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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 12:54 pm
|INTRODUCTION|
Welcome, stranger, to the small corners of the great forest inhabited by a collection of creatures whose lives have, in some way, been entangled with each others'. Contained within is the story of Clarion, an orphaned ferret who just wants to do some good in the world. Here you can find the saga of the Sangreal family; of Eglantine, the runaway and Marceline, the barely-adult heir apparent. Should you be interested in the deeds- or perhaps misdeeds- of the younger generation, tales Marceline's adopted son and apprentice Finn might be bouncing around, too...
Won't you have a look?
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 12:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 1:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 1:27 pm
|CODES| Journal Entry[align=center][color=SPEECH][size=14]”Quote or lyrics.”[/size][/color]
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Footer[/align] RP Log Entry|Title|Summary|Participants|Status|Link Battle Log Entry|Participants|Status|Result|Link| Eglantine: Speech[color=#442A31][/color] Clarion: Speech[color=#5B2E04][/color] Marceline: Speech[color=#5F5F5F][/color] Finn: Speech[color=#582506][/color] Header/Footer ColoursGo to tektek.org/color and select one-way back-and-forth. Use #b35207 as the starting colour and #663216 as the end. Put it in size 14 for a header and size 9 for a footer. Main Text Colour[color=cornflowerblue][/color]
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 4:01 pm
”All the good in the world you can put inside a thimble and still have room for you and me.”  Name: Eglantine Sangreal
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Tribe: Breezemoor
Species: Wildcat
Career: Highwayman
Family: Father- Sinclair Sangreal. Mother- Narcisse Sapin, nee Sangreal. Brother- René Sangreal. Two half-sisters- Marceline and Soledad Sangreal.
Friends: N/A
Acquaintances: N/A
Enemies: N/A
History: Eglantine was one of the lucky ones growing up. It seemed as though she'd been presented with the world on a silver platter. Her family was well-to-do, wealthy enough to provide their children with everything. She had a brother a few seasons younger than she was, and they were wonderfully close. She and René shared nearly everything- they stuck together, not letting anything or anyone come between them. However, this luxurious lifestyle came at the price of her freedom. Her parents were ridiculously controlling and never let their children do anything. When Eglantine was on the cusp of adulthood, she got the notion that she should run away from home- all she'd ever known was her sheltered lifestyle. She wanted to see the world, live like the pirates and bandits in stories, and generally have some real fun for once in her life. So, full of idealism and a complete lack of a realistic idea of how the world worked, she set out in the dead of night, ready to embark upon a life of crime. After getting herself royally lost and practically killed several dozen times, she fell in with a band of merry bandits who were more than willing to accept a fierce-looking femme fatale with her own cutlass (nevermind how cracked it was) and a mysterious past. She never had a pang of moral compulsion... not until the day she had the briefest of family reunions.
She'd been playing the sentry on a path through the forest when two tomcats, one ginger, one golden came along. The two looked extremely wealthy, and were paw-in-paw, meaning they were probably not paying attention to anything. Licking her lips, the wildcat leaped out, hissing. "Stand an' deliver, or the devil 'e may take ya!" she snarled. The larger of the two shoved his gold-coated companion behind him, fumbling with a fancy basket-hilted rapier and attempted to engage her in battle. Laughing, she fenced with him for a few moments. Classically trained in the swordbeast's art- clearly no match for the real world. She ran him through, damaging her sword probably beyond repair this time. But no matter- she'd said his money or his life, and since he wouldn't give up one willingly, she had to take them both forcefully. Grinning as she hastily looted his pockets, she rose to figure out why his partner hadn't attacked her back.
The other tom was staring down at her, paralyzed not by fear, but by shock and disgust. Her face fell to match his as she realized what she'd done.
It had been René, come to look for her. But after witnessing what she'd done, seeing the blood on her claws and maw and his lover's limp form on the ground, he fled, horrified. Once she realized what she'd done, she bolted after him, contrite. However, he was unwilling to forgive- or even acknowledge- and she never saw him again. She soon decided it was time to retire from robbing from the rich and giving to herself. She bought a boat and took to the river, hoping to figure out where he went. She searched for many long seasons, but he didn't want to be found and she didn't want to face her family. A voice on the wind told her that he might be hiding somewhere near or past the hot lands or over the river, so now she kicks about in Breezemoor (and Mossflower, when she can get there), searching for rumors of her brother and ferrying passengers when she feels like it.
Personality: What Eglantine was is entirely unimportant, and she'll probably attack you if you even bring it up. What she is now is a jaded, bitter, individual who battles frequently with bouts of depression. Fond of ale and solitude, she doesn't want to talk to you. Not really. Not most of the time. Occasionally, she swings into manic mode and becomes incredibly friendly and talkative. Best to avoid her in these moods, as she'll only be grouchy about it tomorrow. She feels as though she has the constant need to punish herself for alienating René as she did, and until they meet again, she won't let up.
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Songs: The Seven Deadly Sins, Flogging Molly
Songs: Salty Dog, Flogging Molly
Songs: Liar (Murder Mix), Emilie AutumnSongs: Misery is the River of the World, Tom Waits
Songs: Little Drop of Poison, Tom Waits
Songs: (Most of Tom Waits' stuff is pretty applicable here.)
Voice: She has a voice in my head that doesn't exist in the real world. It's somewhere between Jill Tracy and Amanda Palmer, only with a timbre that's a good deal harsher.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 4:04 pm
|Eglantine's Logs|Roleplay Logs
|Black Sheep, Blacker Sheep, Blackest Sheep|Eglantine catches up on the family news...|Eglantine|Finished|X|
|WHAT IS THIS LOVE OF WHICH YOU SPEAK neutral A little love potion makes everything awry...|Eglantine and Leandar|Finished|X|
|Drinkity Drink Drink Drink!|The first of Milligan's Green Day Drinking Contests.|Many|Finished|Starts here|
|I Need One Hundred Beers. Exactly One Hundred Beers.|The second of Milligan's Green Day Drinking Contests|Many|Finished|Starts here
|I'M KING OF THE WORLD|Round Three of the Terriblest Drinking Contest Ever.|Many|Finished|Starts here.|
|Family Reunion|Round Four of the terrible contest. Who is that mysterious stranger?|Eglantine, Marceline, Finn|Finished|Starts here.|
Battle Logs|.:introduction:.|.:certs:.|.:inventory:.|.:codes:.|.:characters:.|.:logs:.|
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 4:46 pm
”Quote or lyrics.”  Name: Clarion Hazelbranch
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Tribe: Woodhaven
Species: Ferret
Career: Medic
Family: None known.
Friends: Haliford, Hedgehog
Acquaintances: N/A
Enemies: N/A
History: Clarion never knew his parents. It wasn't because they died in battle or anything, though. Nothing that noble. He was abandoned as an infant, born of a wayward father and a starry-eyed, impressionable young mother. A good girl. Good girls don't go and do what she did. So the baby was left in another tribe's territory with the name Clarion scrawled on his blankets and that was that. He was taken in by the tribe with no parents in particular, named after the bush he was found under, and left mostly to play and roam as he wished. He grew up very concerned with authority, as he didn't want to upset any of the tribesbeasts, and very jealous of the other children who had parents of their own. This led to more than one fight, but eventually, he straightened out and flew right.
When he was an adolescent, he started following one of the local shrew medics around, hoping to learn a trade as he had no parents to teach him one of his own. As the medic had no children, he thought that they'd be a perfect match. Medicine came pretty easy to him, and he quickly learned how to identify healing herbs and how to treat injuries from minor burns to broken bones. When the doctor grew too old to properly see, it made sense that her apprentice would take over the practice, so he did.
Now, he is content to heal the gentlebeasts of the forest. While he's thought about joining the warriors, he knows that his place is here in the woods. Woodhaven is the only home he's known, but he's not particularly attached to the place. He sees the whole forest under the Great Tree's protection as something to be cared for. He's willing to be a patient doctor who can care for the myriad scrapes and fevers for anybody, be they Treebeast, river rat, or desert warrior.
Personality: Quiet, respectful, loyal, and solid, Clarion has turned out as well as a parentless child can. He's very careful around those in authority. The jealousy he felt in his youth has matured into this intense protective instinct to keep families intact so that nobody will ever feel as lonely as he did. He's got a natural soft spot for foundlings and orphans, and has been known to foster a little one from time to time.
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Voice: This. No. Seriously. He sounds just like Mark Hamill in my head and has that same sincere drivenness as Luke Skywalker.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 8:26 am
|Clarion's Logs|Roleplay Logs
|Choose Your Own Advenutre|Clarion must escape from a crazed badger who wants to eat him!|Many|Finished|X|
|Drinkity Drink Drink Drink!|The first of Milligan's Green Day Drinking Contests.|Many|Finished|Starts here|
|I Need One Hundred Beers. Exactly One Hundred Beers.|The second of Milligan's Green Day Drinking Contests|Many|Finished|Starts here|
|I'M KING OF THE WORLD|Round Three of the Terriblest Drinking Contest Ever. Clarion is the king of the memes.|Many|Finished|Starts here.|
Battle Logs|.:introduction:.|.:certs:.|.:inventory:.|.:codes:.|.:characters:.|.:logs:.|
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 6:15 pm
"You fight for your life because the fighter never quits. You make the most of the hand you're dealt because the quitter never wins.”  Name: Marceline Sangreal
Gender: Female
Age: Young Adult
Tribe: Hallowmarl
Species: Wildcat
Career: Warrior
Family: Father- Sinclair Sangreal. Mother- Silvertail Sangreal, nee Swiftclaw. Two half-siblings, Eglantine and René Sangreal. One full sibling, Soledad. One adopted son/apprentice, Finn the squirrel.
Friends: Leandar, wildcat
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Enemies: N/A
History: She was a child of frustration and illicit meetings. But how could she know this? Completely unimportant to the girl were the facts and the reasons behind her birth. The wildcat Sinclair Sangreal had been taken with her mother. Silvertail Swiftclaw was fast and fierce, much like him. He would have been content to continue his trysts with her without getting any more serious. It wasn't like he cared what the mate his parents had chosen for him as a kitten thought about the whole thing. However, he'd wanted an heir. It wouldn't have had to be a son. Just a strong child to carry on in his stead. His eldest daughter would have been quite capable, had she not run off seasons before. She'd proved too elusive and too unwilling to return home. No, she wouldn't do at all. His son... was little more than a milksop, a spoon-fed dandy coddled by his mother. He'd not seen the boy in a very long time, and, as much of a bad father as he knew it made him, he didn't much care. Clearly he'd found satisfaction elsewhere. This brought him to the third child in line, the one they called b*****d. He'd liked her from the start, often visiting on the sly and sending her little gifts during her toddler years. She had his eyes, the blood-red eyes that he'd once seen in another little girl, a long time ago. They were his father's eyes. His grandmother's eyes. Eyes that ran with the fighting spirit. Yes, this one would be strong. This pleased him immensely.
Somehow, for some reason, a reason the kitten never understood, she and her mother were able to finally move in with her father. It was a time of great joy for her, being young and part of a real family. Her father parents taught her all kinds of things- how to hunt, how to fish, how to fight- and she wrestled and sparred with the little sister that came along a few seasons later. For a long time, they were content. They were happy. But all innocence fades eventually...
She wasn't aware of the whispers in the forest until she was old enough to understand what they meant. She and her mother weren't Sinclair's first family. None of that was left. His daughter gone off to be, as rumor put it, a bandit, his son left with some big ginger tom that had come through, and his mate left him. Some said she'd been driven away. It didn't so much matter that there was the obvious fact that she predated her parents' social union. The way it was being handled, though- this was unacceptable behavior, and the fact that Sinclair was flaunting it was beyond the pale. He shouldn't be proud that his children and mate abandoned him! Eventually, the pointed looks and dark whispers got to her. She began to lash out, eventually taking a chunk out of the wrong rabbit. She was swiftly developing a reputation as being mad, bad, and dangerous to know. This, of course, had the opposite of its intended effect. She reveled in the title, but it wasn't quite enough. She needed more of a real challenge. And she wanted to make things a little easier on her parents, socially. She had the sneaking suspicion that as much as they brushed it off, it did really bother them. And of course, there was her sister's prospects to consider. So, seeking and receiving her family's blessing, she set off for the bleak lands of Hallowmarl to prove herself a champion. She would set up a home there, living in the toughest of lands, and roam the forest, looking for a fight...
And for those long-lost half-siblings of hers. She wanted to make her family a bit envious, a bit reverential, and most importantly, proud.
All of them.
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Songs: The Warrior's Code, the Dropkick Murphys
Songs: Another One Bites The Dust, Queen
Voice: Remember Michelle Pfeiffer in Batman? Fairly close to that.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 6:17 pm
|Marceline's Logs|Roleplay Logs
|Ambush!|Marceline fights off some bandits and gains some admiration.|Marceline, Leandar, potential others|Active|X|
|Adoption|An unlikely family is forged|Marceline, Finn|Finished|X|
Lily's Thrift Shop Treasures|Marceline swaps her gold anklets for some spiffy boots.|Lily Robinson, Marceline, Many|X
|The Gavel in the Court|The Hallowmarl Court goes on patrol.|The Hallowmarl Court|In Progress|X
|Drinkity Drink Drink Drink!|The first of Milligan's Green Day Drinking Contests.|Many|Finished|Starts here|
|I Need One Hundred Beers. Exactly One Hundred Beers.|The second of Milligan's Green Day Drinking Contests|Many|Finished|Starts here|
|I'M KING OF THE WORLD|Round Three of the Terriblest Drinking Contest Ever.|Many|Finished|Starts here.|
|Family Reunion|Round Four of the terrible contest. Who is that mysterious stranger?|Eglantine, Marceline, Finn|Finished|Starts here.|
Battle Logs|.:introduction:.|.:certs:.|.:inventory:.|.:codes:.|.:characters:.|.:logs:.|
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 10:47 am
"Quote or Lyrics Here”  Name: Finn Sangreal
Gender: Male
Age: Child
Tribe: Hallowmarl
Species: Squirrel
Career: Professional Nuisance
Family: Adopted mother- Marceline. Two biological brothers, Rhys and Tuck.
Friends: Zephra, rabbit; a bunch of orphans
Acquaintances: A bunch more orphans
Enemies: Probably some more orphans
History: It's tough for an orphan, but when that orphan spends his days being a professional jerkass, well, it only makes things tougher. Finn and his band of brothers had languished at Zephra's orphanage for more than a season, consistently getting passed over by adults who wanted less irritating orphans to adopt. However, things couldn't be all roses- one day, Finn was roughly shoved out the door with a traveling ferret, destined for Hallowmarl.
Hallowmarl! He could hardly believe it. Sure, he'd been a little trouble to poor ol' Zephra, but had he really done anything to merit that kind of punishment? At least the ferret wasn't going to be his guardian- the grouchy beast was liberal with his fists and was very insistent that he'd have nothing to do with Finn once he'd been delivered. The squirrel had wondered what kind of beast would ask for a mail-order orphan. Couldn't his new parents be arsed to come to Mossflower and pick him out themselves? He'd seen other kids get adopted- how they went into the arms of a cooing, happy young couple, or else were well-received by a horde of new brothers and sisters- but he'd never actually heard of anybody asking for an orphan sight unseen. What kind of parent would do that?
Apparently a young warrioress, that's who. His new mother wasn't at all the kind of person Finn was expecting. He was her apprentice primarily, her son secondarily. He didn't call her mommy; she didn't call him child. At times there was some tenderness- when he was sick, hurt, or frightened, but most of the time their relationship was professional. Honestly, this suited him far more than a doting mumsy-poo would have. Marceline was tough, like him. She knew how to channel his energy and his aggression. Ultimately, they understood each other and this understanding, rather than love, was what the lad needed.
Plus, she had all kinds of fun jewelry to steal. And boy was she funny-lookin' when she got mad!
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 10:58 am
|Finn's Logs|Roleplay Logs
|Adoption|An unlikely family is forged|Marceline, Finn|Finished|X|
|Amelia's Amazing Trunk of Pure Amazingness!|Finn gets to belch on stage and gets reunited with his brothers. This was the best day ever.|Finn, Rhys, Tuck, Many|Finished|X|
|The Gavel in the Court|The Hallowmarl Court goes on patrol.|The Hallowmarl Court|In Progress|X
|Drinkity Drink Drink Drink!|The first of Milligan's Green Day Drinking Contests.|Many|Finished|Starts here|
|I Need One Hundred Beers. Exactly One Hundred Beers.|The second of Milligan's Green Day Drinking Contests|Many|Finished|Starts here|
|I'M KING OF THE WORLD|Round Three of the Terriblest Drinking Contest Ever.|Many|Finished|Starts here.|
|Family Reunion|Round Four of the terrible contest. Who is that mysterious stranger?|Eglantine, Marceline, Finn|Finished|Starts here.|
Battle Logs|.:introduction:.|.:certs:.|.:inventory:.|.:codes:.|.:characters:.|.:logs:.|
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