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 Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:06 pm
[cert]
- ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ -
A bloody hatchet rusts and rots,
Now he who lifts it will be cut down,
Not by the blade, but by plague.
- ＡＬＩＧＮＭＥＮＴ -
The Sun (Male)
This journal is for Chrystali and their Plague-- please do not post here without their permission!
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:50 pm
01. Introduction
02. Index & Rules
03. The Logs
04. The Plague
05. The Hatchet
06. The Grimm
07. Family
08. History
09. Relationships : Django
10. Relationships : Tsura
11. Official Art
12. More Art
13. Stunteds
14. Requirements
15. Credits
Be nice.
Be literate.
Follow Gaia TOS.
Follow the shop rules.
Follow the Daisy Code.
Do not steal the art or ideas!
Do not post without permission.
If you receive permission, keep the post IC.
I reserve the right to add, remove or change any rule.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:50 pm
OOC
03-18-14 - Profile approved! The activity trial begins. Journal set up!
02-18-14 - Won the pitch for the hatchet! Began the profile!
IC
1414
- February - Tsura meets Blaithe in the library.
1410 - Achieving the rank of Seer, Tsura moves to Anica.
1405 - The murder weapon - a hatchet - is discovered to be Plagued.
1404 - Tsura imprints on a platinum fox, named Pali.
1403 - Nicolae contracts the Plague; Tsura beheads him in the forest; she becomes a Mage.
1400 - At fifteen, Tsura joins the Fellowship and becomes an Augur.
1396 - The Dalca family discovers Tsura's aperature is strong and causing her breathing difficulty.
1394 - Nine-year old Tsura starts 'reading' palms.
1393 - Luca is born.
1390 - Twins Nadya and Nicolae are born.
1385 - Tsura is born.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:50 pm
THE PLAGUE
Item: Hatchet
Name: Django
Gender: Male
Stage: Putesco, Inanimate
Keywords: Quiet, Reliable, Forward, Lonely, Selfish
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:50 pm
 It is one of three, unremarkable and indistinguishable from its brethren that its been separated from. The handle is well worn from years of use, the edges slightly indented in the vague shape of a small hand, sweat and repetitive motion leaving its mark. Despite its constant use, it's very well taken care of, the varnish still holding and the metal edge well sharpened with a whetstone. Well made from strong wood with clean wood grain, it's well balanced to its purpose of juggling and throwing. The metal was once clean and polished to a shine, certainly not immaculate, but given character by the strike marks that heralded its purpose.
The metal head grips tight to the wood, though it's possible the wood was swollen over climate and temperature changes. The head itself is stained and splattered in a frozen memory of that moment years ago, red aged into a dark wine color, where it can be seen -- mostly, it's lined in a liquid black that glimmers in the light, like a crude mimicry of the blood that was once there. It dribbles and is frequently changed in old cloth, but nothing really seems to hide the smell it emits. No manner of soft scents or perfumes can entirely disguise it, as though it refuses to be forgotten.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:50 pm
THE KEEPER
Name: Tsura Dalca
Age: 29
Faction: The Fellowship
Rank: Seer
Specialty: Familiarism with a secondary of Divination.
Region: Born in Imisus, initially trained at Freykeep, she took a solitary journey north to Anica, where she presently lives.
Personality:
The first thing one may learn about Tsura is that she is extraordinarily selfless and has a rather nasty habit of giving all to those who need and keeping none for herself, be it material items, food or less tangible things such as comfort and love. A life on the road and her mother's moral upbringing gave her the outlook to treat others as one might wish to be treated, giving her a very pay-it-forward attitude. Hand in hand with that is her stubborn optimism: optimistic even in the face of certain loss or defeat, but a stubbornness that will not acknowledge anything but a better tomorrow. Tsura likes to push those she knows - and sometimes, those she does not - to be better, to strive for happiness. Selfishly, it is how she attains her own peace of mind.
Though she is expected to be more demure than the males of her family, Tsura tends to favor spontaneity over a life of routine and safety. She's not afraid to bathe in the still waters of a lake on fear of being caught anymore than she would shy away from protecting what little she calls her own or her family. The eldest among two brothers and a tomboy sister has taught her less how to be a lady and more how to tussle and weave her words to reach her goals. She is very much a tough-love type of individual and though she may act impulsively or speak her mind against someone else's opinion, she never laces her words nor actions with ill intent. Tsura may have wrestled with her brothers but she also learned how to coddle and put them in their place when the need presented itself. It's a mutually beneficial skill that has taught her how to play rough and love truly.
Tsura is not the portrait of a lady, in practice or ideal, but she will remind you that she is woman enough. She is rather outspoken in her thoughts and opinions, though it's mostly kept outside of polite company or professional ventures; if she should hear something offensive in passing in a marketplace or catch gab on the road, she's not afraid to speak her mind. Knowing when to keep her mouth shut is one small blessing she possesses; if she needn't, however, there is very little filter between her mouth and her mind. Tsura knows well to give respect where respect is due, but be damned if she wont make you work for that respect in genuine. With the exception of ranked officials in the Fellowship, her concept of titles and inherited worth are quite minimalist. It can make her come off as flippant at times, but she hardly means to be malicious about it.
Since the hatchet has come into her possession, Tsura has suffered infrequent but vivid nightmares that seem to haunt her since the hatchet's acquisition. It doesn't stain her every hour nor every day and she hardly feels remorse for granting her brother a swifter end than the plague would have allowed (other than the obvious 'murdering' thing), but knowing what the hatchet is, knowing what it may become...it plagues her. Tsura's greatest fear is that it will in some way resemble her brother, and she'll have to face the decision they both made every day until she can meet him again in her own passing.
Appearance: Dark ringlets frame her face, stray flyaways not uncommon as the rest of her mid-back length hair is mostly confined beneath her white turban. Her eyes are eternal autumn: a soft sage green with a modest warm walnut brown closest to her pupil, the iris flecked with chocolate. Her face is handsome, square of jaw and high of cheekbones, the bridge of her slender nose curved subtly above full lips. Her skin is a flawless hazelnut, all 5'6" of her height healthy and curvy.
Asides:
- Tsura has a tendency to coin nicknames for those she's fond of, often after some form of animal. She favors 'my dove' as a strong endearment.
- In these difficult times, Tsura has learned how to make a meal out of almost anything. It may not taste good, but you wont go hungry around her.
- She's very resourceful. Be it making the most out of an animal killed for hunt or coming up with a solution on the fly, Tsura doesn't like to waste commodity or time.
- Though she doesn't do it in public - or even in close company, for the most part - she's a fair singing voice on her. She often hums while doing menial tasks and sometimes, when she's trying to bridge the gap between herself and Django, she sings a soft lullaby her mother once sung for her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:50 pm
Pali, Daddy Dalca, Momma Dalca, Nadya, Nicolae, Luca
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:50 pm
HISTORY
Tsura was born in Imisus in 1385, a third generation Sumadji* to parents who only knew the way of the road. Her mother a spirited palm-reader, her father a performer, Tsura was never lacking for entertainment and was raised with the encouragement to be anything she wanted to be and to let her big imagination thrive. Life was perfectly normal for the little girl, her home being a modest sized and well decorated wagon, her yard being wherever the road took her. She had some difficulties with breathing that gave her parents a scare, but despite her seemingly weak lungs, she thrived. In 1390, the Dalca family welcomed identical twins Nadya and Nicolae. The twins changed Tsura's role of happy-go-lucky to protective daughter, taking it upon her young self to watch over the twins while her mother worked and inform her parents (with all due seriousness) if the two did so much as burp.
In 1393, her baby brother Luca was born, and Tsura very nearly had her 8-year old hands full of being a good big sister, learning how to play nice with the twins and be more proactive in tending to baby Luca. Within a year, she began to show a strong interest of her mother's work, the likes of which thrilled both of her parents; before she was nine, she was already being taught the mystique of palm reading. Her first client had quite a shock, however, when the small nine-year old girl took their hand, peered at their face rather than palm and spoke of things that should not have been known. It would be three more years before the Dalca family were in a mage-friendly city and she read the palm of a magic user in her specific way, prompting the mage in turn to divulge that Tsura's difficulties in breathing came from having a powerful aperture in the upper part of her chest. Believing that her power lay in Divination, the family moved on, and Tsura continued to 'read.'
By the time she was 15, Tsura began to become restless, having difficulties with focusing on 'reading' and experiencing more difficulties in her health. Having dodged being arranged into marriage and getting bored of catering to the same clientele, she insisted she be properly schooled in her abilities and formally join the Fellowship. Her parents offered resistance, but the girl's mind was made, and despite her family's wishes, she enrolled where they were at the time in their travels -- Freykeep. For a time, her family lingered, hoping Tsura would change her mind and return, but the teen was stubborn and driven. Dabbling in the magics she was able to be taught in until something clicked, it was discovered that her true strength was in Familiarism and not Divination as she'd been lead to believe; she had ability in it, to be sure, but it was not her strength. It also was the reason she was having difficulty breathing, as her aperature was in need of proper channeling and was beginning to give her side effects. Relieved and thrilled beyond belief, Tsura became an official Augur, and began her studies in earnest. Her family moved on, and Tsura flourished.
Every year, the Dalca family would visit Freykeep and Tsura would spend some time with them, excitedly sharing her progress and listening in turn to what the siblings had most recently accomplished or a good haul they made in the city. Such was the case for three years, until a time came when only three days after they'd left the Headquarters, the family returned upon Nicolae's wild insistence of having forgotten something important there. Pulling Tsura aside, the 15-year old boy solemnly asked if his big sister had any healing spells. Thinking one of their parents was sick, she softly said she did not, but she could get someone who did. Nicolae fervently declined and, in his desperation, pulled down his high collar and showed her a trio of rust colored boils on his neck. She understood then why she couldn't get someone else: he had the Plague, and there was nothing she could do to help him.
They spirited away to the woods around the Headquarters, trying to decide what to do. Unfortunately, the boy was far wiser than his years let on, knowing that his condition would endanger his family if it hadn't already and that there was only a few days of agony in his future before he became another causality. Tsura tried to think of every out she could, but the leveled gaze of her little brother said it all, though he wasn't content to leave it to silent understanding. Nicolae had been a gifted juggler and had impeccable aim; he'd tried to teach Tsura how to use his hatchets, once, but it hadn't quite worked out the way either of them had hoped. Now, he handed her one of his prized hatchets, quietly saying she had to give him peace: if not for him, then for their family so they didn't all share the same fate. Tsura cried and pleaded with him to just speak with their parents, but he was resolute. He went so far as to threaten and try and handle it himself - which, of course, would not guarantee death, and certainly not a swift one - all but cornering Tsura. She was a woman of imagination and creativity, but she had her own time to be logical and it was now: she could spare her brother his suffering and her family falling prey to the Plague, or she could let him die in agony and spread his fate to them. Eyes heavy with tears, Tsura accepted the hatchet and had her brother lay on the painted sheet that was once the backdrop to his performance. She brokenly told him that she loved him and was terribly proud of him. He smiled at her with all the trust and love in the world.
Tsura was not strong nor skilled, despite her true aim. The first strike got stuck on his spine.
The second cleaved his head from his body.
It took the better part of an hour for Tsura to compose herself from her racking sobs and uncontrollable shaking, and by the time she had wrapped him in the sheet, a pale looking Nadya, supported by a confused Luca, found them. The stricken twin confessed that Nicolae had first asked her to 'help' him, but she couldn't do it. The three remaining siblings gathered the remains of Nicolae and built a modest pyre for him some ways from Freykeep, sharing stories of the deceased youth well into the dawn. Tsura wondered if the mages might have known what she'd done, but none ever appeared, and it wasn't until the three were tiredly heading back that they ran into their parents, wrought with worry. Nadya told Tsura to get back to the Keep, and though she wanted to be responsible and explain things, she was still in shock, nodding numbly and leaving the somber twin and silent Luca to tell their parents what happened. Almost as a second thought, Tsura picked up the bloody hatchet on her way back, hiding it against her lightly spattered attire. Once safely in her room with only a few cursory inquiries and an assurance of just having dealt with an injured squirrel, she hid the hatchet away, wrapped in her bloody garments. That day, she became a full fledged Mage, and was also the last time she'd see her family for seven years. It was the worst day of her life.
Tsura threw herself into her training with abandon. Sharing lodgings with her mentor proved to be an impressive deterrent of her having to face and rationalize what she'd done. She continued to push forward, making leaps and bounds of progress, imprinting a platinum fox as her Familiar (fondly named Pali) and finding a much needed friend in the canine's company. Her hunger for knowledge and understanding of what she was and the power she wielded was her inspiration, gaining her missions where she could prove her favor and loyalty, putting to use all she had been taught with her already shrewd mind. Only once did she think to try and dispose of the hatchet, and it was then that she discovered the item was Plagued. For one blissful moment, she'd been in awe, wondering what would be born of an item so beloved and sentimental, until the memory of how it came into such a state prompted her to stifle a sound of dismay and hide it under her bed rather than stowed away. She couldn't throw it away now and she didn't want it to sully what little she owned; not only was it all she had left of Nicolae, but it was Plagued, brought to such a state by the blood of her deceased brother. Tsura selfishly wanted to keep the memory of her brother alive, but she did not want to think of what it could become. The fear of it resembling him became a very real fear, one she tried to press to the back of her mind once more.
At twenty-five, Tsura became a Seer, a soldier of the Fellowship, unarguably one of her proudest moments. It was only a few days after that she saw her family for the first time in seven years, the reunion heartfelt but strained: her parents were getting older and tired, Nadya had become rebellious and reclusive and Luca seemed to be the only glue holding them together. Nothing was said of what happened to Nicolae; in fact, it seemed the reason they'd been absent so long was due to closed roads from the Plague's spread. Tsura had no idea if her parents knew she was Nicolae's end, and when she lightly mentioned his belongings, her father fell silent and her mother said simply that his murderer had to deal with the guilt, even if they were never apprehended. Nadya only glanced to Tsura, leaving her perplexed as to what was actually said to their parents all those years ago. She felt only a small twinge of guilt, knowing she might have been able to prevent most of their heavy airs, but telling herself firmly she'd done all she could. There was more she'd have to do with the Plagued item beneath her bed, the likes of which she didn't wish upon any of them. That secret was one she would keep.
After they left, Tsura decided she no longer wished to stay at Freykeep - the memories were proving difficult to quell once they started to return forcefully - and with leave granted, she gathered the Plagued hatchet and Pali and moved to Anica. She spends her days studying, training with Pali, trying to earn the favor of the Oracles and dwelling over the hatchet, looking at it more and more with the anxious uncertainty of when it would bear life...
* The Panymese equivalent of Romani.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:51 pm
STAGE I > STAGE II
☑ Set up journal (Fill out all of the required information or you won't be able to grow your Plague!)
☑ 1 mission (MUST join an alliance (Fellowship, Imperial Guard, House, Council))
☐ 2 RPs or solos
STAGE II > STAGE III
☐ Staff constantly reviews your preparedness for growth
☐ 1 meeting with the Plague Doctor (PRP)
☐ 1 mission
☐ 1 complete plot arc. This must be approved by a staff member.
STAGE III > STAGE IV
Personality:
Django is...quiet. It's almost a condition more than a trait, to the point it's worth questioning if the Plague is mute. He generally prefers to communicate in straight yes-or-no gestures, pointing if a choice must be made and often staring in baffled silence if someone doesn't get the hint and continues to ask questions at length. When he does find his voice, it tends to be halting and just as quiet as his nature, as though his words form with difficulty and fear being heard. He is very pointed and forward in his speech and intent, not wanting to waste the effort of trying if it'll just be lost; it does pose a problem, whenever, when his voice is low and doesn't always carry easily. The exception to this is when someone can touch on a topic of interest for him; he may be more likely to speak up on such things, though still with some difficulty in clear speech for a time.
Given Tsura's lack of material items, Django has developed a tendency to crave and want to see and touch more of the fine things in life. He doesn't have to keep them, he just wants to experience the things in life that are absent in his daily existence. Where his Grimm studies and expands her own knowledge and power for the Fellowship, Django wishes to know more about the world around them, harking to the days when Tsura traveled with her family. If he's feeling particularly down or restless, he'll inquire for a story, in which Tsura will oblige with a tale of her life on the road. Django loves a good story, and believes his Grimm is full of them. Such tales of experience or even creative stories will often warm him up to the speaker much quicker.
In the company of his Grimm, Django makes very little noise, offering little proof to his existence, which counter-acts with Tsura's wishes. Indeed, he is stalwart and idle, rarely moving when put in a certain place, trying to avoid distressing Tsura further for 'misplacing' him. His constant presence and dependability to be where she needs him gives him the airs of being reliable, something he doesn't quite understand early on but develops a knack of as time progresses and he sees the darkness behind Tsura's bright eyes. Because he is quiet - because he is stationary - Django sometimes feels a little less than himself. There's a sadness that clings to him, a residual of his Grimm's feelings towards him and his own uncertainty in just how to handle it or make it right.
In the presence of others, he's only slightly less reserved, his inquisitive nature into the lives of others often winning out. Django has a great love of bright and colorful things, though he doesn't feel the desire to don himself with equal colors or flashy wares; he simply admires and if the situation is right, he collects small items such as colorful balls of thread and marbles to pour over in his own time. Unlike Tsura, he rather enjoys collecting things - having things that are his - and while he's not quite a pack rat, he does acquire quite the collection of color. Those he adds to his collection are often his most choice pieces, as he can be quite picky what he adds to his hoard. When Tsura finds it, she jokingly calls him her little dragon, hoarding his treasure ("Why not a magpie?" he asked, quizzical to her choice of animal to represent. "Why be something common when you are anything but?" she countered, a small show of kindness in her words.).
In the short term: The little Plague will learn to try and cheer Tsura up and chase the shadows from her eyes, a selfish gesture born purely from the desire for her to look at him without the sadness and the deeply repressed fear. Django takes to the activities of Tsura's family, juggling small items such as grapes and thimbles, or displaying feats of balance by crossing from table to sink upon a few strands of thread. He will 'find his voice,' and though he will still be quiet as a whole, he wont struggle with words as much and will engage in more communication for himself as well as his Grimm. Hopefully, he'll make some friends (or at least, allies) who might teach him that the life he leads with Tsura isn't exactly normal and that there's more than he realizes.
In the long term: He will begin to form his own hobbies, likes and dislikes, even if they don't coincide with Tsura's. Moreover, he'll learn that it's okay and even healthy for that to happen. In many ways, he will surpass Tsura in wisdom and will need to teach her a few lessons about life as it is and not as it ideally ought to be. As Django grows and learns a sense of self rather than expectation of what he should and could be, he will break out of his 'I must please Tsura shell. His growth quest will very likely involve his attempts to rattle his Grimm and confront her about her fear of the past, himself and her own sense of morality so he might live outside the shadow of a dead brother.
Likes: Colorful items, tall tales, traveling, most animals (he and Pali are practically best friends), the smell of burning wood on a cold night, music (mostly string instruments).
Dislikes: Slowness in actions, being alone, being restrained, tangles, things being too tidy and well kept (he feels awkward about it when he himself is more of a controlled chaos type).
Quirks: Claustrophobic, musically inclined, detail-orientated, works well with his hands.
Hobbies: As a Plague, he likes to juggle, balancing acts (tight rope walking, splinters with thimbles on top on his brow, etc), 'drawing' by putting his hands in charred wood and applying it to a clean surface, whittling branches with a small piece of scrap metal. When he grows, he'll expand on his whittling into full on carpentry from dead wood and carving from pliable branches, singing wordlessly (sometimes nonsensical, sometimes mimicking sounds - think a capella), mending that which is broken.
Relationship with Tsura: Sadness, great sadness. Django mistakes Tsura's attempt at hiding her feelings to be some sort of contempt or dislike of his presence rather than what he stands for. Through interactions with others, he'll learn to 'find his voice,' in a way, and speak to Tsura about what he is interpreting. When the truth is out, then he can begin to mature and help Tsura in ways she can't help herself: to grieve and let her brother go.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2014 7:51 pm
 Plague Doctor © Rookeries
Django Official Art © Rookeries
Tsura & Django [Character] © Chrystali
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