Personality: Once silent, now resounding: Alcuin was not always the loudest voice in the room. In fact, for much of his childhood -- when the world still called him Alice -- he barely spoke at all. There was a disconnect he couldn’t name, something off in the way people looked at him, the way compliments settled wrong on his skin, the way soft nicknames never fit quite right, not just in shape but in soul. It wasn’t until his Uncle Jean looked him square in the eyes and called him “a fine young lad indeed” that the silence cracked. In that single moment, something long-dormant stirred awake. And ever since, it’s as though Alcuin’s voice has been making up for lost time.
A talker, a fixer, a gatherer of threads: Alcuin can -- and will -- talk to anyone. Statues. Cats. Strangers. Cousins halfway through storming off. Himself, if no one else is around. If there’s conversation to be had, he’ll have it, and if there’s an awkward silence, he’ll fill it like it’s his sworn duty. But he’s not loud for the sake of volume -- he’s purposeful. Alcuin speaks when something needs saying, especially when no one else will say it. If there’s tension in the room, he names it. If someone’s hurting, he draws it out gently, like poison from a wound. Conflict doesn’t scare him; he walks toward it with open eyes, a plan already forming behind his eyes.
Leader in action, not in ego: Alcuin is often the first to suggest a path forward -- whether it’s mending a rift between family members, organizing supplies after a flood, or keeping an argument from becoming a grudge. He’s a natural leader, not because he demands to be followed, but because he’s always moving toward solutions. Still, praise never sits easily with him. Compliments get brushed off. Achievements are redirected: “It wasn’t just me,” or “He did the heavy lifting.” Alcuin never wants to be the hero. He just wants everyone standing at the end of the day -- and standing together.
Hobbies:
Talking through strategies, repairs, and daily chores as if the barn walls were listening Mediating family squabbles over bread and tea, turning storms into drizzles Offering unsolicited but well-meaning advice to passing chickens, shadows, and stubborn fences Making elaborate plans and then giving all the credit to someone else Sitting up late with Uncle Jean, trading stories and laughter
Personality: Court-born and joy-swept: Antoinette is a Lady in every sense of the word, trained beside her sister Cadeau under the ever-discerning eye of Lady Nenharma. But where Cadeau became the blade in the dark, Toni became the champagne toast that sparkles in the light. Her gift lies not in secrets or subtext, but in warmth, wonder, and genuine delight. She drapes herself in fine fabrics, speaks with music in her voice, and treats every introduction like the beginning of a beautiful story. Where some wield etiquette like armor, Antoinette wears it like silk -- graceful, elegant, and easy to love.
A spirit made for dancing: Toni lives for the dance floor. It is her sanctuary, her stage, her heartbeat. She has studied the formal steps, yes -- but it’s the folk dances brought home by travelers, the spontaneous twirls under moonlight, and the half-remembered steps taught by distant cousins that truly make her soul sing. When a member of the family returns from afar, her first question is always, “What dances do they have where you’ve been?” She gathers steps like some gather flowers, and weaves them together in her own style -- bright, joyful, and wholly Antoinette. Ask her to dance, and you’ll have her whole attention, even if only for a song.
Graceful, friendly… and delightfully underestimated: To those who judge by depth of voice or flash of wit, Antoinette may come across as a bit of a ditz. Even Cadeau, who loves her fiercely, says so with a fond sigh. But Toni’s charm lies in her openness. Her friendliness is not naivety -- it is generosity. Her compliments are not idle -- they are intentional. She may not care for strategy or politics, but she knows exactly how to make someone feel seen, appreciated, and loved. Where others cut deep with their words, Toni lifts with hers. There is strength in softness, after all—and she wears hers proudly.
Hobbies:
Practicing dances alone in the meadow, imagining partners from all corners of the world Embroidering the names of distant dances into a silk sash she wears only at family gatherings Offering strangers compliments that turn their whole day around Trying to learn to sing the ballads Anpu brings her -- usually forgetting the words halfway through Laughing until she can’t breathe when Cadeau calls her “hopeless,” usually while fixing her hair
Personality: A knight in spirit, not in steel: Vanille was trained like all Misaes -- taught to run, to parry, to stand tall and strike true. But while others grew fond of the clang of sword on shield, Vanille found his rhythm elsewhere: in the slow shaping of clay, in the careful inlay of color on glass, in the soothing repetition of a brush over canvas. The lessons of knighthood did not go to waste -- he carries the Baptiste sense of justice, of duty, of standing for others -- but battle was never where his heart lay. He can fight, of course, as all his kin can, but he prefers to build rather than break. Create first, he believes, and resist if you must.
Gentle, grounded, and quietly radiant: Vanille is the calm in the storm, the cool breeze after conflict. His presence settles a room. He listens more than he speaks and considers before he acts. The louder voices in the family -- those that spar and spar back with words and blades alike -- rarely rattle him. Some of his cousins toss him teasing jabs: “pretty boy,” “nail-polished peacemaker,” “not a scar on him.” Vanille simply smiles. It’s not that he doesn’t hear them -- it’s that he knows who he is. His peace is not weakness, and his silence is not fear. The world is loud enough already. He’ll be the brushstroke, not the drumbeat.
Devoted to beauty, in every form: Yes, Vanille takes pride in his appearance. His clothes are well-kept, his hair always tidy, and his jewelry handcrafted, each piece a small poem of metal and stone. But this care is not vanity -- it is reverence. To him, beauty is a form of kindness. He dresses himself and his world with the same attentiveness he gives to others: gently, with intention, and without apology. His workshop is full of trinkets and tokens, often made for no reason at all other than someone might like them. He sees art in everything -- from the way Anpu hums while he carves to the way Toni spins in a new dance. His love for the world is expressed through his art.
Hobbies:
Sculpting tiny, delicate animals out of leftover wood and leaving them around the house for cousins to find Designing and crafting jewelry inspired by family members’ stories Cataloging the colors of the sky at different hours, “because no one ever remembers them quite right” Gently turning down sparring matches with “Perhaps another time, when we’re less lovely.”
[b]Co Ownership?:[/b] N / A [b]Teepees:[/b] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=20661241&page=1]Sweeny[/url] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=25094783]Dawn[/url]
[b]Link to Breeding Agreement:[/b] [color=black]---[/color][b]Lifemate?:[/b]
[b]RP Approved?:[/b]
[b]Low Luck?:[/b] No
[b]Breed Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] No
[b]Other Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] No)
[b]Random Breeds (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] N / A [b]Random Variants (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] N / A
[b]Throwbacks?:[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Link to previous Generations:[/b] [b]Vanille[/b] [b]Great Grandparents:[/b] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Lil/Tags/Solange.jpg]Solange[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sirenz/Tags/roma.jpg]Roma[/url] (Istas) [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/King/Certed/BellaSwancert.jpg]Bella Swann[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/King/Certed/Callancert.jpg]Callan MacTail[/url] (Fearthainn) [b]Grandparents:[/b] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Antigra/Tagged/fireopal.jpg]Claude[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Norp/Tagged/Soma_tag02.jpg]Istas Misae[/url] (Nadia) [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Rapid/Soquili/Certed/BellaCallan1.jpg]Fearthainn[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Antigra/Tagged/vanilla.jpg]Alexiel[/url] (Aneurin) [b]Parents:[/b] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Felmino/Tagged/IstasClaude3.jpg]Lady Nadia Misae[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Felmino/Tagged/FearthainnAlexiel2.jpg]Aneurin[/url][/quote]
Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 3:58 pm
Nicknames: Sui, Chii
Personality: Once a thief, now a keeper of stories: Suichii wasn’t born into gentleness. He came from a place where hunger howled louder than law, and where survival often meant taking what wasn’t offered. Thievery, in that world, wasn’t villainy -- it was the only skill worth having. He learned young how to move unnoticed, how to read a room like a map, how to take without leaving a mark. But that world is far behind him now. This village, with its full tables and soft silences, offered him something he'd never known before: enough. Enough food. Enough safety. Enough peace. Here, Suichii has chosen to lay his old life down -- not in shame, but in deliberate transformation.
A mind like a map, always three steps ahead: Though he no longer lifts coin or slips locks, Suichii still moves like a stallion who knows where all the exits are. His footfalls are quiet. His presence, almost ghostlike. But those same skills now serve his new calling: librarian and lorekeeper of the clan he now calls home. The stallion who once studied locks now studies runes. The man who once read guards now reads histories. He is unnervingly good at anticipating obstacles -- both in stories and in people -- and his quiet nature masks a mind constantly turning. When others see a question, Suichii sees the five answers that won’t work -- and the one that might.
Soft-spoken, semi-retired, and content: Suichii considers this chapter of his life to be retirement. He works, yes, but at a steady, unhurried pace. He reads more than he speaks. He files away stories and scrolls with the same precision he once reserved for purses and ledgers. Most afternoons, you can find him lounging in the shade outside the library, a bookunder his eyes and sprawled out like a stallion who knows he’s paid his dues. He doesn’t chase excitement anymore -- he’s had his fill. Now, he collects words, sips tea, and does his best to be a good man for his son, which is the only heist he still considers sacred: stealing a better future from the jaws of the past.
Hobbies:
Reading ancient texts with one eye half-closed, muttering corrections under his breath Organizing scrolls in a system only he understands, but swears makes perfect sense Sitting for long stretches of time with no movement at all, seemingly asleep but wide awake Giving eerily accurate advice in the form of old fables and half-remembered proverbs Occasionally startling clan members by appearing exactly where they didn’t expect him to be
Personality: Born to bolt, raised on stories: Rocket grew up curled at his father’s feet, eyes wide as Suichii spun tales of shadowed rooftops, clever tricks, and narrow escapes. They were meant as cautionary stories -- lessons in why not to live that way. But to Rocket, they sounded like glory. Like freedom. Like destiny. Now, he lives for the thrill of a new path, a distant peak, a whispered rumor of danger. Tell him something’s too risky, and you’ll catch only the wind as he runs toward it, grinning wide and heart pounding. He doesn’t want to cause chaos -- chaos just seems to follow wherever he goes.
Everything’s an adventure (if you squint hard enough): For Rocket, life isn’t about waiting for the next grand journey -- it’s about making it. A walk to the shore becomes a quest for sea spirits. Gathering herbs is a hunt for enchanted moss. Even cleaning the well pump turns into a “recon mission” if he’s left unsupervised long enough. He’s not reckless -- just boundlessly imaginative, and completely unwilling to live a boring life. He sees magic where others see mud, opportunity where others see routine. If something exciting isn’t happening, Rocket will make sure it starts happening -- and he’ll drag half the village into it with him.
Magnetic, impulsive, and impossible to ignore: Rocket is the kind of person who somehow talks everyone into following him up the side of a crumbling cliff -- and makes it feel like the best idea you’ve ever had. He’s charismatic, relentless, and absolutely sincere in his belief that something amazing is just around the corner. It’s hard to say no to him, because he’s not manipulative -- just genuinely excited. He believes in people. Believes in himself. And believes that every day can be epic, if you’re willing to run toward the danger instead of away from it.
Hobbies:
Mapping out “important landmarks” around the village, like the “Ancient Moss Rock” and “Sword-Stick Tree” Writing half-finished adventure logs that include phrases like “Narrowly escaped a bee. Heroic.” Asking Suichii increasingly dangerous hypothetical questions, just to gauge his reaction Dragging friends, elders, pets, and passing traders into sudden quests of “grave importance” Staring at the horizon like it owes him something magical
Personality: Unshakably innocent, unapologetically herself: Emiko walks through the world with a heart untouched by pretense. No one is entirely sure what shaped her in her younger years -- what was broken, what was healed, what was simply born into her -- but Emiko is, in every way that matters, a child. Not in age, nor in capability, but in spirit. She sees things plainly, speaks simply, and feels deeply. Emiko doesn’t understand gray areas or quiet subtext -- things are either good or bad, happy or sad, love or not love. There is no cruelty in her, no manipulation. She does not understand masks, and so she wears none.
Everyone is a friend -- until proven otherwise (and even then… maybe still): Emiko has never met a stranger. To her, every person is a potential friend, every animal a possible companion, every frown just a smile waiting its turn. She waves to travelers she’s never seen, greets grumpy villagers as if they were lifelong playmates, and offers her snacks to children she meets on the road. Some people find her disarming. Others find her exhausting. A few simply don’t know what to make of her at all. But Emiko never notices the difference. Whether you love her or hate her, she’ll still hold your hand if it looks cold.
Loved, protected, and deeply rooted in joy: Emiko is one part of a triad -- a loving household that knows her, understands her rhythms, and cherishes her exactly as she is. Her partners provide what she needs without ever diminishing her autonomy, and in return, she fills their home with light. She may not grasp everything the world throws at her, but she does know how to bring joy, how to hold someone’s hand when they’re hurting, and how to laugh with her whole body. Her perspective, though simple, is often startlingly clear. In a world full of complexity and shadows, Emiko is the light through the trees.
Hobbies:
Painting with whatever feels most fun that day Tying ribbons to fence posts “so the wind doesn’t feel lonely” Picking wildflowers for people without telling them why Asking deep, seemingly absurd questions that stop people in their tracks (e.g., “Do butterflies think clouds are boats?”) Hugging goats. Constantly. Even ones that don't want to be hugged.
Breeding Info 1: Ellial 2: Reserved for Econ and Tequi
Breeding Forms
[quote="Tequili N' Lime Splash x Emiko"][align=center][size=16][b][color=purple]There's More To Love! Poly-Group Here![/color][/b][/size] [b]Poly Group Agreement:[/b] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=130&t=23696151#374172985]x[/url] [b]Please List All Eligible Poly-Group Members Certs:[/b] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Ameh/Tagged/emiko.jpg]Emiko[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Lil/Tags/tequililimesplash.jpg]Tequila N Lime Splash[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sabin/Breedings/raynewenopa1.jpg]Econlockhatchee[/url][/align]
[b]Co Ownership?:[/b] N / A [b]Teepees:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=20661241&page=1]Sweeny[/url] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=15175157&page=1]mindsend[/url]
[b]Link to Breeding Agreement:[/b] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=130&t=23696151#374172985]Here![/url] [color=black]---[/color][b]Lifemate?:[/b] Yes!
[b]Low Luck?:[/b] No
[b]Breed Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] N / A
[b]Other Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] N / A
[b]Random Breeds (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] Yes [b]Random Variants (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] Yes
[b]Throwbacks?:[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Link to previous Generations:[/b] Gen 1[/quote]
[quote="Econlockhatchee x Emiko"][align=center][size=16][b][color=purple]There's More To Love! Poly-Group Here![/color][/b][/size] [b]Poly Group Agreement:[/b] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=130&t=23696151#374172985]x[/url] [b]Please List All Eligible Poly-Group Members Certs:[/b] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Ameh/Tagged/emiko.jpg]Emiko[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Lil/Tags/tequililimesplash.jpg]Tequila N Lime Splash[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sabin/Breedings/raynewenopa1.jpg]Econlockhatchee[/url][/align]
[b]Co Ownership?:[/b] N / A [b]Teepees:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=20661241&page=1]Sweeny[/url] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=15175157&page=1]mindsend[/url]
[b]Link to Breeding Agreement:[/b] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=130&t=23696151#374172985]Here![/url] [color=black]---[/color][b]Lifemate?:[/b] Yes!
[b]Low Luck?:[/b] No
[b]Breed Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] N / A
[b]Other Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] N / A
[b]Random Breeds (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] Yes [b]Random Variants (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] Yes
[b]Throwbacks?:[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Link to previous Generations:[/b] [b]Econlockhatchee[/b] [i]Great Great Grandparents:[/i] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sirenz/Tags/ladybug.jpg]Alora[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sirenz/Tags/hapily.jpg]Happily Ever Cadaver[/url] [i]Great Grandparents:[/i] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/King/Certed/melaniecert.jpg]Melanie[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sirenz/Tags/kieran.jpg]Kieran[/url] (Nevara) [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Ende/Certed/Azn.jpg]Azn[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Ende/Certed/HappyBug3Tag.jpg]Lucky 13[/url] (Taigi) [i]Granparents:[/i] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/King/StagesCerted/Azn132cert.jpg]Taigi[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Norp/Tagged/Keiranie_Tag03.jpg]Nevara[/url] (Rayne) [i]Parents:[/i] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Natsu/tag/tag_SmokeyandtheBandit_1.jpg]Rayne[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Lil/Tags/Wenopa.jpg]Wenopa[/url[/quote]
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 4:20 pm
Nicknames: Koko
Personality: A voice unspoken, but never unheard: Whether he cannot speak or simply chooses not to, Koko has never said a word aloud -- but no one would dare call him quiet. Every raised eyebrow, every long blink, every dramatic sigh speaks volumes. Koko emotes with his whole body, flopping across stones and into grass like a fallen star when displeased, pointing with flair and mock offense when someone’s late for a meal. He doesn’t need language to be understood; his silence is a language all its own -- flamboyant, expressive, and unmistakably Koko.
Bratty, bold… and bafflingly endearing: Koko has a flair for the theatrical. He sulks like royalty. Pouts like it’s an art form. If there’s a single cushion out of place or a snack that isn't plated to his (invisible) standard, he will let you know -- with a look so scathing it could tarnish silver. But for all his drama, Koko is surprisingly kind. He won’t jump to help you lift a basket, but he will clear a spot beside him and pat it twice, offering you tea, a tart, and an ear. He won't go fetch a friend -- but he’ll open his home so they’ll feel welcome when they arrive.
Lazy, but hospitable: Koko’s definition of work is very specific: Other people do it, and he makes it beautiful. He avoids physical effort at all costs -- unless it involves preparing his space. His nest is always ready to receive, his table always set just so. He hosts like someone born to the court, even if he doesn’t lift a finger for anything else. He believes in comfort above all else, for himself and for others. His generosity isn’t in service -- it’s in ambiance. And once you’re curled on a plush nest with a biscuit in mouth, you’ll realize it’s hard to be mad at him for not helping with the heavy lifting.
Hobbies:
Rearranging his pillows and throws into dramatic “sitting installations” Giving pointed stares at under-seasoned food Making grand facial expressions when people argue near him, despite having no intention of intervening Preparing tea trays and snack platters like they’re about to be judged in a royal contest Writing notes in swooping, stylized penmanship that may or may not contain thinly veiled sass
[quote="Koko Loco x Kieran"][align=center][size=16][b][color=purple]There's More To Love! Poly-Group Here![/color][/b][/size] [b]Poly Group Agreement:[/b] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=495&t=23696151#388033761]x[/url] [b]Please List All Eligible Poly-Group Members Certs:[/b] [url=https://res.cloudinary.com/pyrrh/image/upload/v1563734960/Soquili/Kieran_adult_Cert.jpg]Kieran[/url] [url=https://res.cloudinary.com/pyrrh/image/upload/v1540943830/Soquili/elvira_dexter_cert.jpg]Elvira[/url] [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/247122706015715329/727232728382046249/EmiElli2ACert.jpg]Koko Loco[/url]
[b]Co Ownership?:[/b] N / A [b]Teepees:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=20661241&page=1]Sweeny[/url] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=23827971]Nikki[/url]
[b]Link to Breeding Agreement:[/b] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=495&t=23696151#388033761]Here![/url] [color=black]---[/color][b]Lifemate?:[/b] Yes!
[b]Low Luck?:[/b] No
[b]Breed Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] N / A
[b]Other Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] N / A
[b]Random Breeds (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] Yes [b]Random Variants (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] Yes
[b]Throwbacks?:[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Link to previous Generations:[/b] [b]Koko Loco[/b] [b]Great Grandparents:[/b] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Zoo/Tags/LucarioCert.jpg]Lucario[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sirenz/Tags/lavander.jpg]Lavandula[/url] (Livius) [b]Grandparents:[/b] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Harperking/Liviusit.jpg]Livius[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Ameh/Tagged/aiane.jpg]Aiane[/url] (Ellial) [b]Parents:[/b] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Ameh/Tagged/emiko.jpg]Emiko[/url]x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Infi/Certs/AiaxLiv3cert.png]Ellial[/url][/quote]
[quote="Koko Loco x Elvira"][align=center][size=16][b][color=purple]There's More To Love! Poly-Group Here![/color][/b][/size] [b]Poly Group Agreement:[/b] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=495&t=23696151#388033761]x[/url] [b]Please List All Eligible Poly-Group Members Certs:[/b] [url=https://res.cloudinary.com/pyrrh/image/upload/v1563734960/Soquili/Kieran_adult_Cert.jpg]Kieran[/url] [url=https://res.cloudinary.com/pyrrh/image/upload/v1540943830/Soquili/elvira_dexter_cert.jpg]Elvira[/url] [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/247122706015715329/727232728382046249/EmiElli2ACert.jpg]Koko Loco[/url]
[b]Co Ownership?:[/b] N / A [b]Teepees:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=20661241&page=1]Sweeny[/url] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=23827971]Nikki[/url]
[b]Link to Breeding Agreement:[/b] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=495&t=23696151#388033761]Here![/url] [color=black]---[/color][b]Lifemate?:[/b] Yes!
[b]Low Luck?:[/b] No
[b]Breed Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] N / A
[b]Other Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] N / A
[b]Random Breeds (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] Yes [b]Random Variants (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] Yes
[b]Throwbacks?:[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Link to previous Generations:[/b] [b]Koko Loco[/b] [b]Great Grandparents:[/b] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Zoo/Tags/LucarioCert.jpg]Lucario[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sirenz/Tags/lavander.jpg]Lavandula[/url] (Livius) [b]Grandparents:[/b] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Harperking/Liviusit.jpg]Livius[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Ameh/Tagged/aiane.jpg]Aiane[/url] (Ellial) [b]Parents:[/b] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Ameh/Tagged/emiko.jpg]Emiko[/url]x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Infi/Certs/AiaxLiv3cert.png]Ellial[/url][/quote]
Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 1:51 pm
Nicknames: Okiedokie, Okee
Personality: Everything is bigger with Okee: Okeechobee doesn’t just live life -- she inflates it. She never simply crossed a stream; she forded a mile-wide river with waters as clear as diamond and deep enough to swallow the sky. She didn’t find a cave with bats -- she barely survived an ambush by acid-dripping sky-demons with wings of bone and voices like shattered bells. To Okee, the world is never small or simple. It’s vast, dangerous, and glorious. And whether her tales are truth stretched thin or fiction worn thick with color, no one walks away from one of her stories without feeling a little more alive.
A heart made for wandering: Okee is an adventurer, through and through. She was born with dirt caked in her hooves and a compass in her ribs. Forests call her by name. Caves whisper secrets. Ruins practically beg her to explore them. She has no interest in maps unless she can make her own, and even then, her charts tend to include notes like “Beware the Mudbeast” and “Fruit Tree of Infinite Mangoes (unconfirmed).” She travels with wild glee and returns with stories no one entirely believes -- but everyone wants to believe, and that’s enough.
Charismatic chaos wrapped in a smile: You’d be hard-pressed to find someone more fun -- or more exhausting -- than Okee. Her energy is boundless, her gestures wide, her laughter loud. She is the kind of soquili who grabs you mid-sentence and says, “You simply have to see this” without explaining what “this” is. She’s dramatic, endearing, and utterly impossible to stay mad at. And when the day winds down, and her wild eyes soften by the fire, she spins the day's misadventures into stories so vivid you’ll swear you saw them too -- even if you know better.
Hobbies:
Retelling very recent events with very different (and much more dangerous) details Making rough sketches of mythical creatures she “definitely saw” in the hills Leaping off rocks dramatically while shouting things like “This is how legends are born!” Trading story-bits with bards and always one-upping them Naming every frog, hill, and strange rock she finds like they’re the final boss in an epic quest
[b]Co Ownership?:[/b] N / A [b]Teepees:[/b] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=20661241&page=1]Sweeny[/url] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=5959373]Summer[/url] [b]Link to Breeding Agreement:[/b] [url=https://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=498&t=23696151#388108098][ X ][/url] [color=black]---[/color][b]Lifemate?:[/b] No [b]RP Approved?:[/b] No
[b]Low Luck?:[/b] No
[b]Breed Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes. [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b] Crimped Mane
[b]Other Variants (Stock Templates Only):[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Templates to Avoid:[/b]
[b]Random Breeds (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] N / A [b]Random Variants (1st Gen Throwbacks Only):[/b] N / A
[b]Throwbacks?:[/b] Yes [color=black]---[/color][b]Link to previous Generations:[/b] [b]Nessie[/b] [i]Grandparents:[/i] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Lil/Tags/iienamae.jpg]Iie Namae[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Kiareii/Soq/Jin-Soo.jpg]Jin-Soo[/url] (Himitsu Namae (Kraken)) [i]Parents: [/i] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/hg/Soquili/Tagged/fool1.jpg]Marcella[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Mind/Growth/transfers/iiejin2.jpg]Himitsu Namae (Kraken)[/url] [b]Okeechobee[/b] [i]Great Great Great Grandparents:[/i] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sirenz/Tags/ladybug.jpg]Alora[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sirenz/Tags/hapily.jpg]Happily Ever Cadaver[/url] [i]Great Great Grandparents:[/i] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/King/Certed/melaniecert.jpg]Melanie[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sirenz/Tags/kieran.jpg]Kieran[/url] (Nevara) [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Ende/Certed/Azn.jpg]Azn[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Ende/Certed/HappyBug3Tag.jpg]Lucky 13[/url] (Taigi) [i]Great Granparents:[/i] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/King/StagesCerted/Azn132cert.jpg]Taigi[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Norp/Tagged/Keiranie_Tag03.jpg]Nevara[/url] (Rayne) [i]Grandparents:[/i] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Natsu/tag/tag_SmokeyandtheBandit_1.jpg]Rayne[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Lil/Tags/Wenopa.jpg]Wenopa[/url] (Econlockhatchee) [i]Parents:[/i] [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Ameh/Tagged/emiko.jpg]Emiko[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Lil/Tags/tequililimesplash.jpg]Twuili N' Lime Splash[/url] x [url=http://www.soquiliera.com/soquili/images/Sabin/Breedings/raynewenopa1.jpg]Econlockhatchee[/url][/quote]
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 1:52 pm
Nicknames: Momo
Personality: Rooted in peace, grown in quiet magic: Where her sister Okee is a tempest of tales and wild imaginings, Momo is the still pond under the willow -- calm, steady, and content. She doesn’t crave adventure; she prefers to listen to it over a warm cup. Her joy is found in slow things: the patient sprouting of seeds, the bloom of a stubborn bud, the way sunlight settles over petals like silk. Her garden is a patchwork of beauty and purpose, filled with whispering flowers and fragrant herbs, each with its own personality and secret use. She is not idle, just unrushed. Momo is the kind of soquili who watches the seasons like old friends returning home.
A gentle healer—with a mischievous streak: Momo crafts teas and tinctures for every need: lavender and chamomile for sleep, lemon balm and sage for clarity, calendula for hearts that ache a little too long. Her blends bring peace, ease, and comfort to those lucky enough to know her well. But Momo is no simple herbalist. She knows the other herbs too -- the ones that open the doorways of the mind. That heighten the senses or tilt the world sideways for a while. She never offers these teas lightly, but she always knows when someone needs one. With a soft hum and a little grin, she’ll hand over a steaming cup that might just change your perspective entirely.
Laid-back, low-energy, and quietly perceptive: Momo is slow to rise, slow to anger, and slow to speak -- but she misses nothing. While others bustle or bluster, she’s watching, listening, filing things away in the quiet corners of her mind. She’s not shy, just deeply relaxed (perhaps a little too relaxed?). It takes a lot to get her ruffled. She prefers quiet evenings with her hooves in the dirt and soft, green leaves tickling her nose. Still, there’s a sly sparkle in her eye, and those who think her sleepy are often surprised by just how much she knows. Momo doesn’t say much… unless she’s offering you a tea that will make you see your own heartbeat.
Hobbies:
Tending her garden with a trowel in one hand and a lazy, humming tune on her lips Drying herbs in bundles strung along every doorway and rafter in her cottage Reading old journals of plant lore while sipping her own blends Offering teas that “might make you feel funny” with a perfectly straight face Listening to Okee’s exaggerated tales while slipping a fresh blossom into her hair
Personality: Curious: Her mind is a bustling bazaar of questions. Elara is perpetually asking "why?", "how does that work?", or "what if?". She finds wonder in the mundane and is easily captivated by new information, strange sights, or peculiar sounds. This curiosity often leads her down unexpected paths – she might spend hours examining a unique leaf, quizzing a stranger about their unusual hobby, or getting lost in thought while contemplating the mechanics of a clock. She loves to learn and absorb new facts, sometimes to the point of forgetting everything else around her.
Friendly: Elara possesses a genuinely warm and open demeanor that immediately puts others at ease. She has a bright, genuine smile and an infectious enthusiasm for life. She loves meeting new people, is quick to offer help, and is an excellent, empathetic listener (though her mind might occasionally wander if something truly fascinating catches her eye). She genuinely cares for those around her and is always ready with a kind word, a comforting presence, or an offer of assistance, even if her attempts sometimes go comically wrong. She sees the best in people and approaches most interactions with an assumption of goodwill.
Slightly Clumsy : This is where Elara's mind and body sometimes operate on different wavelengths. Her clumsiness isn't debilitating but rather a consistent series of minor mishaps. She's prone to tripping over her own feet, bumping into doorframes, knocking over small objects (especially when she's deep in thought or excitedly gesturing), or spilling drinks. This often happens because her attention is completely absorbed in something else – a fascinating conversation, a new discovery, or a sudden realization. She's usually quick to apologize, often with a sheepish grin or an "Oops, my bad!" Her friends find it endearing rather than annoying, and she often uses it as a source of self-deprecating humor.
Hobbies
Whether it's a new hiking trail, a deep, dark cave, or a forgotten ruin, Misti loves to explore anything new and exciting Nature Walks, which often lead to her collecting interesting rocks, feathers, or leaves. She will pass these off to Twisp who makes them into "protective charms." Watching whatever and whomever come across her path. She loves to make up stories about strangers in her head and with Twisp.
Personality: Perpetually worried: Twisp lives in a constant state of mild panic. Whether it’s the possibility of falling rocks, venomous plants, or being swept away by a rogue gust of wind, he always assumes the worst-case scenario is just around the corner. He’s the sort of turtle who ties a second knot after the first and checks maps for “haunted areas” even on clearly marked hiking trails. His anxiety doesn’t stop him from going on adventures—but he’ll complain with every cautious step, flinching at rustling bushes and ominous clouds alike.
Deeply loyal: For all his fretting, Twisp is a devoted friend. He never wants to go on wild escapades, but he always does—because his best friend (a fearless explorer who treats danger like a suggestion) means the world to him. He grumbles, protests, and recites every unlikely thing that might go wrong, yet when it comes down to it, he’s always there. When a rope bridge needs crossing or a dark tunnel looms ahead, Twisp is the first to say “we’re all going to die,” but still the second to follow.
Soft-hearted and empathetic: Twisp is far more emotionally intuitive than he gives himself credit for. He’s the first to notice when someone’s hurting, even if they try to hide it, and he often offers quiet comfort through small gestures—a shared snack, a pebble from his collection, or a muttered word of encouragement. He worries because he cares deeply—not just about his own safety, but everyone else's too. While others see only his nerves, those who know him understand he’s one of the most compassionate souls they’ll ever meet.
Hobbies:
Organizing and reorganizing his emergency backpack (snacks, tiny rain poncho, rope, bell, four spare maps...) Journaling in his “Worry Logs,” where he records all the things that might go wrong and how to prepare for them Collecting shiny pebbles, which he gives to friends as “protective charms” Sitting in cozy shelters and listening to the rain (while double-checking the roof for leaks) Brewing calming teas from herbs he swears are good “anti-monster tonics”
Parents: N / A Siblings: N / A Mate: Single Children: N / A
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 6:57 pm
Nicknames: Mem
Personality: A man of silence, and of depth: Memory speaks sparingly. He does not fill space with idle words or speak simply to be heard. When he does speak, people tend to stop and listen -- not because he demands their attention, but because his words are always worth the wait. Many mistake his stillness for indifference. They assume that silence means absence, that still waters are empty ones. But those who truly know Memory understand: he is not quiet because he has nothing to say, but because he believes listening is the holier act. He hears more than most people notice, and he forgets almost nothing.
A counselor without judgment: Memory has become something of a soft-spoken oracle in the valley -- someone you go to when the pieces of your life no longer fit, or when your heart is too loud to hear itself clearly. He listens without interruption, without commentary, until the moment he sees what you cannot. Then, gently, he turns the words around, holds them up to the light, and shows you what was always there. He offers no commandments, only perspectives. He does not claim to be wise -- but wisdom seems to settle around him anyway, like dust on the shoulders of an old coat.
Wearing grief like a second skin: There is a sadness to Memory that never fades, though it does not cling to him like a fresh wound. It’s older than that -- quieter, deeper, worn into him like the shine on a well-loved stone. Few speak of it directly, but many in the valley remember Flower, his radiant mate, and the children they once had together. Of the three, only one remains, and Flower is long gone, vanished with the seasons, her heart too broken to remain. Memory doesn’t speak of it unless asked. He does not weep where others can see. But his silence is full of love, and full of ache. He is a man who knows what it means to endure -- and to carry on.
Hobbies:
Sitting with his eyes half-lidded, listening to birdsong or the sound of wind through branches Mending broken tools slowly, with patience, as if healing them might teach him something Walking the perimeter of the valley at dawn, quietly checking on the spaces that matter Drying herbs from Flower’s old garden, keeping the scents she loved close Writing observations in small, leather-bound journals -- words he may never show anyone, but keeps all the same
Personality: A mind made for unraveling mysteries: Hunnysuckle was raised in the quiet shadow of her father, and like him, she learned early that answers don’t always come easily -- and that they shouldn’t. Memory taught her to question everything, and Hunny took that to heart with a fierce, unspoken devotion. She doesn’t accept tradition without evidence or explanation without proof. If the world gives her a rule, she gently dissects it, asks it to explain itself, and if it cannot, she sets it aside. She seeks to understand not because she doubts -- but because she wants to know. Always. Precisely. Honestly.
Quiet, still, and deeply observant: Hunny is not a loud presence. She rarely makes eye contact, speaks only when necessary, and even then, her voice is a hush barely louder than the breeze through lavender. Most people don’t know how to read her. Some mistake her for cold or aloof. But the truth is: Hunny sees everything. She notices the smallest things -- the bend of a stem under weight, the difference in tone between two buzzes, the subtle twitch in someone’s nose when they lie. Her world is built from a thousand quiet details no one else takes the time to see. She doesn’t need to speak often -- she already hears enough.
Devoted to her bees, and the truth: Hunnysuckle’s dearest companions are the colony of bees she found frostbitten and failing one winter, their bodies still and golden against a bed of dead grass. She took them in, whispered to them, warmed them, and nursed them back to life. Now they are her everything. She tends to them with religious care, cataloging every behavior, every new bloom they touch, every change in their sound. She speaks most when speaking to them -- soft, lilting questions and observations only they are meant to hear. They are her comfort, her science, her family, and her proof that even the smallest life can be saved, studied, and loved.
Hobbies:
Meticulously recording bee behavior in a hand-bound journal covered in wax-stains Formulating salves and honeys with strange, wonderful properties -- each with a label written in the tiniest script Sitting perfectly still among wildflowers, letting the bees land on her skin as if she’s one of them Building miniature apiaries and watching how the colony interacts with the designs Asking softly impossible questions into the wind, just in case it answers
Personality: A childhood spent in soil and sun: Lark has been at Hunnysuckle’s side since she emerged from her basket, glued to her mother's side like a second shadow. Where Hunny walked the meadows in quiet observation, Lark worked the soil, her fetlocks stained with earth before she could spell her own name. She learned bees through Hunny’s eyes and flowers through her own -- two pieces of a living puzzle that, together, made something beautiful. As the years passed, their paths stayed intertwined. Hunny became the voice of the hive; Larkspur became the steward of the bloom. She grows the food for the bees, harvests their gifts with reverence, and knows, down to the hour, when each petal will open.
Gentle in hand, firm in spirit: Larkspur's strength is quiet but unmistakable. She moves through the world like a river: steady, patient, and impossible to stop when set on a course. Her garden is her heart -- carefully tended, abundantly alive, always shifting with the seasons. She grows for the bees, for the village, and for the mothers-to-be, who come to her for comfort and counsel. Though still in training, Lark holds the title of “midwife-in-the-making” with great pride, her herb knowledge deep and her hands sure. She speaks softly but acts with certainty, carrying a confidence that comes from watching life grow beneath her touch.
A healer in bloom, a bridge between worlds: Where Hunny listens to bees and whispers to the wind, Lark listens to people -- those who ache, those who carry life, those who need to feel whole again. She crafts tinctures, poultices, and salves from the plants she tends, offering comfort in a jar, strength in a cup, healing in a bloom. Her smile is easy, her laugh rare but rich, and her presence a balm in itself. She walks between worlds: part scientist, part gardener, part healer, always learning, always growing, always reaching for what life can offer.
Hobbies:
Sketching out garden maps by moonlight, planning where each bloom will serve its best purpose Meticulously tracking flowering cycles in a worn journal with pressed leaves tucked between pages Crafting herbal salves that soothe fevers, ease labor, or simply “make a hard day softer” Sitting in the flower fields with Hunny, sharing wordless moments surrounded by hums and blossoms Brewing bright, floral teas to help villagers sleep, smile, or dream a little sweeter
Personality: Living joyfully, loving openly: Rockin’ Blues has never known a dull day -- not since the warrior mares took him in and showed him what life could be. He loves with his whole heart, always has, always will. His devotion to his fierce partners is worn proudly across his grin, and he speaks of them with such affection it could turn the most hardened cynic to a romantic. His ladies are his pride, and his children -- bold, sharp-eyed, and just as full of life -- are his greatest trophies. In a tribe ruled by strength, Rockin’ Blues has carved his own space through loyalty, laughter, and an endless willingness to celebrate life’s sweetness.
Dancer by instinct, reveler by trade: If there’s music, Blues is moving. He doesn't need a drum to keep rhythm or a crowd to perform -- he’ll dance in the rain, in the dirt, or around a cooking fire, feet stomping, wings flapping, hips moving with easy grace. His dancing is less about showmanship and more about freedom: every step a celebration, every spin a thank you to the world for another good day. Add in a drink -- spicy, sweet, or bitter, it doesn’t matter -- and you’ll find Blues in his natural state: surrounded by friends, lost in rhythm, too busy having fun to care if anyone’s watching.
Flirt first, laugh always, sulk never: Rockin’ Blues is a born flirt, his words smooth until they’re not -- and when they aren’t, it hardly fazes him. He’ll wink, grin, and shoot his shot, and if it lands flat, he’s the first to laugh it off. Rejection is no wound, just part of the game. He enjoys the play of words, the tease of attention, the art of affection. His charm is in his ease -- people are drawn to him because he doesn’t try to be anyone else. He’s exactly as he is: bold, open, vibrant, and always ready for another round, another dance, another chance to tell someone how dazzling they are.
Hobbies:
Teaching his youngest children silly dances that turn into full-family performances Crafting drinking songs that only sometimes make sense but always make people laugh Sneaking extra honey into drinks and pretending it was definitely an accident Hosting impromptu dance-offs, insisting even the grumpiest warriors take part Practicing pickup lines with the other harem stallions, ranking them on creativity and success rate
Personality: Swagger inherited, but stumbles included: Rockin’ Robin was born into rhythm, raised on music, and steeped in joy. From a young age, he danced alongside his father, feet tapping, eyes glittering, learning the steps to every tribal celebration. He inherited his father’s easy charm, bright smile, and zest for life -- but with one particularly amusing flaw: when faced with the dazzling, battle-hardened mares who keep him, Robin transforms from smooth-talking harem son to blushing, stammering mess. His words trip over themselves, his cheeks flush, and whatever clever line he rehearsed melts into awkward laughter.
Beloved by all, teased by everyone: The other men of the harem tease him relentlessly -- never cruelly, but with the affection of brothers who love to see one of their own flustered. The ladies? They delight in it. They poke, prod, and playfully torment him, reveling in the way Robin fumbles with compliments or trips over his own feet in their presence. Yet, their affection for him is unmistakable. Robin, despite his bashfulness, is a cherished part of the tribe: a kind heart, a bright spirit, and someone who will always cheer the loudest and dance the wildest when the drums start to beat.
Eager, goofy, and entirely himself: For all his floundering attempts at flirtation, Robin doesn’t try to hide who he is. He laughs at himself, takes teasing in stride, and carries himself with a humility that only makes him more lovable. He dreams of someday having the smoothness of his father -- but those who know him best hope he never changes. His awkwardness is part of his charm, a reminder that even among warriors and revelers, there’s room for softness, sincerity, and a bit of harmless, heartwarming chaos.
Hobbies:
Practicing pickup lines in the mirror, usually getting flustered halfway through Dancing energetically at every village gathering, always with at least one spectacular stumble Making the younger kids laugh with exaggerated stories of his own embarrassing moments Playing handmade drums and dreaming of writing songs that make hearts flutter Trying (and failing) to “keep cool” when any of the warrior harpies so much as wink in his direction
