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 Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 3:21 am
 Name: Hadassah
Meaning: Myrtle tree
Gender: Female
Species: Er.....
Personality: Calm and very collected, Hadassah is the type that doesn't rattle easily. Wishing nothing more than for everyone to live peacefully and do right by themselves, she is always willing to lend a hand to smooth over harsh words and mend hurt feelings. She has a talent for lowering the hostility level in a place when she is present; some think it is just her calmness radiating outward....others think she possesses some sort of placating magic. She receives many odd looks for having both a tail and wings, but she always shrugs it off, saying with a smile that she couldn't decide between water and air when she was born, or that her wings serve as a drag chute when she swims too fast, or some other silly story; nobody really knows why she has both and so far everyone has been too uncomfortable to ask.
Likes: Everyone getting along
Dislikes: Chaos, hard feelings, stubbornness
Family: N/A
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 3:36 am
 Name: Blaze
Meaning: Fire
Gender: Female
Species: Ista
Personality: Blaze is everything one would expect from a child; cheerful, inquisitive, and just a little bit too blunt, in spite of her strict conditioning as a royal page. She has a measure of magical talent and is currently being trained in the magic arts. While exhibiting a goodly measure of raw talent, her ability to concentrate seems somewhat hindered, and at times she finds herself startled by the strangest things; a cottage among a thick gathering of trees while on their way to a neighboring castle, or one of the prickly blue flowers that grow in abundance around the kingdom. She experiences an odd sensation, as though she ought to be remembering something, but assurances from her teachers that these are merely brought on by fatigue from her studies and practices often do the trick for putting the idea out of her mind. When she is not studying or doing page duties, Blaze loves to
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Family:Quote: Winning Entry The little lost bloodline extends from.... a savior of the realm's magic. Alas, the tale of the young page is a dark smudge in the history of the Ista of Wands. You would not know it should you gaze upon her face, with her bright smile and shining eyes; big, blue and just a bit vacant. She goes about her life unaware that she is the product of a misunderstanding that had caused her real family to be wiped out years ago.
Several years back, the royal family of Wands had been shocked to discover that out of the blue, their kingdom's magic was becoming temperamental and chaotic. Everything from the simplest spells to the most complex cantrips were affected; a high wizard tried to manifest a cup of fine wine only to find his glass filled with marbles, and an aide trying out a simple stain-removing spell on a tunic was sent fleeing into the corridor when the garment came to life and tried to eat her. Such was there pandemonium throughout the realm, so much that it wasn't until several days later that a royal wizard emerging to help in calming the chaos noticed that there were strange, blue flowers resembling thistles growing every which way he looked. It would seem trivial to anyone else, but the way these grew in such abundance, and that they were so unfamiliar to one born of this realm, gave the wizard pause. He plucked one and brought it back to the castle, where it was determined that these strange flowers were magical, and that their magic was clashing with that of the Istas, causing their spells to go awry.
The King immediately sent a knight to the deepest part of the nearby forest, where it was said that a young female Ista, powerful in magic and well-learned in the ways of plant lore, might be able to shed some light on the nature of the flowers and possibly find a way to eradicate them. But the knight was foolish and hasty, and had much time for rash thoughts as he traveled through the dark woods. When he came upon the Ista's dwelling, the door was open to a spacious room full of handmade wands, magical components, a huge writing desk with papers scattered every which way, and a fireplace burning merrily in the background. The female was inside, her back turned toward the knight as she casually mixed compounds together, but what the knight saw with increasing alarm were several gardening pots of the hated flower that had so ruined his people's magic. Assuming the worst of the Ista and remembering how she was with plants, he barged into the house, ready to confront her. In her surprise, she whirled around, causing the contents of a bowl she was holding to splash into the fireplace. An explosion of fire knocked everything over, turning wands to mere smoldering sticks and setting fire to the rest of the dwelling. The heavy desk had been blown over and the female Ista lay pinned and burned, her life ebbing away. Shielded from the worst of the blast by his armor, the knight rose and rushed to the lady's aid. With the last of her strength, she pointed to a sheaf of papers just beginning to smolder, and then uttered the word 'blaze' before her eyes clouded over. Reaching to rescue the papers from the fiery tongues, the knight was about to turn and leave when he suddenly heard crying coming from across the room. He followed the sound to a nearby cupboard, where one door had been blown open and singed, and inside he found a little filly, the similar markings of the dead Ista suggesting a little sister, crouched inside and clutching a crudely made child's wand. She had managed to summon a small shield to protect herself from the blast, which even as the knight looked, wavered and vanished as the tear-filled eyes fixed on him in fright. Without hesitation he pulled her out and held her to him as he fled the burning house, the child's panicked cries in his ear as he ran. He only stopped once on his way back to the castle, to light a torch and read the paper that the mare had wanted him to save so desperately. What he read filled his proud heart with anguish. The Ista had noticed the flowers a while back, and instead of finding a way to wipe them out, had been studying ways to use the flower's existing magic to strengthen that of her people's. Her discovery, that grinding the seeds and using them to craft the wands would give them the power of the plants and also negate the strange effects, was written in fresh ink, only just dried. The entire time he read, the small filly cowered on the ground before him, her blue eyes both frightened and accusing.
When the pair arrived at the castle, the knight told the entire story to the king, his remorse so keen that he asked to be put on leave. The filly, who would not look at him once she found another to cling to, was deathly frightened of every knight she saw, but her raw magic abilities stood out, unwilling to be ignored. Finally, once new and more powerful wands had been crafted using the seeds of the magical flowers, the king commanded the high wizard to place a special enchanted ring upon the filly's horn, which erased her memory of that dreadful night, replacing it with the knowledge that she was the niece of a well-respected knight who had died in battle. All she remembers of her real past is her name; Blaze. She believes she is so named for the firey color of her mane, and perhaps it was the reason her mother named her such. But should she ever remember, the sheer irony of her name would surely not be missed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 3:38 am
 Name: Dancer Meaning: ..... Gender: Male Species: Lossen Personality: Likes: Dislikes: Family:
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