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Familiars
Janarim - Male - - Black base, rainbow blotches, red eyes
Janarim - Female - - Black base Red tiger stripes, blue eyes

Janarim - Cub - Red tiger stripes black base red eyes rainbow blotch dipped tail and right hind foot.

Adventure Log

Solo 2 - Musings Solo

Things were good when you were small. From what everyone was telling him, you had to choose a job when you were a prentice It just seemed awfully boring to have to choose just one thing when there was just so much out there to do. Like swimming, looking under rocks, playing hide and seek. For not these were the only things that mattered to him. So much about the mainland hustle and bustle just dind’t make all that much sense to him yet, but his mother assured him that he would understand it better, the more he visited but he was only allowed at the market with an escort and how was he supposed to learn with a helpful adult hovering right over his shoulder all the time. He preferred to learn stuff on his own, at his own pace, either by hand or by book but definitely alone until he had to ask. There were very few things he couldn’t puzzle out. Though where babies came from was still conveniently beyond him, and he was not entirely sure that he believed what his parents had told him; babies arrived delivered by radaku. A baby would be more like a snack, and where would the radaku find the babies. Did they grow from trees and why was there so much giggling when he asked about it?
Oh well, no use worrying about it. He just thought that a brother or sister of his very one might be nice. Everyone else seemed to have a sibling and he thought it was only fair that he get one too. Some folks had many siblings like his Mama. Sadly Dad has lost all of his somehow and he got a distant look in his eyes whenever it was mentioned. Vhallas didn’t want to make his Dad sad, so he just asked for siblings instead which made his Dad give funny eye wiggle faces to his Mom.
Vhallas thought that this was funny but sort of strange. His Mother would proceed to tease his Dad unmercifully until they were all laughing.
They were able to spend more and more time in their home on the remote island that his parents had made a really nice house on. The older he was getting, the more they seemed to relax, apparently his Mother had a past full of conflict. He couldn’t imagine how, she seemed sweet to him and Da, but occasionally at market people would give them a bit longer look and a bit bigger space bubble. About the scariest thing about her in his opinion was her make up.
People were very strange sometimes, but he wouldn’t thing too hard on it. He was excited because his parents were going to take him to the planting seeds festival at the ranch where everyone helped to start up the huge garden for the year. He very much wanted to be included in that. It was an event open to the public, with games and food. Including Great Granny Nin’s egg salad sandwiches on marbled bread. It always made him feel really fancy to eat those mini sandwiches, so he always made sure to eat a lot.
It occurred to him that most of his family sported the same fin ears as himself and his Mom, dad was missing out. They were the same ears that Granny Nin had. She was the driving force behind the garden, especially now that she had more time.
He was out checking tide pools again with his time and as there was some walking involved, he had time to think about things. His Dad had called him thoughtful and pensive before.
He was looking for sea born culinary treats. He and his family loved seafood and Vhallas was convinced that that was why his family was so healthy.
He was excited to start training with the baby janarim that he had picked out not too long ago with his Dad. They would be able to bring the baby home after a while and he had been assured that their bond would become very strong as they were starting early and being trained together.
The janarim wasn’t a sibling but it was just as good. Plus he would be able to ride in style once he was full grown. He had thanked his parents profusely and brought them flowers and crabs as gifts. It wasn’t much but it was things they often didn’t have the time to do themselves and reciprocation was important.
There were no critters in the current tide pool, so he went to the next one. The natural cycles on the island were as familiar to him as breathing. He was curious and had all the time in the world to watch and wait. He would ask his Mom to bring him back from market a small journal so he could write down all of his discoveries about the natural world apparently most of the people in his family kept journals for their job. His Mom called hers a log book, though there were not logs involved that he could see besides what went into the paper itself perhaps.
He loved the island but everything exciting was happening on the main land right now. Perhaps his parents would agree and they could go early to the mainland so that he wouldn’t miss any of the excitement. That and he wanted to see his scaely buddy again.

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Character Name: Vhallas
Current Location: Matori
Journal: XXX
Growth Point Links:
Solo - Island Exploration Solo 5
How Much For that Familar 5
Solo 2 Musings Solo 3
Solo 3 - Mini Solo 2

Physical Description: I think he is pretty awesome as is for next stage, please keep clothing color palette but style is up to artist, made for comfort and much movement.
Body Type: Average for prentice

Preferred Artists: Kana, Scar or Ely
WIPs: yis

Beast Master Ranger Solo

In the end his test came quicker than he had thought. His grandpa had taken him to a challenging place for a beast charmer; Oba. It was going to be a long few days he could tell. But he was set up in his own camp and was now on his own. They wouldn't have chosen this sort of test if they didn't think he had the skills to pay the bills so to speak. He looked up at the sun, drinking his portion of coffee, it was something everyone in his family tried sooner than later and it certainly helped with morning chores on the ranch.

Judging from what the weather was doing it would be another hot scorching day. His duty was to tame a critter out here, it didn't matter which one but it would be a symbol of his dedication to the craft. He was told to have fun and really enjoy it. He maintained he would have enjoyed it better had he been in Matori. But that was because he wouldn't feel scaly like a lizard in this heat, his matori blood only went so far to protect him from the heat, he was honestly more iceling than not and at least Matori had the ocean as a water feature that he could cool off in anytime he needed it.

Welp his coffee was finished and it was best to do the initial scouting without too much food in his belly so off he would go to see what he could see in the area be that foot prints, spore or actual sightings it would give him an idea of how far he would have to go to find something worth taming in this harsh unforgiving land. There wasn't even any easy fruit trees, everything here had great big thorns and nasty attitudes. It was in a few words, less than welcoming. Matori was his home the ocean was where he felt like himself he was questioning how great grandpa Kiyelt had lived here for so freaking long. It was entirely hostile right down to the glaring rays of sunshine. He was glad his own parents didn't want to live here, his mother would not be able to tolerate being this far from the sea for very long.

It was going to get hot, he hated extreme heat and extreme cold for that matter, why couldn't the weather stay you know a nice temperature most of the time. Like Matori, for great spans of the year the weather was reliable and nice a bit hot sometimes but not usually like this with all the wind that came in off the sea. He missed home. He definitely knew where he belonged and that was like his Mom, a lot closer to the ocean.

Oh well, at least he was going to get a cool pet out of this, if he had to be a sun burnt lobster than so be it. He layered up in loose cotton clothing, making him more comfortable as the weather warmed up. But this was the initiation test he had been assigned, no doubt it was thought he could overcome the adversity. Hmm. A janarim or xaraan might be a bit much out here but maybe..he could tame a perzi? He caught some game and made bait for the critters that stalked the night, then he spent the rest of the day besides when he ate making a perzi sized cage from sticks from the brush. It was sturdy it would service, once the perzi stepped on the plate, the door would shut and the cat would be well in the bag. If anything bigger came after the bait he would do his best but he was sure the bigger critters could demolish his modest kitty cage. They were massive mount sized creatures after all. Oh he wished. Maybe fate would smile upon him there was only one way to find out.

He waited by the fire that night after eating. Chilli again as that was what he had available to him. He waited and he listened to the sounds of the night, for the sounds of his trap snapping. But that first night, nothing came. A great pity but it allowed him to adjust to his surroundings that much more, nothing like getting some shut eye in a new place. It put him at ease, it made him feel like he owned it. Nice. That was much better than not sleeping all night but he was usually okay unless something went bump in the night. He was still quite young despite his mature bearing at times.

This was still a big step, no matter how big the creature he managed to tame.

The next day he spent relaxing in the heat, letting the meat get nice and fragrant, it was gross but it would bring in any nearby carnivores close enough for inspection if they came in daylight, he was more than willing to bet that anything fun would wait until nightfall. It might not save him from the buzzards but they couldn't get at the meat in the kitty cage so he wasn't too concerned. They were too flighty to get into an enclosed space like that, they obviously knew how not to be tamed. Not that they would make the best smelling pets come to that. He shuddered. At least he would have an eye in the sky though, that might make missions like this easier...perhaps he could tame a willing sailscale, he would have to make a note on that later, he was sure the other tamers, for he was going to be one no matter what, would like the idea of aerial scouts since their messenger birds had worked out half decently.

He drank lots of water, and tried to stay out of the sun, how did anything survive out here anyway BESIDES by doing what he was forced to do and do most of his 'living' at night time as that was when the daytime temperatures were bearable. He was well supplied though so it would be a waiting game. It was a cushy time limit because it was such a difficult task.

so he wasn't worried. It was better to work with animals when you were relaxed anyways, it made for better communication one way or another, animals were so sensitive.

Yet another night fell around him and he had to admit that he was starting, just starting to get bored. He would read for a bit by firelight, he never went anywhere without a book. There was always, always time to read and besides it had the added benefit of keeping him awake while he listened for the trap to trip. There was a sharp snap! Sometime around midnight, the stars were wheeling in the sky as he rushed from his bedclothes and ran to check what he had caught. As it turned out whatever it was had tripped the trap but the bait remained and so did the trap..odd. He reset the the trap but figured nothing more would come of it after that massive disturbance.

He slept but fitfully for the rest of the night. The next day he was adding bacon to the chilli. He would win this. He would catch what was creeping out there so long as it was a tamable species. There was as of yet no great clue as to what the animal may be but that was really part of the charm.

He had no idea what it was and it in turn became that much more interesting because of that. It was funny how the mind worked and that was a subject that would take a lot more thinking. Vhallas went back to his chilli pot and checked camp, it remained undisturbed. At some point he would have his mystery and his taming challenge. So long as it wasnt a local person teasing him which had been known to happen, probably not when he was this far from any settlement. He was sure his judges were lurking nearby but they would not interfere so long as he was safe and didn't let off a distress flare.

The next day it was of a miracle a little cooler and he was able to explore comfortably for a few hours. He found all kinds of tracks, nothing conclusive as to what might have tripped his trap.

The next night he finally found out. He had been hoping for a perzi but it was a janarim, a huge male actually. He was amused as somehow it had gotten the trap stuck on his head the real miracle being that the janarim hadn't shattered that trap for all it was worth. Though Vhallas thought his presence as a witness might not be helpful. He set about making a ring of brush around the beast so that when he got loose from the trap that could happen at any moment the creature wouldn't be able to escape too easily. It was a lot of work but it would secure him a chance at taming this thing over time which would be better than just trying now. For now he would take the trap off, janarim were cunning and powerful and he would do well to build trust before anything.

"Alright friend I know this is going to be scary but ..." He took a knife and cut the trap free, while scrambling back onto the rail. "There you are free, have a look at me, I will be your new best friend so long as you dont eat me and you dont yet have a mate that will do the deed for you."

He spent quite a few days building trust with hand feeding and then brushing and then halter training which was all he would need to prove his worth to a beast this size. Though he couldn't help attempting to ride the buck..unsuccessfully but that was besides the point darn it. He had accomplished what he had meant to do with a much bigger much more interesting species than he had thought possible this taught him a valuable lesson in slow trainging that it was better over all for both parties.

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It was a bright and sunny day in Matori. He was lounging in front of his mother's small sailing skiff. Now this right here was the life. He had sailed into a swampy area that held more than its fair share of aquatic, gilled game. He had nothing else to do but fish, cook and eat. He was so far from the general populace and their general problems. This was how one truly enjoyed nature out far and away from the hustle and bustle and cares, out back out fishing.

He took in a deep breath of air that tasted like freedom. His line tweaked, and he tugged sweetly back. No fish yet, but they were getting bold. Vhallas was a bit different from most of the people in his family. Some things were the same for sure, clan trends that were mostly bloodline traits. But Valis seemed to take the things that made them them and combine it with balance, focus, patience and no small amount of talent, and he made it better. He got Thallassa's relaxation, patience, Ushiwa's focused control. Saeruin's, follow your heart nature. Kechiri's bonk it till it's dead tendancies, Nin's, nurturing and commanding presence, Kiyelt's unconventional nature and Tethys' eye for detail and kindness. With a winning lineup of role models and a serious outlook on learning, his family said that he was shaping up to be one of the best students since Einsol. Now that was certainly a compliment. He was trying so very hard not to let it all go to his head. He was just himself using the same lessons and material that all who had come before him had had. He was just really good at learning. That was all. He wondered if there was a job where you could just enjoy the ocean all day now that that would be really epic thing.

He just wanted to be happy, which he was for the longest time. What he thought everyone else wanted to. Apparently, not everyone possessed a spirit so sweet as his, but he was well aware of the spirit of personality he could present if pushed. His Mama didn't raise doormats.

Butterflies flitted out of the swamp that had bordered his right and left. He wondered why so few people liked the swampy areas. He supposed it might be the bugs. His family had a secret bug spray that at the time he felt certain he helped find ingredients for. It was a long and somewhat complicated recipe, but it did work. At least. It was scented with pine, that definitely helps with the smell. But there he was bug free, if you ignored the hot swamp smell of slew grass baking in the sun, and paid more attention to the fish jumping nearby in a lake bay and all the butterflies patrolling around, the swamp was really a beautiful place.

The cicadas buzzing and red winged blackbird song soaked the air. A larger than a fish splash sounded nearby, perhaps a big old snaptrotter lived here. Valles could observe them. He adored animal watching, particularly the wild ones. He leaned back again, a condensed joy filling his heart. He picked up his book and his fruity drink and just enjoyed himself. The excellent story lulled him somewhat into a somewhat charged resting state with the little pops of joy when he paused to take in his surroundings, or when the story took on a truly beautitful plot twist.

He was definitely going to have to meet this author. His second work was somehow so much better than the first. Vhallas wiggled in his spot, in his chair in the swamp in the middle of nowhere. This right here, was his happy place. No one except his mom knew where he was, and he would only bug him if it was something sort of an emergency. He held out a hand, and a light blue butterfly lighted on his fingers. He smiled. It was small miracles like this that made the world go round, these little gifts that only interacting with other living things could produce; the sweetness of a peach, the perch of a butterfly.
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