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 Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 9:27 pm
Intro
'Ello. This is a small quest thread for the Polveki Spirit that I am trying to obtain. Of course I'm still working out the kinks of the quest, so feel free to criticize anything you read in this thread. =3
1. The Polevik
2. Basic spirit info
3. His past life
4. Appearance & Personality
5. Pictures
6. Guardian Info
7. Other Family
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 9:29 pm
The Polevik
-A Slavic spirit of the field;
- The spirit of the field, as 'Pole' means field. The appearance of the Polevik was described differently in every region. Some saw him as a human man 'dressed in white'. Others saw him as having a black body and two eyes of different colors.
Just like Leshy (Spirit of the forest), Polevik enjoyed leading people astray. The Polevik strangled drunken Slavs that slept in his field, instead of working.
-The Polevik served as grain guardians, ruthlessly dealing with lazy farmers, and trespassers into their fields of wheat. Terrible tales were told around hearth-fires of their harsh and blood-thirsty nature, and of the peril a slothful farmer faced.
-The Polevik are surprisingly attractive, given their violent disposition, with the males resembling handsome, rugged and slender men, with hair and beard of green young wheat. The female Polevik (Poludnitsa) resemble beautiful and wholesome Slavic women, with hair of golden wheat straw. Both carry a razor-sharp sickle, dagger or knife (real or chimerical) at all times. The Polevik favor rugged rural clothing.
Very little is given on the Polevik spirit. Still looking for information.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 9:30 pm
Name: Marcuciet (Mar-coo-set)
Gender: Male
Abilities:-Weapon Calling: Can manifest and control sickles, knives, and other such weapons from small shadows that appear at will. (usually small wispy shadows that pool at his feet when aggravated.)
-Plant Orientation: Able to quicken the growth of grains; Can coax crop, field grass, or vines to animate for only a small period of time.
-Camouflage: He can camouflage himself in small fields, or even un-mown lawns of grass if he lays down flat enough, using his Polevik ability. He must keep his eyes closed though, because it’s the only way someone can identify his presence when he’s hiding.
Race/Species/Element: Polevik
Hair and eye colors: Hair: Unruly, yet sleek, green hair.
Eyes: Left eye orange, right eye purple.
Distinctive Marks: -Marks: Black patches (grow in size through age) on hands, arms, legs, and face.; almost looks like a disease. Elongated nails.
General likes and dislikes: -Likes - Plants, poultry, rain, confusing others, exploring, knives.
Dislikes - Lazy people, hypocrites, cities, guns, fighting without a weapon on person.
((can fight with fists, but gets nervous without an ultimate line of defense. This is mostly due to past life. His first true semi-mastering of ability comes when he’s in a fight with no weapon, almost gets sliced, and snatches a knife out of the shadows forming at his feet and throws it at the oppressor on reflex. The other gets away with only a few gashes. But Marcus gets in a lot of trouble by Shira and the Police.))
Hobbies: -Dagger throwing, gardening, tricking others, messing w/Shira's things, sharpening his weapons.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 9:32 pm
Information on their previous life: Summary to be written.
A Snippet of his Death - (Marcus’s past name was Celvet)
It had been years since Celvet was born unto the world, and had shown the first human whom came to him, dying from hunger and thirst, how to cultivate the land and thrive. How long ago it had been since that day, Celvet did not remember. But he known from that day he’d taken a responsibly by opening his world to the humans. And that he must keep balanced and peace between his world and them.
The golden wheat field shone with a golden-orange light, the sky a mix of autumn’s colors and a tinge of pink hovering right above the horizon. The sun was setting, and so was another day of hard work in the fields. ‘Or at least for some.’ Celvet turned his head from the breathtaking view to the body lain at his feet.
Once again, he’d caught another slacker drunk off his bum and lying about in the fields-when he SHOULD’VE been doing his job diligently like the rest. Coincidently, this had been the same man he’d found drunk during the job just last week. Celvet had been merciful then, hoping the man would change. Humans were such confusing and difficult creatures,. They were often changing their minds, going this way and that, never sticking to one solution. Celvet had decided to maybe give this man a chance. The humans were getting edgy from his ‘no-chance’ slaughters of lazy hypocrites. He’d thought the humans would appreciate him getting rid of the worthless; but then again, humans were such confusing, difficult creatures.
So he’d let up on the killings and given the lazy men a single chance, only taking their clothes and whatever else they possessed instead of their lives, and dragged them out into the main road for them to be discovered by someone else. Hopefully they would shape up then.
But not this one. This was his second time. And Celvet had had it.
Celvet’s eyes darkened as the sky did the same, and he manifested his large sickle out of the shadows. “I am sorry Sir,” Celvet spoke evenly, “there is no room for laziness in a time like this. You are only wasting our time and resources.” He lifted the sickle above his head and raised the man to his level. “It’s not as if I enjoy this,” he spoke to the man as if he were listening, “but I have my duty to protect this village. If you were doing yours, you would understand.” And with that Celvet began to bring his hand down.
“NOW!!”
The Polevik had turned just before he delivered his death blow upon the drunken man to see a net thrown over his head. “What?!” He yelled in outrage. Men came from all sides, farmers by the looks of them. The ones he thought had already left to their homes.
Celvet roared underneath the net, tearing at it with his claws only to have two more thrown over him, and staked into the ground. The Crops around them thrashed in turn with the Polevik, as if mimicking his actions.
“What is this?” Celvet demanded.
One husky man walked up and stood in front of the rest. Celvet knew of this one. He was the hardest worker out in the fields. Celvet admired and often commended the man with rewards of a faster growth in crops. Was he turning against him? Why?
“For the past hundred years you have been terrorizing our fields, demon spirit.” The man’s voice bellowed. Celvet’s eyes grew wide with rage at the accusation. “And the community has agreed to finally put an end to your senseless killing. We‘ve been finally allowed to put this madness to rest.”
“How DARE you!” The wind blew across the fields and the crops went into a frenzy. The men backed away at Celvet’s outburst. Celvet’s eyes were livid, his hair on end and the shadows slowly leaking out from his body. “Stupid humans! I protect you, provide you with ways to survive, and this is how you repay me? With insolence?” He snarled.
The men had grown frightened, and were quickly regretting what they had done, except for their leader. “Stand your ground!” The head farmer yelled. “We must kill him! Now!”
Celvet sprung into action at the command. The shadows surrounding his body quickly formed into a hundred daggers, and aimed at all the farmers surrounding him. A few cut the ropes from around him as the rest flew towards the men. Some of them ran, while some tried to fight off the attacking objects. Soon there was blood everywhere on the field. The last of the men were quickly falling as Celvet showed no sign of coming down from his rage. He didn’t even notice when the largest farmer, the one from before who commanded the rest, came behind with a torch.
Celvet heard a crunch and turned a second to late. Soon fire consumed his whole body. Where had that fire come from? Who did this? Why have they turned on me? Never again. How dare they? Pain. All of this ran through Celvet’s head as he ran around the field in agony, burning the fields in the process. Anyone who had been their that day to rid of the Polevik died, whether it be by Celvet‘s hand, or them caught in the flames. For there was no chance of escape. Celvet vowed never to forgive the humans. He was the only one he could trust to do things just. His death had been the final conviction for him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 9:34 pm
Overall appearance: Relatively short for her gender: 5”5 by his adulthood. Long green sleek hair, like grass, two different colored eyes, white clothing with pale skin and black patches.
Physical description From Wand-Adult: -Wand - A braid of wheat stalks from different growths.
-Baby Ghost - The smoke emitting from the wand is a greenish hue.
-Baby - His eyes are a grayish tint and slightly hollow looking; they have not yet changed color. His skin a pale peachy color and his hair is an array of short, messy green locks. There’s a small dot near the corner of his left eye; looks like a beauty mark. His nails on his fingers and toes are black.
-Toddler - His hair has grown to his ears and in front of his eyes. His skin is now paler. The black from his nails have now spread to create small patches on his fingers and toes. His left eye is tinged orange and his right purple.
-Kid - He’s still a short little thing. His hair is now wildly messy and grows just past his ears as well has started to tinge black, along with his arms and legs. The black patches have consumed up to his elbows and knees, and are now completely black with the patches stopping right above his joints. A single small patch has made itself known on his left cheek.
-Teenager- His hair has grown to skim his shoulders, and so he puts it in a loose ponytail that looks like a strange tuff behind his head. The patches on his arms and legs have ceased to grow since his kid stage, but the on his face has spread backwards towards his left ear and downwards towards his neck. His nails have also grown longer and sharper than normal nails, which are still black as night. His ears grow slightly pointy, and his eyes are their vibrant, separate colors now.
-Youth - Nothing really changes except his hair is longer, though he still wears it in a ponytail with hair framing his face. The patch on his face frames his left jaw and stays there. He’s finally gone through what Shira calls a "very late growth spurt", and reaches a 5"5 where he’ll probably stay.
-Adult- His hair’s grown out now, which in it’s high ponytail goes from it’s mid-back length to just brushing his backside. His bangs have separated and are slightly more dark. His nails have grown out into sharp claws he has to be careful off, and there’s always a very, very slight mist hovering around his hands and/or feet.
Overall myth personality: Hardworking, quick-tempered, apathetic, territorial, violent.
Personality from baby to adult: - Baby - As a baby Marcus hates to be left alone, if even for a second, as afraid of being abandoned. Although Marcus is an unnaturally silent baby, when left by himself his high-pitched wails can be heard from far away. He almost never sleeps, is clingy, fidgety, and quiet.
Toddler - Marcus has developed a temper, as well as an unnerving love for sharp objects. He isn’t very social, and tends to stray from large crowds. Because he’s so young and untrusting, he either he likes you, or he doesn’t.
If someone he doesn’t like (or someone is just plain annoying) does try to play with him, to get rid of you he’ll most likely start a game of hide and seek outside, and leave you to get lost while he goes elsewhere. He’s apathic, untrusting, and quick to judge.
Kid - He’s gained the ability to speak but rarely uses it. He engages in a conversation only when necessary, and dislikes those younger than him.
At this age Marcus has turned, and now prefers to left alone, only clinging to those he feels he can tolerate. Like any normal child, he loves to play with the nature outside.
But unlike any normal child however, playing also consists of throwing knives into the ground for enjoyment. His attraction for sharp objects cannot be contained. He’s now slightly violent, quiet, and anti-social.
Teen - Marcus has let down some barriers, but still has issues with trusting others. He will probably only have a few close friends, if any. His temper’s worse than ever now with his new pessimistic views, and will most than likely pull out his knife when harassed. He’ll spend a lot of time testing his new abilities, but you can normally find him tending to Shira’s small balcony garden with or without her. . His love for music has been peaked, and so he teaches himself to play certain instruments if he isn’t occupied with anything else. He’s hot-headed, rebellious, and troubled.
Youth - Marcus has not changed much since his teenage years. His quick-temper still gets him in tight situations from time to time, and he still has a knack for throwing others off with his words. Being anti-social has got him this far, but he’s slowly realizing that avoiding his problems and violence aren’t always the answer. He’s slightly more obedient and confused.
Adult - Marcus has matured, and with that has learned to control his fiery temper and urge for violence. He’s still untrusting, and will probably never be able to truly open up to anyone because of his past life. But he does learn to help, instead of hurt, using his abilities to protect instead fighting all the time. He’s now silent, wise, strict, and yet kind.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 10:08 pm
Pictures
Will be posted soon.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 10:09 pm
Guardian Info
To be put up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 10:10 pm
Family and Residents
To be posted.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 9:13 am
Ohohoho! Stamped, darlin!
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