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To enter, the first most obvious thing you need to do is create a concept. Below is the custom form that you need to fill out.

You can elaborate and make a quest thread if you desire, but it is not necessary.

Terra Custom Form
Name of your Terra:
Gender:
Physical Appearance:
- Hair Colour, Texture, Length and Style:
- Eye Colour:
- Skin Colour:
- Dress Type: (can be according to their planet's culture or how they would dress after adapting to gaia/their guardians)
- Abnormalities/Additions/Special Notes, if any:
Terra's Abilities:
Terra's Personality:

Terra's 'Foreign' Planet Name:
Planet's Type: (atmosphere, land type, etc)
Brief Description of Planet's Culture: (the dominant culture on the planet, or if your Terra comes from a culture not dominant, the culture your Terra came from)

Terra's Guardian:
Guardian Description/Backstory:

Terra's Quest Thread: (if you have one!)
Terra's Theme Song: (TOTALLY NONSENSE/FOR FUN QUESTION. Does not affect your chances to win at all.)

After you've created a Terra/filled out a form, you need to attach a RP sample/prompt to your entry. The actual 'prompt' is up to you, but here are some theme's we want you to use when deciding what to write.

Prompt Themes:
Power/Ability Experimentation
Teen Angst (derrive from that what you will xD)
Personal Epiphany/Discovery/Revelation
Alien Invasion*

*No, we are serious. We expect these prompts might be a little goofy, it's perfectly alright, it's kinda the more 'interesting one.' If you are uncomfortable with just using a goofy prompt, feel free to think of another.

That said, you can do as many prompts as you want, but we expect each would be about 500 words, give or take. There is no actual word limit/minimum, however.

Here is the form for prompt submitting:

Prompt Theme Chosen:
Prompt: (that you created!)
Prompt Response:

All set with your two forms filled out and ready to go? Great! If you are a member of the guild, simply post your forms in one post in this thread. If not, PM the mule your forms, and it will be posted here. If you don't see your form posted in a few days, please let us know.

This is really random... and written shortly after I watched Firefly... I am sorry for the complete and utter nonsense of it all. ^_^

Terra Custom Form
Name of your Terra: Snow
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance:
- Hair Colour, Texture, Length and Style: Snow’s hair looks like a monarch butterfly. It’s vastly copper-colored/orange down to her shoulders, with larger streaks of black and smaller streaks of gold/white, which she keeps up in a half ponytail (half up, half down) with a butterfly clip keeping it up (also of the monarch variety), her bangs also hang loose, longer than the rest of her hair
- Eye Colour: Completely black
- Skin Colour: Deathly pale, almost see-through
- Dress Type: Toga style from ancient Rome, Reference Picture:
http://www.hbo.com/rome/img/artifacts/characters/atia/01_atia_dress_photo.jpg
- Abnormalities/Additions/Special Notes, if any: She has monarch butterfly wings, and her bones are hollow which enable her to fly, Reference Picture:
http://homepage.mac.com/wildlifeweb/invertebrate/butterfly/monarch/monarch_image_044tfk.jpg
Terra's Personality: Snow is laid back with a dry whimsical sense of humor, pragmatic, less-than-heroic, but passionate about what really matters to her. She is, almost to a ridiculous point, intelligent in that almost everything, with the exception of combat, that she picks up, she is good at. She doesn’t acknowledge her own intelligence, and merely blows it off as something simple or silly. She’s pretty much very sarcastic and usually in a good mood.
She loves parties and can generally be found having a very good time somewhere. She seems to have taken after her guardian, but she has a great-deal more self control. She isn’t generally interested in romance unless it’s the real thing, so she ignores that idea altogether at the moment, since she’s fairly certain that the first person she falls in love with will be the only person she falls in love with.

Terra's 'Foreign' Planet Name: Crysalidia
Planet's Type: A planet where nature and society are combined into one. Vastly forested, jungle-like planet where cities are a part of the scenery. Inhabited mostly by bug-like humanoid creatures.
Brief Description of Planet's Culture: The culture of this planet must be very delicately kept. The main dominant species are the butterfly and dragonfly clans, which are bugs with human-like qualities, instead of bug-like qualities. They are highly intelligent, but lack combat skills. Their only enemy are a sub-species of spiders, but they are mostly kept at bay by the dragonfly and butterfly super-shields. They are very highly advanced, but are unfriendly to other nations. They don’t like to share.

Terra's Guardian: Alice Mayzer
Guardian Description/Backstory: First of all, no, Alice is actually a guy. Though who he was before he turned eighteen is a bit of a mystery and his ethics are questionable, he was believed to be one of the few people who can actually keep Snow busy, and keep up with her on the intelligence scale. A geneticist, Alice spends his days in labs, working rather diligently to create things similar to Terras, but he is also accomplished in other areas. He’s released three hit classical music albums, written four textbooks (alone), and written an award winning science fiction series which has been converted both to television and a feature film. He became a rocket scientist just so that he could say that he was one.
Still, at twenty-nine, despite being remarkably successful, and determined to adopt a Terra so that he can discover more about how they were created, Alice’s lifestyle and morals are… a little loose. Unmarried (and likely to stay that way) Alice has a host of sleeping with… anything with a postal code, drinking anything handed to him, and doing whatever seems convenient at the time.
More impulsive and less pragmatic than Snow, Alice remains very similarly sarcastic, but more easily amused. His parents are dead, and his only brother and he are no longer on speaking terms. Despite being usually in a good mood, and having an unending ego, those who know him well have often compared Alice to… a kind of ghost, floating through life with nothing particular to do except what is laid in front of him. Why may have something to do with his younger years, but no one knows. Either way, having Snow seems to be changing him for the better.

Terra's Theme Song: (Eh, why not? ^_^ )
Dance Dance, By Fall Out Boy
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too overdramatic
Tonight it's "it cant get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like...yada freak"

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd hate
If they knew how misery loved them

You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love (they'd love)
this is the way they'd love (they'd love)
this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance

Prompt Theme Chosen: Alien invasion
Prompt: Snow and Alice were caught out shopping for Snow’s back-to-school clothes, when quite suddenly they were attacked by the enemies from Snow’s home planet, the spiders with human-like qualities. Problem is, though Snow is the only knows how to defeat them… she’s not into this whole fighting thing. She’s a bit of a coward, really.
Prompt Response:

“Hey dad… there’s something I think I need to tell you.”

“No need my dear,” Alice Mayzer smiled, brushing his black-streaked with blond hair out of his eyes, “I love you too.”

“That wasn’t actually what I was going to say,” Snow said, glancing around the building they were hiding behind, “Those spider things? They ripped a hole in the back of your new shirt.”

Alice tried to turn and look at it, but failed, “Oh goddamn it… I bought that yesterday! I’ve officially decided that I’m arachnophobic. They ruin clothes. And blow up buildings.”

“And tried to kill us because I apparently know the only way to defeat them,” Snow mentioned, glancing around the corner at the absolute destruction that the spiders had wrecked upon the shopping distract. No building was left intact, “But that’s only secondary too the ripped shirt and wrecked stores of course.”

“Of course,” Alice patted her shoulder, avoiding her wings so as not to injure them, “if it’s new, it’s far more important than life itself my dear.”

“Yes father,” Snow grinned despite herself, “that does seem like us,” she glanced around the corner again, and then came back around, taking some deep, deep breaths, her calm on the edge of breaking down “But I don’t mean to cause a panic or anything… but I think… we’re being followed.”

Alice grabbed onto Snow’s hand and bolted, knowing very well that she couldn’t carry him, “You should probably fly away Snow, these guys seriously want to destroy the planet… and if you know somewhere in your head how to destroy them, then it’s pretty important that you… well, survive my dear.”

“You say that like you actually think I’m going to leave you,” Snow forced a smile as she ran beside her father, “For such a smart guy, you say a lot of stupid stuff dad.”

“You know you love me,” Alice chuckled, looking back over his shoulder again, “We might have lost them for now.” He stopped running, “You remember anything that might help you with this somehow? Help you figure out a way to beat these things? I mean, your people are supposed to be nonviolent, so they have to know a way to keep them at bay without actually killing them.”

Snow closed her eyes and though, “Okay, theorize me. My planet is all based on insectoid peoples, which means that unlike humans who evolved from the monkey, we evolved from bugs. Or rather, in their case, arachnids. So… a devolving type of shield would have to do, correct?”

“You mean some kind of reverse-transpondence of the deeper molecular structure of genes?” Alice looked thoughtful, “That would work, except we don’t have technology like that on Gaia. Given time we could invent it but… well, judging by the rate these spider-things are killing and destroying, I don’t think we could move that quickly.”

“Yeah, but most humans aren’t you and I,” Snow smiled brightly, all of it coming to her, “All we have to do is remove the humanoid parts of their being from the arachnid parts. It wouldn’t work on my kind, since we’re… well, bugs, not arachnids.”

“There’s my girl,” Alice chuckled, ruffling her hair, “Let’s, as they so commonly say around Earth, do this thing.”

“I’d almost say you thought this was fun,” Snow mentioned, raising an eyebrow.

“My dear, if an alien invasion isn’t fun then I don’t know what is,” Alice chuckled, “I mean, if aliens weren’t invading already, how would I have met you?”

“Amen,” Snow giggled, “But this… really isn’t the time or the place. We had better go and work on a way to defeat those particular invaders before they complete their plan A.”

“Which plan was that?” Alice asked.

“Kill us all, I think it was.”

“Ah. Yes, we’d better work on that."

Terra Custom Form
Name of your Terra: Vladimirov Tchocov
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance:
- Hair Colour, Texture, Length and Style: Very shaggy, a dark and brackish green, cut short on the sides, longer bangs, a small bit gathered in a tail at the back.
- Eye Colour: Olive green, tilted
- Skin Colour: A ruddy dark tan
- Dress Type: He likes neutrals, often wears dark brown slacks and forest green button-up shirts. The only odd part is that he tends to go bare-footed.
- Abnormalities/Additions/Special Notes, if any: He's rather tall, lankily built, and has keen senses. His build is mostly muscle, however, since his people burn up fat quickly. There is something very dry about him. His feet are larger than that of most Gaians, legs very long. He has a series of black web-like tattoos on his ears. His senses are very keen (except taste, oddly enough). He can usually pickup the 'scent' of someone within ten feet of him. His large feet are excellent (and tough on the bottom-- very hard-skinned) for running and jumping. He's very agile and has fast reflexes, though not quite cat-fast.
Terra's Personality: Hmm. How to describe him. Vladimirov is boastful (when he talks-- he usuallydoesn't find anything worth his time), often snide, and has a strange sense of humor. He'll laugh if someone seems weaker or stronger in an area, as though nature pulled a trick, but he rarely laughs at jokes and the like. He considers himself tough, but oddly-- he's not arrogant. He's just matter-of-fact. He also has a strange sense of honor, very loyal, yet often challenging.

Terra's 'Foreign' Planet Name: Eckrinel (I decided to try it from the other side and see what I got)
Planet's Type: The atmosphere is much like that of Gaia, only there is a tad more radioactivity. It is a smaller planet, also. Very moutainous and harsh on it's inhabitants. Water is scarce. There are many systems of caves. There are two suns-- one red and one blue. The sky is a washed-out yellow. There are few forests and these are dry, dark brown places with little foliage. Most of the animals are predators since plant-life is scarce, and there are even animals who feed from photosynthesis like a plant.
Brief Description of Planet's Culture: The Catchri are the dominant people on Eckrinel, mostly warriors and hunters and herders (the most common livestock is . They took to enslaving one another centuries ago, tribes taking over tribes. There are a few cities carved into the mountains. The Catchri have always had a curious animosity towards the Ewina. Their pale, odd-eyed, small cousins must be lesser in their eyes if they couldn't even stand the suns. And so, when one tribe (the Chekya-Ilytch) became powerful enough to afford luxury, they began enslaving the Ewina. Many of the other tribes became jealous and soon raids for the slaves sprang up. The cities soon fell and the tribes returned to a nomadic lifestyle. This is the way of Catchri.

Terra's Guardian: Ivan Ichbod
Guardian Description/Backstory: Ivan is a short man with a little round belly. He's jovial, in a word. His hair is all strawberry and he's a mass of freckles. Ivan is oddly enough a rancher, handling steer and horses with an able hand. He's in his mid-thirties, has quite the sense of humor (in his own opinion), and enjoys singing badly at every chance he gets (he thinks he sounds fine). He was raised to be a gentleman, he says, so he always helps ladies and those in need, and backs down from a challenge if there is a good reason. He has a big heart, big shoes, and big smile.

Terra's Quest Thread: N/A
Terra's Theme Song:

The Man Who Sold the World (David Bowie/Kurt Cobain)

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World


Prompt Theme Chosen: Teen Angst
Prompt: Because I decided to do a contest entry for two characters whose foreign blood is of the same planet, though of separate species, I decided to have them interact in the prompt because it would amuse greatly and be my only chance for such. The two encounter one another and feel instant animosity. (Puts on her Croc-Hunter accent-- Long live the man!) Watch as these two natural enemies approach one another out of their native habitats. We can only guess how they'll react once they've met.
Prompt Response:

He saw her sitting there, resting calmly against a tree in his guardian's land, and instantly felt outraged. What right does that little swimmer have to be on our property? She's trespassing. There's no good reason to do that. I'll show the little (censored!) her place. He crossed towards her and peered down at her pale hair, covered as it was by the white cloth. She couldn't even bear the soft sunlight, the weakling. And there she was before him, sitting comfortably, as though her (with all her weaknesses) she was worthy to stay on land that men worked with care and pride. Sickening.

"What the hell are you doing here, girl?"

Slowly, he situated himself so that he could look down at her (she was small, too. Couldn't the pathetic ones at least have some weight to them?) and felt the urge to laugh as she stupidly replied, "Is there a problem?" All the while, fixing that cloth. He wanted to rip it off of her head and bare her to the light of day like a proper being.

"You're on my land. Leave."

She looked up at him with those strangely large eyes and murmured in a musical little voice, "This is where my guardian placed me. He told me to sit here." Ivan would probably reward him for getting rid of the little vagabond. He didn't like bums near his cattle.

"If you don't leave, I'll grab you by that light hair of yours and throw you out." He meant it, too. If the little git didn't move, he had no problem using force on her andwas certain she wouldn't be able to resist. How could she? The girl had no strength, no real physical presence.

"Your guardian would be upset if you hurt a guest. Just go. I'll stay right here. Go somewhere and-- hit something."

"Don't order me, witch. I make the rules here." He lowered himself to her level, getting close to her in the heat, joyed at her obvious revile. It was absolutely wonderful. He had all the power here, all the strength. And she couldn't do anything. He felt like laughing and grabbing her no matter her answer, maybe tossing her around like a stick for a dog. Yeah...

"Vladimirov! Leave that girl alone!"

He recognised his guardian's voice and released a slight sigh as he stood and dusted his pants, taking one last look at the girl. You won't get away so easy next time, splunker. If only Ivan weren't around. Now that the man had intervened, Vladimirov would never feel quite right about disobeying and causing the girl some harm. But... she deserves it. Somehow.

Terra Custom Form

Name of your Terra: Vin (often called Vinny)
Gender: No, but for convenience’s sake, we will assign it the female pronoun.
Physical Appearance:
- Hair Colour, Texture, Length and Style: Roughly chin-length though there are longer and shorter strands, somewhere between ‘shaggy’ and ‘wispy’. Nondescript, mousy brown in colour, with a few reddish streaks and a few blondish streaks, put in sort of haphazardly at different times.
- Eye Colour: Nondescript blue-hazel, some sort of hazy mix of blue-brown-green.
- Skin Colour: Pale-ish, slightly ashy, nondescript.
- Dress Type: Very generic, but will probably (eventually) branch into emo/punk, since there’s such a gender ambiguity in the style anyway. As a child, I think possibly tight-ish clothes that cover completely (a desire to cover the androgynous form is innate in the original species) in muted, nondescript colours.
- Abnormalities/Additions/Special Notes, if any: Vin is completely genderless. She seems to be caught between genders, with a face that could be either male or female, a flat chest and generally slim figure (without the broad shoulders and narrow waist of a male OR the slim shoulders and wide hips of a female) She also has pointed ears like an ‘elf’.
Terra's Personality: Vin is completely submissive and subservient; she exists only to contribute to the whole, to the ‘breeders’ of the society, and as such, views herself as worthless, lower than dirt. She elevates people who are capable of procreating to an almost godlike status, halfway worshipping them.
Vin does not have destructively low self-esteem, but since she views herself as below all humans with genders, she is easily taken advantage of, and she seems to think she deserves it. She doesn’t work hard at attaining any of her own goals, and she has absolutely no qualms about referring to itself as ‘it’. she doesn’t get embarrassed in public, but sometimes the emotion spills over at home, and Vin has mild bouts of despair.
She will never be hormonal or moody like a teenage girl, and it will never have the typical lusts of a general human. Vin will crave approval and attention, but she will not become emotionally attached to anyone in a romantic way. She is incapable of such thoughts.


Terra's 'Foreign' Planet Name: Farankht
Planet's Type: Farankht is a fairly earthlike planet, although its smaller size and shorter distance from its sun means that the weather patterns are more severe and the overall climate much warmer. The polar regions are cold but not as frigid as those of Earth, and there is more desert or scrubland, less temperate forests. There is a very thin band of equatorial rainforest, but it is populated by enormous, dangerous creatures that make colonization all but impossible. Most of the habitable space of the planet is in the rock that lies barely a yard below the soil in most places. Inhabitants dwell the underground but have no fear of venturing aboveground. Not much of the surface is arable, but edible plants are cultivated near the underground residencies, which are more like hives or nests than cities. There are two species of domesticated animal: a short, vicious beast not unlike a horse, and a large, stupid, flightless bird. The birds are cultivated for meat, the horse-beasts for hide and prey driving.
Brief Description of Planet's Culture: Farankht‘s culture is divided into two unique castes: breeders and nonbreeders. The Breeders are considered the elite of the planet, since only they can produce offspring. Nonbreeders are completely androgynous, born of the breeders but of a completely different genetic strain, through a peculiar genetic metamorphism long since lost in science. The culture itself is quite primitive, since after the genetic experiments that left the people of Farankht twisted into males, females, and neuters, organized together in a way reminiscent of some species of insect. Genetic diversity is essential, and the breeding offspring of breeders always start new colonies.
The genetic experiments of long ago actually involved twisting and mutating the human genome to produce nonbreeding individuals, in an attempt to curb population explosion. To encourage sterility and the rarity of fertile offspring, a few key genes from termite-like insects were spliced in. The population exploded with sterile individuals and over a dozen generations died down into a few breeding colonies with nonbreeding supporters. These spread like termites or ants, and became the islolated, technologically backwards species they are today.
The senses of the people of Farankht are somewhat elevated, especially the sense of smell, which leaves them remarkably sensitive to chemicals in the air. They also have the ability to somewhat manipulate the chemical makeup of their bodies, which can generate poisons in blood or saliva.

Terra's Guardian: Xaga Tensuhiro
Guardian Description/Backstory:
Age: 30
Appearance: Medium height, reasonably thin without much in the way of curves, binds her chest but wears very feminine clothes. The chest thing is an old habit directly related to her teen years as a martial arts apprentice. Some things just get in the way. Her hair is bright purple, spiked in back with chin-length bangs.
Personality: Xaga is cheerful and bubbly, almost childish in her optimism and sense of humour, but she has a very strong love for family and children. She is warm and accepting and prefers people to be happy. She has already fostered one problem child when the girl’s parents (the men she lived with during her apprenticeship) found three children to be too much to handle and needed help. She learned patience and compassion with the girl, who got into just about every self-destructive thing it is possible to get into.
History: Xaga’s life was spent pretty normally, insofar as she can ever be normal. She and her twin brother grew up mostly in the custody of their aunt; their parents were field researchers in two different science fields, and they weren’t often around. When Xaga was twelve, she was selected to live with a pair of elite men (lovers) and train in martial arts. She did so, and even after her apprenticeship was done, she stayed on with the men who had become her family. She was there for the arrival of all three of their children (twins—boy and girl—and another girl) but when the older pair was three, she left for college. She got a degree in accounting and got a job with a tech support company, for whom she still works. Not long after that, the troublesome Suurimara (youngest of her masters’ children) fell into her care. Xaga managed to straighten the girl out, and Suuri still lives with her on and off, almost as a sister.
Xaga hasn’t really done much that’s interesting the past two years, though. She’s simply worked as an accountant, and gotten paid well to do it.

Terra's Quest Thread: None!
Terra's Theme Song:
Fall Out Boy: I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea that Says You Should Shut your Mouth (Summer Song)
Lyrics here, video with music here.

Prompt Theme Chosen: Alien Invasion
Prompt: Holy crap, those aliens have invaded. They’re taking our jobs, and what’s worse, they all have green cards! How does your Terra react?

Prompt Response:

More immigrants were making their ways into Cherryville every day. No matter how hard the government tried to stop them, the aliens kept breaching the borders and finding their way into the town and its surrounding communities. It was getting to the point where Vin couldn’t walk down the street without running into someone who looked at it like it was ridiculous and babbled in a language that Vin couldn’t understand.

The sudden inrush was starting to get old. Vin really disliked the entire twisted issue. Vin also disliked the fact that all the Breeders seemed to want to talk about were the Aliens. It was starting to make Vin uncomfortable, since even the Aliens were Breeders, and therefore infinitely more elevated than a lowly Nonbreeder like itself. If the Breeders were that upset about other Breeders—who at least offered them an opportunity to increase their genetic diversity—then imagine how they must truly feel about Vin!

Vin sighed softly and kicked a rock on the sidewalk, a rock that sailed through the air and hit a passing Alien in the forehead. The Alien—Vin was certain after a moment that it was male—made a startled, high-pitched noise and fell backwards. In a moment, he jumped up and started toward Vin, murder in his dark, slanted eyes and a huge red mark spreading on his forehead. Vin blinked and backed away.

“I’m sorry, do not penalize this one. This one is a nonbreeder, and it exists only to serve,” Vin said quickly, reverting to the formal third-person speech pattern ingrained in its Nonbreeder genes. The Alien continued forward, scowling and holding up the rock. It shook the rock and gabbled something. Vin blinked, horrified, and put its hands over its mouth, backing away and shaking its head. The Alien repeated himself, shaking the rock and then saying something that might have been a question.

Vin shook its head again, still not understanding. The Alien’s expression softened just a little bit, and he dropped the rock to pull something out of his pocket. It was a piece of green paper.

“Green card,” the Alien said in slow, heavily-accented English. “I safe here. Have job. No hate me.” It was obvious that the Alien had no idea what his words meant, but that he was repeating them

Vin blinked and then nodded furiously before fleeing.

It didn’t stop until it got home, and then it paused on the porch, trying to remember what the green card had looked like. Vin didn’t look like an Alien, but from what it had just heard, it seemed like that green piece of paper could solve a whole lot of problems, and get Vin some protection from the typical savage disdain of the Breeders.

So. Vin needed green paper.





{{AHAHA I AM SO POLITICALLY INCORRECT THAT ITS RIDICULOUS. *carted off by the FBI*}}

By: Mors the Meticulous

Terra Custom Form
Name of your Terra: Vladimirov Tchocov
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance:
- Hair Colour, Texture, Length and Style: Very shaggy, a dark and brackish green, cut short on the sides, longer bangs, a small bit gathered in a tail at the back.
- Eye Colour: Olive green, tilted
- Skin Colour: A ruddy dark tan
- Dress Type: He likes neutrals, often wears dark brown slacks and forest green button-up shirts. The only odd part is that he tends to go bare-footed.
- Abnormalities/Additions/Special Notes, if any: He's rather tall, lankily built, and has keen senses. His build is mostly muscle, however, since his people burn up fat quickly. There is something very dry about him. His feet are larger than that of most Gaians, legs very long. He has a series of black web-like tattoos on his ears. His senses are very keen (except taste, oddly enough). He can usually pickup the 'scent' of someone within ten feet of him. His large feet are excellent (and tough on the bottom-- very hard-skinned) for running and jumping. He's very agile and has fast reflexes, though not quite cat-fast. He suffers from insomnia, and therefore gets little sleep at night.
Terra's Personality: Hmm. How to describe him. Vladimirov is boastful (when he talks-- he usuallydoesn't find anything worth his time), often snide, and has a strange sense of humor. He'll laugh if someone seems weaker or stronger in an area, as though nature pulled a trick, but he rarely laughs at jokes and the like. He considers himself tough, but oddly-- he's not arrogant. He's just matter-of-fact. He also has a strange sense of honor, very loyal, yet often challenging.

Terra's 'Foreign' Planet Name: Eckrinel (I decided to try it from the other side and see what I got)
Planet's Type: The atmosphere is much like that of Gaia, only there is a tad more radioactivity. It is a smaller planet, also. Very moutainous and harsh on it's inhabitants. Water is scarce. There are many systems of caves. There are two suns-- one red and one blue. The sky is a washed-out yellow. There are few forests and these are dry, dark brown places with little foliage. Most of the animals are predators since plant-life is scarce, and there are even animals who feed from photosynthesis like a plant.
Brief Description of Planet's Culture: The Catchri are the dominant people on Eckrinel, mostly warriors and hunters and herders (the most common livestock is lamb-sized beast with horned feet and a beaky mouth called a krikew that feets on what we would equate with a mouse. They took to enslaving one another centuries ago, tribes taking over tribes. There are a few cities carved into the mountains. The Catchri have always had a curious animosity towards the Ewina. Their pale, odd-eyed, small cousins must be lesser in their eyes if they couldn't even stand the suns. And so, when one tribe (the Chekya-Ilytch) became powerful enough to afford luxury, they began enslaving the Ewina. Many of the other tribes became jealous and soon raids for the slaves sprang up. The cities soon fell and the tribes returned to a nomadic lifestyle. This is the way of Catchri.

Terra's Guardian: Ivan Ichbod
Guardian Description/Backstory: Ivan is a short man with a little round belly. He's jovial, in a word. His hair is all strawberry and he's a mass of freckles. Ivan is oddly enough a rancher, handling steer and horses with an able hand. He's in his mid-thirties, has quite the sense of humor (in his own opinion), and enjoys singing badly at every chance he gets (he thinks he sounds fine). He was raised to be a gentleman, he says, so he always helps ladies and those in need, and backs down from a challenge if there is a good reason. He has a big heart, big shoes, and big smile.

Terra's Quest Thread: N/A
Terra's Theme Song:

The Man Who Sold the World (David Bowie/Kurt Cobain)

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World


Prompt Theme Chosen: Teen Angst
Prompt: Vladimirov just can't seem to sleep...
Prompt Response:

Vladimirov was lying in bed awake, early that morning. He glanced at the clock's bright red digital display next to him. In the dark, the numbers blared "5:14". It was hard to believe that he'd been awake for so long. Sure, it hadn't been the whole night. Just from one o'clock in the morning onward... But still, he would've liked to be sleeping during that time.

He wondered why he couldn't sleep. Did it have something to do with not being human? No, he didn't think so. If it did, his body wouldn't be asking for sleep so badly every night. Then, was something wrong with him? Perhaps he was sick. His brow furrowed a little bit as he contemplated the thought. He wasn't human, so would Ivan be able to tell if he was sick? He hoped so... He wouldn't want to be sick... Who would cure him? Human doctors might not know anything about his anatomy, or how his body worked. He grew anxious. No, he wasn't sick. He didn't feel sick. He just couldn't sleep. Then again, he'd never been sick before...

Vladimirov looked back at the clock. The red lights proclaimed that it was 5:22 this time.

He tried to distract himself, wondering what time Ivan was going to wake up. As a rancher, he always woke up early... Perhaps he'd wake around six-thirty. That seemed reasonable for a rancher. Vladimirov glanced at the clock again. 5:25. He groaned. Why was time moving so slowly? He was so bored with just lying here, and due to thoughts of being sick, felt more awake by the second! Vladimirov slowly got out of his bed. Perhaps he could take a run around the ranch before Ivan woke up. Maybe that would take potential sickness off of his mind. Yes, he thought that miught just do the trick.

He walked over to his closet and took out a dark green shirt and some brown slacks. Then, he turned to his drawers and took out a pair of boxers and a pair of socks. He quickly undressed and donned the new clothes. He folded his old clothes, as Ivan had taught him, and put them in the hamper.

Carefully, Vladimirov opened the door and creeped quietly down the hall. He didn't want to wake Ivan up, after all. As he passed the door of Ivan's room he heard a very loud beeping noise. It shocked him, and made him jump. Quickly, he realized that it was that alarm clock Ivan had bought a few days ago. He had to laugh as he heard Ivan stop the alarm inside the room. The man had woken up a whole hour before he'd expected.