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 Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 12:35 am
Write a prompt detailing what this character would be best at, and how they do it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 11:26 am
She would come around only at night, carrying a glowing lantern in her dainty hands. Her skin was an icy white with glimmers of blue that sparkled in the pale moonlight. Ayame was her name...and she was almost ghostlike, but not frightening in any way. Her raven black hair was so rich that it almost looked blue as it cascaded down her slight shoulders.
Ayame was not only elegant and radiant, but had a keen sense of emotion. Even on their death bed, those who were lucky enough to feel her presence were calm and peaceful. It was a strange thing, her essence and beauty seemed to have a power over any ill feeling that one might have.
There was once a little girl who had lost her parents earlier in the day...and as sure as the stars glowed brightly, Ayame revealed herself that very night. Everyone watched in awe as she seemed to float over to the frail child.
Ayame set her lantern down and placed her hands on the girl's shoulders, her eyes bright blue and full with emotion. The girl began to smile, as did Ayame. No words were spoken as they were not needed. It was almost as if she had healed the child without any words, without and sort of coercing. She picked up her lantern and nodded at the girl, turned away and began her path home...wherever that may be, no one was never sure. With one last glance, a tear ran down her cheek before she disappeared into the night. It was at that very moment that they had realized her true power, her ability. She could take away anyone's pain and suffering just by looking through their eyes, into their very soul...only to burden it upon herself.
Ayame had a special gift, a duty, and she knew it to be so. She was selfless and kind even though she harbored everyone's pain and heartache. Thus is her life...and she goes about it every single night with a faint smile upon her delicate face.
"This is my destiny, my fate that I cannot alter" she thought.
A gentle breeze blew across her face as she made her way back to the dwelling where she resided. Ayame tilted her head back as her long hair fell behind her back. She stared up at the stars for just a moment, or so it seemed.
"At least they will not suffer, they will not feel the pain of hardships and sorrow."
"At least..."
"...I have one treasure that is the only thing that overcomes the painful emotions that I absorb. The happiness that fills my own heart when I know that I have helped another's heart to heal.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 12:31 pm
"Have your wounds all healed?"
"Yes miss. They all healed wonderfully thanks to your treatment"
"I'm glad sir. Please come again"
"Thanks Again"
Waving her latest customer off, Illia slowly gathered her items, though very few, from the ground next to her into her arms. She was a doctor of sorts. A healer. One that dabbled in her own art of healing through use of her own powers to generate a special kind of dust. By taking this dust or powder and combining it with very specific herbs and pure water she either finds or grows on her own, she is able to make medicines of various kinds. In addition to liquid medicines, she is also able to make powdered variations to relieve pains in joints or parts of the body such as the back. Because she is a twilef with use over the power of controlling liquids, she can pull them apart or even slightly change the temperature for better use. However, Illia is also very peculiar about the forms she is trying to manipulate, only preferring to use water as close to a pure form as she can get it.
Illia believes that the purer the water is, the better the treatment which means a happier customer. A happier customer means free advertisement and more people willing to come to her for treatments. The more treatments and medicines she prepares, the better she gets and the larger her collection of medicines becomes. This is important to her, because she hails from a family who are each specialized in medicine using different methods. Not only does it make her happy that her method of healing works, but because she is slowly building what will be the foundation of her life. That and the satisfaction of her customers or patients after a treatment.
* * * *
What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I...want to beeee...a healer!"
*A giggle*
*A soft chuckle*
"Is that so? Well then. I'm sure you'll be a wonderful healer someday dear."
"You really think so mommy?"
"Of course. You'll be a beautiful young woman soon. Capable of so much more then I"
"So much more?"
"Thats right. My little Illida."
* * * *
Illia opened her eyes in a rush, her eyes darting from the left and then to the right of the room she was in, slowly sitting up in her bed. She breathed, letting herself rest there for a minute before her hair fell. "That memory again..." she whispered, a small smile spreading across her features. "Mom...I told you I was going to be a healer" she whispered, a chuckle following just seconds after. Pulling the sheets off to the side, Illida moved her legs over to the side of the bed and then pushed herself off to stand up-right next to it. She grabbed her lantern nearby and then proceeded to the back of her place into a cold room.
Closing the door shut behind her, Illia walked across the floor over to a shelf against the wall closest to the door and looked amongst the labeled medicines on the shelves and smiled. Her eyes moved down and over to the right to a table next to the shelf and walked over it, her long black hair dangling along the sides of her face and down to her knees. A single book and a feather pen in a cup of ink the only things on top of it. She reached down, picking up the book in her delicate hands and turned the pages to a new blank page. In front of the table was also a chair. She laid the book down with the open blank page, pulled out the small chair sitting in front of the table and reached for the feather pen, dabbing it in the ink a few times before bringing it to the blank page.
"HELP! PLEASE HELP!"
Illia had just started writing down the steps for a new treatment she had discovered when she heard a cry for help coming from the front of her home which also doubled as a shop. She quickly dropped what she was doing and rushed from the cold room into the front, a man holding a woman in his arms, unconscious and bleeding. "Lay her on the carpet right there" Illia commanded as she made her way over and then bent down in front of the injured woman.
"Can you help her?"
"Keep quiet and don't rush me" Illia said quickly as she examined the woman, checking for a pulse. "alright..." she whispered as opened the top of her lantern and reached inside, taking a small amount of a soft light blue powder from inside into one of her hands. She then held her other hand steadily in the air, quickly pulling water from the air in the room into small droplets at the tips of her fingers. Bringing her fingers together, she brought the droplets of water together into one large drop of water before bringing it down onto the wound on the injured woman's side, letting it rest as she kept it in place.
"You. Get me vial Bloodclot-12 on the second shelf from the case on the right behind you when you face it" she instructed. She did this for about an hour, instructing him to bring her certain vials and potions, mixing them and then applying them where they were needed. "There..." Illia said with a sigh as she wiped what looked to be sweat from her face as she stood, holding a container. "Have her take this later. She has to drink it all to have any effect. It might take a couple of days, but she should make a full recovery" the lightly colored twilef said.
"Thanks so much for helping us! You don't know what this means...."
"Don't mention it. Now get going. She needs to be set down somewhere rather then you carry her. I don't have much room here or else I'd offer" she added and with a wave, watched him leave with her newly treated patient. She looked down at the floor beneath her and then at her front door. "Perhaps....its time I started traveling. There are...plenty more medicines and cures to be found with herbs from places away from this area....I'm sure she would want me too..." she whispered, a small smile on her face as she looked over at a picture frame hanging on her wall.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 2:15 pm
Fa''s home is immaculate. She has a fondness for freezing particles of dust and disposing them in such a way as to not touch it in anyway. Needless to say, when patients rushed in, she could be overwhelmed with the task of helping them, with the nagging feeling that they should be less messy in the far recesses of her mind. Fa' is a psychologist of sorts. Patients come to her when they have experienced great loss, or other hard emotions to deal with.
Last week, a mother brought her young twins in, whom had witnessed a schoolyard friend die of a long exhausting illness. These children already had lost an older brother and their father to the same illness. Fa' exhausted herself, taking small pieces of emotion and freezing them, drawing strength from her lantern, allowing them to not hurt. This week they'd be coming back for the first of many treatments to which Fa' would melt pieces of emotions so they could cry it out and release their pain, in a safe environment.
This work was not only exhaustive to Fa''s powers, but her own heart went out to the boys. She found herself crying at night, braiding her hair before bed, feeling sadness and worry for the family, and self-pity at having no one she'd cry over if they died. Every night Fa' reminded herself that pity is a useless emotion and she could go out and make friends if she desired. And with these thoughts, she has the strength to sleep, wake up, and face other families, other tragedies, and ease the suffering of those who have loved and lost.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 8:48 am
Name: Nalini
Strength: Nalini was a minor herbalist. She could whip up remedies for anything from a stomach ache to mild cases of poisoning. She could have become a great healer, if it wasn’t for one tiny fact: the sight of blood and physical injuries made her sick.
She always seemed to show up just when she was needed most, and where. Some called it premonition. Others called it luck. She called it wind-talking.
The stillroom where she tended to dry her herbs and flowers, and where she made her remedies, was like most stillrooms dark and dry. However, there was a small difference. Where most herbalists made sure the room would be air tight, ‘Lini made sure there were gaps that the wind could flow through without harming her supplies. She needed to be able to feel the wind, to listen to it and find out where her meager knowledge of herb lore would be most needed.
With a clothes pin held carefully by her lips, Nalini balanced precariously on the edge of an overturned crate, stretching out as far as she could to try and fit the bunches of freshly picked mint on her slightly overcrowded line from which she hung her plants to dry out. It was a fairly still, windless day, so she hoped to have some time to replenish her rapidly dwindling supplies. She stretched out her arms just a little bit further. She could almost reach it…
There was a loud clamor as the unsteady crate tipped, causing her to tumble to the ground in an undignified heap. She yelped as she landed hard on her rump. Her bunch of mint she’d been trying to hang up lay crushed beneath her. She sighed. Now she was going to have to go find some more decently healthy mint leaves, and after she’d had such a hard time finding this bunch.
She’d only just started to get herself up when she heard it. Not now, she thought with a sense of dismay. But the sound carried to her ears, whether she willed it or not. The sounds of someone sick and in pain. But she was a healer and couldn’t bear to know that there is sickness or hurt when she had the ability to do something about it. “Alright, I get the message, and I’m going.” She whispered testily as the sound of the wind grew louder and more insistent. She gathered up her little pouch off a nearby shelf and cringed as she gathered up the rest of her meager supply of prepared remedies. She was almost out. She only hoped she had enough to last until she was able to find a spare moment to go through her stocks and mix up a few more.
She reached the door of a small cottage and hesitantly knocked. This was definitely the place. The acrid scent of illness was prevalent even outside the dwelling. Recognising the scent as a rather contagious, if not fatal natural illness, she mentally went through the contents of her pouch. She thought she had the correct herbs to treat this. The door opened just a crack and overly bright eyes peered warily at her. “Whaddya want?”
She took a breath. “I’m a healer. And I’m here to help.”
As she entered the hut, she silently thanked the wind for leading her here. Here she could do a great good. And really, that was all she wanted in her life- the chance to help others and do some good.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 12:11 pm
“You’ve always been good at that, haven’t you?” Sairin murmured, her green comb brushed her long flowing blond hair. She was a phyri who frequently met with the long black-haired twilif on spontaneous occasions, an person who consisted of elegance on the inside and the outside. Both the phyri and twilif were seated in the village square, on an empty night. It was a fairly small village and this was a Sunday night, where everyone stayed at home to celebrate their family time. Unless there were those who didn't have families.. Like Clotho and Sairin. As nice and considerate as the villagers were to them, it was a silently forbidden task even consider intruding on such times. Which was why they were out here, by the fountain, their reflection in the moonlit water.
“I’ve always been good at a lot of things. You say it like I have no other skills in life.” Clotho said with a cheerfulness that contradicted the offended sentence. She twisted some long black locks around a pale finger, blue eyes narrowing to look back at Sairin. “I wish you would visit more often. It gets lonely here.” She murmured, half-open blue eyes meeting large black ones.
“Perhaps I will. If only to listen to your erhu playing. It’s quite the rare instrument. I wonder how you learned how to play such a.. unique instrument?” Sirin looked at the old Chinese interest with a mild interest, the melody growing faint but still audible. Even in all her years situated at the Kingdom of Twelve Kingdoms, she had enver run into such an instrument. But then again, as a kirin, she wasn't allowed to simply go out and enjoy the festivities.
“Does one need to learn how to play an instrument from somebody? I believe that at some part in the start of time, people learned to play it on their own. Would that be so surprising?” Clotho said in a soft tone, obviously having thought this subject before considering her quick answer. But Clotho thought about a lot of things. She had time to philosophize life and it’s aspects, making small little theories on an ocean of subjects. A pale hand fingered the string on her instrument with the a careful delicateness, only the tips of her fingers brushed the tight binding of the instrument.
“You’ve always been quite elegant with words. “ Sairin stated, leaning back against the tree with a newfound sleepiness. After all, Clotho’s erhu playing was like a comforting hymn or lullaby. Their conversation soon fell in silence, Clotho taking the chance to ponder the thoughts that Sairin had stirred within her.
She hadn't learned the erhu by herself, although she left that implication for Sairin. Memories of her mentor floated back into her mind-- simple but nostalgic ones of a musician who had upped and left with a few lessons and parting words for Clotho. Ever since than, she had vowed to get her playing to a level where she could meet him once more and give him a good punch for his rudeness. You don't simply greet a person and leave without a word the next day. What happened to the farewells? It was quite the rude gesture to leave without a farewell! A fist met an open palm, annoyance and anger stirring up within her.
Calm down. Calm down.
Her bowstring met the strings of her instrument once more, the clear and loud tune now ringing through the town square. Several people opened the curtains of their window to smile softly out into the town square, unknown to Clotho, ears pressed against the windows.But she couldn't stop her emotions from flowing into her playing, as the melody grew rapid at times, almsot on the verge of dynamic, until it died down to a softer and more gentle melody again.
It was Clotho's gift-- not only her erhu playing, but her ability to hear a song and with a few tries, to imitate it in an almost exact manner. But the song was never played twice-- it was always fitted with Clotho's personal alterations and melodies entwined. Very much like the sunset and dawns of the world, one never saw the same sunset twice, one never heard the same melody from Clotho's tunes twice.
To Clotho, music was a language. A language that was communicated to all-- even though not everyone understood it, they understood it to some extent, appreciating the tunes and the melodies. They understood that not any bumbling idiot could play it, although that idiot could probably learn. There was millions of ways to learn and they all had the possibility of going down the path of truly understanding music-- yet many lost their way in efforts of fame and money. Clotho vowed to never be one of them.
"You'd better not be a gold-digging musician when I meet you again either."
Her soft whisper rang through the night, a vehement one that had Sairin opening one eye curiously to peer at Clotho.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:24 pm
Anima hummed and floated down the cobble-stone street, the pathway lit by her own eerie glow. She was idly wandering; waiting for the sign that she was needed. The lantern she held in her hand housed no candle; despite the fact that it was glowing with an odd, faint light. It hummed; a sound only Anima could hear for she was the only one who was close enough.
Anima felt something pull at her; it was the sign she was waiting for. Immediately she stopped humming; though it seemed like she’d simply ended the song, and smoothly changed her course of direction, moving east rather than north.
In the field; they saw the light before they saw her and bodies began to tremble in fear and knowledge of what was inevitable. A small girl stood protectively over an even smaller boy.
"It's the moon ghost," the girl whispered to the boy. "She's come to take you away."
Anima was in full view now and she made her way towards the boy; her movements graceful and haunting at the same time. Fingers tapped on the lantern door and it almost sounded like some secret code.
"I won't let you have him, you witch!" The harshness in her voice didn't affect Anima and she showed no signs of stopping; even when the girl grabbed a stick and brandished it. "I'm warning you!"
As graceful as before; though now with a hint of warning; she moved past the girl and stood in front of the boy, eyes gazing down upon his limp and fragile body.
He looked up at her and smiled. "I guess I can't help it, can I?" He coughed a little, blood and spittle flying up before landing back on his face. "Will it hurt?"
Anima did not answer his question; instead she opened her lantern and waited. Hundreds of shining blue butterflies sprung free from their prison and leapt towards the boy as if they were carnivorous and hadn't eaten for years. Only they did not harm him. Instead, they sank into his skin and disappeared as if they had just been a trick of the eye and weren't even there.
"Stop! Please, don't take him!" She was crying now; but Anima paid no attention to the girl's pleas. They meant nothing; this was her job and she couldn't stop it if she wanted to.
"Tsuki." The boy murmured and the girl's attention snapped in his direction.
"What's wrong? Are you in pain?" She knelt beside him; completely forgetting Anima's presence.
"It's going to be okay, Tsuki." The last sentence; his last sentence was barely audible and he struggled to get the words out.
Her eyes widened in shock and she flung herself down on him; begging for him to come back. "Brother..." She mumbled into his chest; tears silently falling.
The butterflies left his body; each one glowing white rather than blue. They silently fluttered back into the lantern and Anima snapped the door closed.
"Tsuki." She murmured to the small girl. It was against her nature to offer comfort; but she was so young, she didn't understand. The girl ignored her; too wrapped up in her grief. "Tsuki." Her voice hardened a little and the girl's head snapped up; eyes ablaze with fury.
"What?" She growled. "You took him away from me. What else could you possibly want?"
"Look." She opened the lantern once more and the butterflies burst forth; even more eager than before. They did not move toward Tsuki; much to her surprise. Instead, they ignored her and flittered about on the ground. Each time one landed, a bunch of flowers sprouted or a tree sprouted and shot into the sky; all of it illuminated by the moon’s light and Anima’s glowing form. Right before Tsuki's eyes; life was continuing.
"This is your brother's gift. He's given it to the world because the world looked after him while he was alive. And she'll continue to look after him now that he's dead. She’ll look after you, too."
Anima whistled softly and the butterflies - that were now back to their original sapphire blue colour - flew back into the lantern. Anima closed the lantern and tightened her grip around the handle. She turned and began walking away, leaving Tsuki to organize the finalities of the boy's death.
"Wait!" She called, frantically chasing after her. "Your name. I want to know your name."
Anima tilted her head; puzzled. "Why?"
"I don't want to go on calling you the 'Moon Ghost'."
"I can't tell you my name."
"Why not?"
"Because it's not your time."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Your brother learned my name tonight."
"Oh."
With a nod, Anima continued walking; a twitch inside her mind indicating where her next destination was.
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