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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 11:57 am
Username: Belloblossom
Basket Name: Dyana
Name Meaning: It's an Irish name which translates to: Dark Beauty
Personality + Blurb: Temper: Innovative
Dyana has inherited her mother's artistic abilities and her father's skepticism. The result is that now, Dyana is always thinking about new ways to improve her mother's art. She has yet to find out what sort of art medium catches her fancy, and until she figures it out, she'll always be "Mommy's Little Critic."
While she most often she argues against her mother about her color choice for a sculpture, sometimes this filly will go so far as to tinker with the sculpture itself, until Dyana is pleased with its new look. Ara says that she doesn't mind Dyana's help, but more often than not, she makes Dyana leave her when she's working, and go find materials to gather. Maybe Ara has mixed feelings about Dyana helping her better her sculptures after all.
When Dyana isn't helping her mother "enhance" her sculptures, the creative filly is out looking for her own materials. She never goes very far from her family, as she isn't the most courageous foal in the world, but she always goes a little further every day.
Prompt #: 3
Prompt Reply:
Dyana hadn't meant to break one of her mother's sculpture. She had only meant to help improve it. It was a piece where the base was made out of mud and sand, and then there were some shells and well-placed red crystals and stones dotting the top. Her mother had called it a... a... a volcano. The top was meant to be something called lava, but how Ara knew this, Dyana didn't know. She'd never heard of a volcano from anyone before, but she suspected that even if volcanoes weren't real, they were real to her mother, and that was exciting!
Well, Dyana had thought that volcano of her mother's would look so much better with feathers draped around the edges! Her mother had lots of feathers, but Dyana never asked to use her materials when she could go find her own.
Anyway, long story short, Dyana had snuck up on Gabriel when he was taking a nap, and tried to swipe a few of his feathers for Ara's sculpture. She managed to get three before Gabriel woke up and squawked at her. She ran off and without looking where she was going, ended up running headlong into the volcano-sculpture that her mother had made!
"I said I was sorry, Mama!" She said, again and again to her mother, but she had a feeling her apologies were falling on deaf ears. She'd never seen her mother this distressed. She'd seen her angry, when she and her father got into arguments, but this was something new. "Mama, I'm-"
"Why don't you go looking for new materials, Dyana?" Her mother said suddenly, and looked up at Dyana with shining eyes. Were they from tears? No... Oh! That was a look of inspiration in her mother's eyes! "I had been thinking this volcano of mine just wasn't looking as good as it could. I'll rearrange these mud clots, and you can go find whatever is available to you, alright? Trot along, Dyana!" Her mother said enthusiastically.
"Okay, Mama!" Replied Dyana happily. She kicked the three of Gabriel's feathers towards what would become one of Dyana's personal material stashes, and then she trotted off, looking for the newest and most fantastical materials she could find for the re-creation of the sculpture.
Future RP Ideas: Art All Over - When she's older, Dyana would very much enjoy traveling far and wide to meet other artists and learn about new ways to improve her own artwork. Of course, when her travels are done, she'll come running home to Ara to talk about all the things she'd seen.
A Medium of My Own - Dyana goes off again to do some soul searching and find a medium of her own. Whichever art style she chooses to pursue, will become her profession of choice.
Model For Me! - Dyana is trying to draw inspiration from the Soquili she interacts with on a daily basis, so she manages to rope her family members into being her artistic models. Silliness ensues.
A Day With Dad - Dyana often hangs around her mother, who shares her artistic spirit, but this doesn't mean she doesn't love her father just as much! She decides to spend a day with Zach, whether they have a planned engagement, or not. She'd be just as happy to follow him around everywhere for a day!
Foal Games - Generic family bonding between Dyana's siblings, the ones her own age, as well as her older brother and sister! Could range from a classic game of "Tag" to an art material scavenger hunt.
Other: Thanks for opening up this chance for someone to join your family! I wish the best of luck to all!
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 4:33 pm
Username: xXToxicIllusionsXx
Basket Name: Brayleigh
Name Meaning: Its means "Ray of Hope"
Personality + Blurb: Temper: Composed
Brayleigh was a quiet mare, rolled in silence. It was hard to understand what she was thinking, and even harder to get many emotions out of her. She was calm in almost any situation. Still, there was one feeling she expressed all to well, and that was the love for her family. Though so mix matched they may be, they were hers.
She often kept to herself, coming off as distant until she got to know you. She was strong willed, determined, and almost brave, as if nothing could be as frightening as things she had seen in her short life.
She was the last to fight, and the last to run when danger proved to strong. If she entered the fight she would stay until she died, or she was drug away. More so when her family was involved. She was almost blood thirsty, as if when hitting that point she entered a pure calm calculated rage, after only one thing, blood, flesh to feast on her enemy and take them into her to make her stronger.
Prompt #: Prompt #2
Prompt Reply:
Brayleigh found herself dashing through the darkened forest. Her legs pumping as hard as they would go, terror on her face. She had never ran this fast in her life, her destination, back home where her mother and siblings were waiting under the clear night stars. She could feel her pulse in her throat, fear pulling at every strand in her body. What had scared the child so much? Well, this was her story.
Brayleigh listened to her mother and father talk instead of paying attention to her siblings as they asked to play. Father was excusing himself, where was he going? She had wondered maybe he was heading off to do something special for her and he others, he never did anyway, but she had to wonder. As her brother lay stretched over her chewing on her ear she wined. "Why are you doing this to me? Morrigan was the one who started it not me." She was lying through her teeth, but it got her brother off her and distracted long enough for her to crawl away and finally stand.
As the two fought their mother became distracted as well, leaving Brayleigh free to sneak off after her father. She was quiet, and a little ways behind her father. She was following his scent and tracks as she made her way through the forest. She was attuned to darkness. The night being her favorite time of day. Something about the blue eery glow the moon gave everything seemed to call to her little heart.
The night was filled with silence, even the bugs made no sound. This was a little alarming to the child. She had never heard it so quiet. It was like the silence before death, the darkness of being trapped in your own mind. She had to bright some leaves along the ground to add some sound to make sure she had not gone deft. the leaves made a slight crunch and shuffle and she released a breath she did not know she was holding. Good, she could hear.
What Brayleigh heard next though made her wish she was deft. It was a screeching cry if pain and agony that was quickly silenced. At this point Brayleigh's legs were knocking at the knees but she pushed on. The sound came from where her father had gone. Could he still be there? It was not him crying out, no her father was to brave and strong to cry out, that was for the weak.
As the darkness spread, given light through a clearing of branches Brayleigh's face went white, as if all color was drawn from it. Before her was her father, feasting on what once was a living thing. She was still way to young to understand. What scared her the most was the mouth watering desire to join him. The fear was spreading through her entire body. She was unable to move, like a deer in the headlights she just stood there in the shadowed darkness of the tree line.
The next thing she knew she was dodging trees, almost tripping over herself to run back to her mother. She was to disgusted and afraid to even think clearly at this point. the silence was shattered by her hooves beating at the ground. It was now that she wished she could fly. Those wings hung to her body as not to smash into a tree in her fleet for home.
When she returned home, she found herself unable to speak, unsure of what to say, as if words had been ripped from her lips. The terror was so shaking that she just silently curled up on her own, to afraid to lay with her family. What if they too ate flesh, would they eat her, would her father eat her? If she had the craving they surely did too. So much ran though her head, but so little from her lips.
Future RP Ideas:
~What real fear is: I would love to roleplay the prompt out. To make something scare her so bad that she stops speaking. Something that would take the very core of her voice away.
~Silence that kills: Her first hunt, first feasting on flesh. The hunger proves to much and she gives in, after already seeing the act to do it herself proves much easier. In this she enters her first rage for blood and flesh and starts to understand what monster lies inside herself
~What words do not say: I would love to find her a foal friend, someone she can play with, and come to trust like family. Someone who can look past the point she refuses to speak, or rather can't. Someone who can learn to love her even at her worst, and would hunt with her, even if they do not hunger like she does.
~If I speak, will you listen: I would love for the friend from the above to be the first and only one to hear her from the point she stops talking. Maybe only a few short words, something to start breaking her from her shell.
Not to mention lots of family roleplay. So many possibilities that can come. It will be a challenge to play a soq that does not speak, but at the same time I think it would be a thrill on both ends to experience this.
Other: Thank you for giving us a chance to be a part of this family. They are truly amazing. <3
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 10:57 am
Username: cyhorse
Basket Name: Discordia
Name Meaning: Strife, The name of a war-goddess
Personality + Blurb: Temper: Conflicted
Discordia loves art, but her art often has a dark twist to it. She uses bones, blood, spiderwebs, and other darker things are often the subjects of her art. More often than not, her art revolves around spiderwebs. Dis loves the way they look and attempts to mimic the way they appear in her art. When it comes to her art, Discordia is fairly protective and is likely to argue with anyone that speaks poorly about it.
Although she is often caught up in her art, when angered Dis has a temper like her father and will do whatever it takes to sabotage her enemy. Like both of her parents, she can hold a grudge if someone stabs her in the back or angers her in any way.
Every few days she gets a craving for blood and when these cravings come along, she can be overwhelmed by the want for blood. She does whatever it takes to distract herself from her cravings and often times it can be seen in her art.
Overall, she will be a very happy mare and a playful little filly.
Prompt #: 2
Prompt Reply:
These strange cravings had been haunting Discordia since the day she sank her teeth into that bunny and had a taste of the crimson liquid that seeped out. In the past couple hours her thoughts had been clouded by her want - no her need to taste the bittersweet liquid once again. It had been a week or two since she bit the bunny and the cravings only came every few days. When the cravings set in, it was all she could think about and right now her need had overwhelmed her.
Shaking her head, Dis noticed her father sneaking away from the family. Perhaps she could distract herself by following him. A prideful grin appeared on her maw at the brilliant idea. Quickly, she took chase after him, but stayed far back enough that he didn't notice her following.
He seemed determined to find something and Discordia had now become truly curious as to what it was. Step after step, she followed him, ducking behind large rocks, trees, and brush in order to stay hidden. Oh how fun this was turning out to be! The thrill caused her blood to pulse quickly as she noticed the determined gleam in his eyes.
Suddenly, his pace slowed and she noticed a change in his posture. Did he find what he was looking for? Discordia watched his every move and decided to mimic his cautious steps. In an instant, he darted off and Discordia paused in shock before chasing after him once again.
The cry of death filled the air, followed by the scent of blood and Discrodia wanted to squeal in fear that it was her father's cry and blood. When she found him once again shock overwhelmed the filly. In front of her father was the carcass of a deer he had killed and was now feeding on. So she wasn't crazy! Her father desired the taste of meat as well. Excitement, relief, and glee took over the filly for a moment.
As the scent overwhelmed her senses, the filly's heart raced and she licked her maw. Slowly, she peeked out from the bush she was hiding in and she eyed the deer. Perhaps her father would be willing to share more than just his wisdom with her...
Future RP Ideas:
The Monster Inside Discordia accidentally bites an animal too hard to where she gets the taste of blood. After the initial taste, she finds herself at random times craving the taste for more blood. Perhaps she hides it from her family until one day she sees her father on one of his hunting trips. This will lead to her questioning him about her cravings.
A Tough Art Lesson Discordia has worked hard on a piece of art, just to have someone (maybe a sibling or just another random foal) to come along and call it ugly. For a short period of time, she loses all interest in art and her mother starts to notice. Her mother explains how not everyone will like her art and Discordia bounces back to creating art.
So You Hate My Art? After the discussion with her mother, Discordia runs into the same soquili (this can be either when she is an adult or a foal). She will duke it out with this other soquili in order to defend her artwork.
Daddy To the Rescue Discordia and a sibling or two find themselves in a bit of trouble. Perhaps they run into a kalona or some other creature looking for a meal. Zacharael comes in and saves his kids. This is about the time that Discordia will find it necessary that she learns how to use weapons to be able to defend herself.
Understanding the Arts Art lessons from mommy are always fun!
Inner Struggles Discordia often fights with the monster inside herself. She wants to be good, but cannot help her strange cravings. This will be a fight with herself and possibly she can run into a soquili similar to her, or find a soquili that pushes her enough that she attacks.
Herd RP Discordia meets others of the Sinclair herd and gains a better understanding of what the herd is all about. Perhaps she will even try for one of the positions in the herd.
(hopefully as her character develops more I can create more plots for her future)
Other: Thank you for this opportunity! I love the story behind the family.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 12:28 pm
Username: .Tortured. .Pumpkin.
Basket Name: Joslyn Claire
Name Meaning: I just like the name, honestly. I chose Claire as a substitute of the Sinclair surname.
Personality + Blurb: Temper: Optimistic
Joslyn is a very conflicted foal. She takes quirks from both of her parents, but in quite an unusual manner.
She does eat meat, on occasion, but she has quite a distaste for killing. Instead, she'll scavenge for newly deceased small animals. If she isn't hungry or doesn't quite feel like meat at the time that she finds a dead critter, she'll hide it, thinking she'll save it for later. She's got corpses littered all around the Kawani lands, and can easily list where each and every one is, where it was found, and whether or not it'd still be safe to eat. When one of her meals spoils, she'll return to it later for its bones, which she nabs up and collects for her mother. Whether or not her mother appreciates the remains, she doesn't know, but she feels that she's contributing nonetheless. She always keeps the skulls for herself, and has quite the collection of them hidden somewhere.
Putting aside her odd obsession with dead things, Joslyn is very sweet and carefree. That is, of course, until you say something that upsets her. At first she'll whine and try to make you take it back. If that doesn't work, she'll demand you apologize. And if that doesn't work? Well, things are bound to get a little bit violent.
Prompt #: 1
Prompt Reply:
Joslyn's brows furrowed at the explanation of her siblings' arrivals. She didn't quite understand. "They came... From a star?" Her ears twitched and she tucked her wings close to her body. "But. You didn't want Gabriel?" She huffed a little bit. "Does that mean you didn't want me either?" The filly's eyes were dull and confused, and she didn't quite grasp what she was being told. "Did I come from a star too, or did I come some other way? And what about Morrigan and Jason? Did we all come from a star?" She grew a little bit excited at the idea. Coming down from the heavens on a shooting star! How magical would that be?! "I don't remember any kind of star, though! Do Gabe and Ayako remember a star? Or do we just not remember because we were still in our baskets?" Her eyes suddenly grew bright and filled with wonder, until the explanation came. Jos huffed and whined a little bit, her discontent obvious. "Well that just isn't fair! I think coming from a star would be waaaaaaaay cooler." She plopped down onto the ground and whined more. "That's okay I guess." The filly allowed her wings to unfold onto the ground, giving a small dead fox the chance to fall from beneath them. "At least I've still got Bartlett."
Future RP Ideas:
Daddy's Girl - Perhaps Jos and Ayako could have a bit of competition for Daddy's attention? Depending on who won, there could be a bit of sibling rivalry there.
That's Not Sanitary - Somebody catches Joslyn digging up one of her dead critters and tries to tell her that it's gross, but Jos will have none of it. Out of spite, she starts devouring the corpse in front them.
What is Love? - Due to her parents' odd connection to one another, Joslyn is horribly confused as to what a family should be. Yes, she understands that they love her and the other children, but she doesn't quite feel like everything there is quite right after hearing stories of their conflicted past. I'd like her to meet another foal who has a family she sees as being "normal."
Other:
Thank you so much for the opportunity! Sorry for the short response, I'm on a time crunch!
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 6:09 pm
Username: Divena
Basket Name: Fashihi
Name Meaning: Artist
Personality + Blurb: Ashihi is Tempermental. She loves beautiful things, and sometimes finds beauty in the oddest things. Of course, her emotions, like the wind, are subject to changing at an instant’s notice. Something that she had thought was beautiful or fun one moment would be hideous and horrible the next. Of course, giving it a few moments could very well swing her back.
Prompt #: 1
Prompt Reply:
When Fashihi first learned about her older sister and brother, it hadn’t quite sunk. She had smiled, and told them that it was wonderful that mom and dad had loved each other so much that they had wished for one another like that. Only later, when she had had a chance to think about the implications of what she was told did she really understand.
If Ayako and Gabriel were born out of spite, what did that mean of Fashihi and her generation? They had been born not because of a wish. Had they been an accident? In a way Ayako and Gabriel had been. Or had the older two been an accident and the younger three intentional? No matter how Fashihi looked at it, her parents did love each other. Now. Sometimes she had to squint to see it, but the love was definitely there. And she felt loved. So…
Was she a mistake? Was she a product of spite and anger like Ayako and Gabriel? And… if she was… did it really matter? She shook her head abruptly, glad that she was thinking over all of this in private. She didn’t want to spread her concerns on to the rest of her family, especially if her brothers and sisters hadn’t thought of all this yet.
Instead, she focused all of her thoughts on the problem at hand. She loved her mother and father, and the rest of her family. She loved them with all her heart. That much she did not doubt. Another fact that was a foundation of her view of the world was the knowledge that one day she wanted to have a love like the one her parents had for each other.
Granted, some days dad seemed to drive mom insane. And dad wasn’t the most patient of people. But from the outside, looking in, mom and dad looked… happy. Their relationship wasn’t boring, and that was what Fashihi wanted for herself. So, did it matter?
No, Fashihi decided. It didn’t matter. She loved her parents and siblings no less because of it. Ayako and Gabriel were special because they were born from wishes, but Fashihi decided that she was special also. She was her mother’s daughter, with her love of art. She was her father’s daughter with her, admittedly, short temper. She was born from them, and that was all that mattered… Right? Right. Of course.
Future RP Ideas: I would actually like to explore the prompts a little more. The idea that her older siblings would be wished for but not second batch would probably cause a bit of a complex with her. Sometimes she’d be fine with it, but sometimes she’d doubt. I’d like to see her constantly searching for her own special nitch with her parents, and with her siblings, because they would all be important to her. I’d also like to explore how she handles her father’s need for meat, and, if she has kalona traits of her own, battling her own desire for it. I image her being a very gentle creature, not really liking to hurt others. Even when she’s lost her temper, she’d rather lash out with words than physically, so the idea of hurting others or consuming flesh would be kind of complicated for her.
Other: I’m not particularly good at coming up with advanced plots, I prefer to collaborate with whoever I’m rping with on the details, but I would like to flesh out her personality more and see how she grows and what she learns from her family. ^_^
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 7:04 pm
Username: Angelique DelaMort
Basket Name: T’rissae
Name Meaning: Blade dancer
Personality + Blurb: Temperament = Withdrawn
T’rissea (T’riss for short) lacks subtlety in social relations and doesn’t really play nice with others. She respects her family well enough, even though her mother’s obsession makes her roll her eyes, and she truly admires her sister Ayako’s way with their father but T’riss knows such things are beyond her. She struggles to carry conversations with others, let alone talk her way out of trouble, however what she lacks in social graces she makes up with physical grace. Her movements are almost poetic: light steps, fluid motion throughout her body, strong, cat like, leaps, and on the occasions when it strikes her, soul felt dance. She is something of a perfectionist when it comes to her movements and wants to have the softest hoof falls, the highest jump, and the surest steps on any terrain. When it comes to dealing with others, she prefers to let her actions speak when her words fail her.
While T’riss can some off as cold, she is not evil and does not seek to deliberately do harm to others. However, that does not mean that she won’t harm someone if she’s provoked. T’riss is happy to eliminate general nuisances from the area if it suits her and she does take a more protective stance towards her family, it’s one of the few ways she can show affections towards them. Ultimately T’riss prefers solitude when she can find it, it’s easier to just not deal with people than to feel so out of place all the time.
Prompt #: 2 - Through your father, you have kalona blood. You follow him one day and witness him feeding. It is not particularly gruesome from an adult perspective, but could be considered so from a foal's. What do you do and/or how do you feel?
Prompt Reply:
T’rissae knew she wasn’t supposed to go. She was supposed to help her siblings gather supplies for their mother. A simple task. It should have been completed quickly. But she had seen her father slipping through the woods, supposedly unnoticed, and felt compelled to follow him. It was easy for her, she had trained her eyes to see the loose rocks, the branches stretching across the path threatening to snap with any misstep. But she was careful and followed him undetected, her curiosity ever growing as she wondered what he could be so secretive about. Her young legs were starting to grow tired before he stopped and studied the ground intently. She almost gave herself away then, failing to stop as soon as her father did – but she recovered quickly and crouched down in the underbrush, trying to remain undetected. T’riss was shocked to see her father soon did the same a few feet beyond her.
They waited there like that for some time. T’riss was starting to get bored when a burst of movement caught her eye. First a small blur of brown flashed out of the corner of her eye and then the greater, darker, movement pouncing on the rabbit. It was only once she saw the red of the blood that she understood what happened. She’d always known that her father had to feed on meat, it was part of his kalona heritage, but she’d never actually seen him feed before today. She observed him silently, and noticed that she didn’t feel any trace of revulsion. She supposed maybe she should have, she had no quarrel with rabbits and at times observed them to help improve her own light-footedness. They were useful little creatures and she wouldn’t kill one out of spitefulness. But this wasn’t a brutal murder or killing for malice. This was food, the killing a natural process, and everyone had to eat. As the wind carried smell from the kill to her nostrils, she felt an unfamiliar pang deep in her stomach and her mouth started to water. After all, his kalona heritage was hers as well. But she knew she wasn’t supposed to be exposed to this part of her nature, at least not yet. So she waited for her father to finish and leave what remained of the rabbit. After he was far enough away, T’riss investigated the kill, noting that most of the meat had been picked clean. She had to give her father credit, he made use of as much of the rabbit as he could. Of course that left her with this unsettled hunger and a rather persistent need to sate it. She sniffed around the carcass trying to find some trace of where the rabbit had come from. It was then that she heard an almost imperceptible noise, a soft squeaking sound. Tilting her head curiously, T’riss cautiously followed the noise through the underbrush until she found a small, narrow hole in the earth. Instinctively she knew what she would find in the hole. Whether her father knew it or not, killing the one rabbit had sentenced the rest of the warren to a slow and painful death. But it didn’t have to be that way. After all, everyone has to eat.
Future RP Ideas:
Family RP would be fantastic! T’riss would like to learn how to hunt and be an especially effective hunter. She may also manage brief conversations about art with her mother once she makes the connection between her dance as art and her mother’s sculpting. T’riss would also do well to spend some time with her siblings, they might be able to help her come out of her shell a little.
Extended family RP – T’riss comes from a mighty family, it would be nice if she had a chance to meet some of those souls
General RP to get T’riss talking – just because she doesn’t like talking doesn’t mean she should completely avoid it.
T’riss meeting pure blood kalonas – interacting with them and attempting to prove herself (it won’t work out so well, but she’d try)
As an adult T’riss may make her excellent hunting skills available for hire if there are pesky creatures about. Hunting suites her need for a solitary existence and some residents trade in items that her mother would love to sculpt with – win-win
Finding a hunting partner or a protégée would be a fun RP – T’riss will hate the company at first, but she might get over it eventually. Besides, it’s good for her to share her skills.
Other:
Thanks for running this contest! I’ve admired these families for a while and am grateful for a chance to RP with them heart
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 8:30 pm
Username: xKOVAKtheWOLFx
Basket Name: Wa'Esperta
Name Meaning: spot of color ' blade
Personality + Blurb: Wa'Esperta is very charismatic, adapted to her father's easiness to get angered. With her part kalona blood, she too, needs flesh every now and then, ranging from days to weeks, though she would prefer to just diet on herbs.She understands that her mother is colorblind, though a large art lover, so she tends to act as a critique, whether good comments, or just telling her mother to just try again. Wa'Esperta tends to be a playful creature, but can get upset quickly if someone bothers her for too long, making her an introverted spirit.
Prompt #: 2 : Through your father, you have kalona blood. You follow him one day and witness him feeding. It is not particularly gruesome from an adult perspective, but could be considered so from a foal's. What do you do and/or how do you feel?
Prompt Reply:
The sight of the deer's flesh being ripped apart was enough for young Esperta to have second thoughts about her strong appetite. Her father was eating another creature, and it was horrifying. She wanted to just cower away and tell her mother what she just saw, but something drawn the filly's attention to continue watching the feast. Being well hidden in the undergrowth, Esperta took a quick sniff of the air, learning the smell of the dead and of blood. It was a smell that she wanted to remember, just in case she had to recall the odor.
She watched with curiosity now, adapted to her father's hunger, as the deer was being cleaned, skeleton beginning to show and all. How much was Zacharael willing to eat? The whole body? The insides of the filly begin to shiver, having the urge to ask her father if she could have a sample or two. If he was eating it, why couldn't she, right? Wanting the reveal herself, the filly froze once her father turned his head around to check the scene. She held her breath, and released it once he resumed his feeding.
Watching for a couple more seconds, Esperta grew impatient, and came out of the undergrowth. "Daddy, what happened to the deer?" she asked, having a slight hint of innocence in her voice.
Future RP Ideas:
- hunting : she'd like to spend more time with her father, pleasing him with their hunts.
- treasure hunting : with her mother having an issue with color, Esperta seeks items of the same color and places them in front of her mother, becoming a scavenger.
- is this love? : Esperta will fall for someone, but doesn't know how to react to the feeling of love, never feeling the feeling before.
- slithery snakes : Esperta, like her parents will go on a quest to find a snake familiar, one who will not mind travelling with her and her family.
Other:good luck guys!<3
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 9:16 pm
Username: Silent Treatments
Basket Name: Ashlyn
Name Meaning: Dream
Personality + Blurb: Dreamer
Ashlyn is pretty childish, she loves to have fun and enjoy herself. She has a very carefree attitude, but she does have a very fiery temper. At times she can act pretty spoiled, but it’s pretty rare for her to act like so. Ashlyn takes after her name, she is a dreamer, you’d often find her staring up at the stars with a blissful happy face, one filled with wonder. Ashlyn loves shinny colorful stones, she has her own collections of smooth polished stones.
Prompt #: #1 Your brother and sister came to be through slightly...odd circumstances. When they first met, your parents got into a huge fight and your mother wished on the wishing star for a way to find your father...so she could throttle him. Instead, she got your brother Gabriel. When he found out, your father decided that turnabout is fair play and wished on the wishing star again and got Ayako. How do you feel when you find out about your siblings origins?
Prompt Reply:
Ashlyn listened alongside Morrigan and Jason with wide eyes as their parents told their own little love story. They told the story of how at first the two had hated each other but had become to love each other. Not after of course an instant that resulted in their older siblings.
Ashlyn loved the story, with all her heart; her eyes were bright like wild fire as she continued to listen to their story. She thought it was so romantic and so heartwarming... To think that even though they had such a bumpy road at the bringing and now everything came to be the way it is today.
Even more interesting, this wishing star! How could her older sister and brother have come from a star? One of those pretty little sparkling shining specks of lights in the sky? She found it so fascinating! To be able to make a wish on a star and to have it made true… so fascinating!
She wondered what caused such an event. Did the star know that mama and papa would be together? Did it know the role it played in their love story? What was it? Who is it? She wondered in her head and gave and look toward the sky even thought it was still day she imagined that she saw the small little stars and wondered about their fate.
She smiled to herself as she looked back forward at her family. She loved her family and was happy the little star helped her parents get together. She loved her older sister and brother; she loved her mother and father. She loved her family and was happy she came to be.
Future RP Ideas:
+ Getting more interest in the stars and the wishes you get from them.
+ Having ups and downs with other Soquillis, maybe getting her heart broken?
+ Perhaps finding a love, or maybe secretly stalk someone figuring out what love is, and her part in it.
+ Learning about her Kalona heritage; and if needed how to control the part of her who wants to consume meat and blood. Maybe she has an accident where she gets her frist taste of blood, and her freaking out about it.
+ Learning of how to be apart of a herd.
+ Maybe making crafts with her mother.
+ Maybe her being fascinated with how her siblings coming to be.
+ Hanging out with her older siblings, maybe even coming to idolize her older sister
+ Being a daddy’s/mommy’s girl as a foal.
+ Of course Family bonding >w<
Other: I am still somewhat new with the world of Soquillis (and playing/roleplaying with them) but I’m very willing to learn and plunge into the world. : 3 I’ve been secretly stalking >W < but never had the courage to actually step in to it. And I LOVE family rp (and being apart of a family group) : 3 Also, thank you for the opportunity to get a wonderful basket >w <
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 11:35 am
Username: Cajmera
Basket Name: Madigan
Name Meaning: It means mastiff, in a nod towards her aggressive focus and defense of her interests, but I mostly like how it sounds with the sister being Morrigan ^^;
Personality + Blurb: Standard temper (for cert): Manic. Madigan is a filly who doesn't know the meaning of 'rest.' From her earliest days out of the basket, she has been driven by the desire to be, to do, to know, to CREATE! Nothing is unimportant to her; everything is a matter of life or death, and whatever has grabbed her focus will remain the object of that focus until she's literally passed out. From her mother, she inherited the desire to create; however, she is unable to step back from anything she is working on until she, and she alone, is satisfied it's done. With her manic, energetic nature comes a fiery temper; any attempt to dislodge her from the object of her current attention will cause her to lash out aggressively with hoof and teeth. However, if left to her own devices she is a pleasant, if highly energized, creature.
Prompt #4: Madigan has always been obsessive when it comes to her interests, and can be very protective of her crafting in particular. However, it can be hard to work when you're not left alone...
Prompt Reply: "No, no, no NOOOOOOO!" Her eyes blazing and her teeth, bared, Madigan threw herself upward, little wings fluttering. "You can't touch it, it's mine, you'll ruin it!" Breathing heavily, she dropped back to the ground, but her baleful gaze was still fixed on the hated creature that dared mess with her work: a gently drifting monarch butterfly.
Yes, a butterfly, a dainty, diminutive butterfly. But small or not, it was touching her work; it kept coming back, and touching her work! She had warned it; she had warned it if it kept coming back she would deal with it, that it wouldn't be left alone to touch things and leave marks and throw off the balance of her artful arrangement of sticks and bark strips. When it was done, it was going to be called 'forest,' but that was only if if was finished. Every piece of wood had to be carefully arranged and balanced, otherwise the whole thing would come tumbling down. All it would take was one butterfly, and that would be the end of 'forest.'
Crouching down low, Madigan watched the butterfly once again make its lazy way back down. Stupid thing; she had warned it, she had warned it! And here it was again, learning nothing, interrupting, touching, making her lose focus! She hated losing focus, she would not be losing focus! She would not let a butterfly make her lose focus, not with how important it was to her to finish 'forest.' 'Forest' would be a testament to her skill and prowess, which was wonderful in its own right. It just needed something more...
But first, she had to deal with this interruption. As the butterfly descended further, Madigan drove upwards, teeth snapping. Suddenly, her expression changed from a devilish glare to an ominous smile. As the little filly dropped back down to the ground, she spit out a small, orange wing and turned back to her project with a sweet coo. "Now then, where were we, 'Forest'?"
Future RP Ideas:
-Family rp, particularly with her parents; it would be interesting to see how they each deal with Madigan's obsessed tendencies.
-Art rp: She could meet other 'artistic' Soquili and learn more about other art styles, motivations. With her mother, this could overlap family rp.
-Hunting/stalking rp: With her hyperfocus and extreme energy, she could be a dangerous opponent if she turns out to be a meat eater.
Other: Thank you guys so much for running this contest; it's a sweet way to try and share the wealth!
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 12:27 am
Username: Miss Cherie
Basket Name: Anahera
Name Meaning: 'Angel' in Maori, as a nod toward her heritage on both sides. ... Also, it was rather pretty.
Personality + Blurb: Determined.
Anahera has something to prove. While not actually jealous of her siblings' status as wishing star foals, she does want to firmly establish her place in life. One way or another, she is determined to find her way, to carve out a little niche for herself. Her mother's artistic talents may or may not have translated themselves to her directly, but it's likely that she has a creative bent, herself. Perhaps the future holds a place for Anahera as a storyteller or bard, or perhaps she might well be an artist in due course herself. She wants very badly to prove herself to her parents, and to show that she is worthy of their love and affection. At her core, Anahera is a little bit selfish in her aims, but her heart is in the right place. She wants to make her parents (and her siblings) happy, in part in order to make sure that it's well understood that she doesn't need a star's blessing to do so, but also because she loves them. They're an odd family, at times, but that makes them all the more unique to her, and all the more precious for it.
Prompt #: 1
Prompt Reply:
What did it mean to be sent by the spirits? Chosen by a star that had answered her mother's wish in a most peculiar way? Anahera had not been chosen, but rather was her mother and father child, along with her two brothers. They were not star children. They had not come from the sky on their mother's quest for vengeance. That did not sit well with Anahera, who had noted her parents' tension over what mother considered 'art'. She was too little to truly understand the concept of art, but she knew about stars. Stars were big, and bright, and very, very far away. Stars could bring down brothers and sisters.
That was the strange thing about stars. It had never been entirely clear to the little filly why she hadn't been wished upon a shooting star. Maybe stars could only carry one foal at the time on their wings. For surely they had wings! How could they fly, if not for wings? She had seen them do exactly that, so it must be so. So... so they had been too heavy to carry. Or maybe mother and father hadn't wished hard enough upon the stars this time.
Maybe she, Hera, was not a special star foal. Every fiber of the filly's being repudiated that notion. Did she not have the sparkle and shimmer of a star? Did she not have colors, bright and splendid, and dark and myster... ous? That was the word daddy used, wasn't it? She fluttered her wings, giving a little huff of dismay. Well. She couldn't be a star baby, but she could be her very best, and her very best would surely do anything and everything that Gabriel and Ayako had accomplished!
All they'd done was... was...
What had they done, anyway?
In the little clearing where Anahera had sought out the star, there were plenty of places to play, and places to think. Right now, she needed a thinking spot, so she walked over to a place on the grass that seemed more bare than any other, stomping her hooves to make it all the more smooth. Maybe if she got it just right, she'd be able to come up with an answer.
Finally, it came to her. It was so simple that she couldn't believe that she hadn't thought of it before! Gabriel and Ayako made mom and dad happy. Well! That settled it! She could make everyone happy, too. Only... only it didn't seem that simple, did it? Maybe if she learned how to paint, or how to... to be a Sinclair, she could make her parents happy. Maybe if she did it all, she'd make them proud. And maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't have to be a star child after all. Baskets were baskets, and she knew for a fact that she had come out of one.
Future RP Ideas: I would be interested to see where this path takes her. Certainly, she is not capable of being everything all at once. One day, Hera's going to have to pick her battles, and decide what she wants to be.
- She might discover that her true calling has nothing to do with either of her parents' backgrounds or talents. At that point, does she panic, or does she learn to move beyond simply trying to mold herself in order to impress or please others?
- It is almost inevitable that her attempts to diversify so much will lead to burnout. How will she cope with that? Who will help her along the way? Maybe she'll seek the guidance of one of her parents, or find refuge with one of her sibs.
- What other ways can Anahera help out her parents, or her siblings? Could she possibly replace her efforts with something that might potentially be more rewarding in the long run?
- Family role-play, in general, would be awesome.
Other: As I said, family RP would be awesome! It's so rare for me to come across folks who do want to role-play families consistently. I would love to be a part of yours. That said, thank you for the opportunity all the same!
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 4:38 am
Username: Nyx Queen of Darkness
Basket Name: Ishmaela
Name Meaning: My own version of the male name Ishmael. Believed to be the father of Islam, and the outsider who narrates Moby d**k. The name means "God listens"
Personality + Blurb: Temper: Vengeful
Ishmaela can best be described as strange. Her siblings have sharpened blades as their weapons, but she wields a much deadlier blade--her mind. She loves to collect herbs and is interested particularly in the uses of atropa belladonna from the family of Solanaceae. She hoards away packs of leaves and plants she's collected.
Her natural demeanor appears to be sweet (perhaps even sickly sweet), but she hides a vindictive nature. She lives by the concept that revenge is a sweet dish, served when it's least expected. Any slight against her family or herself will be dealt with swifly and silently. Family is paramount.
Prompt #: 1 and 2
Prompt Reply:
She had learned how her older siblings had come about out of vindictiveness and spite. It did not surprise her in the least. It seemed a perfectly reasonable explanation for having older siblings, especially given the nature of her mother and father. Often she looked at them and aspired to have love like theirs. For wasn't love spiteful and angry? Was it not all passion and torture? They were the guiding light to what she wanted and one day she would love like that. Love was a storm to be weathered and her parents were surviving it well.
Lately, something deep inside of her felt hollow. Her insides felt as though they were never filled and as if nothing would ever satisfy her. She felt as though something was eating away at her, making her hungry all the time.
After another unfilling meal, she saw her father head into the woods. Curiousity overtook her and she followed him. His footsteps were quick and sure, and his blade was blinding in how fast it was. She could hear the crunch of bones as her father bit into the small creatures neck.
She could smell the pleasant aroma from where she stood. Her heart beat wildly as she moved forward. For the first time, she realized she wasn't hungry--she was thirsty. Bloodlust, whatever you called it.
She paid no attention to her father or any look he gave her as she bit into the dropped carcass. Ishmaela sucked hard on the small creature and she could taste the pleasant taste of blood.
And for the first time, she wasn't hungry anymore.
Future RP Ideas:
Just a Pretty Little Flower: Someone threatens one of her siblings, and Ishmaela deals with it quickly by giving the one who threatened her family a flower that makes them sick. She accomplishes the whole thing through sweetness and smiling.
Once Your In, You're In: Ishmaela finally meets her great-great grandfathe Vincento Sinclair. She is enthralled by him and wishes to learn as much from him as she can. During this plot, she realizes that her personality and demeanor are inherited from her ancestors and she becomes even more prideful in her family.
Widower?: In this plot, Ishmaela deals with an unwanted suitor in the only way she knows how--with sweetness and poison.
What can I do?-- For the first time, Ishmaela is confronted with a problem she can't fix and comes to realize that she isn't as powerful as she thought.
Other: I'd love to get in on this. She's wicked, but not unredeemable. Family is paramount. I could see a lot of plots of her wanting to get closer to Vincento so that he would teach her all he knows. I'd also like to have some big failed love plot that leaves her pregnant and realizing that not all love winds up like her parent's.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 6:19 am
Username: musicaloner7
Basket Name: Maxima Sinclair
Name Meaning: Greatest, in Ancient Roman
Personality + Blurb: Self-conscious
A single look at Maxima's features, and the expression she commonly wears, one can easily call her Zacharael's daughter. Usually dawned with a rather stand-offish look on her face, and a mild glare typically paired, it's not surprising that many feel a bit uneasy to approach the filly. However, what is surprising to most, is how insecure the young miss really is. With how tough, and 'confident' she presents herself, not many would guess Max to really be so tender and fragile inside. This is something she hides with a great intensity.
Since she could remember, Maxima has always had a strong competitive drive, tainted with the poison that is jealousy and envy. Very often, with almost everyone she meets, Max finds her gut curling with the infliction of jealousy, silently cursing their talent, beauty, or any sort of gift they may possess. In truth, Max feels as though her ownself is not up to par, or at the same level as others. This is thanks to how heavily critical she is on herself. Even the smallest of mistakes, or imperfections can cause her to chide internally the 'failure', and often dwell on it for quite a long time. These neurotic tendency's often make her go into ruts of putting in more effort than necessary to improve herself in what ever it may be she feels is lacking. It's very hard to draw her out of these episodes, for her stubbornness, coupled with that competitive drive to be better in anyway. But a bit of positive affirmation can usually pull her from these spells.
As a foal, she will have a tendency to bully other foals she finds herself envious of. While she won't inflict physical harm upon them, she will try to bring them down in order to try and dim their luster. Once she grows up, this immature way of trying to rise up by putting down others will become obsolete. Though... holding grudges will take its place. Finding a fascination in designing art in various mediums with the remains of carcasses, Max won't take kindly to those who insult her work, and will definitely hold them on her 'hit list', so to speak. This goes for anyone for whom she does not approve of, whether it be their demeanor, action, or
Prompt #: 2
Prompt Reply:
Father is so very intriguing...
Since she'd been able to reveal herself from the encasing of her basket, Maxima had nearly straight away been quite taken by her father. That scowl he commonly held on his maw, and the way his lids were halfmast with lack of enthusiasm... not to mention the pure intimidation of his mere demeanor and presence! it was palpable, and drew the filly to him like a bee to pollen. Perhaps it was why she'd started mimicking his habits, or expressions, comfortably wearing a little mild glare of her own more times than not. How she wanted to garner some of that power he held, for her own self! It wasn't uncommon for her to tail after him, with a fair amount of distance between them. After all, she didn't want him to think she was annoying or anything! His approval and praise was heavily desired by the young daughter, who thrived on any attention he paid her way. Keeping close seemed the most sure way to gain such a coveted reinforcement.
Nestled comfortably in the soft, plush grasses of her family's current grazing grounds, Max groomed her multiple wings thoroughly. While cleanliness wasn't something she strived for consistently, presentation was. The chance to gain attention or affirmation from mother or father was too grand a prize to pass up! thus, keeping an impressive appearance, or at least as impressive as one so tiny could be, was something she took into consideration. Fluffing the wings, shuffling, and adjusting them here and there, Max let her maroon orbs flicker about in hopes of spying a parent that may be nearby to notice her good work. That familiar cologne met her nose first, signifying her father. Lowered corners from her lips gave a slight lift at the excitement that fluttered in her stomach, once her eyes were able to confirm what her nose had already informed her of. There, walking with such pride, and confidence, was the stallion she called dad, taking his leave from the area they'd decided to rest in for the day. Max watched curiously, eyes intently locked on him, as he grew farther and farther away. With a small glance over her shoulder, peeking to her fellow basketmates, and mother, the filly carefully hoisted onto her small hooves, and made her quiet escape to pursue after her father. Surely where ever he was off to would hold something of interest!
She stalked after him with a reasonable amount of distance, not wanting him to pick up on her too early and be ordered to return back with the others. Tiptoeing, pausing, and using the vegetation of the wooded forest they were now entering as cover, Maxima fawned from afar over the grandiose of her father. Would she ever be as magnificent as he some day..? A filly could dream. She watched his behavior, which seemed to be unlike what she'd seen before. He was so very alert, which made her keep an even wider berth between the two of them. His eyes were attentive to mostly the ground, his steps each placed with great care and precision as his head lowered in a peculiar manner. What was he doing? Staying still behind some shrubbery from time to time, to keep from rustling too much noise up, Max's ears pricked right up when the large stallion suddenly took off ahead of her. Jumping up with surprise, she quickly cantered after him, though didn't stand a chance in keeping up. At least this way she could move faster without him detecting her as easily! What had caused him to suddenly burst forth like that?
It took awhile for her to catch up to him, her neatly preened wings a bit bedraggled from the hurried running she had to do in order to not lose sight of him entirely. Messily flopping them a few times to get them comfortably seated on her back again, the somewhat winded Max peered through the foliage to the black pelt of her father the best she could. Nosing through some of the greenery, she crept a tiny bit closer for a better look. In doing so, she saw a most intriguing sight. Eyes widening, to perfect circles, the foal witnessed as the strong stallion tore at the fallen body of a wild boar. The vibrant red of fresh blood just touching the fresh air was so vivid and enticing, the bones prickling out and splintered here and there... A sense of awe washed over Max, child-like wonder, as she gazed at such a scene.
A small whiff was caught of the kill, causing an intersting sensation to curdle in her stomach. It... actually smelled rather delicious... Perhaps father wouldn't mind sharing some with her! And maybe... she could grab a few pieces to create a masterpiece! delight was spilling out of her, evident on the rare smile that actually graced her youthful features, making her look more her age. With an eager twitch and flick of her tail, Max strode out to make her presence know to her parent, trotting over to him with another tick added to how amazing she found him to be.
"May I have some, papa?"
Future RP Ideas:
I don't like to make plots before I do rp. But a few rough ideas would be:
- I'd like for her to make a friend who fills her with positive reinforcement. At first she would surely be weary, and untrusting of the praise and compliments, but I feel it'd help her gain some confidence and better grounding for herself.
- A bully would be good for development also, perhaps a rival for her to compete with.
- She likes to make artwork out of remnants of dead things, whether it be bones, furs, skins, etc. I'd love if she could find other artists, possibly who can appreciate her work, so she won't feel so uneasy showing them to others.
- Any family rp would be adored!
Other: Thank you for the opportunity to be apart of this awesome family!
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 12:34 pm
Username: Zaikt
Basket Name: Melaina.
Name Meaning: Ancient Greek form of Melanie - black or dark. Also the name of a nymph in Greek mythology, so that's cool too!
Personality + Blurb:
Hesitant. - Melaina is, above all things, careful. She treads lightly, always walking on eggshells no matter the situation, and doesn't seem to be honestly comfortable anywhere. She doesn't fear much by means of dangers, surprisingly enough--instead, her caution stems from a fear of angering others, or not being up to par with whatever expectations she's placed upon herself. Melaina keeps her head down and her mouth shut, preferring to follow others instead of leading, and is almost excessively harsh on herself. She's built up this ideal that she needs to be just as good as--if not better than--her siblings from the stars, placing them upon high pedestals for their origins. Like her mother, Mela is colorblind, but she still engages in a few minor artistic activities when she's by herself. She shows promise, even if she'll never admit it--that would be prideful and rude of her, and nobody wants that.
Prompt #: 2
Prompt Reply:
Blood flowed freely, as she'd learned by now. All it took was a few quick assaults, and her father had shown her that once again, whether he knew it or not--Melaina had always been sneaky, even if it was unintentional. She'd taken to following along behind him, silently watching from cover in a one-sided game of hide and seek that had her enraptured from the start. Her father was a master at hunting in her eyes, falling upon whatever unfortunate prey he'd seen fit to consume with deadly efficiency and precise skill; she envied him in a way. It must have been nice to be able to let loose like that.
Inured as she was to the hunt, Melaina thought nothing of how others might view their private meals. As far as she was concerned, it was food regardless, and she wasn't about to turn that down--especially not when it was fresh and warm. She waited while Zacharael fed, wings tucked close to her sides in the underbrush so as not to disturb a single twig and give her presence away. Eventually, her father had had his fill and lifted his head, muzzle smeared with dark red that glistened in the light like a small expanse of stars--she'd always found it beautiful in a way, and had tried recreating it in her small projects when she'd felt up to the task, daunting as it were. Soon, he turned and left, and Melaina remained where she was until she was absolutely certain that Zacharael had moved on. She counted to herself in her head, taking slow, even breaths--it wasn't as if she had anything to fear from being discovered, but if she were found, it would ruin a bit of the mystery of the game, as it were. She liked this too much to ruin it.
Coming to the final number, Melaina slowly crept forth from the bushes, still-tiny hooves making faint impressions on the ground as she approached the carcass that was left before her. She stretched her wings to release some of the built-up tension, shrugging it off like leaves. As quietly as ever, she began to pick over the remains, nibbling at the meat she could find.
She'd learned well.
Future RP Ideas:
[ o ] Eventually, Melaina will have to grow out of her shell and see herself for her own worth instead of what she imagines it to be. This will take time and some encouragement, but perhaps she can find a friend to help boost her up enough to where she's not so skittish--alternatively, an enemy to break her down. Preferably the friend, though; she's awfully fragile.
[ o ] Beyond that, maybe she can continue her art, learning new techniques and methods that she'll perfect over time. Having something that she can say that she made herself would be good for her, as giving her something to oblige herself a bit of pride over would give her a bit more confidence.
[ o ] Mela is somewhat of a carnivore like her father, and she doesn't think it's odd at all. Others might! If she runs into another soquili while she's having her dinner, there's a few different ways that interaction could go, and all of them would be interesting. Maybe she's interrupted by another meat-eater, or maybe somebody who's totally against carnivores?
Other: Thanks for the opportunity! ; u;/
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 3:42 pm
Username: Mahogany Sunset Basket Name: Arcadia Sinclair Name Meaning: "Arcadia" is a term for a utopia, an unspoiled wilderness. Personality + Blurb: Temper - Untouchable. A minimalist, Arcadia is very strict and serious when it comes to her art, to the point of obsessiveness, and this bleeds into her everyday life - when she collects materials, she takes things that will leave the smallest mark on the environment. When she plays, she hates to tear up the grass, knock over stones... She isn't be the best playmate, especially since she doesn't like to be touched. Hypersensitive to feelings on her skin, even more so than a normal horse, Arcadia is very aware of the effects that touch can have on a person, and she uses this in her artwork. All of her pieces use a lot of negative space, usually with a single focal point, distant from everything around it, which is the way she often feels: like she is a piece removed from play, all because touch is unpleasant to her. Arcadia's pieces often both comfort and unnerve her, because she relates to them and, at the same time, every time she compulsively makes one, she is faced with the horrible reality of how she lives her life.
While not physically close to her family, Arcadia loves them so dearly that it hurts sometimes that she can't really be with them. Because she is so distant physically, she is very attached to them emotionally. She wants to know everything that has been going on with them all the time, wants to know them the way others can't, wants to understand them and love them for exactly who they are. This will not stop her, however, from scolding them for tearing up the ground every once in a while - she knows, after all, the impact that touch can have on anything, a well-meaning touch, a thoughtless one, or otherwise. She will likely be a mother hen. There will be some things that she knows that she cannot stop, though... Like her father's needs.
Having had this mixed blessing, this sensitivity to touch, since she was in her basket, Arcadia does not do well in small spaces or places where she's surrounded on all sides. In her basket, she was in almost constant pain from every direction where she was lying on the floor of it, and as she grew, it became even more cramped. As such, she is claustrophobic. She's not really a fan of forests, either, because there are so many things in them that could get her when she's not looking - a branch here, a tree trunk there... Her clumsiness doesn't help her affliction. Flying, on the other hand, is one of the few things that relieves the painful side of her hypersensitivity; for some reason, the wind currents don't bother her the way other touches do. But Arcadia's still not all that coordinated with her wings, and when she comes down, she comes down hard - but she still believes that it's worth it.Prompt #: 2 Prompt Reply:
Following around her family members had become a game to Arcadia. Sure, it wasn't the most productive game, and she was sure they would get annoyed with her sooner or later, but she wanted to know what they were doing, where they were going... Everything. So far she'd seen her brother collecting rocks, helped her mother with a project, played some sort of game (very carefully) with her older sister, and watched her parents' snakes watch her watching them.
The last on the list for today was her father.
Toeing her way carefully into the brush where she'd seen him disappear, Arcadia ducked down deep below the branches, far lower than was necessary, but it kept her sensitive skin away from their poking and prodding. The forest here was thick, and it was hard to get through unscathed, but she held her wings as close to her body as she could and got through it with her tiny form. Every once in a while, something poked her neck or her rump and sent burning tingles across her skin, but that was better than bodily crashing through a whole thicket, which she had done before and regretted.
Screams bounced off the trees, and were suddenly cut off.
Arcadia held stalk still, nothing but her ears moving, trying to pinpoint what the sounds had come from, but there was nothing but silence. The scream had been wordless rasping agony, not a sound she thought any of her family could make. Hesitantly, she took a step forward, and her father's white-webbed charcoal rump appeared, half-hidden by the trees he stood behind ahead. Creeping forward, Arcadia placed her hooves carefully; every inch of her skin was alert with the need to be quiet, as if some instinctual part of her was awake for once. And then, as she got close enough to see his face, she saw why: her father had a rabbit clutched in his mouth, and parts of it were still twitching.
Arcadia gasped, probably too loudly, and her feet were taking her backward before she knew what she was doing. Her back end rammed into a tree trunk and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out in pain and surprise and pain shot along her flanks and down her legs. She stood there for a moment, just inches from the tree that had stopped her, frozen as questions and half-intelligible answers ran through her mind. What is he doing? Obviously he'd not been playing with the critter; he had a familiar of his own and it had been in his mouth, blood running between his jaws and smeared into its coat. Was he eating it? That didn't make sense. Soquili ate grass, right?
Something twitched in the corner of her mind. Didn't somebody say...? Some kinds of Soquili didn't eat grass, but needed blood. Or was it meat? Either way, Arcadia was sure her father wasn't one. He was like Mom, right? With wings, an angeni. But then again... The more she thought about it, the more she thought maybe he wasn't all angeni. After all, Tenshi didn't have the same kind of wings as Mom, and they were supposed to have come from Dad, right? And Dad had that tail... Maybe he was one of those Soquili that ate blood. Or drank it? Or ate meat or whatever it was.
Arcadia's tail flicked, uncertain. If he did eat meat, what did that mean? Did that mean that he was evil? She shook her head. "Not evil," she whispered to herself. He was her dad! How could he be evil? He was wonderful. But still, he had to hurt those poor animals. Maybe he couldn't help it. Her brows furrowed. If he couldn't help it, then maybe it wasn't his fault he had to hurt those animals. Maybe he needed meat to survive.
But if he couldn't help it, did that mean that she wouldn't be able to help it? What if she needed to eat meat someday?
Arcadia couldn't fathom it, couldn't imagine hurting another creature on purpose so she could survive. She might really die first. Plus, it would hurt - she'd have to catch whatever it was, running through the trees, and eating grass hurt bad enough already.
With a sigh, she shook her head again. He was her father. And this wasn't his fault. She would just have to ask him about it later.
Future RP Ideas: Painful Awakening: When Arcadia comes out of her basket, she is halfway through a panic attack because of the pain when she awoke and was finally ready to emerge. This will be where she and her parents figure out her hypersensitivity.
Claustrophobia: At first, forests will be the bane of Arcadia's existence. So will caves and canyons and other enclosed environments, because she will be afraid to be trapped in the pain of her basket again. However, she will work through this one environment at a time - after all, if she doesn't go, she'll get left behind. Eventually, her phobia will become just an avoidance of forests and a very disgruntled traveling through them if she must. I would love for her parents to help her work through this.
First Flight: Hugely important - the first sensation that won't leave Arcadia in pain is the wind in her wings and across her skin. It's a soothing coolness to the fire of touch. She won't ever want to come down.
First Landing: Of course, she will eventually have to come down, and her landing will be a spectacular failure, probably a roll or a collapse or something that will be immensely painful. However, this will not stop her from flying - but the wing strain she gains will, at least for a couple of days, until she can practice her flying and landings again.
Artwork: The first time that Arcadia helps her mother with her artwork, something about it will feel wrong to her - something about the way she makes it and what it does to the environment, so she will set out to make her own: a rock cairn in the middle of a huge field. It will glare back at her, and she'll love it and be depressed by it at the same time. (Want Ara & Zach's reaction on this! <3 )
No Touchey!: Playing is hard for Arcadia, especially tag - but she will want to play it anyway. Eventually she'll get overstimulated and half to stop and probably explode at her playmates for touching her.
Soothing Sensations: The first one whose touch won't hurt Arcadia is... her snake familiar! Maybe it's the bond between them or the coolness of its scales, but something about it relieves her hypersensitivity.
Snapped: As a young adult, Arcadia gets her first craving for meat. The hunt, the eating, the clean up... All of it horrifies her, and all of her hates herself for it. She might try to talk with Zach about it, or perhaps one of her older Sinclair relatives. Other: Thank you so much for this opportunity and for sharing the love! You have a beautiful couple with a unique love story and I've been RP-stalking them for a long time, so it's so amazing to have this opportunity to try to join in the family. <3
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 3:54 pm
Username: Niyaru Delacroix
Basket Name: Maliha
Name Meaning: Attractive, Beautiful
Personality + Blurb: Proud
As a foal Maliha becomes her father’s shadow due to his daring and spiteful personality. She has a desire to view the world as he does but with her own flare of fearlessness. Zacharael has more of a chance to teach her these things than her mother. As she ages she tries to impress Zacharael by trying to do everything he has taught her perfectly. If she is interrupted she becomes angry and has to start all over with whatever she was doing. She becomes smarter as she enters adolescence, doing things more carefully as to not get caught or make mistakes. As she continues to grow, a sense of strange dark humor develops with a sarcastic note. As an older adult going her own way, she tries to do things proficiently in order to make her father proud. She is more mature, confident and composed; when something does go wrong she isn’t as easily angered as she was in her youth. With control, patience and a streak of fearlessness she considers herself something special. As time goes on however, she continues to grow and realizes that she is missing something. Maliha then seeks out her mother and begins to learn how to do art from her and her way of life. After spending a lot of time with her mother, she develops an optimistic view of the world and greater understanding of her mother than she did before.
Prompt #: #2
Prompt Reply: Maliha had been taking a nap in the warm summer grass but woke when she heard something move. She opened her eyes and saw her father moving away from her. With excitement she jumped up and followed after him through the bushes. She had no idea if he knew if she was following him but she was doing her best to stay on his trail. She started to fall behind as they went over more and more tree roots. Her little body couldn't go over them as fast as her father. She thought she was clear of all the tree roots and took off running trying to catch up but was surprised by a twisted and gnarly root poking out of the ground.
A soft thud echoed through the forest and she looked around to see if she was discovered. Her father was nowhere in sight and she was starting to get disappointed. Ali got up and hurried to catch up but she stopped when she spotted the glint from her father's knife. Without a second thought she hid herself in a bush and got down on her belly. She was struggling to poke her head out just a little so she could see what her father was doing. She missed it all though while she was messing around inside the bush to see. When she finally managed to peek out of the bush there was red stuff everywhere and something was on the ground.
She had to struggle to get herself out of the bush and was making a lot of noise. She was almost positive that by now her father was well aware of her. A heavy sigh of disappointment came from her as she left her bush and made her way over to where he was hovering over what was laying on the ground. "Daddy I want to learn too." She really had no idea what he had just done because she didn't get to see anything. But she did know that it smelled really good and she wanted to try it. It looked familiar, the thing that was lying on the ground but with all the red stuff she couldn't really make out what it was exactly. "Can I try some? It smells really good?" She gave a big smile and then took a big whiff as she stepped even closer to whatever it was. He would let her try some wouldn't he?
Future RP Ideas:
--Lots of rp for personality development
--Family rp
--Rps to determine/discover talents (i.e. adventures, meeting other soq, )
(I don't really come up with set in stone plot rp ideas until after rping with family)
Other: This was a lot of fun and thank you for the opportunity!
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