Mysteries, arrogance, sweetness, quiet, romance, climbing, the mountains, darkness, odd lodgings, (hard) apple cider, chicken, snow, ice, cold weather, Triston.
dislikes :
Reyson, hot weather, females, sleeping, lechers, being bossed around, stupidity.
talents :
Escaping, self-defense, camouflage.
fears :
Wolftaur, isolation, imprisonment.
personality :
Alazne is cold and doesn't trust people easily. She seems to have a knack for relationships with cattaur of whatever sort, and manages to stay out of trouble for the most part. She loves hot drinks, as well as well-cooked food that she usually steals from various villages. Chances are, if she's mean and teasing, she likes you, and if she's really nice and listens a lot, that also means she likes you. However, she doesn't like you if her first thought is to fight, or to run; of course, she might do that anyway. In case it wasn't obvious, she's very hard to read.
history :
As a child, Alazne was captured by a group of rouge wolftaur and forced into slavery, which is where she earned the pretty little chain around her neck. She was kept there for longer than she can remember, always listening to the women who would pray for her escape, until one day, she did escape. She was only a teenager at the time, but she managed to get away from that band of rouges rather easily. Now, however, she's very paranoid and untrusting; she is still, in fact, their property, not independent of her own fate. She's trying hard to keep away from them, however, whatever that might take.
As a teenager, it wasn't long before she ran across someone who was honestly kind to her: A cattaur named Triston. The male was quiet, reserved, and very neutral in a way that only made Alazne wonder more and more about him. The two had an adventure of sorts that ended in a blizzard. The both of them found shelter, and soonafter -when getting snow to melt into water- Alazne found a small wolftaur pup. From that age, she raised him, though Triston left at the turn of the seasons, and she was alone raising the boy for a long, long time...
Only time will tell whether or not Triston will return.
Well I woke up to the sound of silence And cries were cutting like knives in a fist fight And I found you with a bottle of wine Your head in the curtains And heart like the Fourth of July
You swore and said, "We are not, We are not shining stars" This I know, I never said we are
Though I've never been through hell like that I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back
If you're lost and alone Or you're sinking like a stone Carry on May your past be the sound Of your feet upon the ground Carry on
Carry on, carry on
So I met up with some friends at the edge of the night At a bar off 75 And we talked and talked about how our parents will die, All our neighbours and wives
But I like to think I can cheat it all To make up for the times I've been cheated on And it's nice to know when I was left for dead I was found and now I don't roam these streets I am not the ghost you are to me
If you're lost and alone Or you're sinking like a stone Carry on May your past be the sound Of your feet upon the ground Carry on
Whoa My head is on fire but my legs are fine After all they are mine Lay your clothes down on the floor Close the door, hold the phone Show me how no one’s ever gonna stop us tonight
'Cause here we are We are shining stars We are invincible We are who we are On our darkest day When we’re miles away Sun will come We will find our way home
If you're lost and alone Or you're sinking like a stone Carry on May your past be the sound Of your feet upon the ground Carry on
Oooh. Oooh Oooh Oooh
(No one's ever gonna stop us tonight) (No one's ever, no one's ever gonna stop, no one's ever gonna stop us tonight) (No one's ever, no one's ever gonna stop, no one's ever gonna stop, no one's ever gonna stop us tonight)
possessions :
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interesting facts :
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notes :
Squee!! I won Alazne in a raffle for the Autumn event, and she is probably one of my FAVOURITE of my 'taur, not to say that I don't like the other ones any less. <33 I've vowed not to enter another raffle unless I like the 'taur as much as I love her.
Protectiveness, affection, romance, boys, pretty girls, bells, his parents, a warm bed, ribbons, soft fabric, berries.
dislikes :
Humility, stupidity, arrogance, mean people, being called gay, holidays, other parents, sleeping.
talents :
Telepathy, survival, making salves.
fears :
Females and their dads, being gay.
personality :
Eifa tends toward being a little bit of an egomaniac. He flirts with every attractive female he comes across -which are most of them, he's not picky- in the hopes of proving to them and himself a secret that he'd take to the grave if he could. If he truly warms up to a male, as he has once before, he may even allow himself to show these feelings and differences about himself, but that's a rare occurrence. He's shallow, in case that wasn't obvious, and enjoys gallivanting around, doing things that are all play and no work. One of his favourite things in the world is the bell that he has tied to his tail.
history :
As a kitten, Eifa grew very ill. For weeks, he was bedridden, crying on and on, carrying a fever that would not break. His parents were terrified that they would lose him, something they could not bear after the young death of an elder child. Many doctors came, but none were able to give them any kind of hope to saving their child's life. There was a night in which both parents stayed up the whole night long, taking turns holding and coddling the boy as he tossed and turned in their arms, his only sounds weak, pathetic mewls; he'd lost the strength to cry that night, causing his parents to fear that, if they slept, he would not be helped if he was in pain.
It was during that night that a figure came to them -'a spirit', they would later recount, 'or a shade'- regardless of its origin, the beast came to them, and took their child in its arms. Quietly, it spoke that the child could be healed, but only at the cost of his speech, his communication with the rest of the world for his life. Without a second thought, they agreed.
Voiceless, Eifa grew with a desperation to learn how to communicate with others, and a knowledge that it wouldn't be possible, and even if it was, it wouldn't be easy. To spare himself the teasing, the boy was educated from home for a majority of his life. He spent much of the time with his mother, learning to cook and clean; his father was the one who would take him out from time-to-time, teach him to hunt and to fish. He was a well-rounded child, if a little socially awkward.
As a teenager, he left to a school that resided far in the mountains, a school that housed many old and wise scholars of the cattaur breed. There, he would learn from them. He would be expected to live a solitary life outside of his lessons; assembling his own shelter, acquiring his own food and water, practicing and studying for hours on end. He remained there until adulthood, leaving only once he had a firm and sure grasp on the talents that he'd taken so long to hone.
Wears a bell and a ribbon at the end of his tail; a way for him to make noise without a voice.
notes :
SQUEE!! My first semi-custom. Well, first that I actually paid for. He was going to have edits, but I was too impatient to wait for permission from Syr, sooo he doesn't.
Negative attention, doing nothing, being bored, moody people, sulky people, selfishness, taking care of children, Sylas.
talents :
Juggling, wind magic, archery.
fears :
Cliffs, drowning.
personality :
Tsukasa is like a bird: Free-spirited and light-hearted, coincidentally also resembling her magical talent. She a kind girl, yet very much playful, and jokes in a way that some people may take offense to. For the sake of her own future popularity, she adopted a slight lilt to her voice, though it's now become simply custom for her to speak like that. She's friendly and very trusting, as well, though that can't last forever...
history :
Tsukasa has in no way had a difficult life. From childhood, she and her brother were the treasures of their mother, Jaione, and were most certainly treated as such. Much as other children, she was sent to lessons from older, more learned 'taur a few times every week. She discovered her talent for wind magic at a very early age and, once she learned all of the things that she could do with it, discovered her passion for performing, hearing people applaud the amazing, reality-defying tricks that she was able to perform...
Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey She acts like summer and walks like rain Reminds me that there's a time to change, hey, hey Since the return from her stay on the moon She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
But tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated?
Tell me, did you fall from a shooting star – One without a permanent scar? And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
Now that she's back from that soul vacation Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey
Now that she's back in the atmosphere I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane Told a story about a man who was too afraid to fly so he never leave land
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back to the Milky Way? And tell me, did Venus blow your mind? Was it everything you wanted to find? And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken? Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance, five-hour phone conversation? The best soy latte that you ever had and me
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back toward the Milky Way?
But tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated?
But tell me, did you fall for a shooting star, One without a permanent scar? And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day? And did you fall for a shooting star, fall for a shooting star? And are you lonely looking for yourself out there?
Kindness, sensitivity, open-mindedness, healing, helping people, caring for children, socializing, having fun, candy apples, new things, new people, parties, holidays, exotic spices, rare species.
dislikes :
Rudeness, questions, crying, her bloody tears, being so sensitive, meanness.
talents :
Near-universal acceptance.
fears :
Being hurt, pain, death.
personality :
If it wasn't already fairly obviously, Anja is extremely innocent. She knows very little in the ways of the world beyond what she learned from her parents and from storybooks. She's extremely naive, trusting anyone willing to give her the time of day, and is very sensitive. There's a high possibility of the girl bursting into tears if you trip and skin your knee; even if it doesn't hurt you.
history :
Anja continues to live with her parents, even at her current age. They've always been a well-off family, rarely having to raise themselves up to do any kind of work. The young woman lives in town, yet has almost never been to any of the festivals.
All of these odd coincidences -aside from her parents' wealth- stem from the fact that, after a fairly traumatizing tumble down a blessedly short cliff, she developed a problem known as haemolacria, meaning that blood seeps into her tearducts, making her appear to cry blood. Even before then, the girl was very sensitive, crying at every little bad thing that happened. As such, rather than subject her to the screams and tauntings of the children in school, her parents chose to keep her at home and teach her from there.
So she's lived a good life, always eating good foods, always around good people. She's rarely been hurt, and is as innocent as a child in many different ways. As the adult that she is now, however, she has taken it upon herself to see all that she has missed in the world - one step at a time!!
There ain't no reason you and me should be alone Tonight, yeah, baby! (Tonight, yeah, baby!) And I got a reason that you're who should take me home tonight (Tonight) I need a man that thinks it's right when it's so wrong Tonight, yeah, baby! (Tonight, yeah, baby!) Right on the limits where we know we both belong tonight
It's hard to feel the rush, to brush the dangerous I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you Where we can both fall far in love
I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment of truth Out on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you I'm on the edge with you.
Another shot before we kiss the other side Tonight, yeah, baby! (Tonight, yeah, baby!) I'm on the edge of something final we call life tonight (Alright! Alright!) Put on your shades, 'cause I'll be dancing in the flames Tonight, yeah, baby! (Tonight, yeah, baby!) It isn't hell if everybody knows my name tonight (Alright! Alright!)
It's hard to feel the rush, to brush the dangerous I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you Where we can both fall far in love
I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment of truth Out on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you I'm on the edge with you.
I'm on the edge with you I'm on the edge with you (You, you, you...)
I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment of truth I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you I'm on the edge with you (with you, with you, with you, with you, with you)
possessions :
A colourful variety of plush toys. (In order: BunBun, Frost, Burr, Faerie, Moo.)
interesting facts :
Suffers from Haemolacria - she cries blood. Moo is her oldest and most treasured plush toy.
notes :
Auto-bought from the Autumn Event '10, one of the mini auctions. They were all bought out right-quick!
Enslavement, hunting, torture (and aftercare -- not worth it if they die too early, after all).
fears :
NOTHING
personality :
Mesmer is and always has been a horribly cruel and sadistic creature. He cannot see anything that he finds sweet or cute or innocent and simply leave it as such. He has to torture it, exploit it, do whatever he can to make everything worse. To make it hurt and cry and make it never so cute and innocent again, so everyone can be horribly jealous of the fact that they'll never see it as such again.
Capture Shyam and make him a pet? Check. Capture Kiyoko and do bad things to her? In progress. Get Kiyoko stolen and throw a fit? Yeah, that'll happen, too.
wanted plots :
MOAR SLAVES.
theme song :
Bad Things by Jace Everett
I wanna do bad things with you.
When you came in the air went out. And every shadow filled up with doubt. I don't know who you think you are, But before the night is through, I wanna do bad things with you.
I'm the kind to sit up in his room. Heart sick an' eyes filled up with blue. I don't know what you've done to me, But I know this much is true: I wanna do bad things with you.
When you came in the air went out. And all those shadows there filled up with doubt. I don't know who you think you are, But before the night is through, I wanna do bad things with you. I wanna do real bad things with you. Ow, ooh.
I don't know what you've done to me, But I know this much is true: I wanna do bad things with you. I wanna do real bad things with you.
possessions :
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interesting facts :
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notes :
My super sexy and evil semi-custom naga. He's the first naga I've ever gotten with a plan to make him cruel and evil and all that. He's become the butt of his own jokes, because he's turned out to be pretty queer and kind of a failure. orz
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