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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:43 am
Welcome to the original birthplace of Karasu This journal is maintained by TawnyAngel  Height: 14h 1" Karasu's Stats Skill level: 30Power: 6 pts Strength: 7 pts Intelligence: 13 pts Wisdom: 7 pts Courage: 10 pts Luck: 6 pts Speed: 8 pts Agility: 7 pts Adaptability: 7 pts Stamina: 14 pts
Personality: Karasu is quite a selfish Nequus and a very coase one. He has found the world to be a rather cruel place for those who are not quite right, and as such he resents most of it somewhat. He is extreamly jealous of other Nequus and their ability to fly but he usually masks this, claiming a plethora of different reasons for being snippy to people that have nothing to do with a working pair of wings. Were he offered the chance to have a good pair of wings for himself, there is little he would not destoy or betray to attain them.
Location: Almost anywhere, but he avoids the mountains
Karasu's Tree is located in the Northeastern Quadrant 
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 8:04 am
 The bones
Lay of the land
The Raven
Raven’s shadow
Friends of the Raven
Odds and Ends
Encounter log
Raven’s mind
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 8:06 am
The tree
The tree which Karasu was born from is black and yellow of trunk and white of leaf. It is not overly tall or indeed overly impressive but its branches spread out widely, keeping other growth at a distance from the bi-coloured trunk. Indeed, it seems that this particular tree is more intent on keeping others away from it than it is on growing larger or on producing many leaves or fragrant blossoms. Though the boughs lose their leaves in winter, when spring comes the tree does not bother with the frippery of flowers, preferring instead to produce simple black buds which, in time, burst to reveal the young white leaves of the new year.
The body
For a Bae, Karasu is a shade above average but notably tall. The first thing anyone would notice about him, before even taking in the gilt tones of his hair and the pitch black of his coat, is that he possesses but one pale yellow wing. Next they might note the subtly muscled body of a distance runner, the colour of his coat and then perhaps the silver-white orbs that are his eyes. Though they look as though they ought to be blind, there is no doubt that the stallion sees through them without trouble. Finally, an observer of the single-winged Bae might note the hardness of his face; the grim line of his mouth that seems half indifference and half sneer at an unfair world.
The mind
Karasu is a coarse, blunt Nequus often somewhat embittered with the harsh world he was born into. He longs for a pair of functioning wings of his own, but he is aware that this is just a dream and by and large he simply gets on with life. His brusque nature keeps him from making many friends, as does his tendency to wander about the place. He is a fairly intelligent sort but as he is in general a quite sort, those who know him casually probably wouldn’t be aware of that fact. This suits him well enough; being underestimated is one of the few advantages that this flightless and not especially strong Bae has going for him.
This said, though he generally keeps quiet about his intallect, he is easily frustrated by idiots and will do his best to put them off talking to him in future in whatever way necessary. As he is not especially wise, however, this sometimes gets him into fights that he has to run away from in short order to avoid getting creamed.
Though he would never admit it, Karasu is secretly rather lonely and would very much like to find a place where he belongs, among people who neither scorn him nor pity him for his disability.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 8:07 am
“...So be it then, but do not blame me for the consequences, mimila.”
Karasu was born to a relatively important mare of a relatively large herd. His sire, however, was a Bae of no consequence; a wanderer with whom his mother fell in love. She would not be told that he was no good and, eventually, her mother relented and allowed them to become mates. She made sure, however, that her daughter knew that if any ill came of the match she was not responsible for it.
“...I don’t understand; you said you loved me.”
“I do, but I love the world and travel too. I can’t give that up, not even for you.”
“But I need you; this tree needs you, surely... surely you won’t abandon us?...”
“...I’m sorry. I have to go now.”
“Karasu!”
Ill did come of it, for when the young mare fell pregnant, her lover did not wish to remain and so she stood alone beside the growing saplings; one the bright yellow of her mane and tail and one the jet black of the departing stallion. A few helpful souls brought the mare food from time to time, but without consistent support and scarcely interested in food even when it was brought to her, she began to waste away.
Though her family was well known for never having fewer than four fruits to a tree, hers bore but a single, small bud that hardly looked as though it was alive at all. Time passed however and, slowly but surely, the fruit grew. Towards the end, though she had sworn that it was none of her responsibility, the mare’s mother came to aid her on the condition that once the foal was grown she take a suitable mate.
“I... I don’t understand. Why is he like that?”
“Humph, I knew no good would come of that fancy stallion of yours. Maybe it’s because you were too weak for too long, or because you spent so much time moping your heart out, or maybe when he left he took a bit of the boy with him.”
“...I can’t take him back to the herd.”
“No.”
“He looks so like Karasu... I... I’ll say he died. I was too weak, and the fruit died. I’ve had enough Ute; I just want to go home.”
“Come then Mimila, let’s be away from here; I’ve known plenty of foals to grow up just fine without parents to guide them.”
“But... With the way he is?”
“He’ll do fine. Come. We must be going.”
“...Yes Ute.”
When the black and yellow fruit finally fell to earth and hatched, there was something awfully wrong with the silvery-eyed little colt who burst from it. He was skinny and weak, yes, but the main problem were his wings.
His wing rather.
Though the left wing was a fine pale yellow and without fault, the right was missing entirely. Bearing already the shame of making a poor choice of mate, the mare felt unable to take a crippled foal back to her friends and family, and so she and her mother departed Shrilal swiftly, leaving the black and yellow foal to his own devices.
“Why’ve you got one wing?”
“Why’ve you got two?”
“Two’s normal, you’re weird.”
“Oh yea? Well how about I take one of yours, hu?”
“Ahhh! Ute, Ute he said he was going to take my wing!”
“Oh get away you little nuisance, leave my girl alone, you hear me?”
Foalhood was not kind to the young creature who could only think of himself as Karasu; alone as he was, he was often in other people’s grazing space, and when he was not moved on all together he was teased relentlessly by other foals for his defect. To deal with this, the young Bae developed a sharp tongue and a rough manner with people in the hopes that big talk could compensate for physical weakness. His bluff was seldom called, and when he was his put the stamina he had built up in his wandering to good use and removed himself from the area in short order.
“Oh... you poor thing; what happened to you? Here, come have this last fruit, you need it more than I do.”
“You want to know what I don’t need? I don’t need you, your pity or anybody else for that matter. Keep your stinking fruit, I can find my own damn food.”
“Well! I was only trying to be nice.”
“Sure you were, you steaming heap of drek, just piss off to your air-headed little friends and leave me alone, will you?”
“Gladly! Gah! Some people today, I just can’t believe!”
As he grew a little older, Karasu found that people pitied him as often as they scorned him and if anything he preferred the latter. Though physically weak still he was perfectly able to feed himself and the insinuation that he was too stupid or too pathetic to do so just because he couldn’t fly disgusted him. As time went on, he grew coarser and more snappish, preferring to drive people away from him than to risk being treated like an invalid. As he grew to adulthood he was never given any reason to change his attitude, and so he did not. Instead he kept himself largely to himself and this bought him quite a lot of time to simply think and observe the world leading him to develop a sharp mind to go along with his brutal tongue and harsh glares.
Part of him regrets the way he has become; the isolation that it brings to him but on balance he has decided it better to remain closed off than to give anyone a chance to attempt to take advantage of him, or indeed to associate with him out of pity rather than true liking.
At the moment, it seems as though the pattern of his days will remain the same for many years to come or even for his entire lifespan. However, no Nequus can truly know of the future, and it is never too late for change...
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 8:09 am
Friends
Bellatrix - A Speaker. She’s pretty awesome; we have quite a bit in common from what I can tell and she’s intelligent too which is always a plus. I think I’ll be looking her up again in the future.
Acquaintances
Lucius Smart guy, seems a decent sort too, didn’t treat me weirdly or anything. He seemed like a good ally to make, so I offered him my help in looking for his lost son. Even if I never find the guy, I think Bones will help me out if I ever need it.
Idiots
Elsie - A stupid annoying b***h; I hope she gets eaten by the Master Tactician’s bodyguard.
Foes
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 8:09 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 8:11 am
Memories in obsidian - Well, I managed to get stuck on the beach during a storm. Managed to find a cave pretty well set back into the cliff, and met an Aeri called Lucius. We talked a bit, and I offered to help him find his missing son as he seems like a good ally to have. He accepted my offer gratefully, which is good.
Technicalities - Today I met a Speaker, and made a friend in her. We exchanged opinions on people (they suck) and made promises of aid to each other should it ever be needed. Pretty damn good day in all.
Off Duty - Met a b***h, talked to her, let let made me feel small. I hate people, I hate this place, I hate myself but I’m damn well going to stay here and survive whatever life throws at me just to spite the world that seems to want me to roll over and die so much. Pretty pathetic, but oh well.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 8:12 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 10:08 am
So, having one wing really sucks when you’re stuck on a beach during a storm. Still, no help for that. It was way too dark and wet to look for a way up the cliffs, would’ve been to windy and slippery to try to climb anyway, so I just kept heading along the beach in search of shelter. Fortunately for me, I found some; a nice deep cave. The waves washed into it but not hard enough to be dangerous. As I didn’t think I’d find a better place to shelter, I went in.
When I saw what else was in there, I nearly left again. A big, strong looking Aeri wearing a skeleton on his back, a red skeleton. Scared me half to death when I first saw him, but luckily he started talking before I picked the storm of staying in the same space as him. I was... shocked, I guess. I should know better than most not to judge on appearances but I didn’t expect him to be smart, let alone smarter than me. Still, he was smarter than me and a pretty decent guy, too.
We talked about this and that, and I found out that he’d come to Qurine looking for his son, an Aeri named Vox. He hasn’t been having any luck, so I offered to keep my eyes and ears open for news; costs me nothing and having an ally in a stallion like that is no bad thing.
He accepted my offer gratefully and then, since we were both pretty tired, we lay down to rest until morning. To keep the water off us, he made these grooves, ditches I guess, in the sand and made little sand walls behind them. Like I say; smart guy.
When morning came, the weather had cleared but it looked like there were more storms on the way so I left Lucius to look along the beach more and found myself a route back up the cliffs. Heading back to D’ob and Yisi area now I think; I’ve had my fill of cliffs for quite a while after that little adventure.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 7:15 am
A lot of the time, people suck. Black Bae, fruit killer, monster so on and so on. That was how my day started. Can’t a guy get a bit of peace around here? Apparently not, I didn’t even go over to them, they came to me and started shouting and jeering and making a circle. I figured this was pretty bad for me given I was pretty well outnumbered, and given they were all either as large as or larger than me. Much as I wanted to teach them a lesson, to maybe be a monster and tear all of them apart, I had to run when the chance came to avoid being made into paste.
Luckily, they were happy to just chase me out of their patch and let me go; I know there were a couple there who could have outrun me. Still, I wasn’t taking any chances so I spent quite some time putting as much distance between me and them as possible, you never know when people are going to change their minds and try to kill you anyway. I stopped in the end though, mostly because it was a hot day and I needed a good long drink.
When I came to a halt, I spotted a dead elppa tree that somebody had just kicked down; that person turned out to be an Aeri mare; a huge one. I was my usual charming self at first, and she pretty much matched me in that. She’s a Speaker, it seems, and she’d walked into the tree and that was why she was pissed off. Understandable really. She was looking for water too, and we ended up going together.
Somehow, I’ve no idea how it happened, we started getting along. She holds the same opinions as me on people in general; that they suck that is. She has to deal with people trying to get her to do stuff for them though, which has really got to suck. We talked more for a while; about hating pity, about her powers and the owner of the skull she wears. We offered each other help of various sorts, which surprised me quite a bit. I’m not used to wanting to help people.
Sure I offered that guy Lucius my help, but that was because I wanted him as an ally. With Bellatrix, the Speaker, I actually wanted to help her if she needed it. Sure in part it was wanting to keep even with her offers to me, but a part of me really was and is willing to help her out if she needs it sometime.
We parted before too long, she wanted to get away from places that might get crowded as the day wore on, and I needed to get on towards Yisi. It still feels strange to have really liked her, on first acquaintance no less, but it’s a nice strangeness. Having something approaching a friendship is good.
A lot of the time, people suck but sometimes, just sometimes, they can be really cool.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 3:15 pm
I hate people. I really do. The Hellenes don’t like me because I’m black, a bunch of people either dislike or pity me for the one-wing thing and that b***h just sealed the deal. She was the dumbest b***h in the whole of Urin, and her voice was the most grating thing I’ve ever heard. I hope she annoys Ignatius as much as she did me if she goes to see him; he’ll eat her if she does or at least take a good chunk out of her.
Worst of it was, I let her, a stupid little b***h, make me feel small. Why do I care what she thinks? Why does she matter? She doesn’t, or she shouldn’t but there it is. My day off ruined by one stupid outsider, but then it wasn’t shaping up to be too good anyway. I shouldn’t have come here, shouldn’t have listened to that pink-haired priss of a short-arsed Reya make me believe I could get along here. Only reason he does well with as much black as he has is because he somehow weaseled a high position and made people fear him. How he got where he did given how the herdleader feels about black-coats I’ve no idea. Blackmail maybe, wouldn’t put it past him. I hate this place, but I hate the outside world even more. This is my home now, and I’m going to say here no matter what. I won’t be driven out.
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