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 Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 6:49 pm
Strike the iron while it’s hot! Entrant Info & Shop Knowledge Quiz||
►Your SN || Draconicfeline
xxx◘ Do you agree to the following ||
xxxxxx→ To RP this character? [ Yes]
xxxxxx→ To RP this character with everyone involved in the Meta? [ Yes]
xxxxxx→ To work with the owner(s) of the Tribe to maintain this character's position? [ Yes]
xxxxxx→ To allow the staff to replace your character if you go AWOL? [ Yes]
xxxxxx→ To follow the shop's rules? [ Yes]
xxxxxx→ To follow the tribe's rules? [ Yes]
xxx◘ Have you read over the front page, beginner's guide, AND tribe info? || Yes
xxx◘ How often, about, do you think you can rp?|| Couple of hours a week, I slow down on work days though
xxx◘ How can tribe members contact you for rp?|| Pm, AIM, Skype, Gmail in a pinch
xxx◘ Is there anything you are not comfortable rping with this character? || I'm pretty okay with everything, generally, and would work something out otherwise anyway.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ► The Quiz
xxx◘ What is the primary trait of the Fire Tribe and what is it used for? Horns! They are used for heat regulation and can absorb excess heat.
xxx◘ What area(s) can Fire Tribe B’alam not survive in? Cold! Cold icy places screw up their heat regulation and homeostasis, poor darlings.
xxx◘ Can Fire Tribe B’alam actually use fire magic? Only magus can set things on fire.
xxx◘ What is Telekinesis and how to B’alam use it? B'alam can move things with their spirits, though they use their paws to guide it and it tires them out.
xxx◘ Who were this B’alam’s parents and how will you explain their absence? This guy is gen 1 – the great weaver made them without any other inspiration than... whatever inspires the great weaver.
xxx◘ Who is the current Fire Tribe Magus? Well, they up and went away. One went insane and then the other just left. Thats why meta is hitting the fan.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ► The B’alam
xxx◘ Nagy
xxxxxx→ ”Great” in Hungarian||
xxx◘ Personality:
Nagy is a big softy, though it's hard to tell under the rough, gruff, exterior. Though he may growl and snap, he hates the idea of violence and would never willingly hurt another B'alam. Sure, if his life (or the life of someone he cared about) depended on it, he would fight – he isn't a coward – but that is the level of duress required to get him to harm another, and killing them is a whole different beast entirely.
Which makes his love of weaponcrafting somewhat bitterly ironic. He loves crafting with metal, especially crafting blades. He sees them as his art, and creating them is his passion. Every blade he makes is as much his child as any cub he might bear out of a soulbond, and, though he may deny the feeling, he lavishes his love on them. It saddens him that something he sees as so beautiful is used for such horrible ends. It is something he has had to come to terms with in these past few months.
No nonsense, Nagy says what he thinks, and not always in the most pleasant tone of voice. It is as if he doesn't care who he is speaking to, and indeed rank means nothing to him in this respect – if he has a problem, he will say it straight out. If he feels strongly about something, he will mention it. When he doesn't want to say something, he'll say he doesn't want to say it. Sometimes, this gets him into arguments or fights, but, for those who know him well, they know that even as he is telling them that they are a shodding idiot, he is also going to be there for them no matter what.
Nagy's respect is hard won, and hard lost, and he is solidly loyal to those he respects. He is very clear about his role in their lives, however. He is a metal crafter, specializing in blades, and despite the hits to his resolve, he doesn't see that changing anytime soon. He is what he is, and if someone has a problem with it, they will just have to deal with it. Even himself. Asking him to be a soldier, a husband, or a bodyguard is a problem – these things are just not who he is.
xxx◘ History:
From the moment of his first woven breath, Nagy was fascinated by metal. It was an incredible act of transmutation – ore to molten metal to something solid and real – and it was beautiful. As he watched Forge work on occasion, Forge recognized the spark of inspiration in the young B'alam and decided to take Nagy under his metaphorical wings.
If Nagy hadn't been in love with metalcraft before, then his training with Forge was when it happened. He saw metalcraft as an art, a crafting of things of beauty. That they had purpose was secondary in Nagy's mind – the act of creating something amazing and appreciated by others came first to Nagy. He was filled with pride for his work and for his Master's, and despite his gruff and growly demeanor, he was happy.
Bladecraft, in particular, took his fascination. There was a trick to getting the blades right – their sharpness, their shape, the way that the metal was poured and the way it was pounded... they were art, beautiful and tricky, and Nagy poured long days into perfecting them and their shape. Of course he knew what they were used for – to pierce and cut and kill – but he never thought about that, just about getting them right.
When Shen Lung came onto the scene, however, Nagy was forced to come to terms with that fact – that his art was a deadly one. The idea that a B'alam could turn against another was a horrifying one to Nagy. That they might use one of his blades to kill another B'alam was unthinkable. That that other B'alam could be an innocent, undeserving of having the threads of their life cut away... that was the last straw. His art faltered at the thought of his precious blades being defiled in such a way, of his and his Master's arts being used for such cruel purposes.
His dismay ate at him, but loyalty kept him at Forge's side until he was told to leave, so that his blades would not fall into the wrong paws... into Shen Lung's paws. He gladly left, following his longing for solitude out of the capital and into the wastelands. He needed to think, after all, on just what his art and passion truly meant... and to come to terms with it...
xxx◘ Plot Plans: I hope to see him take in cubs as apprentices. I don't think he will find a soulmate, but I feel like he would feel that cubs he took in were as his own. I'm hoping for him to be a major, honest, voice of reason in the new tribe order: the wry grump that says what he thinks to whoever he wants to say it to without much care about things like diplomacy. I also want him to be involved in arming the tribe.
In general, though, I just want to see what will happen with him, how he grows and changes because of the war and where he ends up next.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ► The Prompt Prompt By some stroke of good fortune or divine intervention, the Bladesmith has managed to escape from the borders of Yǒnghéng Zhī Huǒ. He runs, carrying only a few essentials in a satchel strapped to his back, and continues to press forward until his body can take no more. His steps become weighted, heavy, and filled with agony. His lungs ache and his vision soon becomes filled with dark spots. It seems for a time that the world under his paws has turned to liquid and rolls up and down. In short order he is felled by his own exhaustion. Upon waking, a familiar figure stands nearby, his silver helmet set aside as he seems preoccupied with watching something else in the distance. Though the Bladesmith had only seen him from a distance, he knows this imposing Tah to be Volga, the bodyguard of the former Magus. In the distance the object of his attention is attempting to fell his own shadow cast along the face of a tall rock. A cub- perhaps freshly woven. What does the Bladesmith do? How does he feel about having been apparently rescued, or at the very least looked over, by the B'alam who was last to see the Magus? For the purposes of this prompt, you may RP Volga and Feng Huang. This will not be canon- it's simply to assist your prompt if need be!
To craft a weapon was an art, to create was divine. Nagy had never really understood how his art could be used against another B'alam. Of course, he knew the technicalities of how, but it was the heart of the B'alam that could do such a thing that Nagy did not understand.
When Shen arrived, Nagy truly began to learn just how evil a blade could be in the wrong paws, how it could be defiled with the blood of the innocent and used to carve something obscene out of all that he held dear. The Weaver had woven compassion so thoroughly into his being that it was with great discomfort that he stayed with his master, Forge, and with great relief that he fled. Had Forge not told him to run, loyalty would have kept Nagy at his side.
So he ran. The Weaver had also blessed him with strong legs and hardy paws, but even they had their limits. He was far from the capital, now. Perhaps he was, also, out of reach of the Dragon's soldiers. But perhaps not – their reach was long and his craft was valuable to them. They wanted him to forge them weapons, but when they looked at his weapons they did not see art. Only tools of killing and domination. He was valuable to them as a maker of death. They would hunt him and punish him and force him to work his craft for them. He could not risk such a terrible fate, so he continued to run, even as his muscles burned and slumped like molten metal and his head spun with desperate fatigue. He thirsted and hungered, his body crying out it's needs, but he could not stop or rest. He could not... he could not...
But soon enough, he was forced to do just that; his steps slowed, and he collapsed in a heap, barely able to drag himself halfway into shelter before his body took matters into it's own hands and graced him with cool, meaningless unconsciousness.
Waking was slow, but quickened at the cool, mineral smell of water nearby. A bowl of it was near his head, and without thinking he drank from it, slaking the burning, rasping thirst in his throat. Finally, he looked up to see his rescuer standing there, solid and stalwart. His helmet was distinctive, a work of silvered art, and Nagy knew who it was. He got to his aching feet and rumbled a greeting.
Volga turned and looked him over, his hardened eyes giving Nagy a once over before returning to his watch. In the distance a cub – newly woven – battled his own shadow. It would be heart-meltingly sweet, in that way that children were, if it wasn't for something watchful and wary in Volga's stance.
“You wake.” said the exiled bodyguard.
“I do.” Nagy limped towards him, slowed by the pain in his limbs. He had overdone it, to be sure, but he had had to... had he not?
“You know who I am.” It was not a true question. Volga expected it.
“Aye.” said Nagy, “And do you know who I am, or should I introduce myself?” he said, a little wryly.
Volga's mouth twitched. “I do know who you are. You are the apprentice of master Forge.” he said, “Though your name escapes me.”
“Nagy.”
“Ah, yes.” Volga spared him a glance, but soon returned to watching the cub. “I wonder... why are you so far from home, and so far from your master, Nagy?”
Nagy was quiet for a moment, shifting from paw to paw to relieve the ache in them as he judged how much to tell the exile. “Forge stayed. I went. Simple as that.” he said finally. While his craft and specialty was common knowledge, he didn't want to tell just anyone everything. It was not his way, and this was not a time to trust. He had to keep his art safe, after all, and everyone – including this B'alam – was suspect.
“Simple... hmm...” Volga seemed to think about his statement, and accept it. “Tell me, do you agree with Shen Lung? That all who oppose his claims of pride oppose the Weaver? That they should fall to his horns and claws?
Nagy huffed. “I don't.” he admitted, “Listen, I'm grateful to you finding me out here and helping me out, but I've got to keep moving...”
“Actually, I am not the one that found you.” Volga interrupted, “He is.” he gestured to the cub who perked up and began to bound his way over.
“Him? Er, well.” Nagy looked down at the cub. “Thank you.”
“You are very welcome!” The cub's voice was princely, out of place in this wild setting. But Nagy could appreciate the tone – respectful, accepting of his thanks without feeling self important. Inwardly, Nagy smiled – it was a good attitude for a cub to have. This one had been woven well.
“This is Feng Huang.” Volga said, introducing the cub, “And he will be the one to defeat Shen Lung.”
“Come again?” Nagy looked at Volga incredulously.
“Feng Huang will take down the tyrant, and bring our tribe into an era of peace and prosperity.” Volga explained, “It is his fate to do so.”
“What?” Had this B'alam gone mad in the wilds? Would that be Nagy's fate too? To think that a new-woven cub could best an enormous, seasoned warrior? To tell the cub this? What sort of B'alam put that kind of burden on a cub? Who did he think he was, putting such responsibility on a mere cub?! Nagy felt his blood heat like the magma of the pits and he wanted to tell off the silver-helmed B'alam – tell him just what he thought.
“It isn't a hopeless task.” said Volga. That hadn't been Nagy's concern. “I will train him – as will others. He will have an army behind him – an army of those that wish the fire tribe's might to be shown in enlightened culture, not bloodshed.”
“Oh!” Nagy nearly jumped as the cub came close, bright eyes intense on his body, “Oh, Volga, what is that?”
“That, Feng Huang, is a blade.”
Nagy moved his body – and his sheathed sword – a small ways away from the inquisitive cub. “It's a weapon, cub. Not to be played with.”
“A weapon?” The cub was intrigued.
“Yes. A weapon.” said Volga, “When you are in battle, it will serve you better than your teeth and claws as you smite your foes...”
“Ah!” the cub nodded, understanding, “Then I wish to have one... I do want one.” They searched Volga's face, “I will need one, will I not?”
“Yes, you will.”
“I think I'll be on my way, then.” Nagy said, backing away warily. He had been told not to let his art fall into the wrong paws, and he was not liking where this was going.
“Sir bladesmith.” Volga said. The intensity of his gaze pinned Nagy beneath it. “You owe us, do you not, for rescuing you?”
“Maybe I do...”
“Then you should come with us.”
“Why should I do that?” growled the bladesmith, “Again, I'm grateful, but I've got to...”
“I assure you, we would not force you to craft a weapon for us. Not so blindly.” said Volga, “If that is what concerns you. No. I would not compromise your morals like that. I am aware of why you have left your home.” the cub watched him eagerly, “No.” he said again, “I only ask that you come with us and see for yourself that we... that he... is worthy of your craft.”
“Hmm...” If he ran now, Nagy thought, he might be able to get away. But, with his paws and body feeling the way they were, he was not likely to get very far from the fit and healthy former bodyguard. Or from the cub, for that matter.
“A blade is a weapon. It can be used to kill. To maim. To destroy. Shen Lung uses destruction to feed the blaze of further destruction. But destruction is sometimes necessary. It can be used for good, to help create something new...” Volga considered him for a moment, “Come with us and stay with us – you owe us this much for your life. But you do not have to stay with us. If you judge us unworthy of your weapons, then I will allow you to take your leave of us after a time and after some service to us as recompense... but I do not think that will happen. I think you will see the truth... but I leave that to fate to show it. Do you accept this deal, Blademaster?”
Nagy growled softly to himself. He wasn't being left with much of a choice, but he at least had some say. And the B'alam was respectful about it. “Sounds reasonable.” he said gruffly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 10:34 pm
Strike the iron while it’s hot! Entrant Info & Shop Knowledge Quiz||
►Your SN || -Shady Mooo-
xxx◘ Do you agree to the following ||
xxxxxx→ To RP this character? Yes
xxxxxx→ To RP this character with everyone involved in the Meta? Yes
xxxxxx→ To work with the owner(s) of the Tribe to maintain this character's position? Yes
xxxxxx→ To allow the staff to replace your character if you go AWOL? Yes
xxxxxx→ To follow the shop's rules? Yes
xxxxxx→ To follow the tribe's rules? Yes
xxx◘ Have you read over the front page, beginner's guide, AND tribe info? || yes, I haven’t memorized it, but I read it frequently when rp’ing and plotting, to make sure what I’m plotting is within reason biggrin And over time I’ll remember it all, still sorta new biggrin
xxx◘ How often, about, do you think you can rp?|| I try and pop on every day, my laptop is in my craft room, where I also have a tv and dvd player, my own little space, so whether I’m writing, reading or crafting I’m always in here (except when I’m working during the morning/early afternoon) I’m always online, but I don’t always post. I lurk biggrin
xxx◘ How can tribe members contact you for rp?|| PM, I have the gaia app so messages should go to my phone, skype usually always works, facebook messenger is always good too if they’re comfortable with that.
xxx◘ Is there anything you are not comfortable rping with this character? || When it comes to characters I’m comfortable with anything (within the standards of gaia), in kitsu I had victim characters, and aggressors. I had one character violently attack another, to further a plot to help develop her as a character. I love characters with layers and depth, and I thoroughly enjoy the layering process!
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ► The Quiz
xxx◘ What is the primary trait of the Fire Tribe and what is it used for? they shoot molten from their eyes!! No, not even close, they got a pair of temperature regulators on the top of their head in the form of horns, also store heat for emergencies.
xxx◘ What area(s) can Fire Tribe B’alam not survive in? With the Ice tribe, up North on the map. Water is also not a good idea for residency.
xxx◘ Can Fire Tribe B’alam actually use fire magic? Magus can convert friction to heat, heat to fireball, and with enough practice, patience and skill they can draw friction from a magnitude of sources to direct flames.
xxx◘ What is Telekinesis and how to B’alam use it? Telekenisis is the ability to control and move things with your mind, and the B’alam are gifted with a version of it, allowing them to do things that would require hands. They use their paws to guide the ‘energy’ and they have to focus and concentrate.
xxx◘ Who were this B’alam’s parents and how will you explain their absence? He’s a first generation, to my understanding they poof into existence. (Not poof, the Grand Weaver weaves them into existence. I just like the image of them poofing xD )
xxx◘ Who is the current Fire Tribe Magus? The fire tribe is rudderless, or rather magi-less.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ► The B’alam
xxx◘ What is the B’alam’s name? Jian Hung
xxxxxx→ Name Meaning || Chinese, Jian meaning – man of strength, and Hung meaning – Courageous or Heroic
xxx◘ Personality: Jian Hung has passion for his work,
(Describe the B’alam’s personality. Give some reason as to why they feel this way. Feel free to contact [ Radical Dreamer ] if you feel you need some insight from Forge in order to complete this.)
xxx◘ History:
It can be assumed, for the purposes of this Meta, that this B’alam has spent a lot of time with Forge. He would have learned his trade from this B’alam. How did this B’alam come to be so gifted with swords? How did they develop their morality and outlook? Explore this.
He was unhappy with what he was producing. The swords he was creating were alright, B’alam were pleased with them, but he was not. His armor was satisfactory in his opinion. He knew, he could do better, he felt it deep down that he could do better. And it dawned on him one night when he was sitting by the fire staring at his latest creation in frustration that bordered on hatred for the thing he produced, that he made it, but he didn’t fully know it. He knew how to make them yes, but he didn’t know how to use them.
If you couldn’t use something, how could you possibly make the best something there is?
The answer to his frustration was literally right in front of him this whole time. And so, with that he dedicated his spare time to learning how to use swords, and move in his armor. And he studied hard how to wield them, becoming a formidable swordsman himself.
He now understood why the blade had to be flexible, to absorb shocks without breaking. Not just so it could bend with movement, but so it could bend back and follow through. The weight needed to be balanced so that your sword was an equal extension of yourself, not so it would just sit right in the scabbard. He figured out the armor had to allow for a full range of motion, where your limbs went, so did the pieces have to allow the movement, as well as maintaining a level of protection.
Now when he made swords, he made them with an understanding of what they were used for, he knew because of his experience wielding the sword, what he needed to do when he forged the sword. His passion was swords, and he had found and further ignited his passion and skill.
With his new understandings, came a new awareness of the damage these could do. They were sharper then talons, and they would not fail you and break. You did not need to be the strongest out there to fell a tree, no with his swords almost anyone could do it. And his pieces could protect against anything it went against.
What then would they do to another B’alam? Surely they would be returned to the Weaver before their physical body could even comprehend what had happened. Their death would be painless. In the wrong hands, senseless, but for what It’s worth, painless.
That did not sit well with Jian. He knew he would carry that guilt, even if he did not bring the sword down himself, he would carry the guilt. He made a vow to himself and to his craft, that he would screen who got his swords. He would not equip evil with his swords and armor.
xxx◘ Plot Plans:
I picture Jiang as continuing to make swords and armor, maybe more for decoration if things are calm after the fight. I don't imagine him as going out of his way to find a mate, his passion is pretty strong for creating swords and armor, but it wouldn't be bad if he met someone, passing on his wisdom to little ones. I don't know why but i picture him as being a bit awkward with non weapon things, like social interaction that doesn't involve stabbing.
Ultimitely i want to build him, i want to put him in situation's that aren't his comfort zone, I want to expand his understanding of things. He will end up knowing pain, suffering, fear and loss during the war, I don't want him to get lost in it. Well maybe for a bit, get lost in his memories of the war, retreat into himself and his work, but get pulled out by a friend, or a possible mate, before he goes to far in himself to not come out. I want him to know there's more to life then bad memories and folding steel.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ► The Prompt Prompt By some stroke of good fortune or divine intervention, the Bladesmith has managed to escape from the borders of Yǒnghéng Zhī Huǒ. He runs, carrying only a few essentials in a satchel strapped to his back, and continues to press forward until his body can take no more. His steps become weighted, heavy, and filled with agony. His lungs ache and his vision soon becomes filled with dark spots. It seems for a time that the world under his paws has turned to liquid and rolls up and down. In short order he is felled by his own exhaustion. Upon waking, a familiar figure stands nearby, his silver helmet set aside as he seems preoccupied with watching something else in the distance. Though the Bladesmith had only seen him from a distance, he knows this imposing Tah to be Volga, the bodyguard of the former Magus. In the distance the object of his attention is attempting to fell his own shadow cast along the face of a tall rock. A cub- perhaps freshly woven. What does the Bladesmith do? How does he feel about having been apparently rescued, or at the very least looked over, by the B'alam who was last to see the Magus? For the purposes of this prompt, you may RP Volga and Feng Huang. This will not be canon- it's simply to assist your prompt if need be!
"How did you find me." Jiang asked softly, his voice gruff from his journey thus far.
Volga's ear twitched in the Bladesmith's direction, his gaze stayed on the young cub, after a few moments he shifted his eyes to Jiang, and nodded. He gestured to a bowl in front of the Tah; "Drink, you need to rehydrate".
Jiang grunted, but in the end agreed.
"You collapsed not far from here, I brought you so you would be safe until you awoke" Volga explained, while Jiang practically inhaled the water.
"Do you know what has happened since you left?" He asked when his voice and some strength returned.
Volga's ears went back, and his head gave a soft nod "Aye, I am aware. Shen is on a rampage, if my last reports are correct."
"it's a war..." Jiang replied gently, as if it explained everything.
Volga nodded. "Aye, it is. Why did you leave?" the former bodyguard asked, curious why the Bladesmith left his home with enough determination not to go back that he collapsed in the middle of no-where, other then the obvious he wants to live.
Jiang shifted and sat up, stretching out his muscles as he did so, everything was sore and stiff. "Forge sent me away. My pieces cannot fall into the wrong paws, nor can my ability to create more. I fought with Forge about it, but in the end i could not deny that it felt the right thing to do." He pawed at the ground, like a cat in waiting mode, fidgeting. In his mind it felt wrong to leave his former Master, but in his gut it seemed like what he was supposed to do.
Volga nodded again, as if the answer was expected. "You were meant to come here. I found something that will help against the uprise of Shen" he explained, an excited glint flashed through his eyes, and Jiang tilted his head, as he tried to figure out what he meant, and what the cu- "The cub..." he said as it dawned on him. It was not unheard of for cubs to be woven that burned with divine purpose. It was not common, but there was legend of it happening.
"Aye, the cub; Feng Huang. He was woven to lead the tribe" Volga beckoned the cub over, and upon being summoned Feng's demeanor changed. Moments ago he was a cub practicing pouncing on his shadow, and as he approached he had an air of authority about him. It was almost like looking at two different cubs.
Feng Huang inclined his head as he took his place beside Volga. "I am told you are here to help us?" the cub inquired.
Jiang took a minute to respond, he barely knew why he was here. But as he mulled it over, it made sense. He was destined to be here. As he was gathering his thoughts Volga interjected "Jiang Hung is a master Bladesmith, his skill is unparalleled."
"That's why you brought me here? So i can equip your divine reincarnation?" Jiang asked, getting irritated. He was irritated at life, at all the floofaloo crap going on at home. Everything irritated him right now.
That bird in the distance. He hell is it so god damn happy about.
Volga took Jiang's attitude, it wasn't hard to understand the reason for it. "Shen cannot go un-opposed, and Feng needs to be equiped."
"I'll not have my work involved in this. When the cub falls he will equip the other side. And who really knows what his plans are. Have you considered maybe your seeing what you want to see in him? False hope is just as deadly as Shen" Jiang warned, feeling a bit more like himself. Dehydration and exhaustion are a hell of a thing.
Volga's understanding of Jiang's mood was wearing thin. "Do you think i'd blindly follow anyone? Let alone a cub! I didn't just stumble accross him and go hey, that's a great idea lets do that yeah!" he growled in frustration.
"I have no idea what you've been doing out here. I didn't think it would be Big Brother though. " he snapped back, Jiang roared and began pacing. Forcing his breathing to slow and to calm himself. This war was messing with him and he wasn't even in it.
Volga took the opportunity to calm himself as well "The cub is true. I've seen it (maybe they went on a vision quest while camping?)and i've discussed it at length with him. He has great ideas and plans for the tribe. They make sense Jiang"
Jiang exhaled "So does what Shen says. He has great plans for the tribe, and he does make good points. His execution of the plans leaves something to be desired and he has the personality of a dead floofaloo. Look, i'm not saying you're wrong, but i'm not going to blindly follow anyone, not until i know in my heart (maybe the liver, maybe the kidney, maybe even in the colon.) that he can be trusted with what i can do. You can't give a kid you just met a sword and not expect someone to lose a toe" he said with a half smirk.
Volga sighed in relief "I would expect nothing less of you, then to see for yourself his nature" He stepped back and gestured to Feng with a paw. "Do you agree?" he asked the cub.
Feng Huang broke into a wide grin, he thrived on this. "Let's do it"
(this is the part where i picture a montage of clips to Jiang testing Feng. Going through obstacle courses, writing exams, going over a bridge like in the lion king, playing games of 'dodgesword' because if you can dodge a sword you can weild a sword.
Also, Jiang being the 'grumpy uncle' translates to 'sarcastic grumpy uncle' because i'm not really sure how to be grumpy without sarcasm...even in real life, i get grumpy my sarcasm goes up a solid 20%...so there's that heads up. Thought it would be good to know when considering my entry. Shady tends to be sarcastic ((it really does leak into almost every character)) and i will toss humor into everything, and if it can't be tossed into the situation there's a chance it will end up in brackets for the reader. biggrin i think that's everything...) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2016 1:13 am
Weaver be with us! Entrant Info & Shop Knowledge Quiz||
►Your SN || -Shady Mooo-
xxx◘ Do you agree to the following ||
xxxxxx→ To RP this character? yes
xxxxxx→ To RP this character with everyone involved in the Meta? yes
xxxxxx→ To work with the owner(s) of the Tribe to maintain this character's position? yes
xxxxxx→ To allow the staff to replace your character if you go AWOL?yes
xxxxxx→ To follow the shop's rules? yes
xxxxxx→ To follow the tribe's rules? yes
xxx◘ Have you read over the front page, beginner's guide, AND tribe info? || yes, I haven’t memorized it, but I read it frequently when rp’ing and plotting, to make sure what I’m plotting is within reason smilies/icon_biggrin.gif And over time I’ll remember it all, still sorta new.
xxx◘ How often, about, do you think you can rp?|| try and pop on every day, my laptop is in my craft room, where I also have a tv and dvd player, my own little space, so whether I’m writing, reading or crafting I’m always in here (except when I’m working during the morning/early afternoon) I’m always online, but I don’t always post. I lurk
xxx◘ How can tribe members contact you for rp?|| PM, I have the gaia app so messages should go to my phone, skype usually always works, facebook messenger is always good too if they’re comfortable with that.
xxx◘ Is there anything you are not comfortable rping with this character? || When it comes to characters I’m comfortable with anything (within the standards of gaia), in kitsu I had victim characters, and aggressors. I had one character violently attack another, to further a plot to help develop her as a character. I love characters with layers and depth, and I thoroughly enjoy the layering process!
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xxx◘ What is the primary trait of the Fire Tribe and what is it used for? they shoot molten from their eyes!! No, not even close, they got a pair of temperature regulators on the top of their head in the form of horns, also store heat for emergencies.
xxx◘ What area(s) can Fire Tribe B’alam not survive in? With the Ice tribe, up North on the map. Water is also not a good idea for residency.
xxx◘ Can Fire Tribe B’alam actually use fire magic? Magus can convert friction to heat, heat to fireball, and with enough practice, patience and skill they can draw friction from a magnitude of sources to direct flames.
xxx◘ What is Telekinesis and how to B’alam use it? Telekenisis is the ability to control and move things with your mind, and the B’alam are gifted with a version of it, allowing them to do things that would require hands. They use their paws to guide the ‘energy’ and they have to focus and concentrate.
xxx◘ Who were this B’alam’s parents and how will you explain their absence? She’s a first generation, to my understanding they poof into existence. (Not poof, the Grand Weaver weaves them into existence. I just like the image of them poofing xD )
xxx◘ Who is the current Fire Tribe Magus? The fire tribe is rudderless, or rather magi-less.
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xxx◘ What is the B’alam’s name? Kilili
xxxxxx→ Name Meaning || Akkadian mother-goddess, goddess of fertility, hunting, love and waar.
xxx◘ Personality:
Kilili has a strong personality, she's very sure of herself and her path in life. She's brimming with confidence, but she doesn't come across as cocky. Kilili thrives on helping others, guiding them on their path and connecting them further with the Weaver, she loves problems because that means a solution must be found, and that excites her. Her connection with the Weaver has given her a deep sense of right and wrong, and she will not stray from the right path for anything, nor will she allow those close to her to venture from their path. Kilili know's the Weaver works in mysterious ways, so she always tries to find the silver lining in things, and keep those around her positive and looking in the right direction.
She has a very nurturing soul, and always encourages others. Kilili is everyone's mother and confidant. You could tell her the horrible things you've done, the horrible things you have thought about, and she will not cast you aside, she will stay with you and guide you back to your path of light. Kilili is who you go to when you feel worn down in your soul, she will lift you back up with kindness, or a swift kick on the bottom if that's what you need. Despite her saint-hood, she does have a short temper at times, feeling everything so deeply tends to catch up with her at times, she is never cruel though, even when she's frustrated she will still try and nurture you.
xxx◘ History:
Kilili spent most of her time in her 'temple' a simple hut she dedicated to the Weaver. There she would meditate and contemplate the ways of the Weaver. She kept to herself a lot, content with meditating and communing with nature and the simple life around her. Ocassionaly she would stumble across other B'alam, or rather they would stumble across her, and she would chat with them, ask them about their path and life, find out what was going on in the wide world out there. When it came to big events and on-goings, she heard about them through the Weaver. She would feel it deep in her soul, and visions would come to her as she slept.
xxx◘ Plot Plans:
When life settles down and a norm emerges, Kilili will serve as a priestess to all who need her, she will oversee ceremonies and lead the spiritual events. She will carry on as she has, just a bit closer to the tribe.
Given her intrigue with creation i would like her to create life, i think her watching her cubs grow would do her well.
I would also like to see her faith shaken up. Not in a 'the weaver isn't real' way, that i don't think could ever happen with her, but shaken up in the sense that she really struggles to find reason for why something happened. She can normally see the Weavers will clearly, see the reason behind the mayhem. It would have to be something tragic, either her mate dying, or one of her cubs or all of her family, in a senseless fashion, or a complete and total freak accident that she can't figure out.
With how sure she is of herself, the Weaver and her abilities, i want to shake them up, i want her to start her journey as "oh yeah, i'm sure ya know", have things happen and stirred up, have her question what she knew and 'knows', have her faith tested as she tested Feng, so that she can get to the point in her faith where she knows in her soul. She has a strong personality and faith, but even the most solid foundation can crack with the right pressure.
I want her optimism and perky attitude to cover scars and trauma. As bad as it sounds, i want her to suffer, so she can be stronger for her tribe, so she can be a founding cornerstone of the tribe's faith. So it can be said of her "with all she has endured, she still holds our community up".
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ► The Prompt Prompt How could they not see that they were all brothers and sisters under the Weaver? She had been fortunate enough to only hear of the atrocities committed within the capital itself but it was no less difficult to absorb. Months of quiet meditation and prayer had suddenly been shattered as it seemed the world was lit ablaze. Uncertainty, fear, and hostilities began to grow. Desperate for an answer- either from The Weaver himself or whispered within his creations, she made her way from the border of the capital into the humid tropical lands just on the edge of their territory. There, a group of strangers had gathered around a newly-woven cub. For a time, she kept her distance and simply observed. One of them would pull him aside and spar- boxing the small form until he was too tired to stand. Another would sit him down and speak with him for hours, drawing little circles and patterns in the soil while he strained to make sense of it. Yet another spent a lot of time stoking coals and playing with a hammer...whatever were they doing? One night, while much of the company slept, the little one stepped away from the group and found a small boulder to lay on. Under the starlight, the priestess approaches. A quiet look of purpose has filled this little cub...perhaps he has her answer? For the purposes of this prompt, you may RP Feng Huang. This will not be canon- it's simply to assist your prompt if need be!
The little cub inclined his head in greeting "I am not afraid" he replied, an air of confidence about him.
Kilili chuckled and bowed her head "Fair enough. I am the Priestess Kilili. And who might you be to have such a gathering with you" she asked, looking over his form to the small camp.
"I am Feng Huang, and i am honored to meet you Priestess. They gather with me because they believe" Feng said with a nod.
Kilili raised an eyebrow "What do they believe?"
"That I am to lead them against Shen" He answered as if it were obvious. Kilili nodded again, he did have an...air about him that's for sure. "What do you believe?" she asked him.
At this, Feng fully regarded the Priestess. His fiery blue eyes seemed to go into her soul. He thought about this for a few minutes. "I....i believe we are in the face of change. Shen is rising up to fill an empty throne. Many follow because they see no other choice. I am that other choice" he explained, carefully picking his words.
"And you're a better option then Shen?"
"I am"
"What if its part of the Weavers design for Shen to rule?"
"The Weaver gave us free will, Shen seek's to rule absolutely, thus removing away many free will privilages. Why would the Weaver allow free will and then assign Shen to rule over it?"
"But if the Weaver hasn't stopped it yet, he can't be that opposed to it can he?"
"The Weaver does not hold our paw through life, that's the beauty of free will. We can make the wrong choice over and over again, we can injure ourselves or even meet our demise, because of our free will. He shows up in other ways, he makes sure there is a balance to everything. I am the other side of Shen, the balance to the scales. The Weaver provides the options, it's up to us to choose" Feng said with a confident nod.
The Priestess sat watching him for a long time, mulling his words over.
"You're testing me aren't you?" Feng asked, watching her in return.
Kilili laughed "I am trying to find out who you are, and what lies in your heart little one"
"you are closest to the Weaver, what does your heart tell you?"
Kilili offered a smile, and produced a vial that was tucked in her arm-band "Carefully woven words can lure the heart astray, but this, will test your soul. Do you accept a test?" she asked the little cub.
Without hesitation he nodded "Of course"
"Should you prove un-pure this vial will make you ill from which you may not recover. Do you still accept?" she warned, the vial before her.
"I have no doubts of myself Priestess, and if i can ease yours then i shall do whatever you ask of me. " Without a second thought he guided the vial to his lips and drank the contents without hesitation. He was surprised to find it tasted pleasant almost like "Flavored water?"
The Priestess smiled again, and then he understood "The contents were not the test.." he said.
"Yes and no. There is no magical potion to test your soul, it was everything leading up to that. How you answered and how you took the vial. You remained calm through it all. I trust your soul" she said wtih a nod, and with that she got up and bowed to him. "My Lord, I offer to you my services and loyalty"
(I was going to do an actual vision quest, where they went on a journey, but i was trying to keep in theme with Feng had wandered off from the group and that most of them were sleeping or otherwise occupied. It could be done as a group thing, but i wanted it to be just the two of them, so she could have his undivided attention. And while he was drinking the vial she listened to his heart beat, something easier done when there aren't multiple sources. )
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 1:36 am
exclaim The contest is closed!I'm still in the process of judging the other entries, but thus far we have one winner by default! (Though the entry is fantastic as well!) [ Radical Dreamer ]  You win the Tactician!
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Fire Tribe Balam Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 8:52 pm
Fire Tribe FC Results!First of all, I want to thank all of our participants who entered! We've been reading the entries as they came in and today we dedicated (literally) the entire day to reading, scoring, and discussing the entries in order to pick the right home for these characters! Before we go on, I just want to say that you all put a lot of hard work into these. Most of the winners won by only 2 points! It literally came down to the tiny details. In the case of one of the characters, we had to go to a tie-breaker. And now... the awards! The Tactician[ Radical Dreamer ] wins by default! ...that aside, the entry was fantastic. She went into detail on how the B'alam came to be who she is, how she thinks, and laid out a very detailed map of rp and plots. She's going to good hands!  The Weapon MasterZakiax wins via tie breaker! These entries were literally neck and neck! In the end, we ended up resorting to the tie breaker briefly described at the start of the event to decide. That said, we would love to see this character fleshed out to his full potential and to see him forging weapons long into the future beyond the meta. He needs to make a name for himself! Because it was so close, we will be making a runner's up prize that will work as the weapon master's first apprentice! -Shady Mooo- Your runner's up prize will be completed shortly!   The PriestessSeruta has taken home the Priestess! Again- this one was super, super close, but in the end the powerful prompt won the day with this girl. She's gentle, timely, and she was portrayed as a spiritual guide that's as much looking for her own answers as she is trying to provide them to others. I think that the chemistry of character will work fantastically with the Phoenix's Circle.   The GeneralFinally- the General. Moon_Princess_Yuki provided a wonderful prompt that not only described the General's first trial, but it went in to his own inner conflict. The trial tested both student and teacher and in the end, the dynamic made an impression enough to pull out a win! We look forward to seeing what this boy does in the way of leading an army! Winners! If you won-We will be getting your FC Chronicles up in short order. You will be in charge of maintaining them so that it is up to date, factual, and so other players involved can reference your character if need be. If you would like to backlog your character meeting Feng, Oni, Forge, or Volga, you may contact the respective players via PM and we will be open to rp with you! A group rp (similar to the rp introducing Shen) will open shortly! This is the first mandatory RP for the FC's as we will be creating the inner circle of the Phoenix Army! Other players may now contact you for rp and plots with your characters! Please be open to them as well! We have the scorecards complete with critiques and grades on them if you would like to see them. We'll delete them in 24 hours. If you want to see your critique, you can pm Thalion. Quote: If you request your critique!Remember that it is for constructive criticism only! We were equally hard on everyone because we wanted to be fair and find the best fit for the characters and their role. We ask that you do not PM a rebuttal to anyone as the critiques are a collaborative effort and are not reflective of anyone's personal opinion. We judged the material provided, nothing more. The critiques are offered as a means of growth, not as a means of destruction.
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