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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 3:26 pm
~Under Construction~
Looking for RP: Kuragari, Acantha
Busy: ---
Ineligible: ---
Last updated: January 15, 2008
[Table of Contents]
1......... Introduction and News
2......... Miscellaneous
3......... Kuragari: God of Fear
4......... Beginnings
5......... Acantha: Dreams of the Past
6......... Background
[News]
12.30.07 || created journal
9.19.07 || won Acantha in a Dreamer's Event auction
8.21.07 || won Kuragari in a roleplay contest!
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 3:43 pm
Miscellaneous
(The home of plushies and other things)
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 4:02 pm
Kuragari: God of Fear
as darkness chills the heart and soul
and mortals weep with fear… Name meaning: “darkness,” Japanese
Personality: Detached
Parents: Pravus and De’taila’ketra
Siblings: Arawn, Lilith Malandra, Keisha
Cert: [x]
Past stages: [box]
Being the God of Fear, Kuragari has the ability to feed on the fear of those around him. It’s an actual physical need; if he didn't do so he would literally die of starvation. Of course, doing so causes excruciating mental agony for the unfortunate Ulaya as he or she is forced to relive their worst fears and memories one after the other. But evil always balances with good, and once Kuragari is sated the fear associated with that memory has been completely drained away, leaving the Ulaya with nothing but a fading memory of the pain he caused. At times Kuragari is overcome by intense self-loathing for causing others nothing but pain, but generally accepts that he is who he is and nothing can change that.
In terms of personality, despite his young age he has an intimidating presence. Maybe it has something to do with the way his eyes rarely show emotion of any kind...
Other powers: Although not exactly a power, when he is asleep he dreams of the fears he has consumed, easily moving from one to another in something like a dance. It's probably the only time he feels free to play, unfettered by his fate. When he's grown he'll also learn to manipulate shadows.
Random facts:
--- In-thread Kuragari is a bit like an alternate version of his usual self - the personality he would have had if he hadn't been born with his power. He's more inclined to say what he's thinking, and although still unusually sober for a kit is a lot more innocent.
--- Kuragari's chains never make a noise - except when he's feeling intense emotion of some kind. Then they sound like tainted bells.---------------------------------------
Roleplays
I am Fear... [Kuragari and Nebulous]***Special Note: RPing with Kuragari gets a little complicated because of his ability. If you want to roleplay with him, I’d appreciate it if you hash it out with me ahead of time what will happen concerning it, if anything. The way I think this would work is: I post that Kuragari reaches out to touch the Ulaya’s mind, then the other person would write what that Ulaya sees when he does so – whether he/she tries to push Kuragari away, what fears surface, etc. Likely if the Ulaya makes a fuss, Kuragari will draw back at first, disgusted with himself, but when as he grows older he’ll be less and less likely to do that, or may even try again later. But I don’t really expect anyone to be interested in this, so his ability will probably be more for character development purposes and happen with nonexistent Ulaya. ^.~
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 7:41 am
dragonfire_kaen It was the hunger that had drawn Kuragari away. The gnawing, aching sensation in his chest made him restless, and finally he slipped away through the dark trees in search of something that would fill it.
The coolness between the trees and the dappled patterns of sunlight filtering through leaves high overhead were pleasant, and he would have enjoyed himself otherwise. But his paws seemed to move with a purpose that he did not yet understand, and the pain in his chest made him uneasy. There was something he needed to do.
As he continued on, he began to hear faint yips and squeals of pleasure from up ahead. Suddenly the forest broke out into a broad clearing dotted with dandelions and cornflowers. Three kits were leaping and tussling in the tall grass over a strip of cloth, occasionally breaking off to n** at each other's short tails.
Curious about this strange game, Kuragari padded silently out from behind a tree. At first the kits appeared not to notice the young godling crouched in the shadows, still tumbling over one another with joyous abandon. But eventually one looked up from tugging at another's ear and immediately dropped it in surprise. "Hey, look over there!"
They stopped their wriggling and stared at him with interest. He was certainly the most outlandish Ulaya they had ever seen. They were too young to have paid much attention to the stories of a litter of godlings, or they would have been more cautious.
"Do you want to play with us?" the one who had spotted him first asked finally. Kuragari said nothing. He had never seen such odd kits, with their bright coloring and innocent expressions. Actually, he had never seen non-godling kits at all, and wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.
"What's your name?" another asked, after it was apparent he wasn't going to answer.
"Kuragari," he said slowly.
"I'm Amira! You're awful funny-looking," she said with glee. "Were you born like that? Where do you come from? Are there lots'and'lots of other Ulaya like you there? You sure you don't want to play with us?"
Confused by her barrage of questions, Kuragari wondered how to respond. The ache was growing stronger the longer he looked at them and his heart began to pound in anticipation. Not knowing how or why, he reached out his mind to touch Amira's. It seemed strange and alien, full of half-formed thoughts that danced away like brightly colored butterflies when he brushed past them. He dug deeper, pulled by the need. And found...
A door of dark wood, locked and barred, bound with heavy chains that fell away at his touch. The door swung open - and her deepest fears were released. They parted around him like a wave, flickering visions with snarling faces and glowing red eyes, and fell upon the now shaking kit.
He snagged one from the flow and found himself with a younger Amira in a barren field of rocks. On a dare she had come to the forbidden place when she was barely old enough to speak, and now the wind seemed to carry the howls of hungry wolves, every boulder hiding a shadowy form. The vision drained away, and Kuragari felt the ache in his chest fade as he absorbed the fear like a sponge.
He fell on the remaining nightmares with relish.
Amira had not had much to fear in her short lifetime. He was done in less than a minute, and withdrew to find himself back in the clearing. Only then did he notice how she was covered in sweat, the air still ringing from her squeals, the grass ripped apart from her frantic convulsions as the nightmares had converged upon her. The other two kits were staring at him with growing horror, their paws rooted to the ground.
He licked his lips uneasily. He had caused her pain.
"I... uh... I'm sorry," Kuragari said finally. "I didn't mean to..." He stopped, made as if to move forward. The smallest kit whimpered softly.
"Please," said the first kit, the one who had asked him to play. "L-leave us alone." Amira was still trembling violently, her eyes unseeing.
The words hit Kuragari hard. But as quickly as his shame and self-revulsion had come, they faded away, leaving him empty. He could hear paws pounding; the kits' parents coming to make sure they were all right. He bowed his head in acquiescence. "I won't trouble you again."
Then he turned and melted into the underbrush, disappearing as silently as he had come.
That night he dreamed the kit's fears. They howled and snatched at him with claws of shadow, but he danced nimbly away, leaping through dream fading into dream.
Fading into dream.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 7:55 am
Acantha: Dreams of the Past
she who soars on the wings of myth
searching for solace in dreams of the past… Name meaning: “thorn,” nymph in Greek mythology
Personality: Pensive
Cert: [x]
Acantha is, in a word, distracted. Being a Dreamer of the past, she can generally be found with her nose in a history book or ancient manuscript, and frequently gets lost on historical tangents in the middle of a conversation. If you’re familiar with the Wheel of Time series (one of my all-time favorites; if you haven’t read it and you like fantasy, I strongly suggest you do so now), she's quite a bit like the stereotypical Brown sister. Immersing herself in her love of history is Acantha’s coping mechanism for the tragedy that resulted in her ascent to the Isle.
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Roleplays ---None yet---
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 8:13 am
Background Nothing yet!
(This will probably come up through roleplay flashbacks, as Acantha begins to allow herself to remember her past life as a normal Ulaya)
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