to his parents, but deep down, Rapha felt like Darkness was calling him. Rapha new that, eventually, he wouldn’t be able to be with his parents anymore…
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Female – Eleanor wasn’t about to give up that easily! She lifted her head and pushed up hard on the top of the basket, not noticing the creature that had flown off the top of her basket. The glare of the sun was strong in her eyes at first, but once she saw her parents, she let out a gleeful squee and bounded out of her basket, nuzzling first her mother then her father. “Momma! Pappa!”
The day was still young and very much a perfect day for little Eleanor. She was up and about, happy to nuzzle her parents and siblings randomly. The warmth of the sun made her prance around on the grass. Eleanor was definitely happy to be out of the dinky basket and wasn’t about to go in it again. They made their way to a clear pond, where Eleanor was ready to take a much needed drink.
Her eyes were closed and happy as she took her first sip of water. “Ahh! This is so refreshing!” Her mother giggled at her happiness with something so simple. When Eleanor went for another drink, this time, her eyes were open and she finally saw herself clearly.
She blinked a few times looking at the reflection, wondering if something was wrong with the water. Using her hoof, she made a ripple and watched how her image dissolved and came back again. “Mommy! This water… I think it makes me look funny!”
Akari came over and looked at the reflection and then back at Eleanor. She did this a few times, but then smiled again at her daughter. “I see nothing wrong! I see a beautiful young filly that I am glad to call my daughter!” She nuzzled her daughter lovingly.
It didn’t stop Eleanor from looking back at the reflection though. She cocked her head in both directions, but she couldn’t see what her momma thought was ‘beautiful’. ”But she’s my momma! It has to be true!” Eleanor smiled at her reflection and took another drink.
Prancing away from the water, although Eleanor felt as though she accepted her mothers’ words, she didn’t know that in her heart, something was still tugging at her. She didn’t understand how she looked so different from her parents, but the questions would bother her for a while longer…
Future plots:
Male –
--- Are… You sure? – Rapha understands that his parents gave birth to him, but for some reason, no matter how much they tell him that they love him, he just can’t accept it. This is an RP between Rapha and either both his parents or either one. He tries to get a confidence boost, but all in all, it fails and Rapha ends up slowly moving his heart into darkness.
--- Clash between parent(s) and son – After living with his parents for a while, Rapha still couldn’t think that his parents loved him. Yes, they had a duty to love him as parents, but he didn’t feel like there was anything beyond that. One day, he manages to lose his temper with either one or both of his parents and leaves during the night, feeling as though if he didn’t, he might hurt his family.
--- Path of darkness – I’m seeing Rapha give in to the inner darkness that pulls him to becoming evil. I’d like to see this from an evil mutant or a Kalona. In this, he finds a rival ‘evil’ that will be more evil than him. They’d make fun of him for just posing as someone evil and not being actually evil himself. This angers him and he tries to prove himself by defeating a Skinwalker in battle.
--- What now? – After the battle, he’d find himself hurt. Rapha would either decide to go back to his parents and meet people along the way or choose to stay still until someone randomly meets up with him. This stallion or mare would have a gentle kindness in their heart that allows Rapha to see true kindness. However, it is a fleeting meeting and Rapha would be alone again, often contemplating in which direction he was meant to take.
Female -
--- Me… Ugly? – Someone straight out calls Eleanor ugly. They mean and really do find her ugly and constantly makes fun of her. This brings down her moral as well as causes her to question who she is and how she acts like. Eleanor questions if she’s meant to be a ‘monster’ because she looks like one, or if she’s supposed to be sweet and loving like her parents.
--- Guiding Light – Out of the shadows, Eleanor meets someone that’s as twisted as she is, but just as nice. This male or female has a lot more self-confidence and helps Eleanor see that just because she looks a little different, it doesn’t mean that she has to act like how she looks. If people can’t accept her for who she is, than they are not worth being with. This is a best friend plot!
--- All alone and lost – Eleanor along the way of life loses her best friend in some way for a period of time. Her best friend left for some reason unknown to her, and she feels abandoned. At this point, she meets others that are more evil and she gives into them, feeling that her best friend lied to her and was messing with her emotions.
--- Back and…? – I don’t have an exact ending for this plot, because it would depend on the character of the best friend. Either Eleanor will be pulled completely into the darkness or back into the light. (I kind of prefer her being good, but hey, a plot changes over time!)
Do you Rp?: Yes! I jump from shop to shop like every month though (it’s like a random rotation between shops I like RPing in which includes Soquili, In the Name of the Moon and Lilium Hallow. Dreams of Entra is in it too, but no new RPs so far because they’re on Hiatus Dx).
Links to past Rps:
Soquili – [x] [x] [x]
---The first one is between my mare Stefanie and her bestie.
---The second one is a meeting/courtship of my flutterboy Tsong and his mate.
---The third one is my flutterboy Tsong teasing a young filly.
Lilium Hallow – [x]
ItNotM – (not finished; but most recent!) [x] [x]
How active are you in Soquili?: Haha XD I’d like to think I’m fairly active.
Comments: ALEXIA TOTALLY CONVINCED ME… I THINK xD I also think for the male and female personalities, I might end up mixing them more (: I like tidbits of the two personalities a lot xD <3 I would be deeply blessed and honored if you chose me xD;; And the fact that you didn’t make a word limit ;w; <3 THANKS FOR THE CONTEST!
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 6:43 pm
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: Looneytaz82
Soquili's name: (Meanings are fun)
Male: Lolonyo (African, Love is Beautiful)
Female: Lorelei (German, Alluring Enchantress)
I chose to go with names beginning with 'Lo' because of their father.
Temperament: (The one that shall go on the cert)
Male: Creative
Female: Artistic
Personality:
Male: Lolonyo holds his head up high, proud to be a child of his father and mother. He enjoys being creative just like his father, although he tends to stick with things all the way through.
Female: Lorelei is artistic, and everyone loves the work that she creates. Sadly she does not spend the time to be artistic very often. She feels like she always has other things to tend to.
Prompt:
What makes you different? Does it make you Beautiful? Tell about a conversation you had with another about this. (Hopefully its OK to RP this out with one of my Soq, as if they met when they were both Foals.)
Prompt response:Lolonyo always knew that he was unique. He didn't like being referred to as different. He felt as though his uniqueness was intentional. He had no idea where this feature came from within his lineage, but that didn't matter to him anyway. He felt proud of who he was, even though many others would steer clear of him. After one encounter when he was young, Lolonyo made it a point to tell everyone that just because others are different, or unique, that makes them beautiful, and they need to see that. Lolonyo constantly thinks back to the day when he realized this himself.
It was a warm spring day, like most others this time of year. Lolonyo was enjoying the day with his other siblings, playing tag among other things. The others decided they wanted to rest for a while, and Lolonyo was left in the meadow. His parents were never to far away, but they always gave him, and the other foals, their space. As Lolonyo chased butterflies in the meadow, he heard a sound that he had never heard before. The "swoosh" was coming form above. As he looked up, he saw an interesting young stallion with odd wings. The foal looked down at him and lowered himself a bit to get a better look. as the foal got closer, Lolonyo heard hims speak. "Do you mind of I come down and play with you. It looks awefly fun from up here!" "Sure!" Lolonyo added. As soon as the new friend landed, the two immediately started chasing butterflies.
It wasn't for about another half hour when they started a more in depth conversation again. The new friend Finally spoke, " My name is Kanic Ash, but you can call me Kanic. Do you usually play around in this area?" he asked. "Kanic, my name is Lolonyo" he said, "I do like chasing the butt...." the foal started, but couldn't get out any other words. "Um...." Kanic started hesitantly. "You have.... ffff..ffff....fangs... and a weird ugly tongue. You look like a SNAKE!" kanic yelled, once he got all the words out. Lolonyo put his head down. He was used to this. Just about every new friend disliked him because he was different. he usually didn't want to speak because as soon as he did, they would notice. "You...you're not gonna eat me, are you?" kanic muttered out. Kanic didn't even want to hang around and hear his response. He started flapping his wings ready to take off. "Wait!" Lolonyo yelled. "Why would I eat you? I just spent quite a while playing with you. Please don't leave me." Lolonyo got upset. He wanted the stranger to stay and play. He wanted to be good friends. Kanic turned to listen to the other foal. He was right. Why would he want to hurt him now. He turned back towards the foal and starting talked again. "So why do you have that weird tongue?" Kanic asked.
Lolonyo answered all of Kanics questions and even showed him how he could use his tongue to his advantage by reaching some fruit that out of their way. By the time the conversation was over, Lolonyo had shown Kanic how different can be beautiful, and thus gave him mire good feelings about himself. If others were to afraid of his differences, Lolonyo felt that it was only their loss and not his own. Lolonyo and Kanic vowed to be friends r.
Future plots:
Do you Rp?: YES! I try to get as many RP's going as possible. I am usually very prompt at replies, and any current RP's that are dormant are only because of the other parties involved.
Links to past Rps: I posted them all to show just how enthusiastic I am about RP's. Although I am no pro by far, I enjoy learning and stepping in.
~~~~~[PRP]Things that go Bump in the Forest (Shiya,Amira&Maddox)
~~~~~[PRP] Royalty by the River ~ COMPLETED
~~~~~{PRP} Wake-up Call {Amira & Amenophis } ~ COMPLETED
~~~~~{PRP} High Fliers (Amira and Daphne)
~~~~~[PRP] Don't be so quiet! (Phaedra and Amira)
~~~~~ [PRP] Shaman & Amira: Water, Sun, & Relaxation!
~~~~~{PRP} Amira and Alinea ~ Brazen Grazing?
~~~~~[PRP] A meeting by chance
~~~~~{PRP} Frolicking Foals. [ Ferra + Kanic ] ~Dropped
~~~~~{PRP} Passing the day away! (Kanic and Dagny)
~~~~~[PRP] Kanic Ash & Zayford ~ A Shocking Meeting
~~~~~{PRP} Leilani and Astraea ~ Second Introductions
~~~~~{PRP} Leilani and Adakias ~ The Morning Dew
How active are you in Soquili?: I try to pop in every day and start some chatter, although sometimes its hard. I at least log in to Gaia every day and read through the thread.
Comments: First off, thanks SO much for the opportunity. In the 6 months that I have been a part of Soq, I feel that I have grown as an RPer and a community member, and I feel that my many RP's in that short time (again, any that were dropped or are dormant are not on my end.) I am eager to pump out replies as soon as possible. I would be honored to be the owner of this basket, and can assure you that I wont be one of those owners that get a basket and drop off the face of the world.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 7:38 pm
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: vballlvr5
Soquili's name:
Male: Caine - son of the fighter is the technical meaning but I prefer the meaning of Cain which is craftsman, but I prefer this spelling
Female: Amaya - night rain
Temperament:
Male: Inspired
Female: Expressive
Personality:
Male: Caine has inherited his father's artistic talent though his works are dominated by a dark palate. Caine does not have a split personality but he does feel darker forces alive inside of him and these influences direct his artistic endeavors showing themselves through the surging and passion in all of the works which express a great range of his emotions at the time. What could be described as fits of mania often overcome Caine when he paints (he mainly paints but occasionally uses other medias) or urge him to paint. What causes these fits is what he describes as 'the great spirit' who comes to inspire him. Perhaps it is voices in his head, a side effect the attachment to his basket, madness or perhaps something as harmless as an imaginary friend, either way he has yet to reveal what 'the great spirit' truly is. During said fits a roaring noise often sounds in his ears deafening him for brief moments, and making it even more difficult to communicate with him while working. A man of art but not of word, he is quite awkward in social interactions and often has troubling expressing his emotions except through art. He occasionally gives the sense of being deaf or mute as during his painting he sometimes cannot hear, and he often prefers to say silent for fear of miscommunication. A tortured soul, he is often visited by visions of darkness and nightmares of disaster which keep him awake at night.
Female: The same as Caine except her painting palette is more of a warm colors scheme leaning towards reds, yellows, and orange rather than varying shades of gray, and dark purples, blues, and greens with the occasional silver. This often gives her work the appearance of flame and scorching heat with infrequent dashes of dark tones that often represent ash. Her work is more of the inferno and Caine's the dark hole leading to it. She is inspired to paste objects upon her works such as feathers or real ash etc. As she works she often hums the same disturbingly sweet melody.
Prompt: You were lucky enough to inherit you father's creative talent and decide to create a piece to show your parents. Describe the process of creating the piece and its revealing.
Prompt response:
(this will be RPed as Caine, but the reaction would be almost exactly the same)
The weather was cool soft wind tickled Caine's nose as he walked towards a nearby clearing. Mama and Daddy were drawn out onto a walk for the day by the clear skies and though Ananchel was foalsitting Caine still seized the opportunity to create his surprise for his parents. He had been waiting for this moment to come and his supplies were already set up and waiting for him in a nearby clearing where he had done previous paintings. The leaves had fallen and crunched beneath his small hooves as he wandered the rough path he had worn into the forest's ground through frequent youth. He didn't worry about being found back here as no one knew where his makeshift studio was and he was almost certain that she wouldn't come looking for him, he had told her that he was going off to paint anyway. She likely assumed that he went off often, which he did, but he had yet to reveal to any members of his family, now excepting his grandmother, that his passion was for painting.
The new, clean canvas shone brightly in the clearing when he entered it, glowing as the sunlight bounced off of it. Pots and various containers held Caine's paint. The myriad of colors shimmered and reflected onto the foals coat as he entered his hideout. The preparation had been ready several days prior and Caine was excited to finally begin. As usual he approached the jars examining each one along with the canvas before lying down across from his supplies and thinking. He did not decide what to paint beforehand in order to allow inspiration to fill him and flow rather than forcing and twisting images. He must have been in that position for at least half an hour as his small limbs began to ache. Standing he wobbled on his hooves and knocked over the glass bottle containing a navy hue. He sadly hunched over the shattered contained. He set to cleaning it up when stepped in a small puddle of the deep color. Startled he backed up right into his canvas which had been lying on the ground. He promptly hopped off of it and was relieved to see no damage to it until his eyes feel upon a few blue hoof prints on the bottom left corner. Now how am I to clean that up? he thought depressingly not a moment before The Great Spirit joined him. It said not a word, not a single word as it swooped into the foal's figure. It started down in the tips of his hooves, the warm tingling sensation spreading up and out. Though this all happened very quickly and he hadn't even fully processed the idea that had struck him when he approached his brush. He tenderly dipped it into a blue gray and began. First a dusky horizon formed, followed by the outline of a castle and the ground. Switching colors often and with enthusiasm the colt picked up speed filling in bit of the monstrous building and added a lake. The ground, including all the grass, the lake (and its giant squid inhabitant), and a small hut were complete by evening when his mother poked her head into the clearing.
"Mom! What are you doing here!" he yelled. Oh no, she couldn't see it yet! Oh no no no. This won't do. Won't do at all. Surprised at her quiet son's outburst she was taken aback. "Quick close your eyes!" he called as he darted in front of his half complete artwork. Reluctantly Akari closed her eyes and her son approached her looking at her eyes to check that they were shut. "Can you see anything?" "No dear," she replied to her young son. Good, good. "Ok, we're going to go back home now Mama." In his little mouth he gathered up a section of his mothers mane which he tugged along leading back home. To say in the least, Lollipop was surprised to see Akari come walking back eyes shut being tugged along by their son. "Caine, what are you doing?" he asked. "Nothing Daddy." was the quick reply as Caine raced back off to his work before The Spirit left him. He heard as he left the quiet mingled voices of his parents whispering of his peculiar actions.
Once back in his little safe haven he quickly went back to work, seizing his still wet brush. In almost no time at all the piece was complete, it was lucky that he had good night vision for it was pitch black by the time he shuffled back home, exhausted by his fit of creative energy. In the morning Caine eagerly fetched his masterpiece. He carefully set it out in front of his parents and siblings who he asked to sit down. "Mama, Daddy, I have created this for you!" And without further ado he turned the piece to the shocked faces of his family. Both siblings from his family seemed quite impressed with the work, as did his older brother but he had a glimmer of other emotions behind his eyes, remaining silent. Pleased he beamed towards his parents barely taken notice of their worried expressions as he turned towards the image imprinted upon the canvas. The winds swirled about the eerie majestic castle and leading down towards the deep dark lake containing a monstrous squid. The little cottage's chimney had red smoke puffing out of it, the only bright color in the entire piece. Along the left edge were the colt's hoof prints, crawling up the edge and onto the top shielding half of the iridescent moon. A few more prints had been added since their accidental addition, they appeared to be dripping bleeding blue down onto the piece. It certainly gave his parents chills. As Caine swallowed in the joy of his work his parents silently made an arrangement for Aunty Yunai to come by for a visit. And soon.
Future plots:
~Family Stuff! I'll take family Rp whenever and wherever I can get it <3
~Blink - (Both) Caine/Amaya has been keeping him/herself from blinking as horrid and terrifying images flash before their eyes whenever they do so. They are questioned by another soq. as to why they aren't blinking and they reluctantly admit to these vision which they had yet to even admit to themselves.
~Sacrifice to be a Savior- (Amaya only plot) Amaya is in the woods one day when a forest fire is started and she is faced with the decision to leave her paintings of flames to the flames and save another soq that is too small to race out of it safely or save her paintings. Ultimately she chooses to save the smaller soq (either one of the usida kind or a foal, just someone she can carry) but she loses touch with her artistic talent for a time after this scarring event.
~Bromance - (Caine only plot) Due to his difficulties in social relationships Caine will only have a few close friends and one of said friendships will be formed in this plot. Likely with someone who faces similar issues but can overcome them or someone that can bother him crazy, but enjoys the company of.
~Bro's Before... - (Caine only plot) Caine and one of his good guy friends will spot a lovely mare that they both fall for and her flirtatious ways (possibly same friends from Bromance) each trying to impress her, but before they damage their relationship they realize that for them Bros come first.
~Personal Care - (Caine only) As he ages Caine will become increasingly absorbed in his art work so the point of poor personal care. A tender soq, likely mare, will come along and make him realize that he's not taking care of himself and helps him spruce up a bit. Possibly a bit of a 'makeover' sort of thing.
~Back to Art - (Amaya only) After losing touch with her skill Amaya needs someone to encourage her to go back to art. Perhaps someone hoping to become an apprentice to her.
~No Place Like Home - (Both) Caine/Amaya go home for a family visit after becoming exhausted with what life has become. A time to catch with family and relax and enjoy each other's company.
Do you Rp?: yes!! <3
Links to past Rps: (PRP) Searching for Family- (Acacia and Aaron)
[PRP] Unexpected meeting - Eden & Aaron Complete
[PRP] Travel buddies ( Ofelia & Alexander )
[PRP] I Can't Fly! (Amethyst x Alexander)
[PrP] New Meetings [Pachelbel and Amethyst] Complete
How active are you in Soquili?: I'm active in Rp and I do often visit the main thread, but often lurk rather than chat.
Comments:
thank you for the wonderful opportunity
Bonus time! First Creeper: Mutant face? Large teeth and maybe a pelt on its back. Second Creeper:Spikes along the back and a mutant tail Third Creeper:I think that there will be a mouth mutation, possibly a beak?
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 7:48 pm
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: Angelique DelaMort
Soquili's name:
Male: Jawbreaker – A colorful, long lasting candy – kinda like the endurance runners of the confection world.
Female: Pixie – This name is partially inspired by the popular candy Pixy Stixs (the distant straight sugar relation of lollipop paint shop) and by the fae creatures of many bright colors that flit and twirl about in a blur who are occasionally helpful or mischievous
Temperament: (The one that shall go on the cert)
Male: Inspired - aroused, animated, or imbued with the spirit to do something, by or as if by supernatural or divine influence
Female: Sanguine - cheerfully optimistic, hopeful, or confident. But Also reddish or bloody ninja
Personality:
Male:
Jawbreaker, despite his rough and tough name, is just as sweet as any member of his family. He’s not on quite the same sugar high as his father, but he has enough energy to sometimes overwhelm other members of his family. Jawbreaker is actually a very creative spirit. Like his father, he enjoys engaging in artistic works. However, due to a strange quirk of his birth, something about being born under the dark Haunted Moon or something like that, little ‘Breaker has trouble seeing things, especially during the day time. While he can make out general shapes and fuzzy blurs (Mommy’s the fluffy, fuzzy blur and Daddy’s the spiky blur!) he has a very difficult time making out details.
To create his artwork, Jawbreaker makes use of an unconventional technique; he speaks to it and listens. He forms his works based on how they reflect sound, almost designing by ear, judging if all the pieces of his 3D mediums are in the right place by how the sound comes back to him. He loves trying to create in new spaces based on the sounds. For example, the art he creates by the bubbling brook is very different from the work he makes when encircled by tall oak trees. Because he struggles to see in the bright light of day, his favorite places to create are the dark caverns dotted through the wooded areas and mountains. It is only in these places that he knows he can hear everything clearly and in a way, he sees more clearly as well.
Some say the blind have the clearest sight of all. In that tradition, Jawbreaker (in a way) sees more than others. He has very strong instincts when dealing with others and can usually intuitively tell if those he meets mean him harm (a very useful trick when you go through the world trying to figure out which blur is which). But even with his good instincts, he sometimes struggles with common sense, usually because he’s so involved with his work and fails to pay heed to what’s happening around him.
Jawbreaker loves spending time with family. He enjoys traveling with his aunt gathering herbs and testing if any will work for his art. He also loves spending time with his older brother and going on quests to find new places with unique acoustics. He is devoted to both of his parents, but at times is a little flustered with their reluctance to let him go off and try things on his own. ‘Breaker’s convinced it’s because of his sight and tries to reassure his parents that he can do things just fine, but still they keep him close. This sheltering instinct only encourages Jawbreaker to test his boundaries and prove his worth.
Female:
Pixie is an “In Your Face – I’m on a Sugar High Now!” kind of girl. If something’s happening, she wants to be a part of it. If nothing’s happening, she wants to be the one to Start it. It may be a play date, a party, an adventure, or a rousing game of Truth or Dare, but Pixie wants to do something fun and she wants you to be there to do it with her. Between the high octane activities, Pixie might be called a little flighty, flakey, or ditzy, but usually that’s just because her mind’s running so fast that she’s already 2 or 3 steps ahead of you by the time you say “hi”. When focused on a project, she is steadfast and true, unfortunately her focus doesn’t tend to last very long. Everything she does is touched with a hint of creativity and a dash of chaos. Some days she moves like multi-colored whirlwind, bouncing between friends and family, offering a helping hoof and trying to brighten someone’s day.
Pixie goes through life believing that strangers are friends she just hasn’t met yet. Usually her attempts to befriend everyone she meets are harmless, but sometimes she tries to make friends with some dangerous creatures. She is aware of the risks that she faces, but is strong in her conviction and has her reasons for reaching out into the darkness. While her mother and aunt embody the domains of Innocence and Purity, Pixie is more concerned with redemption. As a child, she had a white ribbon, a gift from her aunt that represented purity. But the wind ripped the ribbon from her mane and carried it through the air, into the two-legger’s village where it eventually fell into a large vat. As Pixie ran, frantic to retrieve her gift, she saw the cask was filled with a dark red liquid that was already working its way along her once immaculate ribbon. She quickly pulled the fabric from the dye and ran to the river, but the pure white of the ribbon was lost forever. However, that was okay with Pixie. In fact, she liked it better now. It was light and bright and beautiful in its color, even cheerful in its tainted state, and that brought her hope. It brought her hope because she knew as a basket, she had been touched by darkness, not the blood red dye but by dark shadows that clung to her basket and hissed and chirped to her small sleeping form. She knew she would never be pure or wholly innocent like her aunt and dear mother, but maybe if she devoted her life to spreading joy and helping those in need, she could be just as lovely and beautiful as the other women in her life. Maybe she could be like her pink ribbon.
Prompt:
Jawbreaker’s Prompt
It's late at night and Jawbreaker's having trouble sleeping. What weights on his young mind and how does he deal with it?
Prompt response:
Jawbreaker slowly blinked his eyes open. It was late at night, he could tell that much, or maybe very early morning. No matter what time it was, he couldn't sleep. He'd tried to, really he did, but he couldn't stop thinking about what happened earlier that day. His older brother, Akemi, had visited with them and offered to take them all for a walk, a rare chance to be off on their own away from their parents. He relished the opportunity - a chance to experience new things and see new places. But when he lined up with his siblings, his parents hesitated. His father then suggested that instead of going on the walk, he should come help with a new painting on some nearby rocks. And that was fun, he really loved spending time with his dad even if he couldn't help him as much as he wanted to. Still, it gnawed at him that his parents didn't want him going along with his siblings. He figured it was because of his sight, they worried that it would be difficult for him or that he couldn't manage. He wished they would trust him a little more.
The foal rolled over and stretched out slowly, careful not to disturb the other members of his family gathered around him. It was no use, he wouldn't be sleeping anymore tonight and he couldn't stand the thought of sitting around in the dark doing nothing for hours. He could stare up at the sky, but that wasn't as much fun for him (he couldn't see the same shapes and designs in the stars that his siblings and friends told him about). He climbed tentatively to his feet and started to pick his way over his siblings and around his parents. He tried to step lightly, but his keen hearing made every step sound like an echoing crash in the still night. Miraculously none of his family members woke up and by the time he reached the edge of their sleeping circle he was just starting to feel confident about his plan.
He was going to take his own walk, right now. It was better this way, really. He could go at his own pace and spend as much time as he pleased listening to the different sounds along the path without fear of holding up his siblings or treading on their fun. Besides, he could see better at night anyways without the bright glare of the sun causing spots and busts in his field of vision. He fancied soft moonlight might even be better to work by. The foal suddenly regretted that his supplies were tucked away with his father's back where the family rested. Still he might find some things to work with while he walked, and with that thought he happily continued. He walked slowly, carefully lifting each of his hooves and lightly placing them on the ground, making sure each step was secure before bringing up the other. It wasn't as hard as it sounds since he was used to it, and it was much better than getting tangled up in the gnarled roots that broke through the surface in spurts.
His steady hooves carried him slowly away from the herd, not too far, but just enough to experience the night undisturbed. In the cool, crisp air of twilight everything sounded different - clearer. He could hear the rabbits scurrying through the brush and a fox slipping along, following them in near silence, all the while the sound of crickets filled the night. He wished he could capture this, the sound of the night. It was a beautiful balance of surface stillness with an undercurrent of almost undetectable activity. Just because you can not see it, doesn't mean that it's not there, he mused. Much like his artwork, others couldn't see How he did it, but He knew there was a very involved process that demanded his attention. Even now it was calling to him, this idea of capturing the night. He frowned in concentration as he tried to figure out how.
It suddenly hit him as he heard the sound of water trickling lightly over rocks nearby. He followed the sound until he saw the moonlight reflecting off the surface of the water, and by that light could almost make out several rounded shapes along the shore. River rocks, cool and smooth, very easy to move and arrange. They were some of his favorite tools. But where to arrange them? He walked a little ways further into the woods murmuring softly to himself, as not to disturb the night life, until he found it. A nice platform for his work in the form of a rough boulder - in a way symbolizing the the lively undercurrent he could feel in the night air. One by one, he carefully carried the stones from the sandy riverside, and arranged them, spoke gently to them, and rearranged them. It was a feeling he was trying to capture more than anything, the feeling of energy and stillness altogether. It was one of his harder projects, but it brought him the peace that came with an inspired project.
The sky was changing from grey to pink by the time he finally returned to his family. Gently he eased himself back into the middle of their sleeping forms, as if he had never left. Now when he closed his eyes, sleep came easily to him, but he thought he heard somewhere in between his dreams the voice of his older brother. He was saying something about spirits being in the woods last night, and 'Breaker smiled.
Pixie’s Prompt
Walking by the lake one day, Pixie comes across a Soquili truly in need of a friend. Who does she meet and what does she do?
Prompt response:
Pixie hummed softly to herself as she trotted along the lakeside, her long tail occasionally trailing behind her, making small ripples in the water. It was a rare day when she had nothing to do. Her siblings were off playing together, her father in a frenzied artist state, while her mother and aunt were off with Ananchel, doing what, she wasn't quite sure. They'd invited her to go along with them but, she felt...awkward being along with them. And it was terrible, she knew it was. They were her family members and they loved her, she knew that, but she couldn't help feeling out of place in their presence. It was if she wasn't worthy, she wasn't as goodly as they were. Lost in her thoughts she didn't see the stallion until she tripped over him. She'd never heard a sound like that in her life. The creature let out an unearthly howl and scrambled away from her as if demons were after him. Not the typical reaction she was used to receiving.
"Um hello?" she said tilting her head and regarding the frightened male. "I'm so sorry for tripping over you like that," she said in her high, fast paced voice. "I really should have been more careful of where I was going..." Pixie paused as she noticed the stallion was staring at her wide-eyed. "It was entirely my fault and I'm really really sorry," she continued before adding. "Are you alright?"
Eventually the stallion responded hesitantly, "Are...are you real?" His eyes were still wide and wavering and his voice was laced with fear.
"Well, yes," she said taken aback by the question. "I'm very real, didn't you feel me run into you?"
"I guess..." he said slowly pulling himself back to his full height. "That's different. Usually they can't touch me."
"They?" Pixie asked curiously. She watched as the stallion inhaled slowly as if bracing himself for some great task.
"I see things," he said quickly, trying to get the lengthy explanation over with so they could move onto the fear and rejection part. "Horrible things, all the time. No matter where I go, it's like they're following me, always reaching out trying to get me. I don't think they're really real, I think, I hope, they're all in my head. But they're still scary and I'm always afraid that someday they actually will be real. So when you ran into me, I was sure they'd finally gotten me."
"You see things?" she repeated slowly (well, slow for her at least).
He nodded and then added apologetically, "But now that I see you, I know you can't be a monster. You look too good, too nice."
Pixie gave him a half smile, "Looks can be deceiving, but I try to be good. Are you going to be okay?"
"Oh yes," he said and to the mare's dismay seemed to be closing his eyes tight. "If I can't see them, then they can't scare me. At least," he added cringing slightly. "It will work until I get scared of the dark."
Pixie pursed her lips in concern, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"Not unless you can make the demons go away," he said quietly, joining her at the side of the still, silvery water. "They haunt me without end and I don't know why. What could I have done to deserve such a fate?"
"Often it is nothing," she said gently, feeling his pain as if it were her own. She had her own experience with demons and it weighted heavily on her heart. "Darkness touches us without cause or care. I'm sure you've done nothing wrong, and I'm sorry your existence is laced with so much fear."
He regarded her quizzically, "Speaking of which, why don't you fear me? Usually by this time I'm usually written off as crazy or...well, you should be running. You're not talking to me like I'm crazy, so why are you still here?"
Her eyes, glimmering with sadness, gazed into the reflecting pool, "I know you're not crazy-"
"Then do you see them too?" he asked eagerly, his eyes finally alight with something other than fear. Pixie studied that look for a long moment and recognized it.
"I have seen them," she said quietly, almost frightened to admit it aloud. "When I was but a baby, I heard them as I rested, supposedly secure in my basket. They whispered and hissed, chirped me to sleep. An unnatural lullaby. Even now, out of the corner of my eye or just as the sun starts to rise, I think I see them, just barely."
"They haunt you," he said making it more a statement than a question.
She nodded and sighed deeply, "They are relentless. But I can not shake their shadow."
"You are not in their shadow," he said simply as he looked down and saw their two reflections side by side. "You're too bright for that. Thank you...for not being afraid of me and for talking to me. It means more than you know..."
As much as she loathed to face that part of her life, she did know that the simple acknowledgement of someone else who had known the same darkness he did would bring some peace to this stallion. Her own fears were nothing comapred to the appirations he faced each day. Even more important than that, it would bring him hope. And with hope, maybe both of them could escape the shadows and their demons.
"It's my pleasure," she said grinning at him. "I'm Pixie," she added cheerfully. "Not as light or gracefully as my namesake, but I try."
The stallion regarded her for a moment before replying, "You look like a pixie. My name is Pavlov."
"Well I'm not sure what a Pavlov looks like, but it's a nice name all the same," she giggled. "You know, Pavlov, I think we should talk a lot more, what do you say?"
"I think I'd like that very much," he said slowly. "But you must promise not to sneak up on me again."
"Deal!"
Future plots:
Jawbreaker
- Some soquili don’t understand ‘Breaker’s artistic style. Some think it just looks silly and isn’t art while others believe How he creates it is strange and unnatural and are frightened of it and him. How does Jawbreaker handle the criticism and how does his family respond?
- Lots of family rp where Jawbreaker can develop strong relationships with his Father, Mother, Aunty, Grandmother, and Big Brother would be fantastic. While Akemi wants to see his little brother have more freedom, will he also treat Jawbreaker differently (more protectively) due to his unique vision? How will Lollipop respond to his son’s untraditional artistic stylings? Will they help each other create works? Ect
- As he gets older, Jawbreaker gets a little headstrong and strikes off on his own to prove to himself and others that he can survive without being coddled because of his sight. Might find himself and others (friends, family) in a situation where his unique style of perception is helpful such as a dark cave or dealing with an enemy that blends in well with the surroundings.
- Out of concern for him, Jawbreaker’s friends and family might try to take him to several healers. Will the healers be able to ‘cure’ his bad sight? More importantly, would Jawbreaker want them to?
Pixie
- There is plenty of potential for fun rp where Pixie is concerned in her trying to make friends out of every creature she meets from mountain lions to skinwalkers. But let’s start slowly with some regular soquili who might just be a little sad or grouchy, she might make a good friend to them…or drive them crazy.
-Where’s the line? How far is too far gone into the darkness? Who is Not Redeemable? What event will show Pixie that not everyone can be saved, and what will be the costs of that lesson?
-How can she find her own redemption and still that little shadow deep inside her that whispers she’s not good enough and drives her to always try to make the world a brighter (more pink!) place.
- How can Pixie develop a healthier relationship with the women in her life? She places them all on a pedestal for their goodliness and kindness, is there any way she can let go of her feelings of being unworthy?
Do you Rp?: Yes! In spurts…when real life isn’t bogging me down too much I enjoy rping, although I am not very strong in epic style RP. But I am trying to learn!
Links to past Rps:
Flights of Fancy (Velika, Aydan, & Sonja) - Complete
I have a little trouble actually getting RPs to a good ending spot (I always want to move onto the next chapter of the story in the same thread), but here are a few of the rps I’m currently active in.
Time After Time (Sonja, Aydan, & Velika)
Something About Fiery Red-Heads (Sonja & Zosime)
Getting to Know You (Sonja & Akh)
Into the Woods (Sonja & Karloff)
Creepy Cold Shoulder (Pavlov & Isolde)
How active are you in Soquili?: While I often lurk, I at least log into Gaia and check by the thread every day. I’m also pretty easy to contact by Pms.
Comments: This is a Beautiful family and anyone would feel honored to be allowed to join them. I enjoy Lollipop’s whimsical nature and find all of Akari’s relations to gorgeous and sweet supportive potential rp mates. The family has a fantastic (and so sweet romantic!) backstory that I would love to help contribute to. Thank you for giving us this opportunity to be a part of their story!
Bonus time! First Creeper: The first creeper's riddle deals with teeth a lot so I foresee sharp teeth on this Soquili and maybe bite marks all over the body. Second Creeper:
This sounds a lot like a snake, so maybe scales or a snake like tail. Fangs are also a possibility Third Creeper:This riddle screams "Bat!" to me with the high pitched noises and focus on the ears (which is why 'Breaker has an echolocation-like artist style). I'm looking for maybe bat like ears or maybe even bat like wings.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:04 pm
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: Jynk
Soquili's name:
Male: Kehmet (Hebrew for "rainbow")
Female: Ixchel (Mayan for "rainbow lady")
Temperament:
Male or Female: Mischievous
Personality:
Male or Female: A trickster at heart, this one was a little corrupted by the strange circumstances surrounding its conception. Although very active, the foal is not nearly as hyper as its father. It is also not as naive as its mother, yet it can be somewhat aloof. It enjoys playing pranks on others, not wanting to harm them so much as amuse itself. Quick with a joke, it likes to spin yarns to entertain others or distract them from the next big prank its planning... or has already pulled. A smooth talker and quick on its hooves, this foal finds lying easy and often tries diplomatic ways to resolve problems rather than violence, being a bit of a conman. Even it the lies come back to bite it in the butt, it has already moved on to the next big con.
Prompt:
The afternoon is nice and quiet and your parents have gone off for awhile and left you to your own devices. How do you spend your afternoon?
Prompt response: (I'm only using one of my chosen names to make writing easier, this prompt could work for either gender.)
Kehmet grinned as he watched his parents trot off. He waited till they were just out of sight and then moved to his stash of prank stuff, wondering what trouble he could get into while the supervision was lacking. He checked over his supplies and decided a nice bitter fruit swap would work well for a good laugh.
Picking up a small fruit that resembled an apple, Kehmet trotted off to find some unwitting marks. He soon came across a group of foals playing near an apple grove and grinned around the stem in his teeth. Perfect. Gathering up some delicious-looking ripe apples, he hid the fake apple amongst them and started eating the pile, careful of the bitter fruit among the apples, while making exaggerated noises of enjoyment.
It did not take long for the foals to come over and ask for some fruit. Kehmet stepped back and let them have it. Soon, one of the foals back up, shaking her head and making a bleh face, lips puckered from the overly sour fruit he'd hidden in the pile. He laughed at her. "That's what you get for being greedy!" He bolted before the foals could get together to get even with him, laughing all the way home.
Future plots:
Family = The Best Alibi - I'd like for the foal to interact with its parents and siblings to have relationships with them and be able to rp with them. Besides, when it gets in trouble, who better to turn to than family?
Partner in Crime - This foal will need a buddy to be its wingman and best friend in pulling off pranks and general activities. It can be a colt or filly, so long as they love getting into trouble. Not really looking for evil, though.
Mischief is as Mischief Does - Pulling pranks and getting into trouble is what makes getting up in the morning worth it. The better the prank, the bigger the thrill. Just so long as no one gets hurt, of course. This foal will enjoy a good trick or joke played on others, always looking for the next big prank.
I Solemnly Swear I'm Up To No Good - What might happen if something does go wrong? Can this foal handle taking the blame for a prank gone bad or will it try to place the blame on another?
Do you Rp?: Yes!
Links to past Rps: (All of the below listed are complete.)
Life Is A Miracle (Deusdedit and Miyako)
The Strength of Family (Illidan, Doan, Coridan, and Darkspine)
A Hunting We Will Go (Ghostpaw and Rishy)
Mine. No, MINE! (Croatoan and Enakai)
Swampy Meetings (Coridan and Nicor)
How active are you in Soquili?: I'm on pretty much every night, if not too tired from rl job. I'm available by AIM for rp or general chatting. I also enjoy guild rp and like chatting in the shop.
Comments: This is such a beautiful family and I'm rather drawn in by the dynamics of it. I'd love the opportunity to bring a sort of different personality into the family. I was hoping for the names to reflect both sides of the family and for the personality to be a slightly bent version of the foal's parents, but still something that will fit in. Thank you for the contest and the chance at not only being able to try winning the basket to have a new Soq to rp, but also for the chance to join an interesting Soq family and be able to add to the plots and story for them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:59 pm
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: Etruuco
Soquili's name:
Male: Evander, Scottish variant of the Old Norse name Ívarr which meant “yew, bow” and “warrior” or is a variant of Evandrus, Latin form of the Greek name Ευανδρος (Euandros) which meant "good man", derived from Greek "good" and "man". In Roman mythology Evander was an Arcadian hero of the Trojan War who founded the city of Pallantium near the spot where Rome was later built.
Female: Livia, feminine form of ‘Livius’ which may be related to either Latin liveo "to envy" or lividus "blue, envious".
Temperament:
Male: Diffident (meaning “hesitant, unconfident”)
Female: Spurious (meaning “not genuine, authentic, or true”)
Personality:
Male: Evander has an aura of ‘tainted innocence’ about him, possibly due to the situation surrounding his conception or birth with the appearance of the little creepers that guarded him and his siblings. Every now and then, something darker in him arises, and it’s most prevalent in his temper and often obstinate behavior, but truly he is soft-hearted male. Any time he does lose his temper, he feels guilty and tormented by the lack of control he has over it. As such, he tries to avoid conflict when possible so he cannot be provoked and that ugly side cannot be revealed to others. When he is stricken by one of those negative aspects of his personality or is otherwise feeling unsettled, he is more likely to resort to shrieks and cries often heard from the creepers rather than remain speaking in Soquilian.
There are times when he speaks about things he shouldn’t have known and has visions of past and future events though they’re always fragmented and plagued with more shrill screeches, resulting in nightmares. Evander dislikes the dark greatly, especially what’s lurking within it, and he dislikes sleeping even more as he is more often than not plagued by nightmares. If he could, he’d stay in a sunny world forever where he’d be protected from seeing the ‘shadow-monsters’ that torment his mind.
He greatly enjoys being around all of his family though he can’t help but feel that they’re too good for him and that he doesn’t wholly belong with such good Soquili. However, he does know he’s well-loved and accepted despite his uncontrollable flaws. While at ease and while the sun’s out, he can be energetic and spirited, but as soon as night falls, he goes much quieter and more reserved as the fear of darkness starts to settle in again.
Female: Livia is… a very special young female to put it nicely. Ever since day one, she has been unable to see her Auntie, hinting at something certainly impure and possibly developing sinister within her. She believes Yunai is nothing more than a ghostly creature that she can hear and touch. As such, she tries to avoid being near her at all costs, when she can detect Yunai anyway, as Livia dislikes the feeling of being watched. Thus, she grew to become stealthier and warier of her surroundings, easily taking in observations to quickly determine how best to approach the next situation as well as to keep track of the web of lies she tends to spin for fun.
She’s still a manipulator in training though she does have a few tricks up her sleeve so far, such as pretending to be naïve and innocent and acting like the perfect little daughter and sister. She’ll always have a childish sense about her, especially when it comes to pranks and interactions with others, but don’t be fooled. She knows exactly what she’s doing, no matter who it hurts and how much it hurts them. The only ones she wouldn’t dare touch when it comes to manipulation would be her family at this current time for it is her greatest fear to be left alone in the world.
Underneath it all, she’s a cowardly little girl, desperate for attention.
An additional side-effect to the taint that no doubt caused such corruption in a child born to two innocent adults is Livia’s ability to see shadow-creatures lurking in the darkness and trying to get free. Because of them and their creepy coldness, Livia hates being alone, especially alone in the dark. Although she may pretend to be afraid of things for the sole sake of getting attention, she would loathe to have one of her few actual fears found out in case someone could use them against her.
Prompt for male: “Your recurring nightmare has come back once again. It scares you to death and gives you chills, but you know it could never happen in real life (or can it?). What is the nightmare?”
Prompt response for male: Shrieks were thrown throughout the air. Shrill screeches followed suit, as if a heated dispute was going on. Jarring sounds were heard from all angles, every area, all around, inside. Inside. They couldn’t be ignored; they screamed to be heard from the growing darkness that threatened to engulf everything. There was no existence, no life, no end of life, no afterlife in these bleak surroundings, just shrieks of loathing calling out from everywhere around him as he desperately darted away from the encroaching shadows. He had no physical sensation of galloping, flying, or anything of the sort, but he knew he was moving somehow. Just not fast enough. Easily, the shadows washed over him like the tumultuous waves of a perfect storm, and now, finally, there was silence.
But he was still at unease. It was too quiet now; he couldn’t even hear himself breathing. Was this the nonexistence? Then why was he still aware of himself to the extent that he had this sense of awareness? And why did he feel fear if nothing else existed either? No sight, no hearing, no scents, no touches… nothing, and yet… somehow he could sense another entity in the darkness, lurking just beyond his reach and around his periphery if he did have vision. He knew it was watching him with sightless eyes, waiting for reasons unknown. No matter how far he tried to flee in this never ending dark world, it always seemed the same amount of distance away, the perfect stalker.
Steadily his senses returned. First, he felt cold, inside and out, but he could not shiver or shake the feeling. Next, he heard his breathing, ragged and heavy, only natural from the fear permeating throughout him from his very core. More fear filled him as he tried to keep from breathing, for surely if he could now hear his own breathing and smell his fear, his stalker could too.
A screech was heard from the side, followed by the sudden feeling of scales scratching across his legs, causing him to let out a sound of pain that jostled him from the shadowed world to a much brighter one.
He woke up with that same sound, panting heavily with sweat soaking his coat and matting his mane down greatly. Immediately he tried to scoot away from where he had been sleeping, as if the scaly creature that scratched him was still there, but he found he could not move a muscle in his legs or neck to lift his head. His breathing became more ragged as the fear grew stronger, his eyes wider as he struggled to at least roll his head around so he could get a better look at his surroundings. It was brighter now than it had been earlier, but the shadows were still moving and tendrils of darkness slithered from the shadow-drenched areas of the cave towards him.
Desperately, he continued to try and shake free of the grip of fear that had settled into his very core. Words tried to be expressed from his vocal cords, but nothing came out except more shrieks like the ones he had heard in his dream. The tendrils of shadow latched onto his legs, wrapping around them tightly as they snaked up his body, threatening to consume him whole, and as he tried to shout for help, he just kept screeching instead. Finally his muscles loosened, and he was able to kick at the darkness, but it was to no avail. The more he struggled, the quicker it covered him.
As it ate its way up his body, pain seared across every area it touched, burning away his skin to the flesh and bone, eating away like acid had been poured onto him. More cries of pain and horror escaped his mouth as he could do nothing but feel it, regardless if he had his eyes opened or closed. His bones creaked as they melted and collapsed upon themselves, becoming a new structure as the flesh quickly regrew over them, using the opaque shadows as skin. Soon, before he knew it, the pain was gone again, but the fear remained present. His vision was gone, but his other senses greater now. His ears twitched as they heard movement, but he wasn’t sure if he was more disturbed by hearing something or by feeling like his ears were much longer than they should have been. Appendages stuck out of his back, twitching as well, and his legs… his legs no longer felt quite right.
Before he could even get remotely close to guessing what had just happened, he heard roaring from somewhere in the darkness, and again it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
Again, he startled awake, this time lifting his head immediately from the ground to glance around at his surroundings though he saw nothing in his spooked state. Within mere moments, he had risen to his hooves and booked it out of the cave in which he had taken residence, emerging into the bright daylight which, at first, blinded him due to the contrast of the dark cave, but he welcomed the sensation. The warmth alone made it all better, even if he kept his eyes closed as he faced the sun above. Once he felt he was able to open his eyes without feeling like they’d melt out of their sockets—he’d had enough imaginary pain felt in his nightmare to have to deal with additional real pain—he opened them enough to be able to look around at his surroundings again. Bright, crisp, clean, the vision before him was near perfect. Out of the corner of his eye, he could still see the shadows lurking at the mouth of the cave, small tendrils disintegrating as they hit sunlight. He couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight of them burning up into nonexistence, but it was a bittersweet smile as he knew it couldn’t be forever light, and he would have to sleep again eventually.
Prompt for female: "While out picking flowers with your mother, you come across a bird with a broken wing. What do you do?"
Prompt response for female: Livia didn’t particularly care much for the hag that always told her to be good and ‘well-behaved’. Well, she would be who she wanted to be and when she wanted to be. She certainly wasn’t about to follow the advice of someone she couldn’t see. How silly that would be! But, she had to admit, the hag had a point. Be kind in public, and others will be more likely to shower gifts upon you. Be terrible in public, and others will spurn and ignore you. Pah, being ignored was certainly not her forte, and she’d definitely make it known when someone was irritating her. But not directly, oh no, that would be too obvious, and that only succeeded in garnering more negative attention which was an ultimate no-no for she could get away with far less by acting like a child with a temper tantrum in public.
Such thoughts remained in her mind as she hummed lightly, a habit she had picked up to make herself seem even more harmless and oblivious than she already did. Who didn’t like an innocent little darling who seemed incapable of knowing what dangers were lurking around? True, she didn’t know much of the world yet, but that would change in time. Akemi seemed reasonable enough with wanting to take her out and about to explore more. Livia remained quite happy with that deal as it was dreary being stuck with the same Soquili day in and day out in this altogether too-happy display of over-cheeriness all the day that honestly made her want to have the ability to regurgitate just so she’d have the excuse of being ‘too sick’ to be around and endure it all.
One of her ears flicked as she caught some words of potential interest in the wind, making her turn her head to glance to the area where her mother was picking flowers. That’s what Livia should have been doing too. For once, she didn’t mind this action as she did enjoy flowers and their scents. Plus… it was adorable to say you were out picking flowers with your mother all afternoon. Definite bonus points there.
Carefully, she stepped amongst the flowers to avoid crushing any of them as she looked around for the best looking flowers she could find in this area., still humming along to a tune she picked up somewhere yet could not exactly place where. Her ear flicked again, and this time her humming stopped as she thought she caught the sound of chirping.
Immediately, her skin felt like it tried to crawl backwards over her muscles as she heard the single chirp, thinking it to be one of those creatures that only came out with the shadows. It was plenty light out right now so it couldn’t be one of them, or could it be? Her interest piqued, she strolled forward, still careful about where she placed her hooves, until she reached the source of the chirping, and her whole body relaxed when she saw that it was just what it had sounded like: a bird with a misshapen wing that made Livia wince a little just by looking at it. How painful it looked! Beyond this feeling though, she still felt nothing for the bird itself. She raised her head to look around to see if her mother had noticed the chirping, and Livia remained like that, seemingly staring off into space as she watched and listened. Her mother hadn’t seemed to notice after all.
A grin began to spread across her countenance, but Livia quickly stifled it, now searching the area with her other senses to see if her mother’s supposed sister was nearby. Livia couldn’t smell her scent currently, or at least not a fresh one anyway, and there didn’t appear to be any impressions on the surrounding grasses where a fellow Soquili might be standing so Livia figured she must not be here either. Now her grin did come back as she glanced down at the bird and made a soft hissing sound between her teeth.
Soon, a voice was heard, simply asking ‘You called?’ before Livia nodded softly and motioned towards the bird with her snout before she whispered, “Dinner is served. Be quick about it before Mother notices I’ve been staring at this grass for too long.” Her last words were almost snapped out as she glanced up again to investigate to make sure she was safe and that Mother-dearest didn’t know she was letting the bird get eaten by the snake that had slithered up at her call.
“Quick!” she hissed sharply before sniffling and trotting towards her mother when she caught her looking towards her. Livia promptly bumped her snout into her mother’s neck affectionately and made a distraught sound as she stuttered out, “Mama… I f-found feathers with b-blood on them…” She knew her mother wasn’t stupid, but if the snake got away quick enough with the rest of the bird, she would technically be telling the truth.
Future plots:
1. Hello World! This is a fairly standard plot that would allow Evander/Livia to interact with family members so initial interactions and views can be established and thus built upon in later plots. Other characters are more than welcome to be part of this plot for the sake of establishing early relationships for later possible development.
2. Excuse Me, I think You Dropped Your…Scale? Evander/Livia has a fascination of scales and leathery skin so it is only natural that s/he’d be interested in investigating and learning about reptiles in the area. As a foal, s/he’d have little fear of solid creatures and would naturally try speaking to whatever lizard, snake, etc. s/he would have found. This plot would involve others possibly discovering his/her gift for communicating with scaly critters.
3A. The Darkness…it speaks to me Evander-only plot. This plot involves Evander confessing about his nightmares (though claiming he didn’t remember what happened) and other basic fears they may have regarding the nature of himself.
3B. The Darkness…it speaks to me Livia-only plot. This plot involves Livia finding a mentor, someone preferably evil or at least adept with the art of manipulation. Depending on the nature of this relationship, Livia may open up about the shadows she sees and the skills that come with it.
4A. I See You, Do You See Me? Evander-only plot. Evander will try his hand at flirtation, but he’s an awkward fella and will need some guidance for how to woo the ladies. It’d be awesome if his father, older brother, or other male could show him the ropes for this plot. Depending on how previous interactions go, the lady he tries to woo may be someone he already knows.
4B. Stone Cold Fox Adult-Livia-only plot. This would involve a possible romance-attempt, if the rp develops that way. Basically, this plot would allow Livia to exercise and practice her ‘feminine wiles’ and put her manipulation to the test to see if she can successfully woo a male without getting attached. Before this plot, she’s never felt that sort of attachment to anyone or anything, excluding herself.
5A. Is This All There Is? Adult-Evander-only plot. Depending on how previous interactions and plots go, this plot may no longer be applicable. Evander will have been consumed by the darkness pervading his very soul and will have nearly finally succumbed to it. He no longer suffers from nightmares while sleeping as every day is a living nightmare. The kind-hearted Evander will be very faint, and it’d take a great amount of trust, respect, and perhaps love to break him free of the shadows’ hold on his mind. Yes, he might go dark side, folks.
5B. Oh Baby, Baby Adult-Livia-only plot. Depending on how previous interactions and plots go, this plot may no longer be applicable. Having grown lonesome and tiresome of dunderheaded males, Livia has the grand idea to take up an apprentice, regardless if they want to learn from her or not. It’s possible she may pluck someone away by random to see how they handle the pressure of a kidnap and then go from there, or, if she already knows of someone with potential, she’ll steal them away instead to begin training.
Do you Rp?: yes!
Links to past Rps:
The few I have in Soquili so far are uncompleted as I’m still a bit of a newbie even though I’ve had my current soquili for over a year. –sweatdrops- Basically, I’ve been busy and I’m sure the people I’ve got rps with are as well, but I am trying to get more rps in Soquili going!
These are active/unfinished rps I’m currently in:
A Dark and Stormy Afternoon
Haunting Night Beneath the Moon
How active are you in Soquili?: I tend to check in everyday unless school eats my ability to remember.
Comments: Like I said, I’m a newbie, and I’m trying to get into the rp aspect of Soquili though I’ve been a rper for a while.
I think having a soquili starting from foal-stage with an already built-in family would be a great way to get more involved with the soquili community.
If you want to see completed rps of mine from somewhere else, I’d be more than happy to send you excerpts/links to them. ^^
Regardless of how this contest turns out, I certainly can’t wait to see what the foals in those baskets look like. xD
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 12:58 am
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: Syaoran-Puu
Soquili's name:
Male: Keme : Native American Algonquin name meaning "secret."
Female: Iris : Greek name meaning "rainbow." In mythology, this is the name of a rainbow goddess. In use by the English as a feminine name, and by the Jews as a unisex name.
Temperament:
Male: Cryptic
Female: Mystifying
Personality:
Male: Silent, Surprising, Wishful
Keme can sometimes be seen as cold and distant, but in his heart he is pure. The issue that Keme has is his inability to talk, while he can listen and understand he has forever been unable to utter a word.... the sound he does make tends to make others scorn him and because of this he has distance himself from those he doesn't know or trust. Since he only attempts to communicate with those he trusts he is often seen as cryptic and mysterious, and deep down Keme does enjoy placing puzzles or hidden meanings into his 'words'... though he does admit that he often gets frustrated when it takes him several attempts to get any sort of meaning across.
Keme has an interest pretty stones, and will often go and sit on a pebble beach just so he can explore a large variety of different colours, textures and patterns all at once. He has a small collection, and his siblings have helped to add to it with their 'birthday' gifts to him.... but since Keme is a private stallion he keeps it hidden, and only his siblings are ever allowed to view it. The spot is known as his 'happy place', and when his mother asks him where he is going he always stamps his right hoof and smiles.... meaning:: travel to happy place.
Keme surprisingly dislikes travelling and wandering constantly, he secretly enjoys the consistency that accompanies staying in one place for a while. This doesn't mean that he won't travel with his family, since his need to be around those that 'understand' him without him having to make a show of his inability to speak is more valuable to him.
Female: Motivated, Patient, Secretive
Gentle spirited, but with a dark temper at times. It is almost as if she is 'possessed' since for the most part her personality is almost yin-and-yang. Although she can have a temper she has never and would never physically strike someone else. From a distance she looked ethereal and almost hauntingly beautiful, a phantom of your imagination....
Iris is quite by nature, preferring to observe than participate at times. Yet when she has a goal she moves with deadly purpose, using all her skills with word and beauty to get what she wants -of course her goals rarely have anything to do with her own needs but those of others, especially her family.
She is often cursed with nightmares, a lingering from her tormenting little demon that guarded her basket purpose? Or perhaps that is simply an excuse she tells herself to make it seem less scary, for each nightmare chills her to the bone waking her up in a cold sweat.... she fears that they are visions of a dark future.
Prompt:
I shall write as Keme (male).
Keme is on a hunt for his voice, one of his siblings is playing a trick on him and tells him that he can find answers if he goes out in a rain storm and talks to a rock.... gullible and wanting a voice he ventures forth to do just that....
NB: If it's not in the personality of either sibling to do this then he will overhear a stranger, or a couple of foals who know he is lurking nearby and take the opportunity to play a trick on him since he is 'different' and unable to tell on them.
Prompt response:
Keme's ears twitched at the first sounds of the storm. The sky rumbled and heavy rain droplets splashed to the ground with such force that sometimes he winced from the impact. One of his siblings had told him weeks ago about a special fairy that granted voices to those unlucky few, all they had to do was find her... but the conditions needed to be right, he had been told that the fairy feared storms and would hide inside a rock....
It was for this reason that Keme’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. His determination didn’t waver even from the constant spatter of rain that attacked him, and the harsh wind that blew his hair into his face. For as long as Keme had known he had always wished for a voice, to be ‘normal’, and if such a thing was possible he had to try!
Shaking with anticipation he took his first step towards his destiny. The rain was heavy, making his path hard to see but still he continued. He caught glimpses of shadows and the movement of trees and plants as the storm raged, he could see why the fairy didn’t like such a thing... so much so, he was sure his mother would be angry if she caught him. Guilt flashed into his eyes, he didn’t want his mother or father to worry.... but nor could he let this opportunity slide.
Something moved in the corner of his eye, the fairy? Excitement bubbled within him. Had he found her? Unable to contain his excitement he bounded forward toward the rock, it was no more than a small pebble but Keme was sure he had seen it move! He opened his mouth, ”.....ggggg....” nothing came out beyond the normal gurgle, but surely a fairy that granted voices was used to such things? His eyes pleaded, he stamped his right hoof and then his left, repeated the action, his version of ‘please’.
He did it again, perhaps the fairy had not seen? It was hard to see after all. The wind blew harder and Keme felt a chill all the way to his bones, his heart felt heavy.... would he be ignored? He was about to give up, for Keme was not one to beg or bug someone who did not want him around... but the rock moved. Wide eyes looked at it, he refused to blink, and as the wind picked up again it moved once more! He smiled. Was the fairy trying to tell him not to give up? That she was cold? An idea struck, so marvellous that Keme couldn’t help himself as he curled up around the little rock, bringing it towards the warmth of his heart. Perhaps this was a two way deal? If the fairy hated storms so much, perhaps the little creature simple wanted someone to stay with them and keep them warm? I can do that! Keme thought, his eyes never leaving the little rock that rested with him.
The wind continued to howl all night, the rain splashed down, the thunder roared and the lightning crashed.... but Keme refused to give up. He tried talking to the rock, to bring it comfort even with his lack of voice. Eventually he fell asleep, his little body consumed with a heavy tiredness that even anticipation and excitement couldn’t overcome.
--------------------- Early Morning ---------------------
Lazily his eyes opened, and for a moment Keme had forgotten all about his late night mission. The sun shone bright and happily upon him, warming him to the core. A soft silent yawn consumed him, and just as he was about to stand up in search of his mother he saw it... the rock!
Everything came back, and excitedly he nosed the little rock in the hopes of waking the fairy up. He made a clicking sound with his lips, ‘wake up’. The rock didn’t move. Didn’t shake. Didn’t.... do anything? Had the fairy left? His brow was heavy as he looked at it...
He coughed, a sudden chill running through his tiny body.... tears tumbled from his eyes and his bottom lip wobbled. Was he not worth a voice? Even after he kept the fairy warm and safe all night from the storm? Standing to his hooves he ran home, ran to the warmth of his mothers gentle embrace.
One thought refused to leave him as he went.... he would forever be a mute.
Future plots:
Male:
Although Keme shall always remain a mute, he will go on several quests to find his voice... until eventually settling on a form of communication that doesn’t require verbal words. This could be mime or sign language... only time will reveal his destiny.
A friend! Keme is going to find it hard as a young foal to connect with others, and for this reason I want some of the other young foals he meets to avoid him or make fun of him for his voice (this could be a good opportunity for one of his siblings to stand up for him?) ...he will shy away from new soquili, but one day I would like him to make one true friend. The friendship wouldn’t have an easy start, perhaps he meets someone in trouble (or just thinks they are) and this overwhelms his new instinct to avoid others.... either way I would like him to eventually make a true friend who could help him find his ‘voice’.
Collection. Keme starts a pretty rock collection (perhaps because he is looking for pretty rocks for the fairy to hid in –at the beginning at least) and I think it would be fun for him to go on a hunt for a rock of legend with his siblings!
Something for Mummy, Keme loves his Mummy and I think it will be really sweet if he goes in search of something as beautiful as her for Mothers day.
Lots more ideas... XD... Keme really has my muses rushing and gushing! Hehehe.
Female:
I would like Iris to find someone who can interpret dreams/nightmares, so that she can discover if hers really do hold any meaning.... even if they say no though, she will be convinced that they do! And because of this she will go in search of a witch doctor to lift the curse from her.
Depending on the witch doctor, I can almost see Iris becoming a pupil! (she would be more of a medicine woman)
Iris is an observer, and I can see her trying to figure out how things work... such as flying, before she ever attempts it. She will probably only try it when she believes she has worked out the physics... of course that won’t actually help her when she first tries, and she will feel foolish (especially when she falls head first into the mud). It will take her longer to learn since she will have to first learn to understand her instincts, and participate rather than simple observe.
Flower picker! I can see Iris going in search of a rare flower so that she can be as beautiful as her mother (she will feel ‘less’ than her mother to begin with, but only because she believes her mother is the most stunning creature alive!).
Sibling love, I would love for something to happen that brings her closer to her siblings... perhaps one gets in a situation that needs her to save/help them?
Do you Rp?:
YES! XD Lots.....
Links to past Rps:
Don't hold your breath Sato Shibuya and Zeeke
Mistaken Identity Drashi and Serenity
Mine! Blood-Queen Lana'thel and Demon
Swept Away! Maion and Pele
Three baskets.... don't panic! Chandra and Sonnet
Eye's so bright and new Crown Cullen and Heze
What have we here? Jayden and Terra Styker
Once upon a time.... Gishoni and Suada
See my Teepee for a full list.
How active are you in Soquili?:
Very, though I usually stick to the RP forums when I am not doing my spotlight duties.
Comments:
Just moved, my net will be back up fully on the 6th December (yay) so may be slow to reply until then.... also.... the 5th is a good day XD my daughter is 2 on the 5th! hehehe.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:51 am
HOMGDONE USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: -[The Spoof]-
Soquili's name: (sorry in advance for a probable butchering of the phonetic pronunciation...I can say it myself out loud but not entirely certain how to put the sounds into words...)
Male: Arcencieux (ark-ahn-see-uh) (literally: arch in heaven/heavenly arch, derived from the word 'arc-en-ciel' which means rainbow in french, cieux can mean either 'heaven' or 'the sky', therefore -my- interpretation of the word would be heavenly rainbow) Ares as a nickname.
Female: Aresenciel (ah-ray-ahn-see-ell) (literally: arches in the sky; plural form of 'rainbow' in french; -my- interpretation of the word would be 'double rainbow'...though it actually is just the word for more than one rainbow. I'm assuming context would be important when using the word in a sentence. I'd call her Ara for short.
Temperament: (The one that shall go on the cert)
Male: Sparkling
Female: Amused
Personality:
Male or Female: Cheery, Artistic, Determined; for the intent of this entry I will go with the female P.o.V, and will be using the nickname 'Ara'.
Despite her mutations making her and her siblings look a bit different from the rest of their family, Ara is a happy foal who usually ignores the stares her unique features draw. With such a large, varied family she has been exposed to all sorts of shenanigans and tends to look on most things with a grain of amusement, even if really, she's quite angry by being covered in paint. (They will rue the day...) She likes to watch her father make art and has recently begun experimenting with her own work. Mainly painting on rocks with paints made from natural made dyes. She has not shown them to anyone yet, preferring to practice in secret first before letting her genius be known to the world.
Once she does reveal them to others, it will become apparent that she is either not the best artist in the world, or colorblind. The truth will be a little while in coming but eventually her family will notice that she does not perceive color in the same was they do.
Growing older will be her trying to overcome her disability and make great art despite it. What had been a passive interest blooms into a passion to overcome what nature/mutations have dealt her. A lot of time will be spent with her father, learning at his hip what colors go well together and taking hours to absorb the details of the colors she can't really differentiate. I'm thinking she might come up with some sort of system to keep paints and other things to compare things to, so she can tell what color it is.
Prompt: ((Writer's block mixed with my own~ also, I have discovered it makes me uncomfortable even with permission to work with other peoples' characters...DX so sorry if Lolli seems awkward, Sage.))
You have noticed your father tends to leave artwork laying around partially completed, always distracted by the next idea. You run across a mostly finished piece but somehow wreck it. Now you're faced with having to tell your father about it.
Prompt response:
Ara was in her hide-y hole, formed naturally by the twisting roots of an ancient tree. It was just large enough for her to fit comfortably and still be able to have a range of motion. The paintbrush in her mouth was being rolled around in her teeth at present, as she tried to paint on the bark of the tree a picture of her mother and aunt together. As new teeth marks were carved into her paintbrush, she decided to give it up for the day. Poking at it trying to force something to come would not help, she had discovered. With a disappointed sigh, she'd hoped this would be the stepping stone to making something she was proud enough of to show her father, she dropped the paintbrush and rolled to her feet.
Crouching, as the little space was also a low space, she slithered out of the hole (careful not to catch a wing on the roots...that always hurt) and into the open air. Squinting against the bright light (her eyes were fairly sensitive) Ara trotted off to where her family lived but tripped suddenly. Catching herself with her wings (she wasn't allowed to fly yet, but they were still good for balance) she peered behind her to see what had tripped her up. Laughing, she saw one of her father's numerous projects laying there, innocently. It was an arrangement of rocks that couldn't reasonably be moved, but really, did he have to create it in the open? She laughed to herself.
Taking a closer look, she saw that it was not just rocks, but small bleached bones, pieces of wood, and there was even a pearl here and there. Where he'd gotten all of the tiny thing she didn't know but she saw it was a mural/mosaic depicting a beautiful sunset over some mountains. The thing she'd tripped over was a jutting rock that served as the mountain range with a dusting of some type of powder or paint on top. It must have still been wet because there was now a big gash in the coat revealing the gray rock underneath. With a frown, she leaned forward and tried to rub it away but the paste was nearly dry and simply smeared. Ara looked sadly at the marred piece of artwork and turned away in search of her father to see how it might be fixed.
A short time later, she stumbled upon him, paintbrush in his mouth and diligently working on a mural. It wasn't clear what it was just yet, but it was her father. She was sure it was going to be amazing when (if) he finished it.
"Daddy!" she called, gaining his attention, "I...maybe accidentally tripped over your pretty sculpture. The white on the mountain is wrecked."
She looked down in shame, eyes watering just a little bit. Ara knew it was silly, but she felt so bad about scuffing his beautiful work.
"It's okay honey, which sculpture were you talking about? I can probably fix it," he said reassuringly.
"Here, I'll show you!" she replied, for it was easier to just lead him to it than to try to get him to remember where each of his projects was.
With a still bowed head, she led the way back to the pretty mountain piece and showed her father what she'd done. "Here it is..."
Lollipop bent his head to examine the piece, "Ah, of course. This one..." he mumbled to himself, "It's an easy fix, I've got some of this stuff left."
Ara slumped in relief. She'd known it was a minor bit of damage but had felt horrible all the same. Her own work took hours and this piece must have taken days to gather all the pieces present. There were details she hadn't seen before, mother of pearl shining in the sunlight caught her eye and she leaned in to look closer.
Her father was standing over her, smiling at her back and watching as she examined the piece. "What do you think, my rainbow?"
She made a face, her father was big on the nicknames, but considered the question. "I really like it, where did you get all the stuff that you used? It must have taken forever!"
Lolli considered his answer before replying. It was truly a lifetime's worth of collecting represented in the piece below them, "Well, sweetling, any time I see something I like or think is unique, I pick it up. You never know when you might need something in a piece of art."
Ara nodded solemnly, she had already experienced this. She picked up large, flat rocks any time she found them. They were great for painting, and that brought her around to the thought of her current work. Inspiration struck and she nuzzled her father before saying goodbye, scampering off to her hideaway to work on a new painting. "Let me know when this one is finished! I wanna see it!" she called over her shoulder.
Her father stood there, bemused, "It is finished...the white paint was all that was left..." he mumbled.
Shaking his head in amusement, his daughter would make a great artist someday. He knew she was working on something in secret and thought it was cute she was working so hard to make it look good. Hopefully she would show him her work soon, he didn't care if it was stick figures drawn in charcoal. It would be something she made and that would make it priceless. Besides, he'd not gotten to be as amazing as he was overnight, it would take her some time too. Looking down, he decided he liked the scuff mark the way it was, and actually added a few of his own. It'd been what the piece was missing, he realized. Now the rock/mountain looked a lot more realistic...ah, his daughter was a blooming artist and she didn't even know it yet.
THE END!
Future plots:
The Discovery (foal)
Ara finally creates a painting that is (in her own opinion) worth showing her family. It is a painting on a rock of bunch of butterflies or something but where the colors should be vibrant and pretty they are dim and muted. Black is used where reds, oranges, and yellows should be. Sometimes it's all mixed up, and overall it is not pleasing to the eye. The design is good for a foal her age, but it becomes clear that she is unable to distinguish the warmer colors from blacks, grays, and blues.
She will likely be in denial for a while, but the experience simply makes her more determined to create beautiful art and she throws herself at sculpture and things that do not necessarily require an eye for color.
Working Through (foal ---> young adult)
Spending lots of time with her father, she eventually makes a color wheel that she uses to compare the different shades of gray and black that the warmer colors appear as for her. Matching an apple against the color red changes the way she, until now, has been doing art. This would be an rp between her and her father, eventually discovering that she can match colors as long as she can compare them and they make the wheel together.
A Wink is All it Took (young adult)
The type of colorblindness that Ara has is very rare (I did research on it, a detailed explanation will be provided in my teepee if I win her/him), it is even rarer to have it only in one eye. Despite these odds, an afternoon of goofing off and making faces at each other with her siblings leads to the discovery that if she closes one eye she can see the colors she has been missing her whole life. Astounded, she rushes to her father to share the news. This leads to her color wheel retiring and an eyepatch being added to her wardrobe. Her work makes a huge leap in color theory and a small part of her that resented her eyes unwinds. RP with both siblings and leading into a small one possibly with Lolli.
Auntie Dearest (foal, siblings)
Everyone in the family knows of Auntie Yunai's unique ability to be unseen by those impure. It had been Akari's secret fear (sorry, taking liberties, it can be somebody else's secret pondering if you like) that her children would be tainted by the strange creatures haunting her baskets at their birth. This fear was communicated to Ara by a conversation overheard between her mother and aunt. One day, Yunai is playing hide and seek with the foals and it is Ara's turn to be 'it'. She counts, they hide, and after a few minutes of searching Yunai is called off to go do something. Ara searches frantically for her aunt, getting her siblings in on it (whom she found earlier) and the three become convinced that they have become 'evil' somehow. Distraught, they run to their mother and gibber about being 'evil now' and 'please tell aunt Yunai that we're sorry' etc.
Yunai pops out of somewhere and looks at them, feels bad but also highly amused as the foals look at her in astonishment and proceed to run at her, tackling her in their happiness at not being evil.
Hoarder (young adult/adult)
Ara has a small cave full of junk that she has collected for use in sculpture. Everything from feathers, to beads, to small nuggets of gold...she's got it all. Her pieces continue to improve in design, color, and over all appeal. One day a soq comes along and takes a bunch of stuff from her cave. (Possibly looking at Flann's Luthias for this (should she agree), as he is a dragon-esque treasure hoarder so would decide it was all his anyway) She hunts them down and tries to take it back...pretty much just start the rp and see where it goes from there; will she fight, negotiate, steal it back, etc.
Also the typical family rp; basket poppings, flying lessons, sibling bonding, finding foal friends, etc.
Do you Rp?:
Aaaabsolutely! I have always enjoyed rp and like to think I'm at least decent at it. C: My inspiration tends to come in spurts, directly correlating to how many hours I have put into school and work from week to week. Usually I get tags out in a week - two weeks at the latest.
Links to past Rps: (Prefer completed rps)
What is this Feeling? - practically new (though incomplete, it is fairly long so gives a good example of my skills, also a system of rolling I like to use when lacking muse/inspiration)
A Heart to Heart - kinda recent
Bond Forged in Blood - sorta recent
Survival of the Fittest - sorta old
I'll Be Your Pretty Little Doll - oldold
How active are you in Soquili?:
I log on every day without fail. Though I don't post in the main thread all that often, I'm on aim almost everyday and I stalk the thread constantly...it's kinda creepy. Dx
Comments:
Love the rainbows and thanks so much for holding this contest! I had a lot of fun scouring my brain (and my french textbooks) for ideas and inspiration. 8D Names are inspired by Lolli's little hat which reminds me of a beret which reminds me of a Frenchman. c: Being colorblind was what instantly popped into my head when reading the riddle that seems to imply bat-like mutations.
Also, I feel that my entry is interchangeable no matter the gender of the basket. Possibly change 'daddy' to 'dad' for a boy, but that's it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 5:15 pm
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: Elf Princess Flannery
Soquili's name:
Male: Achillies (meaning without lips)
Female: Azillin (a name I have always loved)
Temperament: (The one that shall go on the cert)
Male: Mute
Female: Catatonic
Personality:
Male: Shy, Artistic, Quiet
Achillies is shy and emotionally distant from others, although he loves his parents and family, he feels different from them and misunderstood. He feels overwhelmed with his fathers hyper state of being, and at times avoids him, but thinks Lolli is the only family member he can truly relate to (because he is different for obvious reasons and has an artistic talent.)
Achillies enjoys collecting clay, minerals, and plants to make paints for his father. He spends time with his father when he is painting, and enjoys watching him. Achillies has a talent, he can paint and create art like his father but is to embarrassed to show or tell anyone. He is very critical about his work and is rarely satisfied with any of it.
His mother Akari is sweet and loving, he knows she loves him deeply and takes comfort under her wings. Achillies does not share or talk much with his mother, and expresses what he needs or wants with expressive body language. Actually he does little to no talking at all, he is mostly mute, his mother occasionally tries to get him to speak, just to hear is voice, but gives up and holds him under her feathers, accepting him as he is.
Female: Unstable, Catatonic, Neurotic
In this filly the creature on the basket affected more than just her physical appearance, it affected her mind aswell, twisting and weaving an unbalance in her that could not be ignored.
Azillin, like her father, is hyper and uncontrollable. Her mouth runs a mile a minute and her mood shifts drastically and often violently. If she were human she might be diagnosed with bi-polar disorder, or catatonic schizophrenia, and ADHD. This pony is a handful to say the least, but through all her fits and tantrums she will have moments of absolute love and compassion, Akari holds on to these moments and does her best to soothe her child through these tantrums, remembering how sweet she can be.
Azillin feels emotions like everyone else, but for her they are magnified and exhausting (flexing from estatic to complete rage within minutes). After one of Azillins episodes, she will calm and be very sleepy, she may nap for an hour or listen her mother tell her stories.
Azillin will love like no other and hate like no other, even though her emotions are extreme, her episodes are often short lived. Only a mother like Akari could express so much love and understanding in such a difficult child, and Azillin is eternally grateful (even if she doesnt express it).
Prompt: The little pony wants to make a present for their mother/father. Write who to they decide to make the gift for, why they chose that parent, how they make the gift, and reaction to giving it.
Prompt response:
(I did my best to imagine how Akari and Lolli would interact with each other, given the information on the first page. Forgive me if they are inaccurate)
Achillies had been quiet as usual that morning, and had wandered off on his morning walk about the territory. He never strayed far from the family, and remained within shouting distance if his mother desired to call him. He had been collecting his own set of dies and minerals and colors, like he had done for his father, but kept his a secret. Achillies was making a family portrait on a slab of rock. He wanted to express how much he loved them, his parents, siblings and grandmother.
Gripping a chunk of pale chalk with is mouth Achillies sketched the rough shapes of his family members. With their forms complete he continued to color them, problem was he didn't have the colors to paint them. His family is blessed with the colors of the rainbow, and made up of every shade and color in the spectrum. He had managed to gather reds, greens, and even yellows but the violets and blues were missing from his portrait. He looked up at the clear sky wishing he could borrow its color.
He had looked as far as he dared to wander, but found nothing sufficient for his painting. He had discovered blueberries a few weeks back but regretfully ate them. With the blueberries in his head, Achillies left his painting to look for more. After much wandering through dense woods and overgrowth, he found the blueberry bushes he ate from a while back. He could find no berries on the bushes nor in the surrounding area. It was hopeless and he felt defeated, he cursed himself for eating the berries so greedily.
Achillies' heart ached, he desperately wanted to impress his father, but if he couldn't find the right colors he would feel as if he is a failure. He had no other way to express himself, words he thought were useless, he did not contain the vocabulary to express his feelings, thus remaining mute. Art, he felt, was his only means of expression. He could show what he wanted through body language. But how do you show compassion and love, how can you tell someone how much they mean to you if you haven't the vocabulary to say it to them? Achillies pondered over these concepts daily and often lost hours of his day meditating over it.
He did his best to pull himself together and returned to his mothers side with his tail hanging between his legs. Akari looked relived to see him, Achillies gave her a smile and trotted over to her, she lovingly embraced him with her wings. He savored her warmth and rested his head on her for a moment. Looking over her shoulder he could see his father a few yards away, Achillies ears perked with excitement, his mother released him, and he pranced over to see what his father was working on. Lolli had a pile a rocks and was arranging them in such a way that it created an image. Achillies watched him as he picked up the stones one by one, setting them down and moving them again impatiently.
"You see what it is don't you?"
Achillies smiled and nodded with amusement.
"Yes it's a butterfly!" Lolli exclaimed, and fluttered his wings. "Did you know butterflies exhibit polymorphism, mimicry and aposematism. Some, like the Monarch, will migrate over long distances, and some butterflies have evolved parasitic relationships with social insects like ants." He began to ramble facts about butterflies and lost interest in his rock arrangement.
Achillies gave his father an apathetic look, Lolli had already changed topics and left to look for flowers. The randomness was a part of his father he was not sure he would understand, Ah, when I'm older, he thought to himself, then maybe it will make sense.
As he watched his father prance off, he got the idea to borrow some of Lolli's paints. If he only took a little, he thought maybe Lolli wouldn't notice. Achillies gathered a flat rock and used it to scoop a bit of his fathers blue paint. He knew it was bad, but only took a small bit, father will like it when he sees it, he thought and dashed off again to his secret spot. He was delighted to finish his family portrait, he mixed the paint with water to spread it out farther, and had just enough to finish the blue and violet hues. He was satisfied with it, it would do, the illustrations of his family paled in comparison to their true beauty but everything that needed to be there was there.
As he was pondering on when he should lead his father here to show him, a shadow cast over him. Achillies hairs bristled and he spun his head to see his father standing over him. He gave him a surprised look and shifted nervously, shrinking his head back in submission. Lolli looked at the work critically, examining every line and stroke.
"Did you use my paint?"
Achillies nodded nervously and looked at the ground ashamed.
"I love it! I had no idea you could make such wonderful art!"
He looked up at Lolli, utterly surprised, he was certain he would be scolded.
"Your attention to detail is impressive for your age, I'm proud of you!" Lolli praised.
Achillies lip quivered and felt himself about to cry, he rushed to his father and burried his face in Lolli's shoulder. Relief washed over him, he didn't understand why he was crying but he couldn't stop.
"Oh! Don't cry! Im not upset you used my paint, realy im not. This was a nice surprise thank you!"
"Lolli! Why is my poor baby weeping?" Akari called out as she was landing near them.
"I'm not sure why! I followed him and saw him make this beautiful drawing of us, I asked if he used my paints to make it and he started to cry."
Akari motioned to Achillies and tucked him under her wings, "Oh, sweet heart you painted everyone so beautifully, are you upset because Lolli ruined the surprise?"
He nodded timidly.
"Im sorry I didn't mean to ruin the surprise, but I'm still surprised!"
"Me too! My baby has been off making this beautiful piece and I had no clue."
Achillies smiled at his parents who were both admiring his work, he felt better knowing he could successfully express his appreciation for them, especially Lolli, who he felt he had so much in common with yet so different. Having Lolli approve of his work made Achillies feel more complete and more accepted (more than he already was) than before.
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Azillin was playing a high energy game of tag with Lolli. The two were giggling, and she would occasionally let out a squeal of excitement. He was bouncing and bounding, and she was leaping and dashing to keep up. She kicked and threw her skinny filly legs in a mad sprint to keep up with Lolli's long strides. Her heart and hooves pounded in rhythm, gaining top speed. She pulled in close behind him, and in one quick movement lightly nipped his left side. Azillin let out a thrilling shriek, and threw her head back. She reared and kicked and rapidly changed direction, she veared back looped around and ran full charge towards her mother Akari.
In this game, Akari was home base and that meant safe. Although the game looked like the two of them were just screaming and laughing in the meadow, Lolli was actually teaching her valuable survival techniques. Running and finding your way back home when in danger was an invaluable skill Azillin would need to know how to use when the time came. For now it was a game, and games were the only things she truly enjoyed fully focusing on.
Akari braced herself for the impact that was no doubt about to happen. Azillin slid on her hooves in attempt to slow, she instead tripped and fell on her rear. She slid and slipped through her mothers legs and got tangled in her long tail. She began to scream and kick wildly, this was not the sensation she had planned to experience and now felt trapped in the mass of hair. Azillin continued to kick, and struggled to find her footing. Akari pulled away, and lifted her tail revealing her kicking foal. Azillin screeched loudly, the sound rang in her parents ears.
Lolli held his ears flat to his head. "I think someone got to excited."
Azillin stopped screaming, and looked surprised at her own noise. She looked up and saw her parents looking at her patiently, she felt awkward and jumped to her feet and stormed off angrily. She flicked her tail with irritation and looked back at her mother. Azillin realized all her kicking had knotted her mothers tail and knocked most the flowers out of it. She was again embarrassed and felt sorry for making such a fuss.
The filly ran back to her mother with her head down, "Mommy I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to kick you and mess up your tail."
Akari kissed her child on the head, "Don't worry, I have already forgiven you."
"I'll make it better," She promised and pranced off again, tail and head held high.
Azillin was off to find flowers for her mother's hair. She ran all about the fields, picking as many flowers as she could fit into her tiny mouth. Her face was covered with pollen, and sneezed frequently. Lilies, daises, and wild flowers exploded from the corners of her mouth. She was very proud of her bouquet and was ready to take it back to her mother. Azillin turned and began to prance back to her mother, she heard a faint buzzing, getting louder by the second. Despite being part flutter, Azillin was afraid of most bugs, bees in particular and one was approaching the flowers on her face.
Azillin froze, a fat fuzzy bumble bee landed delicately on her snout. With her eyes crossed and looking at the bee on her face, her body filled with dread, without a second to waist she screamed. Azillin's shouting was so dreadful you would think she was being slaughtered, Akari responded, bolting into action. She screamed for her mother, dropping most her flowers, and raced to her mothers voice.
"Mama its a bee, its a bee, its a bee," Azillin screamed to her mother, her eyes were wide with fear. By the time she reached her mother, and Akari had wrapped her enormous rainbow wings around her, Azillins face was wet with tears. She huddled and wept in her mothers embrace, and shivered with fear. Akari gently hushed her and whispered sweet things in her ear. Azillins crying stopped and she realized she still had a flower stem clenched among her teeth.
She sniffled and stepped back, presenting the lily to her mother. Akari looked touched and bowed her head down, Azillin tucked the flower in the hair behind her head. The smile on Akari's face made Azillin smile too. She was so happy and proud to have such a beautiful and loving mother, and would not change her life for anything.
Future plots:
Achillies:
- Further struggles with identity, amongst his family and among the world.
- Finds it difficult to connect with other soquili, becomes a bit of a loner.
- While he lives in seclusion he discovers his hidden potentials and strengths.
Develops a greater understanding of who he is.
- Reconnect with his family, and siblings.
- Eventually find love and have a desire to have a family of his own.
Azillin:
- Her naive innocence is shattered when she realizes the world does not accept her as her mother does.
As a foal she does not quite realize just how different she is, when she gets older she will realize this and it will affect how she interacts with others.
- Will revert and stay close to the family. She could have some fun adventures with her brother or pay a visit to her grandmother.
- Make new friends who look past her differences and accept her as she is.
- As she discovers her independence, will get homesick and have a desire to stay close to the family.
In general:
-I want this soq to have a strong connection with the family and look forward to RP's with all the family members, and having lots of fun conversations and adventures.
Do you Rp?:
Yes all the time, I love developing stories and getting into deep plots.
Links to past Rps:
Fergus:
Marshland Warrior (character development rp)
The Chicken Leg Hut (Fergus and Baba)
When Petal Beasts Meet
Most recent with Luthias:
All that glitters is OUCH! (Luthias and Chatella)
This looks like a nice pla- Oh Shinny! (Luthias, Vesper)
Hey, that's mine! (Adrian, Luthias)
A link to my teepee if that interests you.
How active are you in Soquili?:
I don't post all over the guild but I lurk in most the forums, teepees and read others RP's and plot threads. I'm fairly new to Soquili, and have been blessed with three soq of my own! At first It took me a while to get used to the RP with my soq, (I was used to RP with little rules and limits and was not limited on how many characters I could create.) Once I have a good understanding of my characters personality I stick with it and get deeply involved in their plots, character development and get very attached to them. I don't have characters that I drop or get bored with, I always find a way to keep them fresh and interesting.
Comments:
Thank you for so graciously offering your basket to us, anyone would be honored to be a part of your soq family plot. (all of them a gorgeous by the way) Thank you again, this contest was really fun, and I enjoyed developing the characters.<3
Bonus time! First Creeper: Something snake like, I'm guessing fangs or a face mutation Second Creeper: horns on the tail or face, like a horned lizard, or snake like features Third Creeper: chirping and high pitch screeching sounds like a bat, I imagine this soq will have a bat inspired mutation, a bat looking snout maybe.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:49 pm
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: sbuggy166
Soquili's name:
Male: Aelliel
Female: Abba
Temperament:
Male: Fancy
Female: Fierce
Personality:
Male: it is so hard to make people understand what you are trying to say, so why waste words. Aelliel wished he was gifted in the arts like his father. he dosent really talk much, and prefers to share his ideas through pictures and drawings. this makes things difficult because he cant draw for crap, so his ideas never really come off quite right. often he has to give long elaborate explanations of what his pictures mean, and then make it even more confusing by explaining how the picture relates to what he is trying to tell you. no one really gets him so he often becomes frustrated easily and will usually just storm away muttering something about how you just dont understand. but dont worry it takes a lot to hurt his feelings, he is hard as a rock. he may not be very physically hyper, but his mind races like the wind. he can hardly hold one thought long enough to understand it himself, probably why his drawings are so bad. just be prepared to engage in a very lengthy conversation if you ever try and talk to him.
Female: Strength resides in the soul, all else is irrelevant. Abba cannot stand the weak. it is one thing to not be able to fight, but to never try because you know you will loose is unacceptable. be careful with what you say around her, she has a bad habit of spotting your weaknesses and pointing them out to you. its not like shes trying to make you feel bad, she is telling you so that you can fix them and become stronger. it does not matter if you fancy art or war, as long as you are passionate about your believes then you are deemed strong in Abba's eyes. its not about the strength of the body, but of the mind and soul.
Prompt:
Prompt response:
Male: there is a danger in the woods, what does Aelliel do?
Response: Aelliel ran as fast as he could towards home. he had been out minding his own business when something big swooped out of the sky and tried to grab him. his heart was pounding so fast, faster than the beat of his hooves on the ground. he burst into the clearing and ran up to his Pa. Aelliel was panting hard, to hard for him to speak, so he grabbed a stick in his mouth and began to scratch in the ground. a back, some legs, wings, teeth, his dad just cocked his head. it was obviously a kalona, except it looked more like a butterfly with long legs. Aelliel stomped his foot and snorted in frustration. "Pa dont you see it?! it is dangerous and it is flying at my wanting to eat me!" his dad still did not get it. "see those are the wings of the thing and it had long legs that could crush me." his dad simply chuckled and said, "now now son there is nothing to worry about, although they may look scary, butterflies cant harm you." how did he not understand! Aelliel could not take this any more, he turned and stomped off. "fine get eaten for all i care."
Female: flying lessons, and her siblings are wusses.
Response: Abba rolled her eyes as her older sibling stood by the edge of a cliff. mother was gently coxing and soothing telling em that it would be alright and that all you had to do was spread your wings and you would float gently down. this whole day had been rather frustrating for Abba, first off, Mother was soft. if her sibling was having a hard time flying then they should not be fawned over the whole day. Secondly, just jump off the freakin cliff! its not that hard to do, the hard part will be figuring out what to do after, but you can take care of that when you get there. Abba walked over to her sibling and gave em a hard shove, then watched as they went tumbling over the cliffs edge. of course instinct kicked in and they all landed just fine. she turned to her mother, "you could have done that earlier and we could be home by now, but you did not. you were too soft on them and we spent all day staring at the ground doing stupid exercises. next time if they dont want to do something then just leave em, their not worth it." Abba turned and jumped off the cliff before her mother could give a reply. the wind ripped by her, but she was not scared. the ground was fast approaching, Abba waited till the last minute to snap open her wings. the wind filled her wings and she angled them to were she turned back up into the sky. a few more flaps and she landed gracefully next to her siblings who were still shaken from being pushed off the cliff. not moments later, their mother landed next to Abba and gave her a strong cuff to the head and said, "go apologize to them." Abba sneered, taking a few steps towards her sibling, but instead of apologizing she lept into the air. her wings werent fully able to support her, but she was able to fly far enough to were she could no longer see her family. no way was she going to apologize to those weaklings. it was their fault that they didnt have enough guts to jump. and mother was mad at her?! that made mother weak, and Abba did not take orders from weaklings.
Future plots:
-i would like to have at least one RP with each of the family members to see how they all get along, and how the foal feels about them all.
Male: i see the male having lots of RP's that deal with him having to explain what his art means. in the end though im aiming for him to give up drawing, basically realizing that he has no talent. during this time he would do a bit of soul searching, look to his parents for advise, and finally get over it. buy his young adult years he will realize that his talent is not in the painted arts, but in the spoken arts. he is a masterful poet and tells wonderful stories. with this new light he will strike out to see the world and bring back stories to tell. possibly becoming a story teller. of course there will be family and friends to help him along this whole journey.
Female: having such strong opinions is bound to get Abba in trouble. im hoping to get a lot of RP's with her parents. she dosent really see eye to eye with them, but they can try to make her understand why she is wrong. eventually she would get frustrated and in her young adulthood she would leave. while away she meets many Soquili who have opinions just as strong as hers, but different. she will get into may intellectual battles, and fights with words. one day she will finally realize that not everyone can be perfect and she will return home seeking forgiveness.
Do you Rp?:
yes, quite often, in fact all of my soquili are currentyl involved in major plots, except for one.
Links to past Rps:
A Hunting We Shall Go
Family Ties
An Unexpected Secret
Are You Stalking Me
How active are you in Soquili?:
i am very active in the guilds and RP side of things, but dont really spend much time in the tread.
Comments:not gonna lie to you guys, but i kinda started my entry halfheartedly. by the end of it though i was typing so fast, and the ideas were just pouring into my head, and by the end of it i was getting really excited. i might even use this form for someone else if i dont end up winning. i ended up liking the female entry better, but i see the male as having more variety in RP's, so if i win i may or may not do some melting of the two concepts. oh, by the way, thankyou for this chance. this basket was my favorite out of the bunch, and I have actually been hoping for an opportunity to get into this family for a while. so thanks again <3
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:05 pm
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: Tenko72
Soquili's name:
Male: Whistler (I named it after the artist and I think it works for both a male and a female foal.)
Female: Whistler (I named it after the artist and I think it works for both a male and a female foal.)
Temperament:
Male: Overimaginative
Female: Cultured
Personality:
Male: He'll take after his father and be hyper. He'll be the sort to engage in horseplay. He'll always need something to do or he'll say, "I'm bored." forever and a day or do something naughty. He'll be social, friendly, and always ready to lend a hand too.
Female: She'll have lots of energy like her father, but she'll be able to control it and use it constuctively. She'll be very sweet and kind, even to those everyone else thinks don't deserve it. She'll be social, friendly, and always ready to lend a hand too.
Prompt: "Let me tell you a story without a beginning or an end. Let me tell you about the insides of stars. Let me tell you how the world's going to end."
Whistler was listening to it again. He wasn't sure what to call it. He wanted to name it Shadow, but that was unoriginal. "Get on with it already. I don't have all day." He was serious. He wanted to go out and play with the other foals. If it wasn't to get along with this story, then he had no reason to stay here.
"Don't rush me. Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was nothing. Only it. Me. I. It was like the color black if you can imagine it not having any boundaries. No lines. No nothing. Just being. Just is.
"Then, there was a light. Only it didn't know this, because it had been it so long that was all it knew.
"The light got brighter and brighter. The light grew and it grew. The light hurt it, it did. Really.
"The light came up with rules, logic, order, names... The light asked its name. It said it didn't have one. The light named it Heruba. Now, it was Heruba.
"Heruba didn't like that at all. Everything was fine before the light came, even though it was lonely, of course, though, it didn't know that at the time. It thought it was normal to have a hole in its heart. The light filled it.
"Then the light left Heruba. That's what all children do when they grow up. They leave you and it is painful and wonderful."
"That's it?" Whistler liked the story, but he was expecting it to be longer. More epic.
"Yes."
"That had a beginning and end." He had to be pedantic.
"Did it now?"
He nodded. Then, he said, "If you're done now, then I'm going to go play. Okay?" After that, he left.
Finally, there was silence. It clicked its tongue and said, "Idiot. That story was about you."
Prompt response:
Future plots: One - this'll depend on whether or not the foal's corrupt or what - where it hangs out with its aunt. I'm thinking if it's pure, it'll be nice and sweet. If not, it'd be like an imaginary friend/muse situation.
One where it looks at its dad make art and get inspired.
One where the family collaborates on some art.
One where Anael babysits, because grandma's always do that. whee Right?
One where it plays with its big brother, because age difference aside, this always happens too. C:
Do you Rp?: Yes
Links to past Rps: This is my last completed RP...
http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=22080485
I have more, but they're ongoing.
http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=22080085
http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=22015803
http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=22388001
How active are you in Soquili?: I don't have any horses here, but I participate in every event that interests me and I'm up for any familiar RP, since I've got a raccoon.
Comments: I remember the father of father of this one. Gorgeous! The whole family's gorgeous, actually.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 3:43 am
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: Bardess Ookami
Soquili's name: Both mean "Rainbow", according to Google translate, the male name is Latian, and the female is Haitian Creole.
Male: Mauris
Female: Lakansyèl
Temperament:
Male: scattered
Female: Innocent
Personality:
Male: Everything is awesome. Did you know that? Awesome. Even that word, have you ever broken it down? It is some awe. Bit, it is more then just some, it is full of awe, so it should be awe-full, but not awful, why do we even call things awful when that sounds like such a good thing? And on that topic, why are over look and over see opposites? Shouldn't they mean the same thing? And wise man and wise guy, too. Why are owls considered wise? Can we go find one and ask it lots of questions? What answers make you wise. What if the owl gives the right answers but I am not wise enough to understand them? Will that mean that I would think the owl isn't wise? And how many licks DOES it take to get to the alfalfa center of an alfalfa pop anyway? OOOO, that sounds goo, I'm hungry. When is lunch again?
Female: A very sweet and innocent girl. She was born of a scary basket, and she turned out to be a good Soq at heart, so why could she believe that anyone else might not be, just because they look scary? She can't see the worst in anyone, and while that seems like a good thing, she's convinced even 'Walkers, and Kalonas have hearts of gold. Mind, that last bit might not last past meeting one, but it might. She takes it as assumed that if you treat everyone as though they were a good person, then they shall act accordingly. She feels that if there are those that are mean, it is simply because no one ever believed in their ability to be good, but she will. She gives her love and her trust away easily, but ironically, that will make it that much harder to hold a special place in her heart. How could she ever have a best friend, or fall in love, when she loves all things equally? So in that way, her great ability to love, will be her greatest obstacle towards the same. I most certainly will play her with her family, because she'll need someone to watch over her, to keep her from getting hurt or being taken advantage of. Meanwhile, however, she'll have hints of daddy's adhd. A little scattered, something pretty might catch her eye and distract her mid sentence, and she'll probably have a tendency to wander off. Also, if asked a favor, she will want to comply, so lots of potential for rp adventures.
Prompt:
Male: Oh no! Your young foal has gotten lost, stranded away from his family. Not to worry, he's met someone helpful from your herd. What is the someone like, and how do they react off of each other? Will they become friends after the RP response is over, or never want to see the other again?
Prompt response:
Quote: Male: Mauris was wandering around. He had seen the most handsome blue butterfly ever and had followed it, until it landed on a buttercup. And why did those not actually taste like butter anyway? Butter was slippery, and the grass was wet with dew, so he flopped onto his rear like he had seen some of the odd two legged creatures do, and slid down the hill. Unfortunately he slid a bit too far, and tumbled off a very minor precipice. He was fine, completely unhurt, just wasn't sure how to climb back up. He figured he should look for a way to circle around, and somehow while trying to find one, he stumbled right into a tall, older stallion. Pachu'a had been out for a walk, when the little brightly colored half pint had run into him. His ears went back. Oh no, not again. No. No way. Not again. He wouldn't. Would not. He was not about to get himself involved in some stupid little lost foal's personal drama. Not again. Not after that horrid Blossom who turned out not to be a foal at all, but an Usida. Not again. No. No way. He didn't care. He didn't. He huffed out and tilted his head, asking the foal what was wrong, with gestures. Maybe the foal wouldn't be chatty. He could hope... right? Mauris blinked up at the other horse and grinned. FRIEND! He made a new friend! "Hi!" he said happily. High was right. He was taaaaaaaall. Would Mauris ever be that tall? He hoped so. Maybe he'd be taller then mommy. That would be fun! Pachu'a flicked his tail in irritation. Hi. The pest actually spoke. Great. Just great. He was going to be a chatter box, wasn't he? Pachu'a forced his ears upright and he nudged his head towards the foal, asking again, what was wrong. Mauris grinned brightly again. The other horse wanted to be friends! How fun. Then he blinked and flicked his tail happily. This stranger would looooove mom and dad and the siblings! Mauris could bring him home, then they'd all have a new friend. But first he had to find home. "I'm lost," he told the other, cheerfully. Pachu'a didn't have to groan, his body language did it for him. He completely deflated. His ears and tail flopped, his knees bent a bit and his head dropped to the ground. An idiot and a talker. Great just great. Heaving a heavy sigh, he lifted his head and flicked an ear at the foal, then began walking. Sooner or later the kids' parents had to find him. That brightly colored, how could they miss him. Once he turned the foal over, he could go his own way. He told himself yet again that he didn't care. He didn't. He did not care what happened to this foal. Did not. And if he kept reminding himself of that, and was very very lucky, he might even believe it before too long. Mauris bounded along side the adult, his small wings (if he has them) fluttering on his back. "You look like you're a lot of fun," he happily informed the stallion. "I'll bring you to meet my mommy. Some people act like she isn't there. That's a fun game. I like playing with others. When we get up the hill back home, you can play with us all day. That would be the best. But don't pretend you don't see mommy, cause she's really pretty and sweet and nice and that might hurt her feelings. But you wouldn't hurt anyone's feelings, I know it. And why do they call them feelings, anyway? I mean, you don't feel them the way you feel cold or wet or pain..." Pain. No, Pachu'a was most certainly feeling pain right now. Did this kid never shut up? EVER? At least he now knew that the kid's home was uphill. But where? There was right over the cliff, but no foal would be stupid enough to tumble off a cliff, would they? He glanced back. "And that's why the grass is green, at least, that's what my daddy says. Momma says the sky is every color int he world if you just know when to look. LOOK OUT! Just kidding..." Okay, Pachu'a amended, maybe this foal could have tumbled off of a cliff. Thankfully he knew the area, though if this foal was local, he might have to stay clear for a while. Give the little one a chance to grow up and go away. Pachu'a picked his way up the slopes where he could. He loved cold and mountains, so was used to climbing steep inclines. He breathed out, relieved. Finally the foal had stopped talking, and he had some quiet. He twitched and glanced back. Sure enough, there was the foal, waiting at the bottom of the scree. Trying to restrain the urge to kick something, he picked his way carefully back down. Down always was trickier. "...like a mountain goat. Why do some goats talk and some don't? It's like how some racoons chat up a storm and others act like stupid animals. Do you think it's the dream catchers? But mommy and daddy don't have dream catchers, and they're veeeeery smart...." Trying to tune out the incessant chatter Pachu'a found a less steep incline, and lead the foal up that. Either to his dismay or relief, and he wasn't sure which, the endless stream of words followed him. When they came to a lake, Pachu'a stopped to drink, hoping that the other would do the same, and as a result, shut up for a few precious seconds. He really really hated how so many soqs used speech as a crutch. He firmly believed that almost everything that ever needed saying could be said with posture and gesture. Breath control on occasion. As he sipped, he tried hard not to think about when he had stopped for water with that annoying little usida brat. God he hated her, if he ever saw her again, he'd do the five minute marathon in three minutes flat. Did that even make sense? Oh grass and leaves, he was starting to think like the foal. He shook his head to try and clear it. Mauris sipped from the stream, then blinked. He knew this water, daises grew all along it. He turned happily and picked his way up the small stream that fed the lake, dancing amongst the flowers happily. Pachu'a followed the foal now, hoping that they were heading towards the little one's home. He kept his teeth near to the other's tail, in case he had to make a fast grab to prevent a fall. Better a sore rump and hair in his teeth then broken bones. Pachu'a did NOT want to think about how he would have to manage to get a chatty foal in that kind of pain to his parents. Mauris bounded along after a small rabbit that had been sunning itself, but it out paced him. He glanced back, and there was that stallion, still following him. COOL! He trotted towards his home, with his tail flowing like a banner behind him, head high. Wouldn't his parents be so pleased?! He spotted his mother's wings through the underbrush and trees. "MOMMA!" he called out, racing ahead, "You'll never guess what I found!" Momma? Pachu'a's ears shifted in relief. Good, the foal was back with his parents safe and sound. He spun on a hoof and left. Quickly. Before he could be spotted. Of course he wasn't fleeing. Just... leaving really really fast...
Prompt: Female: Something has come up and the family is all scrambling, not thrilled with the idea, but having no other choice, your girl is left in the care of a young familiar from your heard. Does she behave? Do they get along?Quote: Lakansyèl swished her tail and looked at the pretty fox before her. Her name was Mai, and Lakansyèl thought that she was just positively sweet. So far, the whole fifteen minutes they had spent together had been wonderful. Fantastic. Except that now Lakansyèl was bored. "Do you want to go take a walk?" she asked the small familiar. Mai Ame looked up at the foal and smiled a bit. "I think your family would prefer if we stayed here," she said. "Perhaps there is something that we can do to amuse ourselves, while we wait?" Lakansyèl nodded a bit. "I guess so, I do not want to upset mother, but what could we do?" "What would you normally do, were she here?" Mai asked. Lakansyèl thought about that, then she smiled. "Oh! I know! We could gather flowers for daddy's hair!" Mai chuckled lightly. "Would your father like flowers in his hair?" she asked. "Why wouldn't he?" Lakansyèl replied. "Besides, Mommy has some, and this way they'll match. Only..." "Only?" Mai prompted. Lakansyèl grinned. "Only they'll have to be tiny flowers, Daddy doesn't have as much hair as mommy," she giggled. Mai chuckled. "Ah, no. He does not, does he?" she asked. "What if we get some grass and weave it through the flowers to make daddy a flower headband?" Lakansyèl asked. "Like a crown, but with flowers." "We could do that," Mai said. "Are you any good at weaving?" Lakansyèl shook her head. "I'm all hooves," she quipped. "Then perhaps we can find some that have long stems, rather then playing with short blades of grass," Mai suggested. "That will be easier to weave, will it not?" Lakansyèl nodded. "Alright. I know where there are some pretty flowers. If we're just going to get them, and are going to come right back, that would be okay, right?" she asked. "I suppose that would be acceptable," Mai said with a grin. "Where are these flowers? They can't be too far, we don't want to be gone when your parents return." "Not far at all, just past the dark line," Lakansyèl said happily, trotting in that direction. Mai raced to get ahead of her, and planted herself in the filly's path. "The dark line?" Mai repeated. Lakansyèl nodded. "Yeah huh. That's what I call it. Akemi says that there is a bad Kalona living that way, and past that line of dark green mushrooms is where the Kalona lives. But there are really pretty flowers just past the mushrooms." "And a Kalona!" Mai exclaimed. "I know," Lakansyèl said, rolling her pretty eyes a bit. "I was the one who told you, remember?" Mai shook her head. "Kalonas are dangerous, Lakansyèl. We cannot go into the lands claimed by one." Lakansyèl frowned a bit. "I think that he's just grumpy. The Kalona, I mean, not my brother. I mean, if everyone said I was scary and avoided me, I'd never have any friends, and that could make anyone grumpy." "Kalonas aren't just 'grumpy' child, they're evil. And dangerous," Mai lectured. "Hail is dangerous too," Lakansyèl pointed out. "That does not make it evil." "Why don't we just wait until your mother returns," Mai said in that way adults have of making something sound like a choice, even though it really isn't. "We can ask her, and see what she says." "I am not allowed to think for myself?" Lakansyèl asked. "You are a foal!" Mai protested. "And Kalonas wont go easy on you just because you smile at them. We are not going." "How can we ever know the heart of another, if we refuse to see it?" Lakansyèl asked. Mai sighed. She didn't want to play dirty, but she felt she had no choice. She turned wide eyes on the foal. "You want to go, even if going would hurt my feelings and might get me in trouble with your family?" Lakansyèl swallowed, feeling tears welling in her own eyes. "I don't want you to be hurt, or in trouble," she whispered. "I won't go past the dark line today." Mai felt lousy, but better she pull that trick then the poor foal get torn to shreds. She only knew of one Kalona in the area, and if he was the same one that Lakansyèl's brother had seen... Mai shuddered and lead Lakansyèl off to play a game by the stream, out in the open, well away from the green line and whomever lurked beyond it.
Future plots: For him: I'd love to see him with Divena's Blossom, at least once. I think they'd become the best of friends, and have great fun talking to Blossom's mate, Imoo. Imoo would probably call it torture, mind. I'd love to play him with his parents, and to see if his boundless energy carries over into adulthood or not.
For her: I'd love to toss her against some villains with a heart of gold, as well as some truly dark Soqs. I want to see what it takes for that innocence to hold up through all of life's hardships, and to see her vindicated whenever she does see a glimmer of gold in the heart of one everyone else scorned. I also want to see how she'd handle learning why some Soqs cannot see her mother or aunt, since that would seem to be irrefutable proof.
Do you Rp?: YES!!!!!!!!!!
Links to past Rps:
Bloody Hide and Seek
Misunderstandings abound
To crush a crush
Oh my God(dess)
How active are you in Soquili?: Not as active as I would like to be. I rp when I can (October and November were very hectic for me, so I am hoping to pull back into the swing of things in December, and have a number of new rps lined up that just need to be started.) I am almost always available to talk/plot/rp via Aim and Yahoo, and I post on the main thread every so often. I participate in events, because they're fun, even if I don't tend to win very much. I have trouble seeing a contest and not entering it.
Comments: When I saw those baskets, I nearly died from the pretty, I can't wait to see how they all grow. Congrats, guys. I am totally envious, right now. mrgreen
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 12:12 pm
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: Kaliskanny
Soquili's name:
Male: Sir Reel Halaliel (Sir Reel = Surreal, an art movement , Halaliel - archangel known as "the lord of karma")
Female: Eiael Cara Mell ( Cara Mell = caramel, Eiael - angel with dominion over the occult sciences.)
Temperament: (The one that shall go on the cert)
Male: dreamlike
Female: inventive
Personality:
Male: Sir is very dreamlike, head in the clouds. He tries to keep a balance in his life, adopting a non-violent lifestyle. He likes to meditate, write poetry in his head, and ponder his dreams for meanings.
Female: Eiael is very inventive, whether it's problem solving or teasing other soqs. She's curious about how the world works around her, especially if it involves magic. She knows there is magic out there, because her mother has it being an angeni. Eiael also likes to create things...little sculptures from things she finds lying around.
Prompt: You've been left on your own today. Given this chance to explore with out parental supervision, what do you do with your alone time?
Prompt response:
Sir Reel Halaliel: Sir awoke from his nap to find himself alone. His siblings must have wandered off while he slept. He shook his head, yawned, then stretched. Looking around, he tried to take in his surroundings. He found it hard sometimes to come back to reality after dreaming, often dwelling on those fading visions.The colt was sure they meant something, and he should try to figure out their riddles.
He lay back down on the soft moss under the tree, his head drooping in thought. He remembered a cloud, and flashing colors. A growl, claws, and soft glowing blue eyes. Perhaps this was something from before he could remember. Sir mulled it over, then shrugged. He wanted to meditate on it, close his eyes and try to recall the images.
The foal knew that would be impossible, already he could hear his siblings returning with their father. Maybe he could try later, if he had the dream again. He thought about asking his mother if the dream might mean something to her, as he found it hard sometimes to talk to his father. He nodded once, then got up to do just that. He walked toward where he'd last seen her before his nap, determined to get an answer.
Eiael Cara Mell: Eiael had decided to stay behind while her mother took her siblings for a walk. How else could she slip away to gather things for her latest sculpture? She liked making the little models and figures, then leave them for her dad to find. It was a fun game that she'd invented. Excited, the foal made her way to the edge of the clearing where she'd said she'd wait for her mother and siblings to return. Looking down at where the clearing ended, an almost invisible line in the grass, she let out a gleeful giggle before hopping out of the clearing.
Now, Eiael was out of bounds. This is where the fun happened. She quickly made her way to the nearest tree, checking under it for anything to use for her newest sculpture. She found three smooth stones of various size and a few leaves. This wouldn't do. She needed something to hold the rocks together. Maybe some mud? She looked around for where she might find some, then she saw them. There was a pile of sticks lying a little ways under an old pine. There looked like some string wrapped around them. She moved closer to investigate. Nosing the bundle, the filly nodded to herself. Yes, this would do. She picked it up and carried it back to her rocks.
It took a minute, but she manged to chew through the string, releasing half of the bundle. Eiael pulled at the strong to keep the other half in the string, then placed her hoof on it to hold it while she coiled the strong around the sticks. She pulled gently, cinching the bundle into a coil, then kicked a rock onto the string to hold it in place. She kicked the other two rocks close to the budding sculpture so it would look balanced. The foal looked at the leaves, then stuck them into the cone here and there. Now it started to look like a tree, almost. She took the other sticks and stuck them out of the cone as well.
When she'd finished her work, Eiael stepped back and examined her work. It looked like a miniature tree, or maybe a home for a fairy. She smiled, then skipped quickly back to the clearing to see if her siblings and mother had returned. She'd hint to her dad later where he might want to look to see her latest creation.
Future plots:
Sir Reel Halaliel: I think he might set out to find enlightenment, or perhaps a shaman to help him find meaning in his dreams. If he goes in search of a shaman, he'll want to be an apprentice and work to becoming a shaman himself. I also see him taking on a strong role in his family/herd. He also might seek guidance from his aunt, Yunai, in hopes to gain a pure spirit.
In the matters of a mate, Sir will not fling. Being a spiritually guided soq, he will seek out a lifemate. It will be a long process, and possibly be an unknown quest of his subconscious.
Eiael Cara Mell: Eiael wants to be an artist, like her father and his father before him. She may roam the soquili lands looking for materials for her sculptures, but will return home to create them. Her cruious side might get her into trouble, investigating areas skinwalkers roam, or trying to talk to a kalona. Her travels for materials will also be her excuse to investigate magic.
In the matters of a mate, it might come to playing it by ear for Eiael. Someone she meets that strikes her fancy might be the one. I'm not sure if she'll be okay with flings, or want to settle with a lifemate. (I personally don't like doing flings, but if the personality goes that way via rp, then I'm all for it.)
Do you Rp?: Yes
Links to past Rps:
Pirates!
It Shall be a Grand Adventure
When did this get here?
Story Time...
Won't you come play? the water's fine...
Hunting for Monsters
How active are you in Soquili?: Very active. Sage can vouch for how active I am.
Comments: Thank you for the opportunity for this basket. This was great fun.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:38 am
USE YOUR IMAGINATIOOOOON
Username: Vistada
Soquili's name:
Male: Ino (Put another N and Cence down..)
Female: I wanna call it Ino no matter the gender 8D;.
Temperament:
Male: Sinless
Female: Naive
Personality:
Male: If this male wasn't so pretty (It looks like it will be ;>), and so outgoing: He'd a priest. I picture him to have many self-morals. Working alongside the Angeni-way. Hating no one, not even the Skin Walkers that disgust the other angeni (I think he'd just rather.. Never meet them.).
I think he would be much like his father with the painting, enjoying his time maybe speaking in verse and confusing all the other little colts.
Female: I sadly have more of a personality for a female; but I guess it's because of how awesome her mother/grandmother/twin aunt look.. She would be naive. A slightly bad part of being innocent. I find Ino would bump into a lot of problems over time; and not know what to do about it. I would want her to find more of a knight to keep her from her silly ways.
She will be versed in art, loving to paint what she can, and as a filly.. Be the kind to paint EVERYWHERE. (Cave walls; beware.)
Prompt: #2.. with my own little twist. Also it'll be a walk with the aunt ;>.
Prompt response: (Referred to Ino in third person as "Their" or "Them")
Ino was standing over the flowers, enjoying the day as it went by. Eyes lightened in happiness as Aunt Yunai passed by. As Ino trudged through the tall grasses their ear's perked up. The young bird was squawking uncontrollably. A fear in their chest as the bird cried out in pain. All they could think about was help, there was no pain in this matter. No way Ino would let a bird go and die. But with a flash of orange and a crunching of brush a level-headed looking Angeni had trotted to the bird to look down at it.
With big round eyes Ino would glance up at him. He was a vision not many would miss. With only a glance, the orange and rust-red male spoke softly to the bird. As he did the young Angeni-cross watched him in awe as the bird stopped squawking. Chirping at him, he'd intently listen in on it emphatically. As he raised his head he looked to the young Angeni; and in a neat and well-barreled vocal he asked: "Would you have an elder around?.." His head tilted just a tad. With a vigorous nod, Ino sent towards the femme. But as they left they would only look back once. His stocky form cantering, his head lowered to the bird.
But when Ino went back with Yunai, he was gone and all that was left was uplifted grasses, tied in a small nest. The Bird was quiet, but its wing still throbbing in pain. Somehow the brush was not laid flat where he had walked; Angeni's work was never over.
When Ino's attention dragged back to their aunt, she had been struck in a somewhat awe herself. Around the bird had grown the herbs that were needed to help mend a broken wing. Along with some mud. Around each leaf was an aura of an Angeni. Another of Domain.
(Something small and innocent hahaha. -Punny-)
Future plots:
• I would love someday for Ino to stumble onto Silvanus again. Silvanus would actually introduce himself, as he is more comfortable around other angeni.. (It was an awkward moment when he 'fling-got-a-normal-soq pregnant'.). I don't want him to join a herd but I would love to have a family RP with Ino and maybe the aunt/mother.. With him explaining how he did what he did.
• If Ino is a male, I would love him to find a very feminine and well-balanced lady ;>. Or maybe another artist who confuses the heck outta him with riddles. I think he'd be tough to confuse.. But with the right lady ;O!
• If Ino is a female, I want her to find someone who can guard her and TEACH her, where her naive-ness is wrong.
• Artistic friends would do her/him good!
Do you Rp?: Yes I do :>
Links to past Rps: I don't have many 'recent' but that's because of life XD;.
A Cold Winter's Eve
A Smitten Shadow
A light in the Dark
(There's a bunch of other little ones I got ; u;. Around somewhere)
How active are you in Soquili?: As Active as I am everywhere else :>. I am true to my posts. If you nudge me I will comment back.
Comments: Thankums for the tryout <3.
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