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 Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 7:21 am
 This Journal is for WyvernScale and Makai only, please ask permission before posting here!
Type: Blue swallow / Otter
Gender: Male
Stage: Child
Job: Artisan (Musician)
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:21 pm
Setting up. Still.
Any correspondence to Wyv should be sent via PM, preferrably with something relevant in the title, as she has a habit of ignoring her inbox for quite some time.
You can post here if you are:
-Any of the Aerandir Mods
-Leaving a gift/item (I prefer PMs, tho)
plzkthxomfgwtfhbbqlurve.
Contents
1. Aly's Post
2. Contents
3. Event Log
There is no Four
5. Lone Palm
6. Horded Stuff
7. About Makai
8. About Wyvern
9. Other misc. personages
10. - 15. To be determined
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:23 pm
Event.log
Format is mm.dd.yy.
05.01.06 - Childbirth! Kinda. Sorta. Not really.
02.24.06 - Ladies and Gentleman, we have insubstantiality.
08.22.05 - Makai is jobified.
08.16.05 - Jar cracks and Makai is officially born! He's a player, lookit that pose! <3
08.12.05 - Jars = glow.
08.04.05 - Aerandir gains a name- Makai - and both artifacts are move to a single jar.
06.07.05 - Accquired guardianship of a feather and a tuft of fur: an aerandir in the making.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:30 pm
NOTHING TO SEE HERE.
Move along now.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:31 pm
Lone Palm
Yes, Wyv named her house after a Jimmy Buffet song. She doesn't remember why, but she's sure it seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides, it's a good song.
Exterior
A pathway of irregularly sized flagstones, placed into a smooth mosiaced pattern, meanders it's way across the yard. Oil lamp torches line the path at spaced intervals, ceasing a good six feet from the porch, which features two iron hooks that bear lanterns: one battery powered, the other gas. A fire-pit, ringed in stone and surrouned with a few mismatched chairs and an au natural driftwood bench sits off to the right, guarded by a single palm tree. The tree is young and barely tops eight feet, but is a favored nest for the two kurimundi under Wyv's care.
The porch is an extension added on by the owner. The roof is thachted, slanted and extends out slightly to shed water efficiently and away from the porch. The wooden structure has not one door or wall, but features a fence-like barrier along the sides. There is no screen barrier to come between the blood-sucking bugs and any porch sitters, but each corner features a citronella candle enhanced via a mix of herbalism and alchemy. They work well enough, provided they're lit.
The right side of the porch features a netted hammock, faded to a sickly bone color. The hammock is Wyv's and she's very peevish about anyone else using it. She has a few "no touch!" items and this is definately one of them. The left side features a bench-swing and chairs are welcome to be moved from the fire ring. Next to the door, hangs a whiteboard and a marker, in case someone comes calling while she's not around. The marker is securley attached to the wall via chain. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to wait to get another one from the mainland because it "disappears" constantly?
Above the doorway is a small bronze plaque, engraved with one verse on it. An astute observer might notice that the verse listed has changed:
With all of our running and all of our cunning
if we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Beneath the plaque is a bamboo windchime, positioned so that it sounds everytime the door opens.
There are actually two doors: a screened one, to let in the night air and keep out the bugs and a regular one that features a rather prominent lock. Sure, she knows the odds of someone trying to steal her stuff is very low, but she's of the mind that if you take her stuff, she'll break your face.
A smaller path branches from the main one and curves around the house to the back, where the storage shed is located. It is here that Wyvern keeps her myriad collection of tools both mechanical and mystical. It's also where she does her work, which is actually nothing consistent. Next to the shed are several large barrels she uses to catch rain for extra water.
Interior
To the immediate right of the entranceway is a a series of hooks, modeled to look a dragon with out stretched claws, eager to hold keys, hats and other items.
The inside of the house is rather sparse: a faded rug of woven cloth greets you as you enter, some distance beyond that is a battered couch, easily a four seater, and a recliner. A coffee table with a glass center catches the eye- it's easily the newest thing in the room, much less the house. Strewn across it are a selection of books and magazines, and usually a forgotten drink or two (on coasters, of course). The illusion of austerity continues, until one glimpses the corner of a box poking out from behind the couch. Closer inspection reveals the rest of Wyv's moving boxes crammed behind and underneath the furniture, all bearing some inscription that's a variation on "Stuff."
A few hangings and displays adorn the walls with no constant theme among them.
Mid-way between the main room and the kitchen rests the ladder that leads up to the loft. It's positioned in the center of the room, a rather jarring place to rest, forcing a route around it to get through the house.
An L-shaped counter sepparates the kitchen from the living room. Dishes are scattered all over, but never food. She knows too well the kinds of wee beasties drawn by acessable snacks. Her pride and joy is a refridgerator/freezer, linked to a series of Solar panels on the roof, completely her own design. Generators are far too noisy and the hassle of getting the damn thing set up was completely worth it once she made her first batch of ice cubes.
The bathroom is across from the kitchen and is a typical bathroom filled with all the amenaties. The only decaration inside is a framed picture of a boat tied to a palm tree at low-tide.
The upstairs is divided by a thick black curtain, that cuts off roughly a third of the room. Beyond that is Wyv's sanctuary. NO ONE, outside her "family" is allowed back there. There's nothing back there save the futon she uses as a bed, a chest of drawers where she keeps her clothes and a myriad of pictureson the walls, but Wyv needs a place that is completely and utterly hers to retreat to now and again. In fact, she rarely sleeps there, prefering the dogpile of her wards and pets or the hammock.
The rest of the room features a selection of mattreses, pillows, and blankets for the various residents to use as they wish for sleeping. A few chests function as storage for personal items.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:34 pm
Treasure Chest
A worn bookshelf upstairs
Top Shelf: A collection of journals, one of which (shown above) is currently claimed by Wyv to record the trials and tribulations of Aerandir Guardianship. The rest are for her ward to choose from, when he or she comes of age.
The rest: [ X ] [ X ] [ X ] [ X ] [ X ] [ X ] [ X ] [ X ]
Bottom Shelf: Currently empty.
A toychest in the common area
A small wooden chest, designed as a bench with a flip up seat that contains the storage area, set aside for the Aerandir to play with.
Inside: [ X ] [ X ] [ X ] [ X ]
Random Bits and Bobs
Hey now, Wyv needs entertainment too. The following are things used frequently enough to warrant not being kept in the shed out back. Conversely, they may just be items she's fond of.
Scattered around the house: [ X ] [ X ] [ X ] [ X ] [ X ] [ X ] [ X ] [ X [ X ]
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:35 pm
About Makai Basic InfoName: Makai
Origin/Meaning: Hawaiian; "To the sea"
Gender: Male
Stage: Child
Job: Musician
Likes: mimicry, music, pecking things, being lavished upon, exploring
Dislikes: being pecked, being left alone, sour things
Personality: Oh man! Maybe it's because he's only recently attained childhood, but he's a bundle of energy. Exploring is even more exciting now that he can clamber about and poke around into a great many more things. He is very curious about, well, everything, but not all of it can hold his interest for long. He tends to act before he thinks, but usually doesn't get more than a few steps into his next pursuit before his thoughts catch up. Usually, this involves a scramble back home to check in with his guardian and make sure his intended task is approved. Then he's off with reckless abandon.
Regarding his music, he is incredibly shy about showing his attempts to others, with the exception of Wyv. He has no problem preforming the works of others (and he's got a mean rendition of "Twinkle, twinkle little star") the few little snippets and diddies he's created on his own are another matter entirely. Wyvern is not concerned about this yet, being of the belief that once he's had some formal training, he'll find confidence in himself aplenty. Now, to arrange that training...
Images: Gryphon form Makai by o-Raichu-o
Wyvern and gryph-Makai by Alyosha
Wispified Makai and Sanar by Chao
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:36 pm
About WyvernYou put the lime in the coconut...Basic InfoName: ------
Title: Wyvern's Scale
Alias(es): Wyvern, Wyv, Scale
Species: More or less Human
Age: Old Enough (Mid-20's)
Birthdate: Officially unlisted as she doesn't like the fuss
Special Skills: Alchemy, Thumativore
AppearanceHeight: 5'7"
Weight: around 130 lbs, swimmer's build
Eyes: Bronze
Hair: Almost-but-not-quite lime, rather spikey in style
Skin Tone: Pale white, covered in ritualistic tattoos and scars
Ethnicity: ?
Clothes/Style: Casual to the nth power. Clothes tend to be loose for ease of movement and almost always appear mussed and wrinkled, as if slept in or pulled from a pile on the floor. They also tend to show a bare minimum of skin, pants and jeans, long sleeved shirts, and a scarf or face veil. She is well aware of heat stroke and has no problem stripping down to her skivvies, she just prefers the comfort of fabric against her skin (that it cuts down on awkward questions about her scars/tattoos is coincidence). Also general cause for her pale complexion.
When mucking about outside on the island, she switches between an ensamble including a wide-brimmed straw hat, a pair of shades, tanktop, cargo pants and sandals or a wetsuit over a swimsuit, depending on whether her excursions are terrestrial or aquatic in nature.
Images: [ X ] [ X ] [ X ]
Personality
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:37 pm
Wyvern's CrewOther nuts in the palm tree...
 Yule - Yuniko
[profile under construction]
 Spiked Punch - Kurimundi
[profile under construction]
 Daquiri - Kurimundi
[profile under construction]
 Shiehn - Dark Turret Dragon, Asiatic
[profile under construction]
This post was #3000 of the guild. ph33r.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:46 pm
Photo Log
To be Added.
One more step on the road to full sentience, the wisp stage is insubstantial. For the most part, he seems to delight in this new-found freedom, but occasionally gets frustrated with the inability to cuddle or peck. Smaller wings, flippy little tendrils, eight fingers and two opposable thumbs, and a more humanoid face, but it's still Makai. <3
MAKAI LIVES! The gryphon is a torpedo: smooth and sleek. Both halves are designed for speed. He is very inquisitive and has range of manual dexterity that would make a raccoon jealous.
-CRACKSMASHTINKLE!-
Late one night, amidst the glow of stars, the aerandir to be showed the heavens they weren't the only ones to shine.
Another step on the path to existance has been taken. The time has been reached when the two artifacts are placed as one. As a formailty of this stage, a name has been chosen for the (79% likely to be) male Aerandir: Makai. Hawaiian in origin, it means, "To the sea."
Not so much an Aerandir as yet; it's more like a pre-Aerandir. Right now, the non-existant entity consists of two jars: one containing the feather of a blue swallow, the other a pinch of fur from a cape otter. The jars sit on a small nightstand in the bedroom area. Other than being immaculately clean, there is nothing else noteworthy about them at this time.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:47 pm
I was a world before I was a man
I was a creature before I could stand
I will remember before I forget
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:54 pm
Credits and SuchAll your copyright are belong to us!
Aerandir are (c) to Alyosha.
Wyv is belong to herself. She thinks.
And because I'm too lazy to dictate what came from where, items were purchased from the following shops:
The Invisible Couch
Xaecorus Dragons Minishop - Closed
Moonsilver Metalworks
And others that i've lost the links to.
Some were purchased directly, some were given as gifts.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:55 pm
RP notes for Wyv's reference.
Wyv has met:
Ar'idil
People: Jizzy, Sin, Chao, Abby, Ary. Knows of Anthony, from letter correspondance and presumably Aly from the whole applying process. Whole lotta people from the volcano scare that she may or may not know their names: Progolo, Taley. Others. Air. Dorris.
Gryphons: Tobias.
Chillins: Sanar.
Cetalu
People: Ieyasu. Fate. Feeeeenix.
Gryphons: Pie. Shashen'ka
Chillins: Osuki, Handa, Pueblo.
Youths: Handa
Makai has met:
Ar'idil
People: Chao. Sin. Ari. Anthony.
Gryphons: Tobias. Rawiya.
Chilins: Sanar, Gael.
Cetalu
People: 'yasu, Fae, Foenix.
Grpyhons: Pie, Sashen'ka.
Chilins: Osuki, handa pueblo.
Gryphon size estimates:
Sanar > Gael > False > Tobias > Makai
Kala > everybody.
Wyv lives in #6, Ari in #7, Sin in #10, Chao in #8
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 2:56 pm
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