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 Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2022 5:13 am
 (Art by Scarlett Arbuckle)
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2022 10:53 am
Table of Contents / Rules / Contact Information ToC
Staff Post
-Cert, Link to Official Uncert & Inventory
Table of Contents & Rules
Basic Info
History
RP Log
Art (Official and Non)
Growth Requirements
Rules
Do not post in this thread unless you are staff, myself, or invited first. By posting this I am agreeing to follow ToS and shop rules, so I would invite the reader to do the same.
Contact Information
I am always open for plotting/rps! That being said, some ways you can contact me are listed below;
PM
Discord: PaintedMoose *1121
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2022 10:57 am
Imri
Pronunciation: Emm-ree
Race: 1/2 Shifter 1/2 Elaria
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Tall thanks to his Aishan blood, but a gangly sort of teenager.
Personality: While headstrong and quick to anger, Imri places his well being above all else. He can be levelheaded when the time calls for it, but in that calm is a thick vein of spite. There is no hesitancy about him when it comes to violence; to him it’s not a matter of if so much as when. Imri feels his emotions quite strongly and while he would much rather avoid others at all costs he has no qualms in letting those who dare get close know exactly what he’s feeling.
His initial instinct is to distrust everyone he meets and getting past that barrier is made all the harder by his stubborn refusal to see good in others. He cares for his family, even if he’s awkward about showing it, but fears being used by others and mocked for his mixed blood behind his back. Despite it all he’s a hard worker and strives to be useful to his community, even if some would rather not have him there at all. Every time he’s wanted to give up and hide his mothers have pushed him to keep moving in their own ways.
At his core Imri is devoted to his goddess. He believes wholeheartedly that Elzira chose to make him for a reason even if he struggles with his identity as both a follower and a son daily. Ai taught Imri long ago that it is better to let others hate and fear him than to bow his head and walk in shame so that’s exactly what he plans to do.
Unique Facts:
-doesn't like having his things messed with. Once he places an object somewhere he expects it to stay there
-has a piebald keldari named Buttercup
-received his scars in a hunting accident. Instead of being upset he has them, he's upset he got them over something so stupid
Musical Inspo: Boom
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2022 11:00 am
History Imri and his twin, Zivah, were the first born to a pair that by all rights should have never been. His mothers are an unconventional pair consisting of a former Oban 'pet' and an ex-extremist. When Lucijah found Ai on the verge of death she could have ended things right then with a well placed dagger and instead her kindness saved a murderer. While every detail hasn't been given to the children just yet the details of their past lives hasn't been hidden. Year by year, bit by bit, Imri is coming to know more about the women whose love defied fate itself to bring him here.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2022 11:09 am
Family Tree Mothers: Lucijah & Ai
Sister: Zivah
Lucijah's side
Parents: Oleksy & Margo (NPCs)
Half-Brother (via Oleksy): Juno
Ai's side
Mothers: Vilasini (NPC - dead) & Xai (NPC - dead)
Sister: Iona
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2022 12:59 pm
RP Log Youngling
[WE] Treasure Hunter - Zivah
[WE] Legendary - x
[Yael] Intruder Alert - Zira
[Yael] Sole Advocate - Lucijah
Prentice
[Yael] What have we here - Akeldama
[Yael] Don't shank me - Zohra
[Yael] Temper of Twilight - Zohra
[Yael] A Long Time Coming - Fam
[Yael] Chances - Seiong
S2
[Matori] A Strange Gift - Raffrdeigh
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2022 4:37 pm
Growth Prentice Growth Form Character Name: Imri
Class Promotion: Blade [Amazon - Swords]
Current Location: Zinris [Soon to be Traveling]
Journal: [URL Link]
Growth Point Links:
[1] Solo 1
Class Affinity/Choice Solo: [URL Link, this solo must be focused on why or how a character chooses their class path]
Growth Blurb: [Tell us how your character has grown this stage!]
Physical Description: Ref 1, Ref 2, Ref 3
Just some general inspo that can be an entirely new outfit or a build on what he has now. The only thing that should remain untouched is his pendant.
His hair can remain the same or get changed up. That part is completely CC
Body Type: Facial scaring ref (same as before, just listing as a refresher) with the chunk missing in his left ear. He's a tall boy whose starting to fill out and he definitely has the muscle needed to swing swords (or break knee caps)
Preferred Artists: [List your top 2-3, just in case your first pick is unavailable]
WIPs: [Are you open to having wips or livestreams posted/sent before the art is finished or do you want it to be surprised?]
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2023 4:56 pm
Class Choice Solo - Amazon (Swords) Imri looked up into the bows of Elzira’s mighty branches with an anxious heart. On the eve of his family’s departure Ai had decided that her children ought to look upon Elzira one last time. It was meant to be a period of self-reflection; a moment of prayer before their lives were forever changed.
Instead, Imri was more aware than ever about how his sheer presence unsettled the elders. He’d always done his best to avoid walking through Zinris with his hood down. While there had been some others bloomed of an earthling parent and an Aishan mother most retained their antennae. Imri had always been convinced that if he’d just had them then maybe he could blend a little better, but no number of disguises could hide who he was. Not only did his very features betray him, but Imri had been born the first son of Elzira and, as far as he was aware, the only son.
For years he’d stayed away from his Mother Tree because he thought that was only fair. He’d found comfort with Lucijah and her teachings more so than Ai. His relationship with his Alkidike mother was…complicated, at best, so his views on his heritage were strained. More than anything Imri had always wanted to prove he was just as good as Zivah; just as fast, just as strong, as smart, as brave…Why hadn’t she noticed? Why did she always turn her back on him? It didn’t matter how well he performed in training the Elders were quick to reward others less skilled than him and after a while…Imri started to believe them.
He'd grown withdrawn. Spent less and less time with his peers. When he was younger Imri tried desperately to make friends with the other Elarians his age, but when they either snubbed him or walked straight past in favor of Zivah he stopped. He could cry, scream, kick as many trees as he wanted but nothing changed. And the one time Ai had addressed it she told him to stop his tears.
”Make a choice, Imri; become the victim or show them your fangs.”
At the time he was seven, but Imri never forgot it. There weren’t many moments that he could remember where Ai had taken him out on her own without Zivah or Lucijah around to train. That had been the first and arguably the hardest. When he woke up in the woods terrified of noises he couldn’t see she hadn’t comforted him like Lucijah would; just told him she was on watch and that should be enough. Now he knew – or thought? – it was her way of being supportive, but then…then he’d hated her. Imri grew up surer than the sun would rise that his mother hated him despite any contradictions that Lucijah would give him.
And then…he’d heard it straight from Ai’s mouth.
She’d resented his blooming. In those early years they’d both struggled and if he’d never listened in one his mothers’ private conversation Imri never would have known. Ai battled with everything she’d been conditioned to believe and the culture that raised her while her son fought against an absent parent who chose favorites. Even now, as he stood beside her to pay reverence toward their goddess, Imri found himself on edge. Not once had Ai ever raised a hand to him or withheld protection, she’d just…distanced herself to the point that instead of seeing someone to look up to he viewed her as a stranger. A vicious, war thirsty brute that could easily strip the skin from his body and yet…she hadn’t left him behind this time.
Ever since her talk with Lucijah Ai had done her best to include Imri in her training with Zivah. It was…awkward, on all accounts, but…she was trying. Now that he was spending more time with her Imri noticed she didn’t reach out to Zivah as other mothers did their daughters and oddly enough that made him feel better. She’d taken Zivah under her wing, but Ai’s reluctance toward open affection wasn’t just because of him. It was just her.
When he closed his eyes Imri tried to focus on what he wanted Elzira to feel most. Wearing his shifter pendant felt like a betrayal to her, but if she’d seen fit to give life to him then she would understand. He was focusing on his breathing when he felt a hand on his hood and before Imri could react it was being pulled back from his head. Sharp, frightened eyes turned toward the ‘assailant’…only to see it was Ai’s doing. She’d done it in a calm matter, without so much as opening her eyes and once it was over she went back to her prayers.
How…how was he supposed to concentrate now? If the Elders hadn’t been side eyeing them before then now they surely were. Imri felt his pulse quicken and his stomach started to betray him. He raised his hands up to his pendant and gave the carved crescent moon a panicked squeeze. You can’t hide from Elzira. What did he have to hide? He was a beast with a blade, an outright devil with steel….so why couldn’t he stop shaking? Imri was so much more comfortable hidden in the woods away from prying eyes and unlike his mother he couldn’t stand with confidence.
But…was that what Ai was trying to tell him? That he should? Imri closed his eyes once more and tried his best to breath deeply. It wasn’t nearly as easy as it was before, but he tried.
As he prayed Imri did his best to let her see who he was. An uncertain lad with a loving heart and a killer’s hand. There were many uncertainties in his life, but not so many as there were in his home. Others in his position might be ready to leave them all behind; after all, Ai had done so herself at his age. She’d abandoned everything in her fourteenth year to fight in a losing war only to end up exiled and enraged. He didn’t want to live that way anymore. Imri was so tired of being on his own and this little scrap of family togetherness…however messed up it was…had given him some hope. Zivah hugged him for the first time in memory. How could he let that go?
Elzira hadn’t abandoned him. She’d given him life and a challenge. He could leave it all behind, taken up an earthling position and hide. It would be easy to shave his dreads, hang up his blades and curl up somewhere. But…Lucijah hadn’t stopped. She stood toe to toe with Ai herself and carved out a life with the wretch herself. The only thing that had kept Imri so strong all these years was her support and the spite he held in his heart for Ai. So, that’s why he decided to take his own blades and follow Ai’s path.
If she really wanted to make amends then she could do so while teaching both of her children how to become the best Aishan warriors that they could be. It was…honestly terrifying, to push her like that, but if Imri didn’t fight then she would just run over him again. He had to stand for himself and this was how he chose to do it.
Elzira give me strength. He was going to need it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2023 5:55 pm
Prentice Solo Imri had been raised to see Keldari as weapons of war. They were pieces of Yael that didn’t simper when the Alkidike claimed Zinris as their own, and while the little beasties did their best to hide when threatened they were vicious. Ai had two of her own – Syn and Faust – that she had taken with her for years when on patrol. Long before the peace that had been brokered with Chibale they had been extensions of the warrior herself to inject venom to ensure death to anyone who dared escape her blade. For the longest time Imri saw them as just that; a living, breathing sword that should be avoided at all costs until he was ready.
And that didn’t change when he got older. Even when he saw some earthling with them draped over their shoulders like scarves Imri kept a vigilant eye. He’d never really thought of having one as a companion himself…until Buttercup.
It was on one of his trading trips with Lucijah that Imri saw her. Such a tiny little thing in a gilded cage with a ridiculous, pink bow around her neck. At first Imri was so transfixed by the absurdity of the sight that he didn’t notice the seller’s keen eye and his assumption that Imri was interested in adopting her. He’d declined, of course, tried to walk away even, but when his mother had asked…Well. Something in him had gone back for her.
Syn was a massive Keldari with fangs the size of fingers and a body made of an ashen hue accented in bright pink. Faust wasn’t nearly so big, but he was fast and colored red like blood. Both were terrifying to look at, never ‘cute’ and obeyed Ai to a fault.
This thing though…the seller had called her a ‘piebald’ and she was just content to be held. When he reached out to touch her head she let him and just flicked out her tongue to sense him. He didn’t know when he’d settled on the name Buttercup, but from that point on it was her name, despite how much Ai loathed it, and she became a permanent fixture in their home.
Whereas Syn and Faust wanted nothing to do with formal family things Buttercup was curious. She would do her best to scale table legs, only to fall over and do it again, learning nothing in the process. Imri was sure she had no thoughts whatsoever, but…she was kind of cute, wasn’t she?
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