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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 11:04 am

This is Odnako and GrayCrow's room, where their journal is kept. Please respect their privacy and don't post here without permission

Name: Odnako
Guardian: GrayCrow
DoE: December 17, 2005
Gender: Female
Height: 1,9 ft

Personality: unknown
Likes: unknown
Dislikes: unknown
Special Abilities: unknown

Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 11:06 am

Main Ingredient(s): Reindeer Antlers
Original Spell: An old Arctic shaman wished to possess all the reindeer herds of his many enemies, and all those herds that belonged to the foreigners across the Sea in every direction: South, East, West, and North. To gather the reindeer more quickly, he chanted an incantation to make them fly to him at once from all the corners of the world
What went wrong: Being old and and having a weak voice, his incantation to the spirits was misheard, and instead of being granted instant, flying reindeer, he recieved a crying, infant reindeer. The spirits seemed to have gotten the bit about flying, though; the tiny antlers poking from her shoulders seem to have been their way of putting wings on a reindeer

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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:10 pm

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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:11 pm

||Rules||

1. Posting in Odnako's room is permitted for all Guardians and their Mishaps. As of now, there is no one else who should need to post here, although this may change with time.

2. Respect my characters. This pertains to you as the player--your character can be as disrespectful, mean, snarky, etc. towards Gray and Odnako, but please don't insist that I use my characters to help you further a plot point with some terribly complex and painful scenario you worked up. I will NOT adjust my characters to suit your needs. (This does not mean that I will not help you further a plot or anything, only that I will keep my characters true to their natures.))

3. If you would like to leave a gift or arrange a playdate, just leave a single post here and I'll get back to you ASAP. :3

4. I will most likely not be putting transcripts in here, except for more important ones, quests and such, because I'm lazy.

5. Not everything is in chronological order. That's actually more of a warning than a rule, come to think of it...

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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:12 pm

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December
12.18.2005: I walked into a strange little shop this morning and walked out with a baby. A baby what, who knows, but she reminds me of Doe. If only she didn't cry...

Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:14 pm

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The room itself seems to be in a flurry of activity. A cradle is nestled in one corner, various and sundry toys scattered across the floor, some in unusual places--even Gray isn't sure how two of the plushes ended up on the ceiling fan. Plants are scattered throughout, great potted ferns and delicate bonsais and fragile orchids, but there seems to be no order to the madness. Gray is still setting up, after all.

Everything smells of mint tea, when it does not smell of African violets or ivy or the crisp fresh smell of green growing things. A few chipped mugs are hiding in a bookcake with no books, and there are boxes, boxes everywhere, but Gray's doing her best. Everything looks relatively baby-proof, although goodness knows how long the carpet will last under those hooves.

The door is always open--Gray doesn't seem to give a second though to the idea of thieves or mischief-makers. It isn't as though she doesn't make enough mischief on her own.

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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:15 pm

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Name: Odnako
Nickname: None, so far.
Meaning: There is a certain style of Russian joke known for its use of cultural stereotypes. One of these stereotypes are the Chukchi, a people indigenous to northeast Russia, who are often depicted as primitive and simple-minded, but also clever in their naivety. A staple of these Chukchi jokes is the Chukchi constantly saying "odnako", which means "however".
The Chukchi still herd reindeer for a living (although their way of life has been changed for the worse since the Soviets reorganized their economy), and the shaman who "created" Odnako was himself a Chukcha. Over time, Gray will teach Odnako some of the ideas and stories of her native people.
Gender: Female
Date of Emergence: 12.18.2005--making her a Wood Rooster Sagittarius.
Stage: Baby
Hair Color: Sort've orange-y, but it gets darker at the tips.
Eye Color: There's a reason they call it baby blue. Gray wonders what colors they will eventually turn.
Status: ...Baby?
Likes: Crawling about, getting underfoot, sulking...
Dislikes: Gray wishes she knew, maybe she could get the silly thing to stop wailing then.
Friends: None
Personality: So far as Gray can tell, the only predictable thing about Odnako is her unpredictability. She goes from quietly sleeping one moment to wailing and thrashing the next, and she can leap from her arms and kick and all sorts of things most babies shouldn't do. Sometimes, she will find Odnako just resting quietly, eyes open, seeming to stare at something Gray can't see.

Jabir's Infirmary Note

- her hooves slit more than would be expected
- shows signs of becoming a good runner

Well, at least she doesn't have fully functioning fingers... hate to see what the tyke could do with thumbs...

Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:18 pm

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Name: Has taken to calling herself Gray.
Nickname: None
Gender: Female
Age: Precisely one day older than humankind, "give or take a few million years," as she likes to say.
Hair Color: At the moment, purple.
Eye Color: Usually a light gray, but some days it seems darker...
Status: Presumed single, as she'll flirt with anything.
Likes: Food, shiny objects, beautiful weather, all manner of wildlife, quiet, getting in trouble without getting caught, Raven and her few remaining friends...
Dislikes: Jackal, reliving old memories, being lonely, forgetting the Old World That Was, not being able to fly, running out of socks, not having any tea...
Personality: Tolerant, if a little on the... well, weird side. She has a strange sense of humor, and really can't keep a straight face about everything. She's forever making (bad) puns, acting childishly innocent, and gently teasing everyone around her. She has a motherly air to her, but she is rough around the edges, uncouth and even glaringly uneducated in some areas. But she is a good person, one to be trusted even, if only you happen to catch her on a Good Day, and Bad Days are few and far between.
She's also pretty damn loopy, and has a habit of saying things that make absolutely no sense in the context of a conversation. No worries, you'll get used to it.

Other: Gray wears an eyepatch at most times, having but one eye, and a monocle in the other, having poor eyesight. However, this is far from her strangest feature. The more human she thinks and feels--such feelings as greed, unprovoked anger, love, kindness, generosity, and anguish--the more human she appears. At this stage in her life, she is almost always fully human, although she still smells faintly of warm, dusty feathers. More animalistic emotions--protectiveness, fear, basic instincts, physical pain--will make her appear more avian in appearance. Occasionally, she can be seen with bird-like claws for fingernails, the long toes and hopping gait of a bird, and on very rare instances, two small feathers protrude from her shoulders. It has been a long, long time since Gray has been animal enough even to fly.

History: Come to me, children, come sit here by my feet, take a sweet, have a seat, and I'll tell you my tale if your ears I may hold.

Long, long ago, there was the Old World That Was, before the killing and dying and hurt ever was, before it had been dreamed up and schemed up by some old rotten hag. And the Old World That Was was ever so peaceful, where the clear brooks flowed free and the animals, the lion and the lamb, the hound and the hart, could play together without fear. And in the Old World That Was there were two trees, two very big trees, filled with beautiful fruit and sweet smells. There were other trees, full of sweet fruit and beautiful smells, so many you could not see the lands beyond the World That Was for the trees, and there was ever so much to it.

But these two trees, so beautiful, so sweet, you could not eat. Oh, you could, but you must not. You must not eat of the one, for it is said to grant eternal life, and that is something we did not need; there was no death, no dying. You must not eat of the other, for it will make you as a god is, full of knowledge of evil, and to know evil is to create it when you are small and fleshly.

But they ate of the second fruit, the evil fruit, the youngest ones did, and away they went, away, away from the Old World That Was. But the birds and the beasties stayed on in the Old World That Was, eating the good fruit, but eating each other now, gnawing each other's bones and dying, dying.

But the old forbidden trees remained. And accidentally, oh, by accident and mistake and ignorance, those birds and beasties--even the slippery slimery ones in the big blue ocean--sometimes ate the old forbidden fruit. And they ate of the one and became immortal, living forever and ever, and they ate of the other and learned of the evil in the world. And they learned to watch over the world, according to their kind, and their will, and they were ever so clever, cleverer always than the two who first left the Old World That Was.

But slowly, slowly, they wandered away from the Old World That Was, and there was no way back, and they lived forever always wandering. Always wandering, poor souls, and forever becoming less and less animal and more and more man. Nightingale lost her sweet voice. And Jay forgot how to dream others' dreams. And Crow, poor Crow, lost her sweet Raven and wanders the New World That Is, telling her stories, her old, sad stories.

Overview: Gray is, in actuality, a corvid that lived in the Garden of Eden. She ate both of the Tree of Life, making her immortal, and the Tree of Knowledge, making her nearly-human. Many animals did the same; these god-like animals did as they pleased, and are the true source of many culture's animal myths. Gray will still mention these animals by name; Raven seems to have been her favorite, Jackal and Coyote her least favorite, and everyone else seems to fall in-between.

It is assumed that Jackal is still alive, but Raven, sadly, is not.

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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:19 pm

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She looks so sweet and peaceful here... what a curious little baby. Those ears are always moving, and she's already scampering; goodness knows, by the time she's a toddler she might be outrunning her ol' mom.