Religion, tomboys, bugs, spiders, mud, being dirty, heavy clothes, winter, fear, loathing, pain.
talents :
Storytelling, weaving lies, dancing.
fears :
Great disasters, cruel strangers.
personality :
A young, innocent girl with few concerns about the world, and little knowledge about the badness that resides in it. She trusts almost anyone that she meets, so long as they don't resemble any of the villains in her stories, and is easily charmed by pretty men with pretty voices and pretty stories to fill her pretty little head with. Her curiosity knows few boundaries, and she will pick aggressively at secrets, until she unravels the mystery of them.
history :
Roxibella was the single child born to Sybella and Lyle after a one night stand; her mother had gotten lost in the woods and stopped into the lonely little house that her father holed himself up in. Sybella was welcomed there throughout her pregnancy, and initially left the babe to be cared for by her rainbow-clad father. Unfortunately for her, fate had other plans, and a lightning storm destroyed his sanctuary, leaving the man to gift his daughter back to her mother before setting out to try and create another comfortable life for himself.
Not many! She may be up for romantic plots with Ori's Dovean, because he's a bard and a traveler and she thinks that's so charming and would be completely obtuse to what a witless coward he can be.
wanted plots :
Something that involves her witnessing something truly evil, to give her a representation of how bad the world can be -- something she is currently unaware of, naive little critter that she is. She would love to meet more people who have had lots of adventures, or people who like telling stories, or unique and introverted people she can bother and harass about their lives.
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How lucky am I, getting a rainbow 'taur when requesting a CC'd semi-custom? I'm amazingly happy with Roxibella, and I especially love the swirly markings along her front leg, as well as her golden hooves. She's such a fantastically stereotypical unicorn-coloured 'taur, it gives me joy.
Making potions, catching rodents, selling, travelling, his apprentice, lilies, slavery, naga superiority, his intellectual superiority, griddlecakes with berries, Christmas and Valentine's Day (best days for business), the smell of desperation.
dislikes :
Being bossed around, playing serious, flirtatious 'taur, live insects, 'talkers', haggling, being bested, gloating, bad smells, rot, death, large orders for poison, killing fellow naga, being swindled, physical conflict.
talents :
Potion-making, minor spells, binding contracts.
fears :
Being poisoned, asphyxiation.
personality :
Above all, Petyr prides himself on being difficult to describe, pinpoint, or understand. A quirky character he might be, but there's a charm in his biting wit and sarcastic japes that seems irresistible to some; though maybe that's just his way of making a sale. While working, he's quiet and meticulous and likely to shout (or even throw things) at those who are making distracting noises or movements in his space, but while selling, his charm is his superpower, and he sells each and every spell and potion with a wink and a smile. Despite the flirtatious demeanor, it's not suggested that any 'taur make physical contact with him, or the cool exterior snaps with a whip of his hand over whatever might have brushed his scales, a fanged scowl on his face as he tells you never to let any part of you brush him again, lest you could do without it.
history :
Long and unknown, but likely filled with some crazy nonsense.
Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 9:24 pm
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Petyr is the caretaker of Leisel Longroot, though it's quite a stretch to call him her 'father'. He purchased this girl as an egg from a slave market, the tattoos across her body being of his own artistic design, marking her as his own possession. He's been raising her as an apprentice, preparing her to take over his own business when he passes on, or perhaps breaking off on her own to become his travelling potion shop rival. Speaking of which, Petyr runs a travelling magic shop called 'Baubles'. It's a cart that looks fairly normal while it's closed up, little more than a cart pulled by magic (and/or Leisel), but the front folds out rather fantastically, jars and bottles of all different liquids on every available surface, shelves tacked onto everything, baskets of rolled paper spells in nearly every remaining space.
wanted plots :
I think it would be neat if he found a minotaur to pull his cart. Sounds kind'a silly, but it's the sort of thing that he would probably put time and energy into finding, which amuses me. Other students would also be something he'd be interested in, along with other higher-rarity 'taur and victim/clients.
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Plotted out before I even ordered him, Petyr le Strange turned out absolutely perfect. I adore his spirals and the stripes at the end of his tail, and the addition of a lemur/monkey companion is fantastically appropriate.
A spoiled little baby who doesn't truly understand what it is she's been chosen for. She is, however, well aware of her position above the other kits in her clan, and is happy to lord it over them with her jewel-accented head held high and a smirk on her chubby face. Tai gets ornery when she's supposed to meditate or recite prayers, but is beginning to understand that the faster they're done, the faster she can go back to doing what she wants.
history :
Tai'at was born to Clan --, chosen by the signs of her birth as the generational sacrifice. When she is fifteen-years-old, she is to be sacrificed to cleanse the sins of her people for the next decade. Though this information is not withheld, she has yet to grasp the true implications of it, instead only aware of the group of 'sisters' that she has come to know within the Shamanic Circle of her tribe and the gifts that are regularly bestowed upon her by the clan's people. Each day, she is required to devote a certain amount of hours to recitation, prayer, and meditation, her least favourite parts of any day.
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 11:39 am
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Tai'at's clan is viewed by many as a race of 'savages', namely for their practice of blood sacrifices. The law of the land and march of technology has worked to take control of their immoral practices, but have only succeeded in keeping a hush over it and lessening some of their more... violent acts. As it is, they will make animal sacrifices in the face of natural disasters, hoping to calm the Spirit of the Earth, and they will sacrifice a virgin girl every ten years to appease the Spirits and ensure their entry into the Eternal Kingdom. The sacrifice dies to wash away their sins, making them clean in the eyes of the Heavenly Spirit, free from their earthly sins. Those who sin freely are rarely permitted to participate in these ceremonies, and are seen as damned souls, having not been sanctified in the blood of the virgin. Some take pleasure in this title, banding together and making riotous noise during the sacrifice, and some mourn the loss of their immortal souls, forever trying to make amends and be accepted once more into the tribe proper.
Tai'at herself is the sacrifice of her generation. She was taken from her parents, selected by the placement of the heavenly bodies at her birth, and was put in the care of the females of the Shamanic Circle. Her childhood consists of lots of meditation, prayers, and participation in important religious festivals of the tribe. Gifts are showered upon her and she lives in the lap of luxury; though she is treated like a princess, her life consists of very little freedom, each of her days structured and consisting of long spans of time in which she's confined to a shrine in the main temple and left alone for hours. Tai adapts to this as she ages, but as a child it is almost unbearable.
When she becomes a teenager, ripe for the sacrificing, she is taken to the altar and the ritual is just beginning, when a nosy unitaur turns this 'horrible act of sin' into a bloodbath. His anger oozes like a blanket through the tribe of foxtaur, turning them against each other until only he and young Tai'at were left, both blood-drenched and panting.
The screaming will come immediately. Furious that her life's purpose had been abolished, the teenage girl insists on following the volatile magical being, even going as far as to demand that he sacrifice her in the name of her people. Despite that, Tai'at seems perpetually immune to his magic, whether positive or negative (this is likely something psychological with him, given the way he found her). Out of a need for vengeance and a fear for this strange new world around her, Tai stays with her newfound companion as they set off together.
wanted plots :
'Taur of other systems of beliefs, or even the same? 'Taur that celebrate death or even the sort that are in more organized, civil religions. Someone to lead her into some crazy adventure would be cool, too.
theme song :
Escapist by Nightwish
Who's there knocking at my window? The owl and the Dead Boy This night whispers my name All the dying children
Virgin snow beneath my feet Painting the world in white I tread the way and lose myself into a tale
Come hell or high water My search will go on Clayborn Voyage without an end
A nightingale in a golden cage That's me locked inside reality's maze Come someone make my heavy heart light Come undone, bring me back to life It all starts with a lullaby
Journey homeward bound A sound of a dolphin calling Tearing off the mask of man The tower, my sole guide
This is who I am Escapist, paradise seeker Farewell, now time to fly Out of sight, out of time, away from all lies
A nightingale in a golden cage That's me locked inside reality's maze Come someone make my heavy heart light Come undone, bring me back to life It all starts with a lullaby
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Holy shh-- she's so gorgeous! I was floored when I saw this beauty (who my mate lovingly said 'looked like chocolate cheesecake'), especially with my only specification being 'brown skin, plz?' Tai turned out lovely and her plotline came to me like factory work to a third world child. 8'D ...too far?
Children, caves, exploring, meeting new people, finding other unitaur, studying landscapes, sketching (charcoal), sorcerers, 'old magic', fruits, snap peas.
dislikes :
Death, meanness, unfairness, doing bad things 'in the name of' anything, naga, wolftaur, the unknown, seafood, blood.
talents :
Holographic projecting; he has a talent for creating diminutive creatures of light and energy that jingle faintly when they move, but can only speak with his voice. He's become quite good at caretaking from afar by use of this magic, so it has become almost second nature to him now.
fears :
Being captured, cobra naga, snakes, spiders.
personality :
A curious and awkward male with few social graces and little knowledge of the real world; in modern terms, his title would be 'geek'. There are few things that rouse his enthusiasm more than learning -- about a place, a person, a story, a rock, a dog, a tree, anything that can be learned he will soak up like a sponge. Shy as he might be upon meeting, he warms up to someone quickly, even coming off as nosy, unaware of how far is too far when it comes to asking invasive questions. Even so, he's quite submissive, quick to back down and apologize if he's snapped at for overstepping his boundaries. Powerful, dominant, and mean people intimidate Vys through-and-through, and he prefers avoid them, as their conversations never go anywhere enjoyable, and usually end with fun being had at his oblivious extend. Gullibility is one of his biggest weaknesses, leaving the poor young man to be manipulated by those of a cruel mind.
history :
Born into the lap of luxury, Vys discovered one day that he was destined for something more. Barely a man in his own right, the unitaur peered from his litter into the world around them on a routine trip from village-to-village, spying people suffering in poverty and famine. He was moved to a pain that he'd never before known, that started in his heart and tainted his stomach; he found himself unable to eat the lavish banquets set out before him, unable to enjoy the hot water and lovely scented soaps he was blessed to receive. Before he knew it, he had decided that the path of his life was to help the poor unfortunate souls who suffered to stay alive.
Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 11:43 am
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Raised as royalty, Vys knew nothing of the hardships of the world throughout childhood. As a young adult, travelling between small, secret villages, he saw the suffering of the poor and hungry from his litter, and found that he could no longer enjoy his life of frivolity. He cut his long hair and struck out on his own, hoping to aid those who need it the most.
The first poor souls he stumbles upon are a baby cattaur and, not much later, a young wolftaur. Seals barred his magic internally when he was young, but he had never learned to control his magical abilities. Unable to restrain his powers, he's sure not to get close to the delicate children, instead sending little sprites to care for them, holographic depictions of fairies that speak his voice and move at his will. When they become teenagers, oblivious to their true foster father, the two wander off on their own, leaving him feeling empty.
After that, he meets Tai'at in the situation described above, and finds himself trapped with a spoiled, oblivious teenage girl.
At some point in time, he'll meet Noonie's (future) cobra naga and find himself captured in some clever and probably magical way. However, said naga has never truly understood the rift between unitaur and naga, and feels strange twinges of guilt and apprehension at the idea of killing such a pathetic, frightened creature, who's just as conscious and unsure as he is. There's totally a bromance there. It's all in the mind of the fangirls, man.
wanted plots :
UNITAUR PLOOOTS. I want him to meet other unitaur, obviously, because it would be fun. Mate plots in the future, but I don't know if I want to plot that out... I'm more feeling that he should just be thrown around, meeting plenty of people and having adventures, falling in love when he legitimately falls in love, no strings attached or plots behind.
theme song :
Hopeless Wanderer by Mumford and Sons
You heard my voice I came out of the woods by choice Shelter also gave their shade But in the dark I have no name
So leave that click in my head And I will remember the words that you said Left a clouded mind and a heavy heart But I was sure we could see a new start
So when your hope's on fire But you know your desire Don't hold a glass over the flame Don't let your heart grow cold I will call you by name I will share your road
But hold me fast, Hold me fast 'Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer And hold me fast, Hold me fast 'Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer
I wrestled long with my youth We tried so hard to live in the truth But do not tell me all is fine When I lose my head, I lose my spine
So leave that click in my head And I won't remember the words that you said You brought me out from the cold Now, how I long, how I long to grow old
So when your hope's on fire But you know your desire Don't hold a glass over the flame Don't let your heart grow cold I will call you by name I will share your road
But hold me fast, Hold me fast 'Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer And hold me fast, Hold me fast 'Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer I will learn, I will learn to love the skies I'm under I will learn, I will learn to love the skies I'm under The skies I'm under
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interesting facts :
Vys' life story is based on the life of Prince Siddhartha, the Shakyamuni Buddha, minus a good few of the divine details. Vys frowns upon religion, believing that it is nothing more than an excuse for 'taur to fight amongst each other when the most important principle of any religion is treating others kindly while we're all blessed to live upon this earth.
notes :
Homghomghomg. /hyperventilating. I was so excited when I ordered him, got so impatient when I was waiting for him, but nothing prepared me for how amazingly beautiful and awe-inspiring he would be when he arrived! A thousand 'thank you's to Syr for my New Years unitaur!!
Being alone, knitting, crocheting, making fabrics, dying fabrics, making clothing, sewing, patching, ribbon, public events, churches, stained glass.
dislikes :
Pain, humiliation, being called by name, handling weapons, women, touching.
talents :
Dissociating from painful situations, mixing and identifying poisons.
fears :
Small spaces, suffocation.
personality :
There is very little individuality in Zirratbanit's personality; she presents herself as a faceless mask, eyes dull and drawn toward the floor, tongue held unless it's necessary for her to speak. She performs her orders as they are commanded of her and otherwise acts in a way to draw the least attention onto herself, lest she be physically reprimanded. Her interests and pleasures are few, and she chooses to hide them, so she can't have the few things she loves taken from her. Miserable as she is, Zirra has never even dreamed of leaving her home, convinced that the punishment would far outweigh the small possibility of winning freedom.
history :
This little naga was sold before she hatched, the illegitimate spawn of Mesmer and his most recent victim. By some cursed luck, she was sold to a creature even more foul than her natural father, a beast by the name of Enkidu. Whatever innocence she might have had was lost within the first year of her life, and the years show clearly on her worn and tired face.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 10:59 pm
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Sold to Enkidu as an egg, therefore never knowing her parents. Over the years of mistreatment at her master's hands, Zirra grows more and more accustomed to dissociating from the pain of living her life. Over time, this will grow into an ability to astral project, literally taking herself out of the situation. It only lasts a few seconds at first, leaving her body limp and unresponsive, but the years of practice hone it into an ability to stay away for hours while her body continues to follow basic commands, the distant sound of Enkidu's voice ringing in her ears.
wanted plots :
People who want to talk to her as a person. Someone magical for her to run into while astral projecting, whether it be a cobra or a unitaur or something else.
theme song :
Sleepwalker by Nightwish
Close your eyes Feel the ocean where passion lies Silently the senses Abandon all defenses
The place between sleep and awake End of innocence Unending masquerade That's where I'll wait for you
Hold me, near you So closely, sear you Seeing, believing Dreaming, deceiving
Sleepwalker seducing me I dared to enter your ecstacy Lay yourself now down to sleep In my dreams you're mine to keep
Sleepwalker
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interesting facts :
Astral projecting is literally Zirra's only magical ability. This is to compensate for the fact that she legitimately projects her consciousness to other places magically; the power is equaled out by having a time limit and no other magic. Even if she tried, she couldn't so much as make a love potion.
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