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 Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:04 am
I Contents and titles II Intro III Mythology IV The Past V Rebirth and Growing up VI The Basics: Who is Aria? VII Appearence VIII Powers IX Guardian X Quests XII Research XIII Work List XIV Feedback rules XV Feedback XVI Credits HUGE Thanks to...Awyndion. For spiritual guidence of sorts. heart Updates
20/10/06 = *chomps on nerves* OPEN!!!! XD
21/10/06 = Profile and Appearence edited.
28/11/06 = OMG *blows dust off* Time to get cracking.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:08 am
Why quest for a fae? Are you insane?Yup, pretty much. But like most people who have quests here ... why not? You never get anything sitting on the sidelines. I joined Gaia a year ago. (Yup I am a mere infant in Gaia years.) Kalindara and Kaleidoscopegrl pointed me in the direction of this amazing site, Gaia. So my first glimpse of the Fae world was the gorgeous Roth. As a self confessed fangirl of the sparkly one, I read his journal, which lead me to read other Fae's journals. The level of RP here amazed and intrigued me. I love the consistancy of the Fae shop and the very obvious community spirit. It is a rare thing. So, now, like everyone else I want to be a part of that.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:12 am
"There was a time when a traveller if he had the will and knew only a few of the secrets, could send his barge out into the summer sea and arrive not at Glastonbury of the monks, but at the Holy Isle of Avalon, for at that time the gates between the worlds drifted within the mists, and were open one to another, as the traveller thought and willed."
From the Prologue of 'The Mists of Avalon' by Marion Zimmer Bradley.
I command thee all to read this amazing book. ~~~~ This is my artistic interpretation of the myths surrounding Avalon. No arguments please ... all myth is open to interpretation.In the west of the country now known as Britain there was once an island surrounded by water and mist. The island stood on the edge of the human world. A bridge between the world of humans and that of the faerie.
For centuries it was the home of the priests and the priestesses of the Ancient religion of the Britons. They worshipped nature, the Great Mother Goddess and the King Stag. As a mystical Isle and cult centre Avalon embodied the goddess and her king, it was the home of deep and powerful magic and those who worshipped its power and existance.
Through the ages Avalon fought a constant battle for survival. The island nation of Britain was repeatedly conquered, each nation bringing new technology and beliefs.
The Romans were her first formidable threat to her existance with their knack for assimilating cultures and beliefs. In Bath Sulis was forced into companionship with Minerva, forrest groves were replaced with large temples, yet Avalon remained.
The mists helped conceal her from the persecution suffered by other sacred sites, like Anglesea whose communities of Druids were destroyed. She remained known by those who needed her and tended to by her faithful worshippers.
Like all empires the Roman's did not last. Its dissolve plunged Britain into a time of uncertainty. One more seeds planted by the Romans would test Avalon with a far more destructive foe ...
... Christianity would be the fall of Avalon, of the old ways of life. Before this fall came a champion. One who held the hopes of her existance in his hands.
Though even this champion felt himself drawn to the new religion. Drawn bo doubt by the belief of a singular, masculine god. It was not until his death that he regretted his neglect of the sacred Isle. He had his body laid to rest in her earth, among other ancient Heros. His attention came to late, Avalon had slipped far out of reach.
As the power of christ grew she slipped further and further into the mists until she was forgotten. Dead in the memory of those who had once danced on her shores.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:14 am
* WORKING ON * Her world: Laguz Her Home: Farmhouse in the Village of Three Woods. Ruled by the Kingdom of Rius. Religion: The kingdom of Rius worship the God Iyon and his consort the Goddess Serina. Her Family: The Oaks (click to see full info) Quote: CHAPTER IFoundlingOn sunny mornings Mira Oaks liked to walk to market. She would get up early, air out the large farmhouse, make breakfast for her family and set off down hill and along the river. The walk was usually her chance to relax and unwind from the pressure of running a busy home and farm. Though her two youngest sons were the only ones left at home the others always seemed to be drifing in and out, looking for food and chatter. "Muuuum why can't we take the cart." Phen moaned as he dodged another stone thrown by his brother. "Walking takes aaages." Smirking he spun and kicked his leg out to his twin. He missed as Errus dodged him and got him in a headlock. "Phen's right mum, it's going to be dark by the time we get there." Errus laughed restraining his brother with his arm. Mira ignored them and continued to walk. "How old are you two? Fifteen and old enough to use your own two feet." She scolded with out looking round. "You're lucky I don't make you walk every day." Phen rolled his eyes, made a mocking face and hooked his foot around Errus' leg. With a hoot of laughter he tripped him sending them both crashing to the floor. Errus let go of Phen as he felt his legs slip from under him and rolled to avoid injury. Laughing he crashed into a bush and found himself face to face with a pair of small, green eyes. Mira turned round, a flash of anger in her eyes as she advanced on Phen. Her hands on her hips and her jew set. "Will you two behave for once? I have had enough of your messing ..." She was stopped in her tirade by a cry from Errus. "Ere, mum. Look, it's a baby." He cried sitting up on his knees and peering down at the bundle. Mira rushed over to his side and put her hands to her mouth as she saw the tiny bundle. Frowning slightly she looked around, they were the only people in sight. He frown turning to a motherly smile she reached down and picked the small child up. Placing her hand against her strange grey skin. The baby gurgled and reached out a tiny hand to her. "You're freezing." She said as she stroked the girl's rough, cold skin. "Where's your mother?" Of course the child couldn't answer her. It merely giggled and squeezed her finger. "Phen, Errus go into town and get what we need, ask around and ask if anyone has lost a child or seen anyone not from around here." Phen peered at the child and nodded. "Where do you think she's from?" He asked, looking at her bizzare colouring. Mira shook her head. "The mountains maybe? The people there dye their skin. She sighed and frowned again as she cradled the girl against her chest. "I'm going to take her back to the farm and get her warm. I bet the poor love is hungry too." Phen and Errus nodded. "We'll ask in the tavern and the marketplace." They chimed together, giving their mother a wave and heading off towards the town. Mira waved to them and smiled down to the girl. "Let's get you somewhere nice and warm." She cooed, starting back the way she had come. Quote: CHAPTER IIPart of the familyAria sat in her den. An old hollow oak in the copse behind her parent's farm. She liked to spend time there, when she grew tired of her brothers arguing and her mother forcing her to help with jobs around the farm. Humming to herself she combed her fingers through the woolen hair of Riena, her cloth doll. She liked being outside in the cool autumn air, it was more peaceful, simpler than the stone walls of the house. From her hideaway she could hear all the traffic of the road up to the house. As she played she had heard all the usual visitors. Her father taking goods to the market, Kem from the tavern coming to collect meat and vegetables. Twisting Riena's hair up on her cloth head, she heard the sound of heavy hoofbeats, not the regular horses her family used. These were large, each plodding hoof followed by the unfamiliar jangle of armour. A broad smile spread across her face and she scrambled out from her den and towards the path. She emerged to hear the snort of a magnificent war horse. Aria stared in awe as he passed, his rider just as impressive. Dressed in red, his black hair flowing past his shoulders, blue eyes staring ahead. Behind him, a giant with sandy hair sat atop a brown horse, his kind brown eyes smiled down at her and he winked. Giggling to herself Aria's deep green eyes fell on the one person she was hoping to see. A young woman on a dappled mare. Her jet black hair cut cropped, her features sharp and severe. As the woma's green eyes fell upon Aria her face lit up, a broad smile followed, looking awkward on her serious face. "Ari!" She cried, urging the horse to a halt and jumping down. Aria laughed as she was swept up into her elder sister's arms. "Zai, can I ride with you?" She asked, wrinkling her nose a little. travel and horse was not the best odor. "Of course." Zaie grinned, lifting her up onto the horse and helping her take hold of the saddle. "Hold on tightly to Theya." Aria did as she was told gripping the saddle with one hand and clinging to Riena with the other. Theya shifted and snorted as Zaie swung herself up behind her and Aria laughed. With a click of her sister's tongue they were off, walking at a slow pace behind the men. CHAPTER III Skipping School *More to come*
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:15 am
What has been.Placed in such a large family Aria learned to stand up for herself at an early age. Being the only girl aside from her elder sister who is rarely home she was rather spoiled and doted on by her adoptive parents.
Aria did not enjoy going to school and along with some other girls from the village often opted not to go at all, prefering to sit by the river and gossip. As a result she is not the sharpest knife in the drawer nor is she the most well spoken.
As a child she was encouraged to act and dress in a feminine way. This would be due to her adoptive mother trying to make up for her other daughter Zaie who acts and dresses as a man. Not to mention her male profession.What is.As a teenager Aria is warm and sociable though she begins to feel that there must be more than a simple country life in store for her. A nagging feeling that she is something special. As Avalon was she starts to become stronger, more determined in her ideals and decides to ask her sister to get her a job in the city.What may come.With a job as a kitchen girl in a wealthy house she still has aspirations of something more, something greater. As she shifts into adulthood she grows more mature and sensitive in her outlook. Leaving her job in the city to start up on her own. Possibly doing something that suits her new protective nature.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:17 am
  Name// Aria
Personality//
Child - Brought up in a loving and large family Aria is outgoing and not shy in the slightest. She is quick to stand up for herself and other and has a tendency to be slightly shallow. This is enhanced as she makes more friends ... not haning around with the most respectful girls in the village. She has a bit of a temper at this young age.
Teen - Aria is a hard worker, she is polite and knows her place on the social chain. She has matured a great deal from her childhood and is more the girl she was brought up to be, kind and generous.
Now she has a nagging feeling, a feeling that there is something more for her. That her life is not meant to end in service. She is still a bright and friendly character, prefering to be around people still, rather than alone.
Now, in the house she works in she watches the women. She sees the way they play meek to their husbands and are treated like ornaments. This begins to irritate her. As a child she loved to play princess, though now she begins to understand there is a greater power in femininity. Her personality grows harder and she becomes more outspoken and dominant. Her heart is still warm, though she may be less amused by masculine flattery.
I think she would begin to seek out the company of her sister more. Becoming more interested in spirituality and the world around her maybe she would ask her sister to take her to the temple where she grew up, to seek more guidence.
Adult - As an Adult she will be much calmer and far more in touch with the powers that have been growing within her. Like the Isle she will have a quiet serenity about her, yet also a darkness and a fierce need to protect both her friends and family. Again, nature will be much more part of her life, it would not suprise me if she swapped her life in the city for one in the countryside.
Relationships//
- Family
Aria is close to her family and loves them very much. Her brothers are also rather protective of her. It would not have been a good idea to bully her as a child.
As she grows older and realises that she does not fully belong with them she will grow closer to Zaie, her elder sister.
Zaie is a Guardian Knight, brought up at a temple, Aria will feel that she would be able to help her find the answers that she needs as her powers begin to show and her past grows to have more importance on her life.
- Friends
Child - As a child Aria makes friends easily. Her large family means that she is not shy of other people. She enjoys playing with her friends, in fact she prefers playing with her friends to going to school and oftenskips her classes. They spend most of their days hanging out by the river.
Teen - Aria still makes friends easily and enthusiastically. When she is not working she is very likely to be seeking them out. As hints of her past begin to arrive she does grow slightly more insular at times *see gifts* Though she is still welcoming and friendly it is with a gentler and calmer attitude.
Adult - Now she does not need to rely on her friends so much for support and attention. She if fiercely loyal to her friends, though is wary of newcomers. Just as Avalon was once betrayed she has this underlying paranoia that she will be too.
- Lovers
Being brought up in a family of boys the opposite sex does not phase Aria. From Child through to teen I should imagine she is not overly bothered by their bravado or attempts to impress.
As she moves into her teenage years I think the quieter, more passionate male would catch her eye. Someone to understand her silences and occasional need to be at one with herself but also to satisfy her more primitive side. *see gifts*
Every year the Mother Goddess would couple with the King Stag ... a lasting union.
As an adult, her views on love will not be so naieve, she would be best settled with someone she could trust and enjoy the company of. Companionship more than a dedicated relationship.
- Enemies
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I do not think you would know if you were her enemy or not. Aria likes to be popular and an enemy would be a lost friend. I suppose you could be nasty to her, though she would probably let it wash over her and harbor a silent grudge.
Hobbies//
Aria likes doing anything outdoors. Walking, playing, dancing, sitting and chatting. If she ever wants time to herself she will sit outdoors and while away an afternoon lost in her own thoughts.
Gardening.
As part of her job she works in the kitchen gardens. Again she likes the time to herself to plan her imaginary dreams.
Riding.
Growing up on a farm she learnt to ride at an early age. She has an old pony back at the farm but doesn't get the oppertunity to ride in her new job.
*thinks of more* O.o
Education//
Very basic, she did not pay much attention in school and left as soon as she could. She knows a lot about animals, plants and farming. Not so much about technical or academic subjects.
She is best in domestic situations, hence her job.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:19 am
  Hair// The colour of a misty dawn, muted and pale yellows, greys purples and blues can all be seen in the beautiful strands. It falls in thick untamed waves almost to her knees.
Child - Worn in two thick braids, made by her mother every morning. These fall over her shoulders or are both twisted together behind her back.
Teen - She loves nothing more than to wear it down, though as one can imagine this would cause problems. In her youth it is most likely to be braided in a thick plait down her back.
Adult - Worn free and flowing at all times. Two braids fall over each shoulder at the front, bound with golden ribbons.
Eyes//
A deep and grassy green, with hints of a deep earthy brown here and there. They are framed by dark lashes, to contrast her pale hair. Her eyes show a whole range of her emotions and often give her away when she is lying.
Skin//
Her skin is like stone, both in colour and texture, as she grows runes appear and moss starts to grow on the surface of her skin. Like an old monument or a standing stone. Her skin is cold and rough to touch.
Child - He skin is a pale grey and very rough. As she hits the later stages of her childhood it will start to grow ever so slightly smoother.
Teen - Moss of greens and yellows starts to appear on her skin and her skin begins to become smoother still. Still rough to touch but smoother than her childhood years. Runes appear, seemingly etched onto the surface.
Adult - The moss is joined by vines, working their way up her legs and arms. her skin grows smoother still with wear and the runes appear bolder and deeper.
Impression//
Child - Aria is friendly yet also quite loud. By first glance shyer children might be a little intimidated by her bright and forward manner.
Teen - Aria gives off a warm, calmer impression, from her welcoming smile to her gentle manner. She takes pride in her clothes and appearence.
Adult - She has an even calmer more maternal air about her. Like Avalon she offers refuge for those who seek her help and support.
Clothes//
What's this? I hear you cry ... her clothes look rather classy for a domestic servant?
Yes, I totally agree. However these would probably be her teen/adult clothes and not the ones she would wear to work.
Teen - This dress was a present, given to her elder sister, as were the jewels. Zaie, her sister is not one to prance around in dresses and shiney things so she gives them to Aria.
Aria wears these dresses in her free time, floating around town and imagining she is something more than the girl who empties rich people's chamber pots.
As she has these cast offs she is able to save most of her money. She will use this to one day open a business or buy a house of her own one day. She is determined to be independant.
Adult - As an adult her clothes are still grand though they take on a more mystical earthy look. Maybe deeper earthier colours, reds browns and greens. More like the colours of the landscapes of the sacred isle.
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Others// Adult pic? You can see the dress is much more natural and earthy, maybe made of wool, as the priestesses of Avalon would have theirs. The mystical and grand aspect comes in with her acessories. The gold bindings in her hair and the diadem *see quests.*
Avalon's graduer lay in its simple beauty ... therefore so does Aria's. The magic and mystic resides more in her personality and powers.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:36 am
Quote: This is still very much a WIP ... I'm re-reading a lot of myths I haven't looked at in a while and trying to sort out some good powers ... though I think some of the gifts mentioned here could just as easily be called burdens. Update: Her gifts are more influences. As Avalon would have been heavily influenced by the seasons and the festivals of her people, so will Aria.
If Aria should wish to aviod people or conversation she can call down the protective mists. This does not make her invisible, people who seek her may see her. Those who are passing may see her prescence but not feel the need to aknowledge it or walk over and have a chat.
*thinks* Maybe this could be more protective?
Seasonal Influence
Imbolic
The sun returns and so does her usual bounce and personality. At this time of year she is feeling refreshed and happy. She can feel the life of the world coming back to her once more, kindling fires with a touch of her hand, she brightens the world as it turns.
Fires of Beltane
This would only come out at the later stages of teen, closer to youth.
As Spring ends and the summer begins the fires of Beltane will start to course through her veins. Her heart and head begining to cloud with the pounding of primitive drums.
During this time of year, maybe a month she will feel more drawn to the opposite sex and feel more compelled to draw them to her with flirtation.
This all comes to a climax (excuse the pun) on May 1st when she may fall into a trancelike state and search for her King. If she is lucky, or unlucky or the case may be she will find and seduce him.
Once she wakes from the trance she will have little or no recolection of what led her to be there.
*note* This is only for one month of the year. The rest of the time she is not overly fussed.
Spirits of Samhain
At this time of year, in the runup to October 31st Aria begins to feel the weight of loss preying on her. In her early teens she will not quite understand this. During this period the veild between the worlds are thin and penetrable. In her early teens she can merely feel the prescence of those who have passed. When she is older she will begin to see them too. (Should make for interesting Halloween parties)
As winter comes she starts to turn inwards, maybe more thoughtful and less shallow in her thoughts and actions.
*thinks more*
This is the hardest part. ^^
I an contemplating something along the lines of healing as that would have been one of the major skills of the priests and priestesses that inhabited Avalon.
If anyone has any suggestions I would welcome them. Thanks Lizzy <3
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:44 am
*need to decide on name* was placed with a large family, they all have a huge influence on her life, though her big sister is the one she looks upto most. I will list her as the main guardian as she is most likely to accompany her places. Name// Zaie Nicknames// Zai, Eagle Age// 18 Origin// The village of Threewoods Residence// Parents farmhouse or wherever she lays her head. Occupation// Guardian Knight. Hair// Cropped for her helmet. Black and when long very straight. It us usually rather messy and unkempt. Height// 5'8" Overall Appearance// Scruffy, rather masculine due to her job. She is thin and muscular. Her features are quite severe ... enhanced by a few scars on her face. She has bright green eyes. Zaie dresses in the clothes of her trade. So tunics and trousers, mail, and padded leather armour. Personality// Dry, Zaie has very little in the way of a sense of humour. She is fair and loyal. Sensitive to other people's needs though she had a strong sense of duty and honour. Likes// Bring outside, riding in the sun, family, fighting. Dislikes// Cruelty, timewasting, flea infested inns, most other knights and gossips. Skills// Riding, sword fighting, keeping her head. Faults// Her closed personality, unwillingness to let her hair down and a tendency to be a rule obsessive. History// *coming* ~~~~~~~~~~~ Mother: Mira Age: 43 Occupation: Farmer's wife and mother Father: Jan Age: 45 Occupation: Farmer Siblings:- Arran - 25 - Farmer in neighbouring town - wife Meena Zaan - 23 - Blacksmith - wife Sala Ferren - 20 - Stablehand Zaie - 18 - Guardian Knight Errus - 15 - lives at home Phen - 15 - lives at home Others Tseng - 23 - Knight of the king ... Zai's commander Iyann - 18 - Knight of the people ... Zai's other compainion
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:45 am
The Mirror of Shalott.But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott. Mirror used by the cursed Elaine of Shalott. It can show a desired person no matter where they are in the world. This would be obtained by travelling to Shalott. To the castle in the centre of the island where a curse must be broken in order to remove the enchanted mirror. Nimue's diademCauldron of AnnwnAn ornate culdron rimed with pearls. It is said to be a gateway to the underworld, a culdron of rebirth, of wisdom an song. To take the culdron one must journey to the thin veils between the human world and the magical faery world. *processing and compressing myths*
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:51 am
Quote: http://www.isleofavalon.co.uk/avalon-history.html An assumed timeline of Glastonbury ... one proposed site of Avalon. To show that Avalon is more than just Arthur. Quote: http://www.isleofavalon.co.uk/goddess.html The goddess in Avalon Quote: Celtic myth knows Glastonbury Tor as the seat of Gwynn ap Nudd - Lord of the Underworld - Annwn - and king of the faeries. Gwynn's fabulous subterranean palace within the Tor cannot be seen by human eyes; the entire palace is a faery illusion. Gwynn plays a part in Arthurian legend; indeed he is portrayed as one of Arthur's mythical foes - once trying to prevent him winning the Cauldron of Annwn and on another occasion abducting Creiddylad, the intended wife of Arthur's ally Gwyther, Lord of the Summer Land. Arthur comes to Creiddylad's rescue and besieges Gwynn's near-impenetrable Underworld fortress. Finally the actual and mythic conflict is resolved: it is decreed that every May Day, Gwynn does battle with Gwyther, Lord of the Summerland, for the hand of Creiddylad - the Maiden of Spring. With the coming of Christianity, so the hermit saint Collen walked into Gwynn's myth. This version of the story tells that Collen was summoned into Gwynn's faery kindom within the Tor to settle the dispute. Collen ordained that on Doomsday the quarrel for Creiddylad's hand would be resolved. His splash of holy water made the faery walls disappear. From http://www.time-scapes.co.uk/Arthur in the Southwest/glastonbury.html Quote: In Ireland the apple identifies the people of the Sid. When one such comes to invite a human to the Land of Youth, he might carry a branch of an apple tree with him, often described as silver with white blossoms and/or with golden apples. These would make a tinkling sound that put one to sleep or banish pain. Likewise, a silver branch bearing three golden apples is brought to King Cormac and an apple branch from Emain Ablach (the plain? of apples) is brought to Bran MacFebal. In yet another legend, an Otherworldly woman brings a apple to summon Connla on which he lives for a month without other food. Other Irish legends involving apples are the “Voyage of Maelduin” and the story of “Finn and the Man in the Tree.” ------ In British myth and legend, apples are most identified with the Island of Avalon, whose name is derived from the Welsh word for apple: afal (pronounced aval). In some cases Avalon is believed to be in the North Atlantic beyond the setting sun, in others it is associated with the town of Glastonbury, Somerset, UK. It is the place where the mortally wounded Arthur is taken to be healed by Morgan le Fee and her sisters. Avalon is a place where there is ever sunlight and warm breezes, the land is lush with vegetation, and the inhabitants never age nor know pain or injury. Some British folklore about apples from the Mystical World Wide Web: If the sun could be seen shining through the branches of an apple tree on Christmas day, then the owner, if a farmer, would have a healthy crop the next summer. To insure that this would happen, he would have to put a piece of toast in the fork of the tree or in the largest apple tree in his orchard. If a crab apple tree grew near to and overhung a well while blossoming out of season, then there would be more births and marriages than deaths in a community. http://www.silver-branch.org/ssbapple.html
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:06 am
21/10/06 To Do * History and upbringing * More arts *Zaie's prof
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:07 am
~~~~ RULES ~~~~ I know this is FAR from perfect ... even as I read over now I can see things are muddled and underdeveloped. With all planning and writing I think it takes a good outside eye to help iron these out. *Most of what is here at the moment is how it came out of my head I will be constantly researching and revising also* 1.) Critiques are welcomed and encouraged!! 2.) I would like people to be honest as I want this quest to be as good as I can make it. No matter how many times I have to re-write things. 3.) Please don't just say blah blah doesn't work and leave it at that. Tell me why it doesn't work and if you have any, suggestions on improvement. 4.) Any relation to any Fae living or dead is purely coincidental. I have looked through a several journals and quests but not all. If this is smilar to your Fae or Quest please say, it will have been an honest mistake on my part ... I will edit and change things. It's no problem, I'm flexible.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:09 am
From Kalindara heart Quote: I like her appearence so far, kind of mist and faded-dawn like... I suppose I'd like to see a little more of what you think might happen as she got older, or tie in the magic of Avalon a bit more into her appearence. Personality I think you fall down a little in. I'd rather see aspects of her past life creeping in to her personality, rather than just her current life shaping that. Considering that Lost Children arrive at teen stage, she could stand to be more aware. Especially when Avalon held values like women in charge, the magic and power of women, paganism, etc. It would be more interesting to see some of those things present in her. Part of the contest is also explaining more about the world she's been living in until now, and a more detailed history of this life so far ^_~ I'd be careful how you word her desire to be wooed and worshipped, too. You don't want people to take that the wrong way and think she's always going to be wanting attention from others but not doing much to get it. You might lose points with the judges if they decide she sounds too high-maintenance the RP with. Loving the Avalon as a base though, and since you only just started, I know you can do a ton of cool things with it as you develop her more
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:10 am
The portrait and concept costume are mine ... not that anyone else would want to lay claim to them.
The Mists of Avalon and some parts of the concept inspired by the book belong to Marrion Zimmer Bradley.
The Lady of Shalott excerpt is from Tennyson's poem of the same name. Read them and love them as I do.
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