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 Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 7:04 am
Ahnmik is depicted in art as a white falcon diving through sky and sea alike, and his domain is power.
It is control.
It is magic.
In the beginning the people of the world worshiped the dual powers Anhamirak and Ahnmik. Anhamirak is the granter of life, light, love and all manner of beauty; her greatest gift to her people was free will. And as all things must, she had an opposite. Ahnmik is one who can grant sleep, and peaceful silence along with great power. He was not an evil god, but with power came force, and so while Anhamirak gave this world freedom and equality, Ahnmik’s gifts included bondage and mastery.
Many who worship Anhamirak believe the Goddess grants free will and fear the power of Ahnmik. The Falcon's, however, believe that Ahnmik has a gentle side, just as Anhamirak has a violent one. One must only learn how to wield such power and one Falcon; the White Lady, Empress Cjarsa did just that. But not only did the woman learn the steps of Ahnmik and teach them to those who would follow her, the White Lady used the magic's blessed upon her to raise the Falcon's Ivory City from the sea.
A city so beautiful and full of magic that to its inhabitants the roads and walls seem to sing with the Prayers of Ahnmik, the Ivory marble glistening with rainbow colors, the words of those prayers. In the City Center one could not deny the beauty of the island just as those who arrive at the harbour cannot deny its crystalline majesty. There are five towers at the highest point of the Ivory City- the Yenna'Marl, three towers which house the three levels of the 'Empress's Mercy', the Tower of Ecl whose halls house those who have fallen into the still, black waters of nothingness- the Shm'Ecl. Last, but absolutely not least, is the Royal House, home to the Empress and the Royal Falcons.
The Royal House if made up of five Falcons, the Empress Cjarsa, a Gyrfalcon, who rarely grants an audience and her heir Araceli, a Peregrine, who rules the Ivory island from day to day. Syfka, the Aplomado, is right hand to both the Empress and her Heir, often speaking for them when they are otherwise engaged as well as handling any business off the island. Servos, a Merlin, serves as guide and protector over those who dwell within the halls of Shm'Ecl. The last of the Royal Falcons is Nicias, Heir to the Heir, grandson to Araceli.
(For those of you who have read the series this thread takes place after Wyvernhail, but with Hai and Nicias having chosen to return to Ahnmik. For those of you who have not read the books please feel free to join in anyway and even contact me for more detailed info about the series ^_^ )
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 7:14 am
There is no written history of how the Falcon people came to be, there is only the stories passed down from generation to generation and the feathers upon every falcon's nape that gives proof to their existence. As well as the majestic Falcon's form, from Gyrfalcon to Merlin, that is as natural as the legs and arms they normally wear.
As much of Ahnmik's magic is rooted in stillness, the Falcon people possess timeless beauty with fair skin tones and blonde locks. Their eyes can be any shade from sapphire to blue-green, as well as silver and sometimes violet. Their hair usually develops blue, indigo, violet and even silver streaks as they get more familiar with their magic. (The un-dyed strands of hair are always pinned back, allowing the colored ones to be seen more clearly).
Like real birds, the Falcon people have extremely efficient respiratory systems, with body temperatures much higher than those of ordinary humans. All Falcon's are capable of assuming a Demi-form where they retain human shape while sprouting their wings and, unless ordered otherwise by the Empress or her Heir, will always wear their wings upon their backs within the Ivory City. Only Falcons with unstable magic are forever forbidden to wear their wings openly. (These would be Quemak{Mongrel} or Ka'jaes{born without magic} falcons.)
The Falcon's value Music, Art and Storytelling along with Dance but above all else they value Children. As Pure Falcon children are rare due to the powerful magic that courses through every Falcon's veins and Protects their beautiful city. Ahnmik's magic is powerful enough to destroy it's user, if she cannot control it. Most Falcon children begin to study their magic almost before they can walk, just to keep it from killing them. However, the Royal Falcon's use their magic innately so the threat of death is less immanent, but the possibility of children is even more unlikely. Most Falcon Children are born Pure Diamond{Falcon's who learn their magic too young, Often 'Disturbed' and bound by Royal magic to keep them safe}, Quemak, Ka'jaes or even mortal. ( Any mortal child born on the island is exiled to the main land and left in the hands of their own kind.) To avoid such things the Empress has decreed that no Falcon shall mate outside of its own kind. (Ex. Peregrine with Peregrine, Aplomado with Aplomado)
Falcon culture is strongly dictated by tradition, with an emphasis on respect to one's elders, the Royal Family and the Empress's Mercy. Socially, the Falcon's are open, rarely shying away from their emotions which can often find ones self at the hands of the White Lady's Mercy. The Falcon Royal's can be rather flippant, often condemning one soul for an offence that another may commit regularly. (It often depends on Their current mood or level of favour for the offender). And for this reason most Falcons err on the side of caution.
The Royal Falcons:
-la'Ona'la (The Empress):
~Shm' Ahnmik' Ona' la' Cjarsa~
-Aona'la (Heir):
~Shm'Ahnmik' Aona' la' Araceli~
-Aona' ra' (Heir to the Heir):
~Shm'Ahnmik' Aona'ra' la' Nicias~
-Shm'Ahnmik'la' Servos'mana'Ecl
(OPEN)
-Shm'Ahnmik'la' Syfka
(OPEN)
The Empress's Mercy (Guard) :
-Indigo Choir:
~Commander:(OPEN)
(ex.Shm'Ahnmik' la Amy'' leona'jaes'oisna'ona'saniet
-Amy Commander of the Indigo Choir, of the Empress's Mercy)
~Members:
jaes'oisna'ona'saniet
-Silver Choir:
~Commander(OPEN)
(ex. Shm'Ahnmik'la Alex ' leona'jaes'mael'a'ona'saniet
-Alex Commander of the Silver Choir, of the Heir's Mercy)
~Members:
jaes'mael'a'ona'saniet
- Black Choir
~Commander:(OPEN)
(ex. Shm'Ahnmik' la James' leona' jaes'norvio'ra'ona'ra'saniet
-James Commander of the Black Choir, of the Heir to the Heir's Mercy)
~Members:
jaes'norvio'ra'ona'ra'saniet
{All other characters and character profiles can be found in the Ivory City OOC/Profile Thread }
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 7:16 am
The Rules
1. Follow Gaia T.O.S.
2. I am in charge and what I say goes.
3. Have Fun!
4. No Godmoding/auto hitting or killing off other character's without the player's consent.
5. PM all Profiles to me. Title: Ahnmik.
6. Please use the Ivory City OOC/Profile Thread to discuss any plotting or what have you. xP
Character Reserve:
(For the Royal Falcons and Mercy Commanders)
[b]Name:[/b] Ex) Amy Stormwind
[b]Title:[/b] Ex) [i]Shm'Ahnmik' la'[/i]Amy[i]'leona'jaes'oisna'ona'saniet[/i]
[b]Headshot:[/b] Lem'me see that pretty face. xP
Profile Skeleton:
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[color=PostingColor1][b]Title:[/b][/color][color=PostingColor2]What Does the Empress call you? Ex) [i]Shm'Ahnmik' la'[/i] Amy[i]'leona'jaes'oisna'ona'saniet[/i][/color]
[color=PC1][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]What cha Look like?[color=PC2] [i](Please add any distinguishing marks that are not in your image)[/i][/color]
[color=PC1][b]Character Name:[/b][/color][Color=PC2]What'd your Mamma Name ya?[/color]
[color=PC1][b]Nick Name:[/b][/color][color=PC2]What do your friends call ya?[/color]
[color=PC1][b]Age:[/b][/color][color=PC2]Your How old?[/color]
[color=PC1][b]Sex:[/b][/color][color=PC2]Yes, Please! xD (Gender)[/color]
[color=PC1][b]Feathers:[/b][/color][color=PC2]Gyrfalcon,Peregrine,Aplomado or Merlin?[/color]
[color=PC1][b]Job/Position/Craft:[/b][/color][color=PC2]What do you do for a living?[/color]
[Color=PC1][b]Weapons:[/b][/color][color=PC2]What cha packin'?[/color]
[color=PC1][b]Bio:[/b][/color][color=PC2]What's your Story? (Please have at least One[1] Paragraph)[/color]
[color=PC1][b]UserName:[/b][/color] [color=PC2][b]Your Username.[/b][/color]
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 7:21 am
Shun of Blackwood ~Shm'Ahnmik' la' Keiran~ Keiran regarded the reluctant prince of Ahnmik with a cool indifference. He was bound to follow the young man's orders if he gave them, but his loyalty was to the Golden Lady, first and foremost, and he would reluctantly obey any commands given by this child. He stood calmly and waited as Nicias gave his response to the summons, asking annoying needless questions. Keiran merely shrugged in response to the prince, and waited for him to forget his question and return to the Lady with him. Seeing no such event forth coming, he responded,
" My Lady's will is that you present yourself. Beyond that I know not, Sir."
Keiran allowed no impatience to cross his features as he waited for the peregrine to make up his mind and do the right thing and go with him to see Araceli. (( I apologize for the delay, my brain was practically unable to conceive writing for a small period of time)) AmazingTentacleFox Shippy  Nicias Silvermead
Shm'Ahnmik' Ra'ona'ra'Nicias
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Waking up to the unfamiliar white ceiling, Nicias almost thought this was all a dream. The falcon prince had never been one to want to stay here, surrounded by the walls of the Ivory City. He was a man of the Wyvern City and her rugged beauty. Was there a reason for him to be here? Right now, as his eyes traced the indigo and silver patters in the walls and ceiling, he wasn't sure.
Or was he?
Nicias was the reluctant falcon prince, and as such he also carried within his body the falcon magic. But unlike other falcons in this city, Nicias had only recently learned to control it to a certain extent. The memories of pulling Hai from Ecl flashed before his eyes for a moment. There was so much he still had to learn, but it wasn't like he had any ambition for it. Nicias just wanted to be able to protect those around him, and him being untrained would put them all at risk. Even himself. Falcon magic was like a double edged sword; if he gave in, something bad would soon follow.
So that was why he was back here, at least that's what he was still telling himself.
The other reason would be Hai. So long as the black falcon with cobra blood was here, he was certain to stay.
Getting up and getting dressed, Nicias left his room, the wings of his demi form graced his back and shoulders; the wings of the peregrine. Out on the streets, Nicias secretly enjoyed walking through the white city and had planned to take his time walking to the sandy shore, but his peaceful walk was interrupted.
A soft cough pulled the falcon from his thoughts.
Slowly turning, Nicias made eye contact with Keiran. "What does Ara-- the Lady want with me?" he managed to catch himself before he called her by name. He had been away from the Ivory City long enough to have drifted back into the less informal speech he was accustomed to in Wyvern City.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Fly With Grace▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬   Jaceen  ~Shm'Ahnmik'la' Hai 'mana'Ecl~
She'ka'hena
O'she'ka'hena-a'she'ka'hena A falcon's shriek echoed silently around Hai as a stark white bird circling above banked and dove through the black nothingness, breaking through a floor of ice that spidered beneath the woman's feet. With only enough time to shield her eye's, the black ice beneath her feet cracked and sent Hai tumbling into the cold black waters below; the shards of ice cutting deeply as glass. She cried out at the pain, but no sound passed her lips. There was nothing here, no sound, no light.
Nothing.
la' aase' Ecl - My Beautiful Ecl
Hai wanted nothing more then to surrender to those still black waters and swim them as she had done many times before, but she knew if she let go of herself now she would never find her way back. Willing herself to breath, Hai allowed those black waters to fill her lungs and begin to choke the life from her. It was pain she sought after, pain that would bring her back to the Ivory City.
And just as she slipped through her lovers icey black fingers and fell upon hot sands , Hai felt the press of cold steel against her throat only it was not Her throat. Looking through strange eyes, Hai set her gaze upon the man at the other end of the sword and hissed, pulling herself onto her feet and away from the hawk prince before her.
She did not want to see this, did not want to know. Hai shut her eyes and wrenched herself away from the Sakkri, spilling onto her hands and knees. Breathing heavily, Hai gripped at the white sands beneath her and prayed silently to Ahnmik that what she saw was past and neither present nor future.
We are not
We never were; We never will be  Jaceen  ~Shm'Ahnmik' Aona'la' Araceli~
Without Wings we cannot Fly Growing impatient, Araceli began to pace through the city center, her agitation as visible as her indigo streaks and inadvertently causing the other Falcon's to give the Lady a wide berth. It was well known that the Pergrine did not like been kept waiting, but her impatience seemed to be fueled by more then just having to wait on a Falcon she had summoned. In truth Araceli's impatience was seeded in a very unwelcome longing for her son and thus forcing her to crave the presence of her only grandchild and reluctant heir, Nicias.
Araceli knew in her heart that Nicias may never forgive her for the secrets he had learned upon his last visit to Ahnmik or for her attempts to persuade the boy to stay, though such persuasions had not been done by her own hand. Araceli simply wished to correct a mistake she had made many years ago. It was clear that Nicias had no wishes to sit upon the Ivory Cities throne but with his return, Araceli hoped he would in time change his mind and stay upon the Island even if he stayed only as her grandson. Though a small part of her believed that eventually Ahnmik would capture his heart and persuade him to take his place as her heir. After all Nicias would always be her heir in the eyes of the falcons of Ahnmik, he needed only to accept it for himself.
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