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 Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:13 pm
Name: Howl
Stage: Legend
Gender: Male
Previous Stages: Wispling, Ghostling
RP Color: Orange
Special Items: He has a number of amorphous things that can each take the form of any small, simple object.
Likes: Pretty things
Dislikes: Ugly things
Strengths: Confidence, good looks
Weaknesses: Vanity
Matings:
- none
Past:
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:19 pm
 
Name: Jakunen
Stage: Legend
Gender: Female
Previous Stages: Whispling, Espirit, Entity
RP Color: Blue Violet
Special Items: The bell on her collar
Likes: Cats, children, protecting others, fish
Dislikes: Dogs, loud noises,
Strengths: Speed, agility, hearing, motion detection, loyalty
Weaknesses: Timidness
Matings:
- none
Past:
It looked around. What...?
On the ground was a small form, battered and torn. Was that me? Am I dead?
The form moved, it's shoulders shaking. It... he... is crying. He's alive. Not me. I can not be there and here. The form was a small boy, though it did not know how it knew that. It also knew that the cuts and bruises were from beatings past and present, though it did not know how it knew that either. The boy's father often beat him, for any or no reason. The thought made it very sad.
The boy moved, revealing a small, furry black form. It was a kitten, genderless in it's youth. It might have been asleep, except for the odd angle it's head rested at. There were countless wet drips around and on the small body. Was that me? But that didn't feel right either. It didn't think it had been a cat.
But maybe... the kitten had loved the boy, in the simple, whole-hearted way of animals. It had been sorry to leave him alone, who had cared for it as best he could. The boy had loved the kitten. It had been his only friend. His father was often drunk and beat him. He could not care for himself, but he could care for the kitten. Or so he thought. Until his dad found it, and blamed the boy of wasting time and money on a worthless animal. Then he'd killed it.
That's me, then. The love of the helpless for the even more helpless. The boy's sorrow at being unable to save even so small a life. It wanted to tell the boy not to worry. That it was not his fault. That the kitten had had a better and longer life than it would have had without him. But the boy did not see it.
One day, perhaps. I shall keep an eye on you until then. You are, after all, my parents, the kitten and you. It could not prevent the beatings, nor take away the pain after. It could not even comfort the boy with words. But perhaps the boy would feel it, if not now, then eventually.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:26 pm
Name: Hikaoru
Stage: Ghostling
Gender: Male
Previous Stages: Whispling
RP Color: Indigo
Special Items: A stuffed bunny, bear, and an odd wooden doll
Likes: Playing tricks, teasing, getting in trouble
Dislikes: Being bored, being told what to do
Strengths: Two minds in one body
Weaknesses: Self-centered, un-empathetic
Matings:
- none
Past:
Hikaru floated. He might have been still, floating in one spot, or he might have been wandering across the face of the earth, or through the land of the dead. He neither knew, nor cared. In his arms was his entire world, his other half, his self outside himself, his guiding light, Kaoru. They had two names, but they were one. Had they been aware of anyone outside themself, they would have gone by Hikaoru, one name for one soul. Only within were there two names for the two halves of self. Only they could tell himself from themself from otherself.
They were one, in body as well as soul. They were not sure how it had happened, but they were glad. It was easier now, to think together. They could spare some attention now to others. They would be Hikaoru. They would play with their toys, until they grew bored. And then they would move on. They hoped they could find a good toy to play with soon. They were growing bored, and that could be perilous for whoever next caught their attention...
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:27 pm
Name: Tylwyth Teg
Stage: Entity
Gender: Male
Previous Stages: Whispling, Esper
RP Color: Sea Green
Special Items: His jewelry
Likes: Shiny or valuable things, rich or exotic foods, sharing
Dislikes: Being denied what he wants in any way
Strengths: Wealth, generosity
Weaknesses: Shiny things, rich foods
Matings:
- none
Past:
He didn't remember much. Glimpses of things that may or may not have been. A hole, hidden, larger than it looked. A labyrinth of tunnels, dead-ends, fear, hunger, lost, so very lost. Sorrow. No one would miss him, cripple, street rat, outcast, worth nothing, having nothing. An entryway. Wouldn't have seen it, walked right past, but he tripped. Hand went out to catch the wall, but no wall where it should have been. Pain, scrapes, added to the pains of hunger, thirst. Curiosity and hope. A way out? He went through, vanished into the wall. A room, light spilling in from a hole above, unreachable. Fresh air, light, some water running down the wall, caught in a small pool, disappearing somewhere unknown. He rushed to it, drank. Hunger was there, but his throat was soothed. Better. He looked around. Stared. Wealth beyond his dreams. Gold and jewels. Someone's ill-gotten hoard, covered in dust. Hope crushed. No food. No exit. No energy left, even after water. Hunger pains worse for something entering his hollow stomach. Despair. He lay upon plush carpets and velvet pillows, near the pool. He slept.
The spirit that watched over the hoard saw him, pitied him. He could steal nothing, it doubted he would ever even wake, and he could not leave the chamber even if he should wake. Let him take comfort as he could. It watched over his final hours, using a tendril of power to keep him in merciful sleep through the end.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:31 pm
Name: Cheza
Stage: Ghostling
Gender: Female
Previous Stages: Willowisp
RP Color: Hot Pink
Special Items: Moon Lilies
Likes: Flowers, the moon, animals (especially wolves)
Dislikes: Violence, fire
Strengths: Gentle, flexible
Weaknesses: Aloof, distracted
Matings:
-none
Past:
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:39 pm
Name: Venka
Stage: Ghostling
Gender: Female
Previous Stages: Wispling
RP Color: Silver
Special Items: Stardust
Likes: Night, flying, moonlight
Dislikes: Bright lights, falling
Strengths: Heat/cold resistant
Weaknesses: Not of this world, so lacks knowledge of many basic things
Matings:
- none
Past:
She had been drifting for as long as she could remember. She held tight to her glowing core, so focused she knew nothing else save that she moved, occasionally swung this way or that by conflicting forces of momentum and gravity. She must have been going very fast, for she never got pulled in, was barely slowed. But she knew nothing of these forces beyond the small sensations they caused. She knew if she let go, she would die, lost and frozen and incomplete.
And then, she fell. She noticed when her skin glowed almost as bright as her core, and the pressure became more than she could bear. She closed her eyes, everything focused on protecting that most fragile and most crucial part of herself as she fell to earth.
As she fell, she curled tighter and tighter around her core, both for comfort and to protect it. She was no longer thinking, the terror had taken over. If she had been, she might have noticed when she was no longer holding her core, though she had never let go of it. She might have noticed when she began to glow with more than the heat of her entry into the atmosphere. She would certainly have noticed when she grew legs and hooves, and her arms extended to hug her new legs close to her much larger abdomen. When her ears shrank and hair sprouted from her head. When part of the glow around her seemed to condense itself into white clothing with gold trim, and a beautiful silver tiara. She finally did notice when, moments before hitting the ground, wings sprouted from her back, cupping the wind and halting her momentum. Eyes wide, she fainted, falling the last few feet to the ground. Around her was an area of blackened vegetation from the heat her body still gave off.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:40 pm
Name: Mura
Stage: Ghostling
Gender: Male
Previous Stages: none
RP Color: Lime Green
Special Items: none
Likes:
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Strengths:
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- none
Past:
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:12 pm
Name: Peat
Stage: Ghostling
Gender: Male
Previous Stages: none
RP Color: Blue
Special Items: none
Likes:
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Strengths:
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Matings:
-none
Past:
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:13 pm
Name: Whetu
Stage: Ghostling
Gender: Female
Previous Stages: Whispling
RP Color: Gold
Special Items: Black ornate silk fan with gold firecrackers embroidered on it
Likes:
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Strengths:
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Matings:
- none
Past:
She wore her best kimono; black silk with an intricate design of swirling gold embroidered across it. Black hair sticks with dangling golden charms held her hair in a stylishly messy bun. She wore black silk tabi socks and black sandals that matched her kimono. A small golden origami crane dangled from each ear. Her face was painted like the finest geisha's.
He must notice me today. she thought. I am not fifteen any more, if he does not notice me soon, Papa and Mama will have to find a husband for me. I am lucky they have been patient this long.
Indeed, most of the girl's friends were married, some with a child or even two. If she could not get at least a sign that he returned her feelings at this year's New Year's festival, she would have to give up, or risk dying an unmarried crone, all alone. As the fireworks show began, she walked towards the one who already owned her heart, though he seemed unaware that she even existed.
Tonight, I will tell him I love him. The rest will happen as it should happen.
Wrapped up in her determination, she failed to notice the screams as a rocket misfired, making a half-hearted attempt to soar like it's brethren before plummeting to the earth, killing her and some few around her. The last thing she saw was the stricken look on her beloved's face. As her world exploded in a flash of gold, lighting up the black night, she wished she could wipe that look off the boy's face, for she thought he should never have to deal with death or sadness. But she could not help but be a little happy, for he had finally noticed her, if only at the very end.
As far as she can tell, over a century and a half passed between when Whetu died, and when she regained consciousness as a ghost. She retained all her memories, and was so grief stricken she spent over a year searching for her love and her family before she finally admitted that the world and people she knew were long gone. Over time, she has learned the more relaxed and casual attitude of the present, though she still falls back on the rigid, structured politeness of her life when nervous or uncomfortable, which is often. As a result she can often come across as cold and unfeeling.
It has been many years since she awoke to her new existence, and she still stays almost entirely in the world of the dead to minimize exposure to just how much the world has changed. But even there, some changes cannot be avoided.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:15 pm
Name: Verdant
Stage: Ghostling
Gender: Female
Previous Stages: none
RP Color: Green
Special Items: none
Likes:
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Strengths:
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Matings:
-none
Past:
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:38 pm
Name: Uryuu
Stage: Ghostling
Gender: Male
Previous Stages: Wispling
RP Color: Grey
Special Items: none
Likes:
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Strengths:
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Matings:
-none
Past:
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:47 pm
Name: Ailill
Stage: Ghostling
Gender: Male
Previous Stages: none
RP Color: Light Blue
Special Items: Kitsune Mask
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
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Matings:
- none
Past:
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:48 pm
Name: Muirne
Stage: Ghostling
Gender: Female
Previous Stages:
RP Color: Light Pink
Special Items: Oni Mask
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
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Matings:
- none
Past:
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:50 pm
Name: Shikyo
Stage: Oversoul
Gender: Male
Previous Stages: none
RP Color: Bold Black
Special Items: none
Likes: Fighting, protecting others
Dislikes: Losing, being weak, seeing anyone get hurt
Strengths: Fighting, stamina, loyalty
Weaknesses: Subtlety, discretion, any show of the gentler emotions
Matings:
- none
Past:
"Hurry!" "It's not gonna work." "It'll work, shush!" "It'd better, or we're all screwed."
Five small children, none of them older than ten years, huddled around an irregular pentagram drawn with a burnt stick. "Isn't it 'posta be even?"
"I said shush! We gotta concentrate." The oldest grabbed the hands of two others. "Make a circle 'round it, quick!" They did, careful not to smudge the pitiful diagram. Young as they were, and as disillusioned with life, they hoped. Every one of them was a street orphan, bound together by a need to survive, as well as a need to have a family. Together, they had been able to survive, scrounging up enough food to survive, defending their shelter and belongings from the bigger, older, meaner kids. But now times were getting slimmer, and the older kids were getting meaner. Before, it had been too much trouble to try to take from their little group. No longer. They had tried hiding, but they had to go out for food, and their were too many other kids not to be seen. Their hiding place was secure, but not for much longer. They needed help.
The eldest, ten and lanky and genderless with youth and malnourishment, taught the others how to survive, as well as some basic schooling when there was time. To read, they had a motley collection of eclectic books and magazines that they found while hunting for food. Their favorites were the manga magazines, full of adventure, heroism, and exciting pictures. One such, along with a book of occult spells and summonings, had given them their last hope. They would summon a guardian to protect them.
At the eldest's signal, they began chanting, words in a strange language that none of them spoke or could even identify. They had practiced until even the youngest could say it perfectly, or as close as they could guess the pronunciation.
They repeated the words five times, whispering on the first verse, nearly shouting by the time they finished the fifth. In their hearts, they hoped and preyed. This was truly their last chance. If this didn't work, they would starve. That is, if the older kids didn't kill them outright.
As the last syllable echoed through the abandoned building they called their own, a frightened stray cat dashed across their pentacle, through a small hole in the wall that was the only entrance. As the echo died, the poorly drawn lines began to glow with a bright blue flame. Blue butterflies seemed to dance among the flames, formed of them and returning to them in an endless cycle. In the heart of the pentacle, a small black ball formed. It grew, and as it grew it began to unfurl into a humanoid form. It's skin was the shade of a normal human's, it's hair a bright orange that no human would ever have naturally. A red and white half-mask formed on the left side of it's face. When it opened it's eyes, the irises glowed yellow, and were surrounded by black rather than white. As it finished growing, a long, furry black tail sprouted behind, almost as an afterthought. The flames disappeared, and only a few blue butterflies remained. It blinked it's black and yellow eyes.
"What the hell. Where am I? And why do I have a tail!!"
Shikyo defended his charges as they grew up. He would not allow them to bully the older kids, but he made sure they got their share of what meager pickings were available. Soon they were the older kids, though new children, small and helpless as they had once been, joined them for protection. They grew up. Some even managed, despite the odds against them to get jobs. Maybe just flipping burgers or some other menial, low paying job, but it was something. Their wages bought fresh food for the family, clothes and blankets for the colder months. Some of the brighter ones worked their way up. They managed a fast food restaurant. Owned a small shop. They started a fund to help the family, and others like them. Small and abandoned, unable to survive without help. The fund was small, but it got noticed. Soon, others started contributing. People or companies with wealth to spare. The old, abandoned building was turned into a building with beds, clothes, plain but nourishing meals served three times a day. Children flocked to it. Filled it to bursting. It grew, taking over the buildings around it until it was an entire complex.
Shikyo watched as he became obsolete, and was glad for his family. He was forgotten by all but the original members, many had never even known he existed. None could see him anymore. It made him a little sad, even though it meant they no longer needed him to guard them. He watched over them still for a while. Then, his work complete, he moved on to the world of the dead.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 3:54 pm
Name: Nekobasu
Stage: Oversoul
Gender: Male
Previous Stages: none
RP Color: Tan
Special Items: Mice with glowing eyes
Likes:
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Strengths:
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Matings:
- none
Past:
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