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 Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 2:09 pm
This thread is SPECIFICALLY For ideas.
Owners and Stalkers, Do Not worry. If ANY IDIOT DECIDES TO STEAL IT, THEY WILL BE TAKEN UP WITH THE MODS. :3
Also, if you have extra ideas, you may sell them for up to 50 coins. :3
Fill out this form for it to be put in our directory in the next post.
Name:
Gaurdian:
Gender:
Concept:
Eye color:
Hair color:
Charm:
Extra Items:
RP or No RP:
Markings:
Log Or No Log ( depends on RP or No RP):
Wings:
Personality:
Stats -
Strength- (Physical, not emotional.)
Intelligence- (Book smarts.)
Friendliness- (The ability to make friends easily and what what. )
Charm- (Ability to attract the opposite sex (or same... if... you know.))
Humor- (Ability to make others laugh, and to take a joke. )
Creativity- (Artistic ability.)
Spirituality- (The ability to see/feel spirits and ghosts. )
Karma rating- On a scale of -10 to +10, this rating will tell you how good or bad your Legend is. This rating may also change through roleplay and journalling.
In order to fill out stats, please divide them between 20 points. The max points a stat can acheive is 150.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 2:16 pm
Directory. :3
1. Name: Yue Wan
Gaurdian: Merewen
Gender: Female
Concept: The Bohun Upas - The Tree of Poisons, which originated in Cathay (Northern China in medieval times.)
Eye color: Mossy grey-green and without pupils.
Hair color: A glassy black. Although, her hair looks like strips of bark ripped from a tree trunk.
Charm: A vial containing black sluedge/ooze and green mist on a fraying piece of twine.
Extra Items: None.
RP or No RP: Rp, hell yes.
Markings: Black bumps that dot her flesh along her collarbones, cheekbones, and her spine.
Log Or No Log ( depends on RP or No RP): Loooog.
Wings: Actually, no thank you. Hehe.
Personality: Yue Wan is a highly intelligent, quiet child and due to her self-seclusion she often has trouble bonding with others. She quickly gets bitter over trivial things and is slightly sadistic, choosing to inflict pain through her words whenever she can. Poisons and plagues intrigue her and are often the subject of her studies.
Stats -
Strength- 2
Intelligence- 6
Friendliness- 2
Charm- 5
Humor- 1
Creativity- 3
Spirituality- 1
Karma rating- (-3) Close to neutral, but on the evil side of things.
2.Name: Naeva (Naeva de Bayonne - Naeva means "Evening" in French)
Guardian: Sajhiri Jihaar (an Earthbound Seraph Oracle)
Gender: Female
Concept: A young witch persecuted, tortured, and burnt at the stake in France in 1280 AD during the Inquisition. In truth she had at first been a pagan midwife and a healer, trying to aid those with her own medicines, herbs, and natural magics. After several of her patients were persecuted by Hugues de Baniol (an Inquisitor) she made a pact with the powers of darkness and took on true black magics to attack and try to kill him. Having tortured one of her dear friends for information and wringing out the truth of Naeva's plans to slay him, de Baniol set a trap for the witch. She was set upon by the man's guards, and after 1 year of incarceration and torture, she was burned at the stake before a crowd of French citizens who spat at her, threw rocks, and pelted her with rotten fruit as the fire was lit.
Eye color: Silvery grey
Hair color: Dark Auburn-red with white streak.
Charm: An antique silver fleur de lys brooch strung on a cord woven of strands of hair. (It was pinned to her frock when she was marked as a witch, the symbol marking someone for death)
Extra Items: None
RP or No RP: RP definitely!!!
Markings: A white streak about 2 inches wide in her hair which grows from her right temple. Scars along her back from being flogged during her imprisonment.
Log Or No Log: Yes please
Wings: None
Personality: Bitter and forlorn, she knows her soul is forfeit to the powers of darkness from her pact with the dark forces in her previous life. She still hates and disrusts everyone and everything associated with the church, which is ironic considering her guardian is an earthbound Seraph. She suffers Sajhiri only because she knows the woman may be her only chance at the saving of her immortal soul, or the only chance to avenge her own death and the deaths of those she cared for.
Stats -
Strength- 1
Intelligence- 5
Friendliness- 2
Charm- 5
Humor- 1
Creativity- 4
Spirituality- 2
Karma rating- -8 (She sold her soul to murder an Inquisitor of the church and wreak unholy vengeance. However she was not always evil, and can be redeemed)
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 4:45 pm
Name: Ulna Adair (Ulna meaning banshee)
Gaurdian: Matisha Embers (A witch who is also a writer for a magazine)
Gender: Female
Concept: Ulna was a unfortunate soul who was cursed before she was born. Her mother selfish act made her sacrifice her unborn child to the gods to save her own soul. Ulna was cursed and transformed into a Banshee, a spirit who predictes death and calls out to the dying. Throughout the day she looked normal and walked along mortal men. But at night she cast out her spells to draw in dying souls to send them to their doom. Ulna fell in love and told her secret to him, but fearing for his own life told the villagers. She ran but her mortal body was soon beaten to death and thrown into the river that she stalked at night. Her soul remained at that river, and she forever continued to call out the name of the lover who betrayed her, for her spirit was always a Banshee. (bad short concept)
Eye color: Black (possible white slit pupils)
Hair color: White/silver
Charm: A braclet of skulls (can be a silver charm braclet)
Extra Items: None
RP or No RP: RP *nods continuiously*
Markings: She has black scars all on her body representing the scars of her death.
Log Or No Log: On please
Wings: Nope n_n
Personality: Ulna has a very morbid personality, she takes the concept of death very lightly and often crakes a joke or two about it. BUT later in life as she experienced her time predicting deaths and gathering souls, she became withdrawn, often knowing the people that were about to die. It is a very strange accurence for her to make friends, and will only do so if she knows they have power to out live her so she doesnt have to predict anything. She can be short tempered and will often get into fights, she doesnt take orders other than those she deems worthy.
Ulna though can be a very fraigile person, anything about her past can make her break down, talking about her mother not only send her into fits of fury, but upsets her greatly. Sometime she needs a hug or two.
Stats -
Strength- 4
Intelligence-4
Friendliness- 1
Charm- 1
Humor- 3
Creativity- 1
Spirituality- 6
Karma rating- -6
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 7:14 pm
Name: Kaiya Sana
Guardian: Aylinn (Wind element Kitsune)
Gender: Female
Concept: Mostly my own made-up legend. A little part of it was inspired from the story of the Japanese Snow Bride (the part where she takes the life out of people) 3nodding
To make things short, Kaiya’s mother died during childbirth and left her and her twin brother (who will not be reincarnated...poor him =P). Kaiya's father blames Kaiya for her mother's death, but not Keith because Kaiya was born afterwards and...read the longer version for details. Kaiya’s father is a healer and his gift was transferred to her twin, but for some strange reason (I’m not gonna write it or it’ll spoil lotsa things), Kaiya has the power to kill. Five years after she was born, the village was seized by a vicious demon and thrown into a wild blizzard. Basically the demon demands a sacrifice and poor Kaiya was chosen to be the one. After she died, she had a ‘meeting’ with the demon, and he offered to give her a ‘second chance’ in return for letting him use her powers (AKA be a part of her mind). She was influenced into accepting his offer (can’t blame her…she was only five years old), and reborn with the demon inside her.
Erm…much longer version below. Highlight to read (or maybe you should copy and paste?) sweatdrop
Many years ago, when areas were less populated and the skies weren’t polluted, was a village surrounded by beauty. The village was surrounded by pine trees and many berry bushes, and wild animals were abundant in those areas. In the village lived a healer whose name was Galen. He was the descendant of generations of great healers, and was respected by many in the village. His wife, Maeko, was the daughter of the village chief and was pregnant with Galen’s child.
On one fateful winter night, the healer helped the midwife deliver his child. Maeko had just collapsed in a heap onto her pillow when Galen gleefully lifted the giggling child. “It’s a boy! Let’s name him Keith!” The laughing child looked around the room and waved his arms at his father. Galen was happily cradling his newborn son when a shriek stopped his joyful laughter.
The elderly midwife hysterically showed the healer his second child…the female twin of the boy. With wide eyes, she said shrilly, “She is dying! The child is dying!”
The man quickly placed his hand on the girl and filled her body with his healing magic. But while the baby girl started to look healthier, his wife’s condition slowly slipped downhill. By the time he had noticed his wife, she was looking downwards towards the ground, her hand limply clutching the blanket. Maeko was lifeless and a pale grey color.
Roaring in despair, he shoved the infants into the midwife’s arms and fell to the ground beside the bed. He cradled his dead spouse’s body and cursed at the underworld for tearing his wife away from him. The cries of the baby girl drew his attention toward her, and he wrathfully glared at the bawling child. It was her fault that Maeko had died---if he was not busy healing the child, Maeko would have been saved. With a furious howl, he lunged at the child and pulled her away from the midwife. He held her up by the arms and shook her fiercely, cursing at her for all her unluckiness.
The raving healer was about to throw the baby at the wall when he heard an urgent voice whisper into his ear, “Heal…Forget…Forgive…” Maeko’s voice echoed in his head, and he slowly enveloped his arms around the baby girl.
“Forgive…” Galen mumbled softly and looked into the baby’s light blue eyes. She was tearfully gazing at him with innocent eyes. Of course she could not have caused Maeko to die. He named her Kaiya, to remind him not to blame her for his wife’s death. He buried his nose into the blanket that wrapped the baby’s form. “I will forgive you,” he sighed.
But Galen never quite forgave his daughter.
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Five years after that dreadful night, Galen sat before his children, patiently instructing them the arts of healing. He made two swift cuts into the sides of two flailing rabbits, and handed them to his children. Galen beamed with pride upon seeing his son heal the rabbit’s wound; no scars were left when the wound disappeared. Upon seeing his daughter’s work though, he bit back a yelp of alarm. The girl was dazedly holding the lifeless form of the rabbit, whose wound was now bleeding profusely. The empty brown eyes of the rabbit stared back at her. Galen looked at the girl’s hands and saw that they were sparkling with red colored magic. Her magic is supposed to be blue. With confusion, he held the girl’s hands and instantly regretted it. A feeling of coldness swept down his arms and he felt his body gradually weakening. Later on, he told himself that he would have died had his son not knocked Kaiya to the ground.
The healer looked at his hands---they were now covered with long thin lines, seeping with blood. Galen said nothing as Keith calmly healed his hands for him. When the healing job was finished, he and his son wordlessly entered the house.
Poor Kaiya watched in confusion as her most beloved family members walked away from her.
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Many months later, Galen still could not figure out the reason for Kaiya’s red colored magic. He often looked at her as she wailed in frustration upon seeing her test subjects die in front of her eyes. Galen was on the verge of ending Kaiya’s lessons. He was going to have to pause it anyway---the village had been plummeted with a cruel blizzard. The village and its surrounding areas were covered with snow, and the snowfall never ceased. The animals migrated to areas with better climates many weeks ago, and the berry bushes were brittle and dead.
The town was cut off from communication with neighboring villages, and the roads were covered with snow. There was no way people could leave the village, and the town’s food supply was slowly decreasing.
A loud knock on the door interrupted Galen from his thoughts. He watched as Kaiya opened the door and frowned when he noticed that she had forgotten to wipe her hands---they were covered with blood and now the blood was on the doorknob. The village chief entered the house, quickly closing the door behind him. The elder looked at Kaiya with feverish eyes and kept staring until Galen led him towards the fire.
“The demon---the monster is causing this blizzard---the demon…” he kept mumbling those words until the healer prompted, “What did the demon say?”
The feeble village chief looked from Kaiya to Keith, and unhappily mumbled, “The demon demands the sacrifice of one of my grandchildren.”
Galen drew air through clenched teeth. There was no way out of the village, and the town was already filled with famished people. There was no other choice. “Very well,” said the healer, “I’ll---I’ll send her over once you have prepared the items.”
Wearing a white dress, Kaiya stood at the bottom of a flight of stairs leading to some sort of stage. People wearing frightful-looking masks led her to the platform and the sound of drums boomed in the large room. “Father, why are people doing this? Help me!” She yelled in the noise, reaching for Galen. Her eyes shone with the feeling of betrayal when she saw her father look away and walk out of the temple.
A large man wearing black cloth swept his arms outwards and the booming noise stopped. “Demon! You have your sacrifice. Now, cease your chaos---end the storm!” The large voice echoed throughout the room. The person drew out a dagger and lunged at Kaiya, aiming for her heart.
Kaiya shrieked and shut her eyes in preparation for the pain.
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But she felt nothing.
Legend tells that upon contact with the girl’s chest, the dagger froze and burst into red dust. A loud cackling voice resounded in the room and all of the torches were extinguished by the force of a cold wind. When the occupants of the room were finally able to produce some light, Kaiya was nowhere to be seen.
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It was coldness was intense, and the wind clawed at her face. Kaiya whimpered in fear as glowing blue eyes grinned at her in a maleficent way. “Darling child, you are dead…” rasped the demon’s voice.
“I---I am?” the five year old blinked in confusion, she looked around the area and frowned in confusion. The place was dark but some kind of light was illuminating the area around her.
“Yes, dear, you are. Your own father killed you. He did not bother saving you when the bald man attacked you.” Clammy hands cradled Kaiya’s face, and she shivered at the feeling of coldness that swept through her body.
“I can help you find revenge, child. They were supposed to kill Keith, not you, my child.” The demon’s stare pierced through Kaiya’s mind and she started feeling weakened to his will.
“They did, didn’t they?” she frowned at the thought of it. While she was busy thinking over the demon’s words, the spirit was pushing all good thoughts of her family to the back of her mind. She started remembering all the times her father slapped her and when Keith taunted her for failing her errands. All memories of her father shoving her out of the house and the times when the birds and rabbits died---she remembered all of her bad memories.
The demon was barely able to stop himself from laughing with childish glee. The child was his; he could control her and have access to her powers whenever he wanted. “Dearest, Kaiya, I would never lie---so tell me, do you wish to have a second chance? You never did anything wrong, your father tried to kill you when you were born, and he is always punishing you for the unreasonable reasons. You never did anything wrong…do you want to live again? If you do, you must listen to me.”
Kaiya’s soul was telling her to push the demon’s thoughts away, but her mind was already melding into his.
“Yes…I do.” She said with a clear voice, grasping the clammy hands with her own, “I wish to have revenge…revenge upon my family, revenge upon the village, and revenge on everyone who wishes and wished me harm.”
It was coldness was intense, and the wind clawed at her face. Kaiya whimpered in fear as glowing blue eyes grinned at her in a maleficent way. “Darling child, you are dead…” rasped the demon’s voice.
“I---I am?” the five year old blinked in confusion, she looked around the area and frowned in confusion. The place was dark but some kind of light was illuminating the area around her.
“Yes, dear, you are. Your own father killed you. He did not bother saving you when the bald man attacked you.” Clammy hands cradled Kaiya’s face, and she shivered at the feeling of coldness that swept through her body.
“I can help you find revenge, child. They were supposed to kill Keith, not you, my child.” The demon’s stare pierced through Kaiya’s mind and she started feeling weakened to his will.
“They did, didn’t they?” she frowned at the thought of it. While she was busy thinking over the demon’s words, the spirit was pushing all good thoughts of her family to the back of her mind. She started remembering all the times her father slapped her and when Keith taunted her for failing her errands. All memories of her father shoving her out of the house and the times when the birds and rabbits died---she remembered all of her bad memories.
The demon was barely able to stop himself from laughing with childish glee. The child was his; he could control her and have access to her powers whenever he wanted. “Dearest, Kaiya, I would never lie---so tell me, do you wish to have a second chance? You never did anything wrong, your father tried to kill you when you were born, and he is always punishing you for the unreasonable reasons. You never did anything wrong…do you want to live again? If you do, you must listen to me.”
Kaiya’s soul was telling her to push the demon’s thoughts away, but her mind was already melding into his.
“Yes…I do.” She said with a clear voice, grasping the clammy hands with her own, “I wish to have revenge…revenge upon my family, revenge upon the village, and revenge on everyone who wishes and wished me harm.”
Eye color: Light blue, almost white
Hair color: Black with bits of blue near the tips
Charm: Many light blue and white pieces of string woven together and tied into the loop of a silver claw. The claw holds a red orb with black swirls of mist inside. Kaiya cannot remove this charm from her neck. It connects her mind with the demon’s and she’ll die of insanity when part of her mind is cut away from the demon’s (they’re connected and partly melded 3nodding
Extra Items: Nope
RP or No RP: RP 3nodding
Markings: Blue swirls in the palm of her right hand and red swirls in the palm of her left.
Log Or No Log (depends on RP or No RP): Logloglogloglog! Of course I wanna log! blaugh
Wings: Nope! ^__^
Personality: Though Kaiya doesn’t remember her past life, she still feels the sense of betrayal. She is often confused about the nightmares she has and is intimidated by the demon that appears in her dreams. She doesn’t trust anyone and dislikes talking to people. Kaiya doesn’t like weapons such as daggers and knives, and dislikes blood, even though she has the ability to kill. She doesn’t mind the coldness, but is afraid of fires and doesn’t like being warm (all thanks to that demon’s influence).
She believes that lives are very precious to people and no one should take someone else’s life without their will. Kaiya is often feeling like a lost child and is easily confused---she is always worried that she has done the wrong thing. She hopes to one day learn how to heal instead of kill.
…She has no sense of trust…
She’ll cry a lot in her baby stage and try to get away from Aylinn (if she’s ever allowed to become a legend)…what a load of fun stare
Stats -
Strength- 1
Intelligence- 5
Friendliness- 3
Charm- 1
Humor- 2
Creativity- 5
Spirituality- 3
Karma rating- -1 (She’s generally kind but the demon’s mind sort of influences her thoughts and actions)
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 7:59 pm
Name: Achen (meaning "twin" in Ugandan)
Guardian: Perri Indiya, little miss nerdy history queen
Gender: Male
Concept: **Note: I have this written out all long and shiny in story format, this is just a summary
A very inquisitive boy once lived in Uganda, bellonging to the Lugbara tribe, and dorve his parents crazy with questions. His mother was so stressed one day that she told him to go ask the crocodile, as everyone knew she alone held all the knowledge of the world. The boy heeded his mother's advice and went to the river that night to speak to Old Mother Crocodile, followed by the Adraozi - the half people who children of the gods and charged with protecting any human traveling at night from animals, although they would kill any human who turned to look at them. He asks the crocodile to answer every question he can think of, and she agrees to on the condition he will fetch a coal from his house fire and let her eat it so her children will have light when the sleep in her mouth at night. He goes to get the coal, but on the way back to the river is so curios about the Adraozi that he glances back to look at them. In anger at this betrayal, they fall upon the boy and tear of half of his body so he is left like them, with only one arm, leg, eye, etc. He goes to the crocodile, still having his coal, and begs her to heal him with her tears. She says he will, but first he must climb down her throat and place the coal in a special place that does not burn. He does, and when he is in her throat she cries her tears down it and he begins to heal. But the tears hake her throat slippery, and the boy slides into the crocodile stays. There he is made whole, but since the tears touched the crocodile first they make his other half crocodile instead of boy. He grows up inside her belly, learning all the wisdom of the world. When he is big enough, he burst out of her and is shunned by human and crocodile alike. The Crocodile Man then swims down the river to the deepest part of the jungle, doomed to awake each day with all the knowledge of the ages in his head, and by nightfall to have lost it because the human half of his mind cannot hold it. He is more curious than ever, but cannot keep the knowledge he has. He finally kills himself to end his agony by swallowing live coals.
Eye color: One brown, one murky green
Hair color: black
Charm: a bone carved into the rough shape of a crocodile in the center with a tear shaped, clear stone bead on either side, strung on a thin leather chord
Extra Items: A small coal that never dies
RP or No RP: RP! Makes the kid worth raising, right?
Markings: He has very faint, jagged scar line running down the center of his body from forehead on down. A few reptilian features, but the crocodile and the human have clearly blended in the child. A few lines of scales, claws, sharp teeth, maybe the green eye is slitted?
Log Or No Log ( depends on RP or No RP): Log!
Wings: Small, green scaled things if any.
Personality: Achen is nosy little bookworm. He wants to know everything about everyone, and is so persistent he can get on peoples nerves sometimes. His pursuit of knowledge is a superficial one - he wants to collect it more than understand it. When not badgering people for information, he's actually quite shy and wary of others. He doesn't make friends easily, as he's deeply afraid that people will attack or trick him. At the same time, he is rather devious in his pursuit of knowledge and often plays word games so that the truth of his statements can only be taken at face value. He does have a fantastic memory, however, so he may be able to get on with the other legends simply because he won't forget a thing he's learned about them, and so will always have conversation topics on hand. He is not malicious beyond his pursuit of knowledge, as very little else matters to him. While dogged in his search for an answer to his questions, Achen can get frustrated if an answer is not forthcoming and does not appreciate jumping through hoops to get it.
Achen loves swimming but only goes in man-made pools - he's afraid the natural ones have something in them that might be dangerous. He is afraid of the dark and does not like going out without one of the few people he trusts nearby. His metabolism is somewhat effected by temperature, so that he functions a bit better when he's near a heat source. He will not give his word on anything, and rarely trusts other people's
He will probably grow stronger as he ages, since a crocodile is a very muscular creature. And his tears have the strange quality of healing small physical wounds he recieves, but no one else's.
If Achen meets someone who will help him gather knowledge, he will probably befriend them. What he really needs, though, is someone who will teach him to relax and enjoy life, instead of always focusing on knowledge. Hopefully as he grows up he will manage to become a slightly more rounded indiviual, but whether he learns his lesson this time around has yet to be seen. Hopefully, he will come to actually do something with his encyclopedic knowledge, and not just collect it.
Stats -
Strength- 2
Intelligence- 8
Friendliness- 2
Charm- 1
Humor- 3
Creativity- 3
Spirituality- 1
Karma rating- -1 He's not really a bad guy, but his main qualities make him self centered and driven enough that I think it tips him over a bit.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2004 8:28 pm
Name: Nim Shiren
Guardian: Airez Ryong (You know who he is ;3 )
Gender: Female
Concept: A woman of an ancient race of warriors, though she held her strength on being a water mage. She served in many battles that wore out on her emotional state, leaving her a mere shell of what she once was back in her life. As her journey continued, she was set out to find a single person with a partner of hers, friends since childhood. It took years of works but the mission was accomplished and a new goal came into her life, finding new purpose in life. What was the old her came anew, finding herself happy for the first time in this one person she sought out originally. her strength and powers grew, as did her love for the individual
Though as time ran on, a final battle of hers drew her to an end. Abandoned, she was left all alone to deal with a powerful foe, bend on killing all that were in it's way. Death came quickly to Nim, who muttered out the name of the one she loved with her last breath, entrangled in the darkness. ((P.S. I have a nice short story hidden in this thing. I'd just rather not let it all known at in the beginning. ^^; ))
Eye color: Aqua Blue
Hair color: Dark Blue
Charm: A blue orb upon a necklace, attached to the chain cord via a silver cage (the silver wrapped around the circumference in a cross pattern)
Extra Items: None
RP or No RP: RP
Markings: Has two black-band markings around her neck, cold to the touch. A reminder of her death.
Log Or No Log: Log
Wings: None
Personality: Nim is engulfed by a sad aura, never breaking into a smile. Rarely will she speak, or even showing much attention towards others. She has a very shy attitude, keeping to herself usually or wanting to be alone from others. When presented with a situation in which she's forced into socializing, she'll usually just look down at the floor most of the time while listening to what they have to say, giving minscual answers to whatever questions or comments they may have.
While she may be sad by demeanor, she hardly finds it in her to cry or even show fear. The protection of her friends comes first and she'll do what ever she possibly can to help protect them from harm. Even if she is scarred, she lives on to be tolerable around and to help those that require it, as her past allowed.
She does, however, seem happy around Airez or some one she likes. A rare smile will draw up, feeling a slight solace from her friends and wishing to be like them at times. Nim will join a game, though dubious of it, and try her best to enjoy it.
Stats -
Strength- 3
Intelligence- 7
Friendliness- 2
Charm- 1
Humor- 1
Creativity- 2
Spirituality- 4
Karma rating- 5 (A well to do and kind hearted girl, wanting to help those that require it. Still, she is a bit shy and won't do it blindly. )
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2005 2:28 am
((I are teh slow >_< But here be my dream Legend))
Name: Madam Paestri
Gaurdian: Huni Pi
Gender: Female
Concept: Have you heard of the witch who could lure children onto her menu thanks to her unusually delicious house? What about the gingerbread man who sprang to life to escape digestion? How about the Knave of Hearts who pilfered the Queen of her tarts? If you have, then surely you would know that the witch was slain by the very children she attempted to consume. And that if the gingerbread man wasn't devoured by a fox he would have crumbled into soggy bits in the river. And that the Knave of Hearts was severely punished for his appetite and was made to swear off the tarts.
But do you know who gave the witch the recipe for her scrumptious abode? What about the person who provided the ingredients that gave the gingerbread man the ability to flee? How about the person who showed the Queen how to make those delectable tarts? If you have, then surely you would know that it was only one person. That person is the Confectionist Extraordinaire known simply as "Madam Paestri."
Royalty would demand for her wares as if their very life depended on it, peasants would line up from sun up til sun down just for a bite of her goods, even magical denizens would fight tooth and nail just so they could have a taste of her fare. Some would visit her shop just to sigh dreamily at the sight of her skin's exotic, gingerbread hue, and icing pink hair. Others would curiously stare at the chocolate gloves and apron that she was never seen without.
But aside from these things, everything else about Madam Paestri was shrouded in mystery. From her origins, to her sources for ingredients, to her inspiration for the recipes, to the unseen helpers that hide in the kitchen. No one knews how she arrives seemingly overnight with her little shop completley set up the next day, or when she will depart for another town without so much as a word, or how she leaves nothing but a memory to prove she had indeed been there.
Many claimed there was something extraordinary about Madam Paestri, something almost inhuman, something they couldn't even begin to comprehend. For other than the magical creatures that were Madam Paestri's patrons, only a handful of humans knew what the Confectionist Extraordinaire was truly capable of. And only one from this handful lived long enough to tell the Legend of Madam Paestri.
But the words from this person was ignored, declared as lunacy and was soon forgotten. For what was spoken of was Immortality in the shape of a cream puff, True Love in the form of a chocolate biscuit, Eternal Damnation in the guise of an eclaire, and Salvation mixed into a strawberry shortcake. That person knew Paestri had more recipes made (sometimes literally) from the stuff of Dreams, and that each of these special dishes had horrible consequences if eaten for the wrong reason, made with evil intentions, or created with impure ingredients. And Paestri was hunted down, whether the reason was to stop her from creating more of these dishes or to steal her recipes was unclear.
The chase lasted for years, with Madam Paestri always escaping her pursuer by weeks. But in the end, Madam Paestri was slain, before she ceased to breathe, she took a bite from the special dish that she always had with her. She had eaten Rebirth in the form of her chocolate gloves. Her soul travelled for ages, searching for a safe place to start anew, and she found it in a quaint little world called Gaia.
Little did she know that her pursuer had also taken a bite from her gloves...
Eye color: Pink
Hair color: Pink
Charm: A pendant in the shape of a miniature recipe book
Extra Items: A pair of chocolate gloves that will arrive only in her teen stage
RP or No RP: RP of course!
Markings: Her hair is tied into a pretzel knot and her skin resembles the hue of a freshly baked gingerbread man.
Wings: None
Personality: Madam Paestri's personality changes as she grows, as an infant she will be like any regular baby, if not a little extra sweet. She will cry if upset/hungry/hurt and laugh if happy/excited and etc. However, once she grows, Paestri will start acting differently. At the child's stage, Paestri's range of emotions becomes limited, she is unable to feel negative emotions like hate, anger, disappointment, guilt, regret and etc. The only time she will feel fear is when something or someone hurts her physically. She naturally wants to make friends and wants to know everything there is about those she meets.
As a teen, Paestri's personality does a 180 degree change. Instead of the carefree, inquisitive and perky child she was, Pae's now a clingy, self-conscious, almost paranoid teen. She is still able to feel some positive emotions like happiness and laughter, but she is now predominantly afraid of everything and everyone she doesn't know. She feels hunted and trapped for reasons to be explained only through RP's.
Stats -
Strength- 1
Intelligence- 3
Friendliness- 4
Charm- 3
Humor- 3
Creativity- 4
Spirituality- 2
Karma rating- 0 (neutral) She can swing either way XD
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2005 7:05 pm
Name: April
Guardian: Caroline
Gender: female
Concept: (finishing up)
Eye color: a very light blue/gray color
Hair color: strawberry blonde
Charm: a blush colored glowing rose
Extra Items: rose petal clip
RP or No RP: rp
Markings: a strange white rune at the corner of her left eye
Wings: see picture [Fragile like butterfly wings, and fuzzy. Every so often a small sparkle of dust would dance in the air if they were touched.
Personality: April is a very curious girl, and usually goes off to explore her surroundings. However, she can be extremely shy and just brush off to the side if one was too talk to her. Yet, once you get to know her, April can be a devious little girl who woos you under her spell. She loves sweet things like cookies and honey. April also strangly seems to like music very much, she usually hums or just simply claps her hands, i even sometimes find her banging on an old pot or such. In the winter April seems to be very craby, specially when she notices it is cold and there is no life except pine tree covered in snow. However when spring she is delightful and loves to gaze at the flowers and life being created.
Stats -
Strength- 3
Intelligence- 4
Friendliness-1
Charm- 4
Humor- 3
Creativity- 4
Spirituality-1
Karma rating+8((This picture by Amy Brown sort of gave me my inspiration for April.: click ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2005 7:03 am
Quote: Name: Task Gaurdian: Quinny-chan Gender: Male Concept: Task was a Dream Guardian. As such, he worked closely with the Sandman and his Dream Agents, roaming the dream world, protecting the sleep of the innocent. Refered to as Noctambulants, Task and his brethren were charged with battling and capturing the denziens of Nightmare. Without them, Nightmare would infect all the threads of consciousness, remaking the world in their twisted image. As one of the Sandman's most powerful allies, the Noctambulants were always deployed to where the danger was gravest, the need most great. On one such assignment, Task was asked to enter the mind of a young girl. He was told that she was vital to the survival of the human race and he must protect her at all cost. He lived in her mind for months, warding her dreams and watching her life through her eyes. Noctambulants were not ussually given to human emotion, but Task found himself drawn to this girl. Against all the prescripts, he revealed himself to her in a dream; came to her as he was. She touched him and he was hers. As time progressed, he came to love her and she him. He came to her every night, form shifted to be closer to hers. He still had the hind legs and tail of his brethren, but he managed to take on a more human form up top -- tho he did have four arms. They walked and loved in her dreams and when she woke, he waited for her to return. No longer objective, Task struck out at anything traveling her dreams. He almost killed another Noctambulant before the Sandman decided to take action. He called Task to his realm and asked what he desired more than anything else. "Just to be with her," was his reply. "Then sleep. I will see you again when you awake from the dream..." Ordered the Sandman and for the first time in his life, Task laid down and fell into a deep sleep. When he woke, Task lay next to the girl in the semi-human form he had grown accustomed to. He knew he had given something up, but all he could see was her. When he died, many years later, protecting her in life just as he had in the dream, he came to at the feet of the Sandman. "How was your dream, young one? I trust you slept well." *** In this life, Task has been given flesh again. He has been gifted with the ability to shift between his natural form and his semi-human form. He was also discovered with the Dream Bottle that played such an important roll in his past life. As he develops, his dreams will be frequented by the Sandman, who will help him discover what he was and what his new purpose is to be. He will develop the ability to travel dreams, though differently than he had as a Noctambulant. It will come fitfully at first and then manifest with the aid of the Sandman. There's more... but I wouldnt want to give it all away! Eye color: Deep, soul-full brown ... so deep, they seem almost black at times Hair color: Light and tawny, like the color of browned merangue, with creamy accents Charm: His bottle of dreams Extra Features: long, grarly horns covered in charms and light catchers, fur covering his body, six legs (four arms and two legs in human-ish form) tail, when he was in his natural form, he looked like this:  (I did not draw this, but it expressed perfectly everything in my mind) RP or No RP: AR-PEE! Markings: He has some dappling on his rump and his fur ranges from a deep tawny brown, to a lighter browned merangue color, to a lovely cream. Use your judgement. I trust you! Log Or No Log: Log! Wings: None Personality: Task is naturally kind and gentle. A wisdom far behind his years rests in his eyes. He has trouble acclimating to his new body. He has some knowledge of what he used to be, but no real way to express it while a baby and child. He's also in his own head alot, as the Sandman and other Noctambulants communicate with him whether he is asleep or not. Because of this, he might be thought to have madness. While awake, he has no choice but to live in the confines of his current existence, but in his dreams, he is as he was and can manuever more accurately. Stats -Strength- 2 Intelligence- 5 Friendliness- 4 Charm- 3 Humor- 2 Creativity- 1 Spirituality- 3 Karma rating- 6 (as a Noctambulant, he was neutral, but his experience with love has left him leaning towards the side of good.)
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2005 5:00 pm
Ideas for people without ideas? Umm...
Perhaps a half-plant Legend? Elephant goddess? Griphon? Gargoyle? Embodiment of Pain/Torture/Spirit/Joy/Emotions? Sandman Legend?
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2005 12:11 pm
Well I haven't thought much into this idea yet, but I think that it would be awesome to have a Legend based off of The Secret Garden.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2005 7:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2005 11:38 am
Name: Liam (a Celtic name that means "guardian")
Guardian: D-chan Spiro, fox halfling and dark magic user, blah blah blah ( xd )
Gender: Male
Concept: A slightly more benign take on demon lore:
Way back when, there was a race of people who loved heat. So much, in fact, that they dug their way into the earth's crust and made their homes as close to the earth's hot core as they could manage. Being the slightly paranoid beings they were, these people felt that the surface dwellers were going to come down and try to get rid of them, so they chose one of their own to act as a guardian.
The one they chose was quite impressive in strength and stature and intelligence. He seemed to be the best candidate for the job of guarding their civilization...except for the fact that he had an insatiable curiosity. He was an explorer. So, when no one was around to see, he took off to see the surface world. People who saw him rise up from the earth thought him to be a demon, which is how the whole "rising from the underworld" thing came about.
The guardian became infatuated with a single great mystery...the sun. It looked so small, but it gave such warmth...so he decided that he was going to take it out of the sky and bring it back to his people. He abandoned his post, went to the surface, stole the wings of a great eagle, ringed his eyes with soot too keep the light from blinding him, and flew off to take the sun.
At first, it wasn't so bad...and then the air started to thin, and it grew harder to fly. Still, he pushed on...and just when he was sure he would reach the sun...there was a solar eclipse. The guardian was unfamiliar with such phenomena, and so he thought that the sun was disappearing from the sky completely. Then it was gone, and he gave up.
As he was flying back, something shot past him and crashed into the earth below. When he reached the site, he found a deep crater, and a large rock glowing red with the heat. Thinking it was some good sign, he took it and went back to his home...
...that wasn't a home anymore. The surface dwellers had watched him come out of his hole and wander away. Believing there to be more demons below, they flooded the tunnels and the farthest cavern, and killed any who made it to the surface. The guardian, wrought with grief at his mistake, lived out the rest of his life trying to find others like himself, only to die alone, the last of his people.
I guess the earth works in mysterious ways, bringing him back again...
Eye Color: Amber-gold (also: slitted like a dragon's eyes)
Hair Color: Flame red
Charm: A piece of a meteorite strung on a fraying cord
Extra Items: None
RP or No RP: RPRPRPRPRPRPRP~!!! *cough* Um, RP please.
Markings: Black rings around his eyes that feed into black lines running down his face; claw-like hands and feet; and dark, tough, almost scale-like leathery skin.
Log or No Log: LOG~!!
Wings: Large ones, formerly white, now charred black and molting
Personality: Liam remembers very little of his former life, but the events from that time dictate his new personality. He is very over-protective of those he considers his family, and when told to keep watch over something, he tries to do it without distraction. Unfortunately, his curiosity and need for exploration still abound, so he winds up getting into trouble often enough. He is very self-conscious about his appearance and realizes that he looks different from other people, even frightening in some circles, and so he tries to take great care not to be seen. It doesn't help in making friends, but that's how things go. He's shy, in that respect, but often enough his curiosity will get the better of him and he winds up coming out of his shell to investigate people or things.
Stats
Strength - 4
Intelligence - 4
Friendliness - 2
Charm - 1
Humor - 3
Creativity - 3
Spirituality - 3
Karma Rating - 0 (he made a mistake, but he's not really evil. On the same line, he's not exactly good, either. He could swing either way, depending on where life takes him.)
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 4:26 pm
legend ideas... that i might consider doing sometime down the line XD
a seven sins child...
see no, speak no, hear no evil child...
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 5:51 pm
cheshire legend ideas... that i might consider doing sometime down the line XD a seven sins child... see no, speak no, hear no evil child... Mmm Hear-no, speak-no, see-no.. Always liked that. My photography project last semester was based on that. Very simple but fun.
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