Clothing, sewing, cooking, the beach, knitting, chives, open meadows, fish, forests, small groups of friends, small towns, his current living situation and placement.
dislikes :
Being a failure, getting hurt, predatory 'taur, getting lost, being unlucky, big towns, large groups, speaking in front of people, the words 'speak up', aggressive people.
talents :
Getting lost, failing, designing clothes.
fears :
Betrayal, cruelty, loneliness, other male cervitaur, shellfish (he's allergic).
personality :
Nouă has never had a high opinion of himself and, pleasant life or not, he probably never will. There is a level of comfort that he's developed around close friends and family in recent years that allows him to relax and ebbs his usual habit of stuttering. Since settling down with Ayela, he's become significantly less nervous about women, and has gained an aggressive edge when it comes to men, especially when the both of them go out together. He prefers to avoid cervitaur males altogether, feeling an instant sense of submission to them after the regular hazing of his youth.
Generally, Nouă can be described as a nervous person. The pursuits that he finds comfort in are few and far-between, and often consist of quiet and solitary tasks. He cripples under stress and attention, preferring to live by humble means and take care of his own. But, take care of them he certainly will. Self-sacrificing as though of low-confidence often are, Nouă would give his life and livelihood for the happiness of his friends and family. He is kind and patient to a fault, which is good for those who have to help tend his endless trail of blunders. While sewing is the only art that he has a hand for, he continues trying to cook, much to the dismay of his children.
history :
Nouă was never popular. Nouă was never the center of attention. Nouă was never the man that boys looked up to, never the son that brought his father pride, and feared that he would never amount to a husband and father worthy of any woman. Now the parent of two lovely children with a mate whom he loves deeply, it's a wonder that such a well-off buck came from such... unlucky beginnings.
'Quaking Aspen' was the name that Nouă's father, Fane, gave to his herd. It was a ramshackle group, half of the divided remains of whatever it might have been before them. Fane had been the voice for the weaker members of the herd, members who the old herd had wanted to leave behind or kill, calling it 'mercy' for the weak to die and the strong to continue, lest they be dragged down. But the man himself was strong and, though he might speak for the meek and the mothers, he expected his son to be strong as well. His first years were forgiven, a swaddled babe at his mother's breast. Even his childhood could be overlooked, his fondness for bows and bonnets and befriending all the girls; 'a little charmer,' Fane joked, as if he could convince himself. His shortcomings became undeniable when the cervitaur reached teenhood, and his father could stand it no more; he would become a right and proper heir or he would be disowned, inheritance passing instead to the new babe his mother was suckling.
So Nouă tried. Hunting, fishing, building -- he even tried raising a ship, earning himself more mockery than help. He was simply cursed, a token of bad luck; each hunt he participated in failed, every fishing line snapped, every stable erected fell. Before his father had even said the words, the tribe had already lost any respect for him; they did not see the son of their leader when they looked at him. It was a desperate bid for attention, a pitiful attempt to regain some of the pride that he'd once had that made Nouă declare for Rozelia, a young cervitaur that his parents had been courting, hoping to extend their territory and alliances. Laughter and horror stared him in the face, and it was only shame he saw in his father's dark eyes. The girl was the only one he told before he ran, and his heart ached at the way she wept after him, but he could no longer stay, holding his tongue as a younger sibling stole away his firstborn rights, all thanks to a case of bad luck. He promised, one day, that he would return to her, to wipe away her tears and regain his place as the rightful leader of the herd, strong and bold as he'd never been before.
The years between were as pleasant as he could have hoped. A kinder sort of naga housed him as he regained his footing, finally finding a ramshackle home of his own. He made friends in a rural town filled with a colourful assortment of taur, wondering if his life may have finally settled into some level of comfort. It wasn't so, something that he learned on a dark and blurred night in his memory, when he took his dear friend's daughter, Vesna, to bed. As he had done for every problem in his life, before the consequences caught up to him, the unlucky cervitaur ran until he was lost, a speck in the widest sprawl of forest he'd ever known.
Strong and bold he became in those woods, but his promise to Rozelia fell by the wayside when he found his reflection in a pair of beautiful grey eyes. Ayela was everything that Nouă had ever been or wished for, a kind heart with kind hands, another reject with 'clumsy' and 'unlucky' scribbled all over her as brightly as it was over him. One might think that the two of them would only bring each other misfortune, but such is not the case. Together they've had two children and are ceaseless in their attempts for more, but Nouă has slipped so far away from his past that he doesn't believe that it might rise up and trip him where he stands.
Nouăsprezece ❤ Ayela: [Lifemated, 1/3 breedings] Both banished, clumsy, and cursed with unluckiness, Ayela and Nouă somehow stumbled into a blessing between each other. Within the forest that they were lost -and subsequently found each other- they made a home and birthed a small family; one son and one daughter. The Spurned Returns: Believing that he was finally free of his past, Nouăsprezece finally relaxed, letting himself grow comfortable with the life that he lived. Pity that he seemed the only one who forgot. A beautiful young cervitaur named Rozelia blooms from the buried remains of his past and, much as he tries to dissuade her, quiet her, keep her away from his delicate little family, her demands and cries are far from silent. Ayela would have to be deaf to not hear the declarations of love and reminders of a promise that Nouă once made to this innocent woman, and as she storms off from the first of a tireless number of encounters, he must confront that which he has been running from for far too long.
wanted plots :
There aren't many plots left in this man's life. He might have another batch or two of children before retiring to the grave (or at least into the 'old, unplayed characters' pool). A man for him to question his vows with might be fun; he has to get money somehow, and working with someone whom he ends up attracted to would be fun, without crushing Ayela, since she need not know (if he doesn't confess to her).
theme song :
Reservoir Park by The Dutchess & The Duke
Well I barely woke this morning on the cold ground by the sea. And I opened up my eyes and those black clouds are all I see. And I wonder if someone's up there, If the black clouds can see me,
And the clouds keep rolling on in
The supersonic jet plane taking people everywhere. Well, i wish that i could go there, I wish I could be somewhere. But i know I'm still right here, And I know here is still nowhere,
And the clouds keep rolling on in.
Well tell me, what am I gonna do? Tell me, what am I gonna do? To make it clear. So I can get my head straight, I can see the sun.
Well I went down to have my fortune told. Well I went to see the gypsy to have my fortune told. She said "You ain't got no future, you ain't never growing old,"
And the clouds keep rolling on in.
Well, how many times have I defied the cold clutches of death? And how many times have I stopped short from taking that last step? And every time I've tried to hurt you, I have only hurt hurt myself,
And the clouds keep rolling on in.
Well tell me, what am I gonna do? Tell me, what am I gonna do? To make it clear, Well I can't get my head straight, I can't see the sun. Tell me, what am I gonna do? So I can see, So i can be the same as everyone.
Well, I hear them whisper, Pounding, pounding in my head until it all sounds the same. If I don't see the sun soon then I know I'll go insane. And if this is where I belong, Well how long will I remain?
And the clouds keep rolling on in.
Well tell me, what am I gonna do? Tell me, what am I gonna do? To make it clear, Well I can't get my head straight, I can't see the sun. Tell me, what am I gonna do? So I can see, So I can be the same, the same as everyone. Tell me, what am I gonna do? 'Cause I can't see And I can't be the same, the same as everyone.
possessions :
interesting facts :
As the OC he became, Nouă's appearance has transformed drastically. More often than not, Nouă finds himself unwittingly drawn toward partners of the same sex; living far away from people with his female mate has curbed these urges... in part.
notes :
Nouăsprezece was my very first Cein Isles 'taur! He's a major lineart-edited cervi from the Unlucky Cervitaur Raffle during the CI 3rd Year Birthday Bash, and I just happened upon a stroke of luck! (Lolno, I just bought an asston of tickets.)
Mia [f. mother/centaur] & Gulzar [f. father/centaur]
siblings :
Too many to name, all of them foster.
likes :
Aggression, daring, a sense of adventure, painting, dancing, hunting, caretaking, children, soft bedding, feathers, moss.
dislikes :
Slavery, large groups, adult interaction, stammering, nerves, performing, public speaking, being emasculated.
talents :
Hunting, dancing?
fears :
Most other naga; especially the mean ones! D:
personality :
A kinder sort of naga, though not as friendly as some, Syem prefers to keep himself and his little family far away from other people and any drama that may arise as a result of them. The violent ways of other naga and the suspicious ways of the four-leggers drove him to such an isolationist viewpoint, but has done little else to the sensitive male. Though usually calm and willing to talk through any kind of conflict (a good contrast to his razor-tongued mate), he's known to fret over his own children and grandchildren, as well as the spawn of others', with all the enthusiasm of an expectant mother.
The love he has for his children would be considered overprotective by most, and he can rarely stand letting them leave his sight without a full explanation of where they're going and for how long they'll be gone. The protective instinct in him comes out rarely, but is a strong shield against the foes of the world, and is a common sight when he runs into other naga, especially in the case that his mate or children are anywhere in the vicinity. Syem speaks with a lisp, to his own endless frustration, and will sometimes get himself in an irritated state from stumbling over words alone. Since his daughters have grown up and left the nest, Wateni is yet again the object of his endless affection, spoiled as much as he grew accustomed to spoiling his family as a whole.
history :
Syem was abandoned as an egg and, as such, there is no real evidence of his parents, or anyone who might happen to be one of his parents. He was found and adopted by Mia and Gulzar before he hatched, and made fast friends with his cousin, Dionysus before even meeting any of his other siblings.
One of the most definitive things about this naga, in specific, is the fact that rather than holding out his S's, he lisps them. There's only been one time in his life where this has actually made a difference -besides the difficulties he has pronouncing his name- which was when Wateni pointed out his odd way of speaking, and decided that they needed to find other naga who spoke the same way, to find out why they did so.
He found Jaione when just traveling around one day, and helped her get some things to eat. Thanks to the cattaur, he also met Luke and Vesna, who'd wandered into the adult cattaur earlier that very same day. Vesna and Jai made friends quickly, and Syem and Luke seem to get along all right as they are.
He met Wateni in the forest, and she taught him how dance... sort of. It was a strange situation that ended even more strangely. They fell in love over time, and the selfless boy doesn't quite understand his selfish mate, but he doesn't mind. He loves spoiling and taking care of her, and now that his children are grown up, he never wants to have to spend a moment away from her.
Syem ❤ Wateni: Through a strange twist of fate did this sour watermelon naga and the lisping caretaker find each other. Wateni taught him to dance and was charmed by nothing more than his sweet, naive demeanor, until they slowly fell into their heated romance. Their love has created three lovely daughters who each take after their parents in a unique way.
wanted plots :
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theme song :
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possessions :
Charms; one for each immediate family member (In order: Jaione, Wateni, Winter, Tilara, Isobel)
interesting facts :
Considers himself a pacifist, and would more likely get the crap kicked out of him than throw a punch, unless his family was at risk.
notes :
I won Syem as a semi-custom from the Advertising Contest for the 3rd Birthday Bash. ♥
Sweetness, people who can cook, water magic, learning, painting, fire, storms, bright colours, exploring, taking trips, older men, meeting new people, helping others.
dislikes :
Deer meat, the same meal every night, flirts, arrogance, laziness, doing chores, feeling stagnant or trapped.
talents :
Electrical magic, survival.
fears :
Large flying things, deep/lightless caves.
personality :
Jaione has matured quite a bit since she was a child. She's no longer as shy around people as she once was, and can show her emotions easily to people that she likes, rather than being so awkwardly flirty around them. Her magical talent has gone from surprising to astounding; her early grasp of it has emerged into a mastery of a single element and a slight talent for all the others, besides water. She's still happy and playful, but more feminine than she was previously.
Since the birth of her children, Jaione has gained a new-found respect for adults wanting quiet or private time. Every chance she gets, she'll be found alone with Luke, or will drag him out for a night on the town. She's rarely ever upset and the times she are usually are centered around the idea of her children growing up and leaving. Otherwise, she is a very happy cattaur.
history :
Jaione was abandoned when she was very young, and thus has been raised independently for much of her life. Syem found her mewling at the base of an apple tree, and earned her trust after he fed her. She assumed she would leave soon-after, but once the two met Vesna and Luke, any idea of leaving left her immediately. She, understandably, prefers the cattaur over the others in their little group of 'taur, but is satisfied with staying with Syem. As a child, she discovered her talent for magic, which resided in electricity that she generated through the air. She can do quite a few different little tricks with it, and enjoys playing with other things that conduct electricity, such as water. She has quite the crush on her best friend's adopted father, Luke, however, which could lead to some trouble.
As a teenager, Jaione left to a small magic school in the mountains of the forest, where she would hone her abilities until she was a decent ways into adulthood. After that, she came home with magic tenfold the powers she'd had upon leaving. Now, she's a master over electricity, and has a minimal grasp of many other kinds of magic, except water, which she left to Luke.
However, this was an unsatisfactory thing to leave be to the male cattaur. As such, he took it upon himself to train her in the ways of water magic, even just mildly so. It was shortly after returning home that Jaione found herself wrapped up in that same crush's arms. Pity that it made her best friend so uncomfortable, but as long as all of the are happy, the waters seem to be at ease.
Jaione ❤ Luke: She could never say what it was that charmed her so very much about her best friend's father, but whatever it was couldn't be denied. When Jaione returned from school, she'd found Luke, and discovered that another woman had claimed him as her own. Unable to stand her envy, the young woman made her feelings known, and Luke has been her's since that day. Their romance has produced two offspring; a young man and a young woman.
wanted plots :
I want her and luke to go on a journey. = 3= Have her wanderlust uproot their comfortable live and his old bones. Some kind of Peace Corps-esque thing, I think; having them go around helping down-and-out 'taur in bad places and exploring and stuff. Exciting journeys.
theme song :
I Will Always Return (Finale) by Bryan Adams
I hear the wind call my name The sound that leads me home again It sparks up the fire - a flame that still burns To you I will always return
I know the road is long but where you are is home Wherever you stay - I'll find the way I'll run like the river, I'll follow the sun I'll fly like an eagle to where I belong
I can't stand the distance - I can't dream alone I can't wait to see you - Yes I'm on my way home
Now I know it's true My every road leads to you And in the hour of darkness Your light gets me through
You run like the river - you shine like the sun You fly like an eagle You are the one I've seen every sunset And with all that I've learned Oh, it's to you I will always, always return
possessions :
-
interesting facts :
Her skin is sparkly -- much in the fashion of Twilight vampires though, I assure you dear reader, she has nothing to do with them.
notes :
Jaione came from Autumn Event '08. I didn't think that I would get anyone from the flat, but look at me bein' wrong! She got a Halloween paintjob one year, but I lost it.
Dominance, aggression, taunting, organizing events, making people happy, serving others, relaxing, children, affection.
dislikes :
Shyness, ignorance, being ignored, being belittled.
talents :
Gardening, cooking.
fears :
Being mute, being feared, death.
personality :
She's sweet, at least, as sweet as she can be. She can't talk, and, as such, has poor social skills and trouble interacting with other people a lot. She likes throwing events for other people, even if no one ends up showing up. One of her favourite things to do is paint bats to resemble other people, though this can result in many different reactions, some of which aren't exactly good.
Generally, Vexus is less wary than she should be about trusting other people. Any person to show her a kind touch or promise her a positive... anything, really, she would trust to do whatever they wanted, or have her do whatever they wanted her for. She's never been one to argue anything, especially considering her lack of speech. She's very placid and easily manipulated; I'm sure this won't help her in the future...
history :
From childhood, Vexus hasn't been your... 'average' naga. She's always been too kind or too sociable. Then there's another problem: everyone's under the impression that something's wrong with her, given she's been mute since birth. That was when her parents shunned her - as a hatchling, she never said her first words. Then, even as a child, not a word left her mouth. So, they left her in the small citadel she'd been born near to fend for herself. Considered the low-end of naga society, she was treated like dirt by almost every naga she ever met, and when she was old enough to fend for herself, she left. Now, she's more-or-less alone, living a solitary life and helping people whenever the chance arises. If only it did so more...
Someone to get her out of her shell. Interested in the possibility of poking at her sexuality, seeing if there are any females who are curious to introduce her to alternate sexualities, something that... might be good for her, given she feels like her purpose, as far as men are concerned, is to be an object.
theme song :
Luka by Suzanne Vega
My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's because I'm clumsy I try not to talk too loud Maybe it's because I'm crazy I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry After that you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay I walked into the door again Well, if you ask that's what I'll say And it's not your business anyway I guess I'd like to be alone With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am [X3]
My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was
And they only hit until you cry After that, you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore
possessions :
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interesting facts :
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notes :
Bought her in a mini-auction at the CI Autumn 08 Event!
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