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 Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 3:41 pm
Basic InfoZak is a dude, he considers himself to not really be a gypsy Rana is his german shepard (Fortunette) Dog they live under Rusting Canvas which is owned by Ki and her son VanDienthey do not have a banya because banyas are obnoxious and a big pretty bird would have a sucky time living underneath a wagon. they do not have a harkcall because I lost the last contest ______ Zak hates magic, it makes him freak out when things are obviously magical, for instance the half-animal fortunettes. this and inflicting violence upon him is what makes writing this character worthwhile to me. he cannot read. He is not well spoken. the accent comes out when I remember about it. he is not good with girls. his skills are all those that someone who has worked on a dairy farm all their life might have. he likes things to be reasonable and to be clean. Rana is a dog. she has the natural talents of a germanshepard; intelligence, diligence, judge of character, and a bounding sense of duty towards Zak, she wants to keep him safe and she wants him to be happy. they sleep under the wagon because there is no room in the wagon, it is warmer now that there are two of them. _____ and I am blatantly basing Zak off an old friend of mine only the real one is smart and stuff.  ^ that's him with the rock. Rana is a very dedicated dog, she used to be a leather collar with the word "Romana" scratched into it. I am basing her off some of the dogs in my life.  ^a picture of an adorable approximate doggy
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:30 am
Stuff/ ResourcesCowborrowed clothes bandages 49 couplets (20 cp spent on two things of marbled cloth for a shirt) (one plot coupon, sorry I lost the art) kep's stuff that zak is useingblankets Rusting Canvas (kep's wagon he is driving and sleeping under) draft horses Binky and Spot pots, pans, miscelenay a dog collar surprised  (not naymore)  boots, they'll need laces, but zak can handle that.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:41 am
history. (draft)
Zak was picked up off the side of the road by this band of gypsies and is currently living in rusting canvas with Keppet and the mole boy.
he has a bunch of miscellaneous half-healed injuries and seems to be bent on collecting more.
he left his home to find his fortune and breathe air laden with the fumes of only one cow, You Cow, who was stolen by the same people who ran him over and now he's with the gypsies, he's a little hazy on why he's here. he assumes in the back of his head that the gypsies are intent on turning him into an animal like these poor children he sees running around but hopes he's too old for it to stick particularly well.
most of the time he is simply not aware of the weird things that go on around him, this is because he does not want to be aware of all this illogical craziness. results in a sort of color blindness to magic it may be there and other people may be able to see it but unless he's under sme serious stress Zak wouldn't see anything out of the ordinary. and if he did he'd forget or rationalize it away.
because they've been friendly he ignores the strangeness of the women he's traveling with. he figures keeping a low profile is a good idea. long term goals are basically getting some chickens and possibly a cow because eggs and milk are right handy.
he has 7 brothers maybe more scene he left all, are younger than him, they are as follows from oldest to youngest: Jeffery, Kevin and Nevlle (twins), Trevor, Colin, Dusty, and Gart.
he has a huge family and extended family. I am making them up as I go along. I have yet to come up with a satisfactory last name for him.
he cannot read. being the oldest meant he has never had time to go to school. this is usually not that big of an issue but it is a simdge embarrassing.
in a nutshell
likes: lifting things, being useful, pretty girls (hurr), cows,
dislikes: complicated emotional situations, heights, written communication
hight: 5'5" yet built like a barn door with big shouldery shoulders.
skin: covered in freckles + farmers tan
eyes: brown
hair: also brown
clothes: is wearing a borrowed plaid shirt and non borrowed pants, does not wear shoes.
major life goals: pretty girls, land ownership, boredom, unbroken ribs,
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:44 am
activity log:
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stumbles into gypsy camp site, acts like a moron who's lost a lot of blood and his cow all in one go. burbles a bit and is taken in out of sheer desperation and with the aid of Ki, Caroline and a wheelbarrow.
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we reach Nerid isle. Zak and Tamlin lose fingers by playing with boothman.
Zak punches boothman in the throat
we go to jail.
Ki bails Zak out, gives him dog collar from Val, the heck?
Tam and Zak head back to caravan to grab instruments/spoons
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Zak is driving Ki's wagon across a gopher field
grooming antagonistic draft horses
making camp/dinner.
brown quiet girl is weird, pale less-quiet girl is also weird.
slapped in face by fish
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cleaning leather when Val stopps by.
that night: wakes up next to big giant dog
Yay! Rana the dog!
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Fridrik and Mǽja are painting their wagon, badly.
do you guys even know how to use primer?
the will work for food mentality comes into play again
Rana barks up a tree at an angry raccoon
seamstresses aren't all whores and Zak needs a needle and thread one before winter
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snooze wha?
oh look a party and dancing and no not the dancing
what a nice fire
baby is licked by Rana.
food cart is raided ransacked and pillaged by dog and man alike.
the hell is a paper plate?
the brown haired quiet girl is weird. shy and weird.
disposes of beads and retires to the relative normalcy of under the wagon, falls asleep to prophetic dreams.
Rana dreams of an otter who is an otter
Zak dreams of ice and danger
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in wagon rp with myself, breakfast and cheese.
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we're reading the right way, north way north north North!
man down man down!
sent out a rope
pulled him in, and got some boots, woo hoo boots!
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caluked the wagon and floated across with minimal incident
walked up to noncon apple game, oh gods, not that guy.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:25 am
new arts  from menelie for christmass *squeeee* old pictures are by me, top to bottom recent to old.  off to dig latrines or something, must have made that tunic himself out of the cloth nobody has sewn yet. the belt is "reclaimed" leather.  first drawing I ever did for this character.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:31 am
Zak and Rana's perspectives on other people
Zak: who's a good doggie?
Rana: I'm a good doggie!
Caroline:
put me in a wheelbarrow, has been nice to me but I do not remember quite how I got here.
Rojiza:
cute, but wont talk to me. did I bleed or her or something? and where did she learn to read? some thing weird about her but I fail to remember what it is. took my beads like they were made of something better than glass. weird.
Annjette:
seems a bit to sophisticated for the likes of us.
Ki:
landlady. object of universal fear and admiration.
mole boy:
Ki's kid, no idea what's up with him.keeps hanging out under the wagon in the daytime despite that he is allowed inside. bratty and in need of sunlight/friends his own age/chores
Tamlin:
Zak: Tam, we're jail buddies hur hur. hope she got her fingers back. they are sort of vital for music and stuff.
Rana: has and interesting animal that I would like to chase. seems ok.
Valeliedila
she runs this place, I think? better be nice anyway. gave me a collar, ehh he'll hang on to it for now. (crap, where did it go? damn kids stealing my stuff)
Baptiste
seems really really gay. he is the "poofter in the poofy shirt"
Zak does not like him. Rana does not like him by association.
Fridrik
Zak: seems Ok, appears to have his head screwed on the right way
Rana: he is a speckled guy but not as speckled as my speckled guy
Mǽja
Zak: Ditz, and she can't paint
Rana: but how can you possibly not like dogs?! well, fine then.
Anezka
Zak: another worrying girl, her teeth aren't that bad are they?
Rana: smells like a food-animal but makes speckled guy nervous intervene if necessary, but mostly harmless.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:44 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:46 am
update: I has dog her name is Rana yay doggie! she look a like a dog  --- omg what is this? a dog collar not to be put on man nor beast, a gift from the leader of the caravan. perhaps a reminder the reign in one's passions even when fighting for the right side. *Zak gets a fortunette* this post will be for his fortunette when he/she stops being a strip of leather with studs in it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:47 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 11:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 11:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 7:06 pm
Sitting on the back stoop-thing of rusting canvass enjoying the afternoon sunlight and an opportunity to not be driving semi-belligerent draft horses, Zak was cleaning the tack. Because after you water the horses clean the horses, apply the bandages to the bites, and avoid doing it again in a "better spot, no not that one" the tack still must be cleaned.
Zak felt, in a far less articulate way than this, that Ki kept a fairly loose wagon which was okay most of the time but letting the gear rot off the animals was not going to cut it.
or better to say was going to cut, or at least disintegrate through the fastenings, causing the horses to run for the hills and good riddance to them.
this would of course mean Zak had to pull the wagon.
more reason to get this stuff clean, Zak thought
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 11:48 am
Valelldia ghosted up behind Zak and watched him fasten and wipe the tackle of the wagon for several minutes before she spoke. "G'morning to you Zak. You've a rather gloomy look to you this morning. May I ask what's bothering you?" She smiled at him but didn't sit or come any closer. "It's not the stay in prison is it? Surely you're over that now?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 2:52 pm
Zak startled and dropped the bridle he was holding. shoot! that was almost done. he turned to glare and tell off the startler ack its the lady in charge of the caravan! "nahh, no I'm fine, the guys in there were mostly in fer petty theft or whatever, it was just dull and the food was no good" he shrugged "I'm glad to be out, anyways"
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 3:36 pm
"I am glad that you're out as well." She motioned to the bridle in the dirt. "We do enjoy having good hands around here that know how to work, and work well." Then she smiled at him and gave out the barest of winks, more confidential than invitational. "And it's not so bad that you're a man either... I'm sure there's many around here that apreciate that."
She leaned over a little, not making the distance between them that much different in reality, but looming a little making it seem more confidential. "Did Ki give you something from me while you were in the jail?"
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