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 Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 3:22 pm
Welcome to Maria's Dairy  For more information about her, click the cert above.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 1:30 am
 Welcome to the diary (and home) of Elwryn and Maria Avril. We home you enjoy your stay, and come back to see us soon. : ) 
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 1:32 am
 1 Jack 'n Black's Post 12 Welcome 23 Table of Contents 34 Rules 45 The Legend 56 Maria Avril 67 Elwryn 78 The House 89 Other Inhabitants 910 Friends and Foes 1011 Gifts 1112 Artwork 1213 Adventure Log 13
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 1:33 am
 Posting: Only guardians and those in the employ of the shop may post here. All others must PM me first with a request before posting. Thank you. : )
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 1:56 am
 Highlight to read. wink
Venus, who among other things was a goddess of life and fertility.)
Guardian's Name: Elwryn Aiwren Relloth (Elwryn)
Gender: Female
Three Semi-custom traits: She has thick, curly, firey hair, a small golden 'ring' (actually a discoloration of the skin) around her left middle finger, and large, violet eyes.
Background on their Legend:
While perusing through Elwryn's personal library, you stumble across an old, dust-laden manuscript. It's pages are bound with braided leather that has long since dried and rotted. The words are written in an almost indecipherable scrawl. Squinting, you begin to read...
Once, long ago, there exsisted a great Wind borne from the rolling seas. He was called the Wind Zephyr and gave to the land weather and seasons. As he traveled across the globe, he fathered two daughters. The first, Maria Avril, came from a pairing with the sun, and carried with her Spring's life and Summer's warm embrace. The second, Maria Janiever, was a daughter of the night, and her kiss held the chill of Autumn and Winter's frigid death.
Like many sisters do, the daughters fought. Niether wished to share space on the Earth with the other, and the land soon became divided. Janiever enveloped the North and South poles, her touch freezing even the great rolling seas and leaving a dead tundra behind. Avril wrapped herself around the center of the globe, where she might bathe in her mother's warmth. She left scorching scars across the landscape, deserts like great wounds in the earth.
The mighty Gods of the Skies and the Seas quickly angered at the sibling's squabbling, however. They called on their father, the great Wind Zephyr, to end their conflict.
Their father in turn scolded them, and created pathways in the sky that they might fairly divide the land betwix themselves. And so, for a time, the sisters were content.
Janiever painted the skies with the Aurora Borealis, to keep her company in the darkest months of the year, and Avril created the forests, that she might seek shelter in their shade.
One day, as Avril was enjoying their cool refuge, she touched upon an object she had never before encountered. It was round, and lovingly carved, with holes that cleverly harnessed the wind's powers to create beautiful sounds. As she further explored the area with her gentle touch, she found more such objects, hollow wooden tubes that collided to produce a wonderful assortment of tranquil notes, huge frames with strings that sang out when plucked. Transfixed, she followed the objects to their source.
This was how Avril Maria of the Summer's Breeze met He Who Looks Upon the Sky and Sighs. He was a mortal, and the first of his kind she had encountered who could truly understand her nature. Touched by his dedication to her beauty, she visited him daily, gently brushing his various devices so that they might create a wonderous symphony for him. Slowly, he came to know of her prescence, and carved even more marvelous instruments for her enjoyment. For a time, Avril knew happiness, of the kind that only his creations could bring.
Her sister, upon discovering Avril's newfound companion, was overwhelmingly envious. The nomadic peoples of the tundra she called her home had no time for such frivoloties, and so she was left alone. She quickly reported Avril's meddling to their father; for it was divine law that no element of nature could dabble in the affairs of mortals.
The mighty Wind Zephyr's anger was great. He encountered his daughter and struck her down from the heavens, where she rolled from the sands of her own desert as a human woman. Leagues away from her only friend and stranded in a vast wasteland, Avril knew only to act. She came upon a group of the local tribesmen, and, embuing herself with a divine aura, convinced them to aid her. She garbed herself in their attire and traveled with them, journeying to the coast. She hoped that she could trust the familliar embrace of the seas to lead her home to her beloved.
On her trek, she saw how terribly her frivolous bickering had marred the landscape. And so, as a gift to the peoples, she called upon her now limited powers. She summoned the Sea Beneath the Land and the Sea That is Sky, and created great oases, embuing them with abundant life and precious water. For her benevolence the people worshipped her. Even the creatures of the land repaid her for her kindness, shadowing her every step and blessing her passage.
Over time, Avril developed a particularly strong bond with the coyote, in whose lonely spirit she could find a mirror of herself. They became her holy symbol, and a sighting was considered a sign that she was watching.
She soon became known to her people as a mighty desert warrior, a noble and nomadic entity whose grace and favor brought prosperity to the lands. She was a living legend among the populace, and it was whispered that she was secretly a deity who fell to betrayal but lead the way to salvation.
After many years of wandering, Avril found the sea. She gathered around herself a crew of her most dedicated followers and built a mighty ship. She hoped the vessel could bring her to her lost companion that they might finally meet in the flesh. She named it The Lion of The Seas, and on the dawn of her twelfth Summer it set off into the sunrise, her hopes and dreams filling its sails.
However, her sister had not forgotten her vendetta and had not had her fill of revenge. Winter fell over the land, and the chill drove out many, killing what it did not. But He Who Looks Upon the Sky and Sighs kept his faith, and stayed in his tiny home throughout all the cold months, watching while everything he loved slowly withered away. As the wood from his last instrument cracked from the cold, and his fingers grew too numb to carve, he knew that he too was dying. Despite his nearing demise, He Who Looks Upon the Sky and Sighs held hope that one day he might meet the Summer again.
You leaf through to the next page, but all that remains is a few shreds of sandy parchment. You shrug and continute the tale a page later.
And as he died, Avril whispered his name, tying a lock of his golden hair 'round her finger.
"Kalleis."
Upon the final syllable, his body was enveloped in a holy light, rising to dwell in the clouds. At that moment, it began to rain on all the land, such that even the great Wind Zephyr shared his daughter's grief. The people of the desert cried out, knowing their mistress' pain.
But Avril remained silent. After many days of anguish, she left the land, piloting her ship to bring her people home. But there was an emptiness in her heart, and so the skies over the forest cried out forevermore, and they became known as the forests of rain. Kalleis' prescence however instilled great beauty on the land, and they thrived even through the remembered sorrow.
It soon came to pass that Avril and her people returned to their deserts. The lady Avril cast her ship into the depths of the sea and swore never to leave the soil of her home, ever toiling to repay her people for aiding her on her quest.
But her vindictive sister remained ever vigilant. As the peoples of her land mourned for her sister's loss, her dark malice burned even more deeply. She waited and plotted all throughout the many moons of winter, until the ice began to melt and the plants prepared to blossom. On the night of the first day of spring, she struck, silently approaching the sleeping form of her sister. Janiever instilled the air with a killing cold, stealing the warmth from Avril's mortal body and silencing her forever.
However, a family of coyotes, safe in the warmth of their den, sensed her treachery. The alpha male, Sand Streamer, leapt from his burrow just in time to hear the last, labored breath of his mistress. Griefstricken, he turned to the Moon and howled for Her mercy, but she turned from him and would not answer. Ashamed of her daughter, the Moon hid in shadow and awaited the verdict of the gods.
The coyote family buried their mistress that morn, and where she lay a bed of brilliant purple flowers began to grow. Soon they spread across the desert, and during the coldest months of the year, when other parts of the world were coated in ice, they would bloom, reminding the world of a summer to come.
That night, the cold returned, and every night thereafter. Sand Streamer soon left his family behind, travelling across the vast desert and following Avril's footsteps to the seashore. He cried out to the skies, hoping to gain the attention of the Wind Zephyr.
Unfortunately, it was Janiever who answered his call. With a mighty blast of air she struck him into the sea, causing the water to churn and envelop him.
The God of the Sea sensed her meddling. He caught in his grasp the strange object she sought to hide in his depths, and with his dying breath Sand Streamer told of her treachery.
The word soon spread amongst the gods, and they searched for Janiever, that she might pay for her vile deeds. But Janiever hid herself deep within the tundra, and the other gods could not penetrate her realm. So the gods resolved instead to banish her there for eternity, or until her reckless act was undone.
Meanwhile, the great Sea God carried the coyote's body to the shore, and transformed it, so that it might better suit His domain. Paws became flippers and a tail, and his body grew longer and more thick, with short, dense fur. His ears dwindled into nothing and his eyes became large, dark ovals. It was then that he drew a slow, shaky breath, and was reborn as a new creature for his dedication . He and his kind became known as lions of the seas, after their mistress' ship, and were regarded as a symbol for her
eventual rebirth.
The Wind Zephyr merely looked on. He was plagued by guilt for what he had done to his daughter, and for 30 days and nights he wept, and the land knew rain again. The people came to call it "Avril's showers", and knew it as a sign that spring would soon come.
The mighty Zephyr took over his daughter's task, assuming the role of life-bringer, and deeply hoped that one day she would be born again, as mortals are, and be returned to his side.
And here, the manuscript ends. The rest of the pages are mysteriously blank, as if awaiting a new entry...
Prompt Response (for those of you who care to read it :B):
In the center of a cluttered desk lies a spiral bound notebook, whose cover is ratty and torn. It is hapazardly thrown across the top of several other books, and the dog eared pages are open just enough to make out an entry:
"It is April the twentieth, two-thousand six."
A few lines are scratched out, leaving the following:
"...She said her name was Janiever. It still gives me the shakes.
I've been living with El for what seems like forever now, and I know damn well that he couldn't hide anything from me if he wanted to, but...I could feel it."
There is a stain where a pen rested on the page for a few moments, then the oddly structured scrawl continutes.
"I met her at the outdoor market down the street this morning. At first, I didn't think anything of it. She was just a pretty looking woman in a weird blue gown a couple of people ahead of me in line... Kinda pale, black hair, and I thought she was just another weirdo off to some coffee shop. I didn't pay her any mind. But then she looked at me.
Her eyes...it was strange. I knew in an instant that she hated me. Her big, cold, steel-grey eyes...her little button nose, her fragile features...I knew, somehow, that we'd met before.
I didn't like the look she was giving me. Normally, I'm a pretty agreeable sort of person, but she was givin' me one hell of a mad-eye. So I walked up to her, and stood toe to toe, giving her a nice stare right back. We were next to the baker's stall, so after a little looksie I turned away and made like I was buying a loaf of bread.
Then she laughed at me. And not in a nice way. I looked back pretty quick-like. Now, I know I'm a bit hot-headed, but I'd never been so angry in my life! My blood boiled. What the <********> was her problem?! I tried to be polite. I just smiled at her and started walking away; I'd had enough. But then she grabbed a fistful of my hair and next-thing-ya-know, we're in some creepy alley in a part of town even I like to avoid.
She pinned me up against the wall by my shoulders, holding me over her head. I tried to kick her but my feet went right through 'er, like she was a ghost or somethin'... I won't soon forget what she said next.
'Come now, dear sister, don't you remember me? Janiever has never forgotten you, you sorry little prat.'
As she said the last she ground my back against the brick of the building. I winced but didn't cry out. Sister? I've been an only child ever since I was in El's care, and while I know I'm a pretty off-beat kid I sure as all Hell didn't think that candy-a** b***h had anything to do with me.
I got nervous, and the wind kicked up. It always did. The scent of fresh flowers was soothing, that is, until the strange woman tried to rattle my brains out.
'STOP!' she screamed, and the whole alley went to ice. She set me down, shivering and shaking. I was too confused to go anywhere anyway.
Janiever...Janiever...I remembered that name! It was from a story El used to read to me when I was young. I knew he named me after a character but...could that be MY story?
'Lady, you've lost it. That's just a kid's story...' I trailed off at her darkening expression.
'Do you really think that? Look around you, fool.' She gestured to the ice-encrusted bricks. 'Why is it that the wind answers your call? Why is it that spring follows in your steps?'
I was shocked. How'd she know about the flowers? I rarely let anyone know about the flowers. The wind I couldn't help, but the flowers...that was personal. I remembered that day, running in the field, the daises blooming behind me...
As I thought, she paced up and down the alley, obviously ticked 'cause I wasn't putting two and two together. I barely noticed; I was too caught up in her revelation.
I can't really remember any past life. In fact, before I met Jan, I thought it was just a bunch of bullshit. When I try to think aboutn it I just feel this dull ache...Like I'd lost something. It makes me feel lonely. I don't like that, so I just focus on the now.
And the now then was the ice-cold b***h in front of me.
Suddenly, I felt this question kind of bubble up inside me. I don't know where it came from, but I couldn't stop myself.
'What of Kalleis?'
She stopped pacing. I remember it clearly. She looked at me, and her expression...I nearly ran right there. There was so much cruelty and malice...I didn't think one person could hold that much hate.
'Kalleis is dead.' She watched my face and was apparently disappointed when I didn't react.
'But,' she said, voice smoothing over the words like honey, 'your son still lives.'
Son? I couldn't believe my ears. I popped off some smart comment, regaining my senses. Somethin' like, 'Lady, Imma bit young for all that, dontcha think?'
I swear, she slapped me in the face so hard I saw spots. I growled somethin' rude under my breath, and she slapped me even harder.
'If you ever want to see him again, you'll show a little more respect.' She looked frustrated. I guess my obliviousness finally got 'er goat.
I stood up. No one ******** hits me twice. The wind suddenly blew, warm and hard. It smelled like...the ocean. It wasn't mine, mine always smelled like fresh dirt, flowers, that kinda thing...This was different. More powerful.
Anyways, Jan started lookin' around, kinda scared-like. She turned to go. I yelled, 'Nice seein' ya, Jan!' The look on her face as she disappeared around the corner was priceless.
I waited a bit before goin' out myself. No need to have my a** handed to me again. Had to sneak home through the back door so El wouldn't ask where I'd been; the usual.
So basically, now there's some dumb b***h comin' after me who thinks I'm 'er sis, and I'm a virgin mother. Call the church, it's a ********' miracle.
And I didn't even get the god damn groceries.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 1:59 am
Name: Maria Avril.
Age: Toddler.
Race: Legend of the Tale (or more recently, Legends: DNFN)
Gender: Female.
Personality: Avril (or Maria Avril, as it were) is primarily a wind spirit. Specifically she is of the warm, summery wind affiliation. "The first, Maria Avril, came from a pairing with the sun, and carried with her Spring's life and Summer's warm embrace. ".
However, like any spring breeze, she has a tendency to be fickle and hot tempered. Also, as noted in the above passage, she is a daughter of the sun and therefore has mildly sunny properties, usually displayed as a faint glow that is somewhat apparent when in especially dark places. Because of this affiliation she also has a tendency to be especially robust and healthy.
Avril is a tomboy, preferring to run around and play in the muck and such. She's adventureous to a fault and has a soft spot for dogs. She is also a good swimmer. While these things are not exceptional they are worth note.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 3:02 am
 -Name: Elwryn
-Age: A lady never tells. Good thing she's not one, eh, you nosy b*****d? 21.
-Gender: Female. Usually.
-Race: Human. Occassionally b***h.
-Personality: Growing up with a couple like Peep and her boyfriend Wren can really leave you broadsided. Renting a room from them? Just keep your hard hat on!
Elwryn is a pretty down to Earth Gaia gal. She's got no special powers of note, save being able to burp the alphabet. Which just doesn't work on a resume. Recently she's taken under her wing several new charges, which is unfortunate because she notoriously hates kids.
Ah well, you live you learn, neh?
Currently she works for a local paper as a news reporter and photographer. In her spare time she practices archaeology in remote areas not publicly accesible across the Gaian globe. It's not all fun and games though; the flat she rents from her cousin and his gal is a leaky old attic with a door leading to the roof. Recently she's had to fence that part in as she doesn't want any of the kiddies falling off. Or does she?
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 6:59 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 7:22 am
 -Name: Robin
-Age: ???
-Gender: I didn't look, you creep! O:<
-Race: I dunno, but it's got feathers all around it. Maybe it ate a chicken?
-Personality: Not very, er, lively. Ah ha ha.
-Likes: Slabs, apparently. Of rock.
-Dislikes: I don't think it has any. Other than dying. I bet it hates that.
-Name: Elwryn, and don't wear it out >: O
-Age: Ol' enough, thanks.
-Race: I don't like running.
-Interests: Purple haired symbiotic freaks named Peep.
-Name: Peep! Dr. Peep, Professor Peep...or just Peep will do. biggrin
-Age: Older than you, if you're asking. <3
-Race: Where to?
-Interests: Marshmellow candies, world domination, and ninja hamsters.
-Name: Rekevor, destroyer of worlds. Or at least smallish beds of lettuce.
-Age: My age cannot be ascertained by mundane numbers.
-Race: It would be too easy.
-Interests: Subjugation, domination, and eventual destruction of your pathetic peoples.
-Name: Alain.
-Age: Tree, I fink.
-Race: Dun like runnin'.
-Interests: Candy.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 2:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 5:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 10:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 11:42 pm
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