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 Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:54 am
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PUREWALKERS
Name: Dormarth
Dormarth translates to "death's door". And in Welsh tradition, Gwyn ap Nudd, a god of the underworld, led the wild hunt through the sky accompanied by his dog, Dormarth.
Also, CAILLECH: (Ireland, Scotland):The Veiled One. Destroyer and crone. Goddess of disease and plague. Dogs guarded the gates of the Other-world where she received the dead. In myth her gatekeeper is a dog named Dormarth "Death's Door."
Co-Owned with Kamiki
Colorist: Sabin Duvert
Obtained: (Lots of) Colorist Credits
Sex: Male
Breed: Wolf Purewalker / Hellhound
Familiar: none
Personality: Dormath lives for the hunt. Once he has his sights set on his prey, he will relentlessly pursue them until he has them in his jaws. He seems never-tiring, expertly following his victim by scent, trail, and intuition. His favorite time to hunt is at night,
He is equally comfortable in either of his forms: soquili or immense blue-black wolf.
History: One of the pure skinwalkers, Dormarth hails from the underworld itself, and he carries with him an unsettling, otherworldly air. Unlike some skinwalkers, he occasionally returns to his homeplane, sometimes even dragging a living victim body and soul back through the tangled roots to the hellish underplane where he can present his quarry to the dark lords of the realm. Dormarth at the very least believes that by dragging his victims still-living back through the tree before killing them that their souls will be trapped in the hellish underplane forever, tormenting them beyond death.
Roleplay Color: #000033
Mate: None
Herd:
Friends:
Siggy Image: Here
Breeding One: Kumiho
Children: キツネ狩, Akuma, Maleperdius
Plot: Kumiho mated with Dormarth after she lost control of Cerberus, in order to assert her dominance over another powerful wolflike soquili. Plus, she felt that the children she produced with Cerberus were lacking, not purewalkers, and needed to seed terror across the lands.
Dormarth is a simple skinwalker - a hound of hell, and saw in Kumiho a fitting mate.
Breeding Two: Stormcaller Totemwing
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children:: The Name Thief and Zar'rocShangukeidi
Plot: simple - two skinwalkers' met in the wild, produced young, and parted ways.
Breeding Three: Gullveig (Nymphalidae))
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Four: CLOSED (Have a few ideas)
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 4:37 pm
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 Name: Kumiho
RP'd by Kamiki
Colorist: Sirenz
Obtained: IRL Custom
Sex: Female
Breed: Kitsune (Fox-breed) Skinwalker
Familiar: none
Personality: Sharp, sly, and deceptive, Kumiho is a malevolent trickster. More cunning than many of the Western cognates of skinwalkers, Kumiho enjoys planning, plotting, and maximizing the misery that she causes in others through elaborate tricks and deceptions. She is equally comfortable in either her fox-form or soquili-form, she will use what has the greatest potential for the situation. She is not a cursed skinwalker - she was born as she is, and considers herself as much a Fox as a mare. She also cares more for her appearance than most skinwalkers, to the point of being downright vain. However, she is as bloodthirsty and cruel and callous as any skinwalker.
Kumiho's greatest strength is her patience and intelligence. She will set up elaborate plans to ruin a Soquili's life that can take weeks, months, or even years to come to fruition. She also revels in torturing the same Soquili over the course of years - often letting them live only to kill or destroy their lovemates or children.
Kumiho's greatest weakness is her size. Especially for a purewalker, she is very slight of frame and not exceedingly strong. While her teeth and claws are still quite deadly - especially against normal Soquili - she is not much of a physical match against especially strong, large, or violent foes. She relies on her quick wit, deception, and agility to win over brute strength.
History: Along with a few others, Kumiho is a recent arrival to these shores from a land far to the East. Unlike Ryujin or Tanuki who came to explore, Kumiho came for her dark amusement - to find what sorts of foreign, barbaric soquili she could manipulate and trick who may not have been warned of kitsune. Kumiho was not exactly an... invited guest on the Journey to the West - but a small fox form has its uses...
Kumiho's greatest weakness is her size. Especially for a skinwalker, she's slight of frame and physically weaker than other skinwalkers of similar stature. She's still a deadly foe against most normal-sized Soquili, but she's not able to physically overcome especially large or violent foe; or large groups for that matter. Escape is usually her best option in these cases. For this reason, Kumiho generally prefers her fox-form for hunting: she's more quick and agile and can easily escape danger while still being lethal to deadly (albeit smaller) prey.
However, in her journeys across the Soquili lands, Kumiho came across the strange beast named Cerberus. He was a strange and special creature, and Kumiho honed in on him immediately. Despite his ferocious and intimidating demeanor, Cerberus was a simply a freed slave who was desperate for a master and direction in his life. Kumiho quickly used her wit and wiles to tame the beast, calling him her partner when in reality he was little more than an impressive and useful puppet and bodyguard. A loyal hound she kept at her side to protect her from any that would do her harm; and someone large and intimidating to fight her fights when it was time for a physical altercation.
Though the relationship between Kumiho and Cerberus was tenuous at best, and sometimes downright violent and cruel; eventually the partnership between the two monsters found Kumiho heavy with foals. A fleeting instinct deep within Kumiho's black soul glimmered; her own twisted and pride and superiority drove her to ensure her children would be just as strong and beautiful as she was; and she hatched a wicked plan to make it happen.
In a stoke of fate that intertwine the two for years to come, Kumiho came across Stormwild, a powerful Elder wind Soquili, who had left her herd (unknowing she was pregnant) on a quest to find her estranged stepson. She had just given birth to four baskets, alone, and was exhausted and weak. Kumiho saw her chance and took it - brutally. She sent Cerberus in the attack - ordering him to keep the new mother at bay while she slipped in to steal the baskets.
It was a success- mostly. Kumiho got away with three of the baskets in tact, while the fourth has been mangled in the battle. Three was all she needed for her purposes, however. When her own foals were born, she viciously murdered Stormwild's foals: ripping open the basket and placing her own newly born babies into the basket with the corpses. Kumiho believed these bodies would provide bloody nutrition for her own foals as they grew.
Of course, as is the case with all skinwalkers, the pride and narcissism never gave way to motherly affection, and by the time the babies actually emerged from their baskets, she wanted little to do with them. Cerberus tended to their care as best he could, but three children were chased out Kumiho's territory as soon as they were able to fend for themselves.
The years passed. Their fates still intermingled, Kumiho and Stormwild came to be pregnant again in the same span of time. Taking it as a grand omen, Kumiho decided she would take Stormwild's baskets again; nearly delirious in the prospect of forcing the mare to relive the same horror she had done in seasons past. However, this dizzying anticipation gave way to reckless pride; despite protests from Cerberus, Kumiho was determined to steal Stormwild's baskets even though that meant launching an attack on Stormwild's territory.
It was a miserable failure. Stormwild's herd is strong and well protected. Even a beast as grand as Cerberus could not hold off an entire herd of strong wind warriors willing to die for their Elder Alpha. Amoung the protectors of the herd was Thunderbird himself - an Angeni born from the soul of the murdered soul in the fourth mangled basket from Kumiho's first attack.
Enraged by her failure to obtain Stormwild's baskets (and barely escaping with her life), Kumiho vowed to get revenge. She immediately began to plot her next move; more determined than ever to destroy Stormwild and her family. Her own foals eventually were born during the emotional and mental fallout of her failed attack, and placed into regular Kawani grass baskets Cerberus stole from an offering post. Disgusted by her failure and determined these baskets would not be worthy of her bloodline without the blood and nourishment of a "used" basket, she attempted to cull her children, writing them off as failures and a bitter reminder of her defeat.
Despite some of the atrocities he had inflicted during his life, this act of cruelty was one Cerberus could not muster himself to do. Even through he was commanded to by the one he called Master, he could not bring himself to murder his own children, nor stand idly by as Kumiho did it for him. He put his paw down and refused. It was not easy for Cerberus to stand up to his Master. He was a slave to loyalty and he had not, in as long as he could remember, made such a bold decision by himself.
This act of defiance, however, did not fly in Kumiho's eyes. A fight broke out and quickly turned physical as Cerberus, for the first time in his known existence, broke his mental shackles and realized there was nothing truly holding him to Kumiho. Unable to overcome the massive monster in a physical battle, and weakened by childbirth, Kumiho ran away again, leaving Cerberus to raise the baskets on his own.
Kumiho has sworn she will one day, somehow, get revenge on Cerberus for his defiance. Stormwild, as well, and Kumiho has the patience to let her plots simmer for years until they ripe for fruition. In the meantime, Kumiho made a promise to herself to 'make up' her last batch of failures by creating true masterpieces of evil: purewalker children.
Since she lost her last territory in her scuffle with Cerberus, she set off into the Kawani lands and came across Dormarth in her travels. She has no lasting connection with the massive wolfwalker, other than she finds him suitable for her purposes. She let the union happen, and though Dormarth is none the wiser, Kumiho delivered three new horrors into the world.
Roleplay Color: slategrey
Mate: None
Herd:
Friends:
Siggy Image: Original
Elder Sig
Breeding One: Cerberus
Children: Sarvara, Koryo, Teumesia
Plot: Kumiho deceived Cerberus in order to get him into her control - the small skinwalker using him as her muscle.
RP'd out extensively, most links in Kumiho's elder Application
Breeding Two: Cerberus
Children:: Youko, Naberius, Marchosia
Plot: See above.
Breeding Three: Dormarth
Children::キツネ狩, Akuma, Maleperdius
Plot:: Kumiho mated with Dormarth after she lost control of Cerberus, in order to assert her dominance over another powerful wolflike soquili. Plus, she felt that the children she produced with Cerberus were lacking, not purewalkers, and needed to seed terror across the lands.
Dormarth is a simple skinwalker - a hound of hell, and saw in Kumiho a fitting mate.
Breeding Four: Xue Fang - Aisling Juno
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Five: Zar'Roc (Tefla)
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Six: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
              
Roleplay Log
 Name: Maleperduis
Sometimes "Malperdy" for short. (Usually when he's in his fox-form and using a more innocuous nickname).
Maleperduis is the folkloric home and primary hideaway of Reynard the fox from folktales/fables.
Labyrinthine Maleperduis is full of holes, crooked and long, with multiple exits, which Reynard can open and shut to elude his enemies. Full of secret chambers and passageways.
Colorist: Mindsend
Obtained: May 2013 Bribe slot
Sex: Male
Breed: Pure fox skinwalker
Familiar: none
Personality:
Maleperduis spends the majority of his time in his fox-form. Smaller, quicker, boasting a beautiful, thick pelt, and most importantly, he carries the element of surprise and can feign being a remarkable, but innocent, familiar. He uses this deceptive tactic to his advantage to try to take advantage of and fool soquili who underestimate him.
In his fox-form, Maleperduis is very large for a fox, with a shining, thick, and meticulously groomed pelt. It is his prize and joy, and he is fully aware of how much his preternatural beauty makes him a target for hunters... and he revels in such a lure. It is one of his favorite "pranks" to play: he takes his father's single-minded thirst for a hunt and inverts it, playing the role of the quarry, luring those who seek him - either as a trophy or a meal, and leads them on a long, twisted chase. He is exceedingly clever and elusive, employing doubling-back maneuvers, utilizing natural scent barriers like streams, and tree-climbing in his fox form. He delights in leading them through hazards such as thorns, steep cliffs, and other dangerous territory. His goal, however, is not to lose his "Predators", but to test them, to run them ragged, and stroke their own egos. And then, at the end of the hunt, he turns on them, assuming his full size and destroying them.
Additionally, Maleperdius has a monumental ego and vanity. He cannot ABIDE by those that might challenge his physical attractiveness, particularly other males. He delights in destroying beauty in others. Sometimes, he leaves them alive to suffer their indignation for "trying" to match him (even if they never considered themselves in any sort of challenging role), but he also collects disgusting trophies that he leaves littered around his lair - mangled pelts and disgusting, rotting corpses. While he maintains his own pristine appearance, surrounding himself in carnage only makes him all the more attractive in his own mind. It also "proves/affirms to himself" how disgusting those once-lovely soquili/people/foxes really were when he has their disfigured pelts on display. Additionally, the carcasses, thorns, and other seemingly bits of discarded trash actually forms an intricate series of bolt routes. A stinking, rotting corpse might hide a passage just big enough for a fox to slip through and get around a pursuer. Sharp rocks, thorn bushes, and other hazards also adorn his lair, providing extra danger to those who seek entry into his den.
He delights in proving his superiority over others - be it in beauty (trough disfigurement or killing and defiling their once-beautiful bodies) OR trickery: outfoxing strong opponents through deception, ruses, and lying. Intentionally letting someone else steal a kill from him, only to find out too late it's been poisoned, and so on. He will play malicious and deadly pranks.
History: Maleperduis is the son of the evil purewalkers Kumiho and Dormarth. He was conceived after Kumiho had experienced a blow to her ego when she was unable to maintain her hold on Cerberus (or kill him when he left her with their foals). She used Dormarth as a way to reassert her feeling of control, savagry, power and dominance, mating with a large and worthy purewalker. She needs to assert her dominance over a "strong" foe (Dormarth) and produce children that are pure and physically strong. (Kumiho, while deadly and intelligent, is slight of build for a pure walker and a subconscious thorn of insecurity for her. Cerberus has hit a nerve - the only way he was able to escape her mental slavery was brute strength - so in a way Kumiho is hoping to make little copies of herself that are more physically apt than her. This is all subconscious, however, and she's unaware of her deeper motives. She just wants to produce pure offspring).
Dormarth's - he's a pretty straightforward, but utterly callous hunter. He decimates his victims body and soul, his favorite thing to do being dragging their still-alive bodies back through the tree to the underworld (Through "Death's Door" - his namesake) before finishing them off. He has a hatred of the insipid life of most of the soquili of the kawani lands and seeks to visit the hardship of the underworld upon them. And one way to do that is to by increasing the numbers of the species. He would have zero paternal instincts, and would not stick have stuck even after the initial conception. He barely tolerates other skinwalkers for very long.
Roleplay Color: #99AACC
Mate: None
Lineage: Kumiho (mother), Dormarth (father)
Siblings: Kitsunegari, Akuma
Previous Stages: Basket / Foal
Children: None
Herd:
Friends:
Siggy Image: Here
Breeding One: Nerissa Katalin (Hanging Gallow’s black bobcatwalker)
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children:
Breeding Two: Jenu (one over three ‘s icy bearwalker)
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Three: Ransetsu (Kamiki)
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Four: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 2:56 pm
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 Name: Shangukeidí
The Thunderbird clan of the Tlingit people
Co-owned with Kamiki
Colorist: Agneza
Obtained: Mindsend colorist credits
Sex: Female
Breed: "Stormcaller Thunderbird" Purewalker ((Mother is a "Stormcaller" - mutant thunderbird-inspired hawk/eagle purewalker) Father is a mutant wolf purewalker))
Familiar: none
Personality: Shangukeidi, like the thunderbird she is, is lightning personified. She is hot-blooded, hot-wired, crazy, and prickly. She exalts in stirring things up. A tranquil, calm scene is an invitation to her tumultous temper. She is fast, vicious and utterly lacks empathy. She does not care for nor have the temper for intricate plots. Those are too organized, too structured. She lives in the moment, and for chaos.
Like other Thunderbirds, the holes in her feathers make a whistling sound when she flies, and builds up a charge of electricity.
History: Shangukeidí is the daughter of two powerful purewalkers, Dormarth and Stormcaller Totemwing. There was no love or affection from their union- just two of the hellspawn that recognized each other as a suitable, strong mate and saught to unleash more of their kind on the world.
Roleplay Color: #5c303e
Mate: None
Lineage: Foal of Stormcaller Totemwing and Dormarth
Siblings: The Name Thief and Zar'roc
Previous Stages: Basket / Foal
Children: None
Herd:
Friends:
Siggy Image: Here
Breeding One: Kamiki's Breeding; possibly Frezir's Iris Raven
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children:
Breeding Two: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Three: Kamiki's Breeding; possibly Checkmate
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Four: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 7:55 pm
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 Name: Beastie
Colorist: Darkmoon Dancer
Obtained: DD's June/July '13 Big Bribe Slots
Sex: Female
Breed: Displacer Beast Pureawalker (Mutant cat-bat purewalker)
Familiar: none
Personality:
Beastie is Spiteful, fierce, vicious and hates all other living creatures. The dead, however, the dead she enjoys. She plays with corpses as a medium for expressing a truly twisted "artistic" nature. Often, she kills purely for pleasure even if she is not hungry. Any creature that enters her territory she views as a tresspasser, prey, and a potential medium for her "artwork.". She cannot abide by other living creatures in her territory, disturbing her peace of mind and her work.
She keeps a den area in a relatively small cave, thick in the underbrush. The stench of death will reach the nose of any soquili long before they actually enter her territory. She doesn't mind advertising her territory, but the den itself is well hidden - often like she herself is.
The scene that will assault others when they get close, and the source of the smell, is a macabre display of her previous victims, "artfully" ,and very deliberately arranged in grizzly tableaus. One of her favorite thing is to create chimera from corpses after their death. For example, putting the severed head of one creature onto the body of another, tearing antlers off of a deer and perforating a corpse with them like spikes. She delights in this creation of something "better" out of the living. It is a pity that time, eventually steals her works from her as she has no good way of preserving or taxidermy the bodies.
This is the only delight she gets from the living - their reactions to her artwork.
When she is hunting (Be it for food or just for the pure pleasure of it), or defending her territory (same thing):
She will quietly stalk her prey before bringing it down as quickly as possible in an ambush. She is solitary and deadly, believing herself to be the epitome of predators - her tentacles lash out quickly and accurately to snag prey and hold them still long enough for her to pounce, clawing and biting them until they stop moving. Each kill is a boost to her ego - that she was superior to her victim - better, stronger, smarter, and faster. The meat - and a new canvas for her to play with - is her reward.
Additionally, she delights in eluding notice, throwing her voice or roars, or lashing out with a tentacle or wing a distance away from herself to lead others to believe that she is actually somewhere else. She likes tormenting her prey, driving them into fear and confusion as to where her real location is: another way to prove her superiority and the boons her mutations/gifts have granted her.
While she is to the very fiber of her being a predator, she is intelligent, clever, and scheming.
Never having had the opportunity to learn to fly (her membranes were torn out before she was old enough), she has learned to utilize her mangled wings in other fashions: as a clumsy, but effective, grasping limbs, she can deliver a rake from a distance with them, or otherwise make noise a distance away from her true hiding spot, and use the clawed fingers a finer manipulators for her artwork.
Beastie MIGHT be a little more tolerant of other mutants - namely those that show traits of multiple different animals, but "more tolerant" is a far cry from "friendly." She might hesitate and be intrigued before outright attacking. Or she might want to examine up-close (and with claws) how something is assembled.
Finally, there is a possibility that Beastie's hobby might escalate: trying to discover ways to preserve her artwork by not killing her canvasses, instead letting them be living, pained works of art... but she's not quite there... yet.
History:
Beastie was the foal of two purewalker parents - a batwalker sire and a catwalker dam who bred as purewalkers often do - in a brief, violent encounter during mating season.
Her basket was left at the edge of her mother's territory, to fend for itself when she emerged. And emerge she did. Beastie tore out of her basket as a little monster - the strange hybriding of her parents and the fickle spirits leaving her with a literal mutation of her tentacles. They aided her in hunting small game even as a foal, and she grew quickly. But by the time her mother discovered her, the vain purewalker was disgusted with the mutant she had created and tried to kill her. She ripped into her, tearing through all the membranes of her wings, and trampling her. But Beastie was strong, and she survived, the stronger for it, learning quickly a hatred of all things - other purewalkers no exception. She slunk off to lick her wounds, and returned one day to visit her mother's hatred back on her threefold, killing her and claiming her territory for her own. Furthermore, in her rage, over her mother's body, she took out her frustration at being called a mutant and a freak, and disfigured her mother's body posthumerously, mocking her vanity, and turning her into a "freak" like Beastie. She used pieces of prey to give her strange features. Beastie got so much satisfaction out of this act that it became a twisted hobby of hers.
She knows that her mother was wrong - she didn't create a deformed mutant but something BETTER than either her or her absent father. She sees her mutation, her blending of creatures that do not normally blend, as a sign of superiority, and it has inspired her "artwork."
Roleplay Color: #00EE11
Mate: None
Children:
Siggy Image: Here
Breeding One: Kitsunegari
Breeding Agreement: Blanket Agreement between Sabin and Kamiki's soquili
Children:
Plot: Beastie was fascinated by the other skinwalker that had an array of tails squirming and wriggling behind it. Certainly, a strange enough trait to at least momentarily catch her attention long enough for the two evil skinwalkers to breed - Beastie hopes to create a living (for now, until she bores of them) piece of monstrous artwork.
Breeding Two: possibly Sultan
Link to Breeding Agreement:
Children::
Plot: While not a skinwalker, Sultan is unusual enough to at least temporarily hold Beastie's attention.
Breeding Three: CLOSED - have a couple of ideas
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Four: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 9:30 pm
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CURSED SKINWALKERS
Name: Ambrose
Colorist: Sirenz
Obtained: IRL Custom
Sex: Male
Breed: CHARMED Skinwalker ((OC Cosplay of Ambrose Maurlias - werewolf musketeer))
Familiar: none
Personality:
Before becoming a Skinwalker: Ambrose was the definition of gallant, and a true gentleman. Ambrose was altruistic, wanting to personally do all that he could do to make the world a better place. He was brave in the face of battle, and prided himself in his battle worthiness. However, Ambrose always had the chip on his shoulder that he wasn't good enough. He knew that he was a disappointment... that he wasn't as good as his brother, and that fueled his desire to be great. However, no matter how bravely he fought in battle or the good deeds he did, he never got the same adoration as his brother, who bore the unicorn's horn like his father. Because of this, Ambrose kept his emotions carefully in check as a stallion in his position should. He never showed fear in battle, never let frivolous whims win over duty. After all, reason and moderation were the badges of a true gentleman. However, it wasn't that Ambrose was devoid of passions or creativity - not in the least. However, his parents and the men of the sword frowned on such expression. He bottled up such passions, into a little knot inside. When he met Angelina, she started to untie that knot - showing him love and kindness, and that it was all right to express himself. It was only the begining, but before Ambrose could truly become himself... he became something completely different.
After becoming a skinwalker: All of Ambrose's insecurities, bitternesses and resentments that had been bottled deep down inside have torn free and rule him. Ambrose is, in a sense, the inverse of the stallion that he was before. Moderation and restraint has been shattered, and all those years of repression have given him a lot of twisted fuel to drive him. In his madness, a certain clarity has been granted him: that there never was anything wrong with him. The problem was with his parents and others who never gave him a chance. No matter how good Ambrose was, he would never have earned that respect that his brother was born to. He lived his whole life trying to mold himself into an unrealistic expectation - to be something he could never be. And Ambrose the skinwalker would now give in to all of those fetid thoughts and whims that he had suppressed, and make up for lost time.
Specifically, Ambrose is every bit as wild as he was civilized before. And, above all else, Ambrose despises unicorns - representing what he could never be, and his family that spurned him.
However, like before, when there was the wildness that was suppressed, there is still the good man within him, this is the side that is now bottled up. Because not all of the gallant stallion that he was before was because of the desire to impress. Ambrose was a man of will, and truly wanted to do good for his own sake. However, the skinwalker curse has buried that.
Update: Ambrose is/was CHARMED!
Angelina, upon hearing of his condition, sought a way to help the soquili she still loved that had turned the things he felt for her into a twisted perversion of the once pure emotion.
With the story beginning to spread along the Kawani lands about a cure for the madness that plagues skinwalkers, she sought out a gem from an angeni, so that she could cure the soquili she loved.
 History: Ambrose's father, Andreu was the prize and joy of the royal family - a true unicorn that was almost never seen in the nation of France. His mother, Ambrosia, was the finest of the fine Arabian mares. When the two bred, only the finest of steeds were expected from the coupling. They hoped to produce a horse with the physique of the expertly bred Arabians, with the majesty of the unicorn - bearing the horn. And that's exactly what they got... in Ambrose's brother, Dreu. Dreu bore the signature horn of his father, and was poised from the day he was born. Dreu was destined for great things - to be the steed of royalty. Ambrose, on the other hand, was a disappointment. While he had the noble bearing, almost nothing of the unicorn came through on his features except for his cloven hooves - which did nothing except make him difficult to shoe. However, the wild unicorn only watered down the fine arabian breeding in his physique. Regardless, Ambrose was still a fine stallion - graceful and agile, but his true merit was not in his physique but in his temper. While at first he was overlooked, Ambrose was brave, noble, and good-hearted, truly inheriting the real, true qualities of a unicorn (which despite the majestic build of his brother - he got none of). However, while Dreu became the steed of royals - ridden by the prince himself, Ambrose became the steed of the finest of the king's guard - certainly, a noble position, and quite respectable. Although, Ambrose was no fool and knew the disappointment that others saw in him. Although, when truth was told, Ambrose loved his position - he was serving a noble purpose - if only it garnished the same sort of respect...
It came the time that the New World was being explored. The King sought to stake a claim in this territory, and decisions were made, and one of the most respected men in the Kingdom was charged with overseeing the expedition. This man was Ambrose's human. So with him went Ambrose, on the ship, for months at sea, until finally he reached the new world.
It was very different than France. Things were wild and untamed, and it called to a part of Ambrose that he never knew that he had in him before. However, Ambrose had learned a long time ago to repress his fears and much of his emotions to be a stoic mount and a true war horse. And for quite some time, Ambrose stuck through the savage wilderness as the humans built structures. The food was poor compared to the royal stables. The makeshift structures did little to protect from the biting cold of the winter.
However, it was when he traveled on exploratory journeys that he encountered the wild horses of the region. At first, his impression was dismissive, derisive. They were shy and spooked in the presence of he and the other French horses that wore leather and metal. But there was one - one that had a spirit to her, that was inquisitive and up front. And something all together fascinating : Angelina. While they were as different as night and day, something between the two sparked. Times were difficult with the settlement. Ambrose knew that the humans didn't know what they were doing, and that they were going hungry. And the longer that he was with Angelina the more that wild country called to him. Angelina's herd did not approve of this stranger, and Ambrose had a duty to the men he came with... but both longed for the company of the other. And Ambrose began to see what his people were doing: capturing the wild horses, breaking them against their wills...
One day, they made plans. They would run away together to one of the other wild herds of the South on the night when the moon was full. There would be plenty of light to see by. The deal was sealed with a kiss, and both returned to their homes to await their reunion. However, the plan was doomed to failure...
That night, Ambrose did keep his promise and escape. He headed enthusiastically towards the meeting place, and they fled together - away from her herd and everything that was familiar to him. However, before they reached their destination, another shape found the idealistic stallion, and changed him irrevocably.
Roleplay Color: darkblue
Mate: None
Lineage
Ambrose is the son of the proud unicorn stallion Andreu ((does not exist in the shop)) - Andreu was a gleaming white unicorn with crystal blue eyes and pale flaxen mane.
His mother is the fine Arabian mare Ambrosia ((does not exist in the shop)) - Ambrosia was the color of honey with an even paler blonde mane and tail and a delicate, perfectly sculpted frame.
Siblings:
Dreu ((Does not exist in the shop))
Previous Stages:
Children: None
Herd: None
Friends: Angelina
Siggy Image: Here
Breeding One: Angelina
Breeding Agreement: Blanket Agreement between Sabin and Kamiki's soquili
Children:
Plot: See above for extensive description, ending with Angelina rescuing Ambrose, charming him and returning the stallion's mind.
Breeding Two: Will be lifemated to Angelina
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Breeding Three: Will be lifemated to Angelina
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Breeding Four: Will be lifemated to Angelina
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 7:12 am
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Name: Umbra
The shadow the moon casts, and given to her to honor the twilight colors of her pelt. She cares little for her name now, nor does she have any real use for it, though in a way, it is still perversely fitting. The cat travels like a shadow in the night.
Colorist: Sabin Duvert
Obtained: June Colorist Credits
Sex: Female
Breed: Horsebreed Unicorn turned Catwalker
Familiar: none
Personality: Before Umbra was cursed, she was a self-serving greedy unicorn. She was never a full-blooded unicorn - her mother was a regular soquili (and she does not bear the signature leonine tail that true unicorns possess). And while she possessed the healing ability of the unicorns just about as powerful as the fullblooded ones, her heart was never as pure, her intentions never as altruistic. She would tout her abilities, and be more than willing ot help others... for their thanks, often material ones. She valued jewelry and beautiful items more than the wellbeing of others. She was vain, greedy, and shallow, but never was overly obvious about it. She could be sweet and contrite, but was always serving her own interests.
After the curse, the greediness and possessiveness about Umbra was twisted, perverted, and corrupted. She did realize how flimsy and worthless the treasures truly were, and instead set her sights on other living creatures. She would collect them, possess them, their very lives. And she uses her healing magic to keep them alive, but barely so. She keeps them weak, a constant supply of food. Like the cat whose form she can now take, she plays with her prey, covets, and collects.
Note: I have permission from Uta to grandfather in Umbra's healing ability given the context to use it to further the twisted skinwalker desires rather than any sort of beneficial healing.
 History:
The throaty growl that rumbled in her throat was a mockery of the purr that lesser felines made, and yet for Umbra it truly was a noise of utter pleasure. She licked the blood carefully from her paws with her rough tongue, savoring every ghost of a taste. There was such delight, such utter bliss that came with the discovery of a new taste, and she sought to fully appreciate every last drop. Her silvery eyes cast possessively over the forms that decorated the cave that she had claimed as her own. There were large forms, small forms... One of them had been the alpha of his herd, thinking himself matchess in strength. His flesh was hearty, savory. Another, a delicate blossom of a mare, whose blood tasted as sweet as nectar. There was the bear that had called this cave his own before she had claimed it. He had put on such a fuss when she had arrived, but lo be it to think him better than her. His flesh was wild, gamey, but no less delicious than any of her other possessions. Each body that lay on her floor was different. She cared little for their stories, other than some seemed to scream more sharply or more melodiously to her ears when she bit into them. The music of their screams was almost as delightful as the rich, savory flavors of their meat. For they were still very much alive. Umbra had seen to that. Her feline senses were acute, her nose was sharp. She could smell Death when it was hedging in on one of her playthings. He could not have them! They were hers to enjoy, hers to play with. And she saw to it with the use of the horn on her head that her treasures never crossed the threshold into dead flesh. Oh they got close, deliciously close. Their bodies were wracked in pain almost continuously, as she had to make certain that they could not leave her. Legs were broken, spines were crushed, but they were not dead. And Umbra was honing her skills by the day to try to forbid them even the peace of unconsciousness or numb paralysis. And if she made a mistake, if she hit them too hard so that they did not feel anymore, she would fix it, and then, she could hit them again. Somewhere different. To see what noise they would make when she hit them there. To hear and taste and smell their agony which was almost as nourishing to the skinwalker as their flesh itself. Such delightful games they played.
Umbra padded around the walls, inspecting each of her treasures to check on their infections and ragged breathing, occasionally taking a delicious taste, occasionally mending an infection that threatened to poison their blood. When she reached the end of her circuit, she paused, growling pleased at the battered mare that lay still save for the uneven rise and fall of her chest. This one was her first possession, and that made it a certain kind of special. Slitted pupils lingered on the delicate chain that wrapped itself around the mare's neck and a titter of a laugh shook the cat. She remembered little of her life before, nor did she care to. She did not mourn the memories that faded more and more by the day into a thick mist of obscurity. But seeing that necklace brought flashes to her mind, and let her exhalt in the power and wealth that she now possessed; far beyond any ridiculous trinkets she had put value on before.
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Umbra had always been a little bit strange. Now, Umbra had been far from crazy, but almost anyone - man or soquili, has their quirks. A distant mother had led to her craving attention and appreciation. When her mother had shown her affection, it was in the form of gifts: a delicate necklace that a Kawani woman had woven, or a lovely flower for her mane. And so, as Umbra had grown, she began to see these possessions as analogous with attention and love. And so, when one day her mother told her that she was grown and should find her own place in the world, she had clung to these trappings as her treasures, permanent reminders of affection shown. Over the seasons, the young mare had collected many more beautiful, shining treasures. Rings to adorn her ears, elegant draperies, necklaces in the form of precious stones or metals. She never missed an opportunity to talk about them to a stranger whose eyes lingered on them, or to offer her services as a healer in order to procure a new bauble. Every feather, every pendant had a story, and she could recite them with pride. How she got it, who gave it to her, what noble service she had done to earn such a valuable treasure. For while Umbra possessed the healing magic of a unicorn's horn, the heart that beat in her breast was no match for the noble organ that drove a true unicorn. She could heal, but it was for ultimately selfish reasons of possession and wealth. And this flaw had not gone unnoticed by the darkest of souls, the progenitor skinwalker Oyohusa.
One evening, when the sun was being swallowed by the earth and the land was painted in violets, a stranger had approached Umbra. Given her healing ability and shimmering treasures, Umbra was not unused to attention, and she so she did not fear the man clad in skins. With a strange twinkle in his eyes that Umbra had not noticed, he had praised her treasures. This human could speak to her! And more than that, he seemed to know exactly what to say to quickly have Umbra in the palm of his hand, tittering with mock humility.
Once he had her attention, a gnarled hand clumsily stroked her midnight coat as he spoke in an almost mesmerizing voice. "Your treasures are beautiful, certainly, but there is a treasure far greater than any you yet possess."
Umbra's ears flattened and she looked, scandalized to the man. "I possess pearls from the depths of the sea, gold carved from the mountains of the North, and even a stone of Jade from a land further away than any soquili could walk in a lifetime."
The man laughed, which sounded more like a dry cough than any sound of amusement, but Umbra paid it no mind. "These things are but baubles. Colorful bits of discarded trash from the great mountains, an irritated tumor from a clam! These things have no true value. I can give you a gift that has no equal." He pulled from around his neck a medicine bag made of worn leather. Even closed, an acrid searing smell tickled Umbra's nose, but in her hunger for this grand treasure, Umbra paid it no attention.
"Yes!" She wheedled, "Please, may I have this treasure, human? Is there a healing that you need me to perform? I will even grant you a ride on my back for this priceless treasure you speak of!"
The smile twisted on his face, seeming to nearly tear his face apart it was so wide. "I require of you no service," He began, pulling at the drawstrings with a torturously slow pace to Umbra. As soon as the top was open, gaping like a maw, Umbra's curiousity could no longer be restrained. She stuck her nose into the bag, determined to discover what possession this smelly man could have that could best HER collection. But as she breathed in to investigate, it felt as if she had inhaled pure fire. Her nose burned in agony as fiery tendrils seemed to snake through her innards, clawing and biting, and driving her mad. She reared, letting loose a shrill whinny. She turned to face the man, but he was gone... and then so soon after was her consciousness.
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When Umbra woke, she felt ALIVE. More alive than any day before. It was like her mind had been sheltered in a sweltering desert heat and now was set out into the crisp winter snows. Her body responded with such grace and power, and a hunger clawed at her belly. It had not taken her long to find another - a beautiful mare was out alone in a pasture despite being the dead of night. But Umbra's eyes immediately went to a necklace the hung around her neck. It seemed to be spun of such delicate silver that nothing shy of a spider could have created it. Droplets of pure moonlight hung captured in that silver web. Umbra yearned. This had to be the treasure that the man had spoken of, it had to be hers. And then, with a ferocity born of madness, a hunger that drove her greed and her belly, she had pounced. Never for a moment did her mind question that violence was the only option to get what she wanted. Never for a moment did resentment or guilt flit in her breast.
But as the mare fell to her claws and teeth, screaming in agony, and hot, delcious blood splattering into her mouth, Umbra had an epiphany. Oyohusa had given her a far greater gift than the one wrapped around this mare's gurgling neck. He had given her claws, sabre-like teeth, and the power to TAKE what she wanted. With a roaring laugh, Umbra tore away at the restrictive chains of gold and heavy blankets of silk that lay over her like the trash that they were. With new eyes, she looked down at the bleeding, quivering mare with a new appreciation. She could possess much much more than trinkets, she could possess this beautiful, delicious, delightful mare in her entirety. Sinking dagger-teeth into her flank, Umbra began to drag her away.
This would be but the the first piece of many in her NEW collection.
Roleplay Color: #0066CC
Mate: None
Children: None
Herd: None
Friends: Umbra doesn't have friends. Umbra has possessions.
Siggy Image: Here
Breeding One: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children:
Breeding Two: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Three: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Breeding Four: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 9:07 am
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 Name: Lovely Loveless
Colorist: Selalusia
Obtained: Valentine's Day Build-A-Soq/Gift from Kamiki
Sex: Female
Breed: Kirin Halfbreed Catwalker
Familiar: none
Personality: Loveless is a bitter, jaded mare. And since having been cursed, that bitterness has evolved into a seething hatred for happy couples and kirin. She deliberately doesn't wash the blood from her fur, wearing it as a mark of pride and a middle finger to the delicate constitution of the kirin she was raised among.
She despises romance and sees it as a sign of delusion and weakness. Deep down, she harbors jealousy for happy couples and is eager to tear them apart... literally.
History: Loveless, once upon a time, was "Lovely". And once, she was happy. Even though she was a halfbreed Kirin, her fullblooded mother told her that she was beautiful and perfect just the way she was. And that the markings in her fur boded that she would find a stallion who would love her as much as the day was long. And so she grew up a romantic. Idealizing the stallion that woudl sweep her off her feet and make her happy. Her mother always made certain she was well groomed and taken care of. Her mother was an archetypical kirin - disliking grime and particularly blood - she became anxious at the mere sight of it.
And then, it happened. She met a kirin stallion who was everything she thought she wanted in a mate. He was gentle, soft-spoken, and didn't seem to care that she wasn't full blooded. However, one afternoon, they encountered a predator - a fierce cougar who thought that it would make a tasty meal of one of the horses. It sprung, latching onto her beau's flank and he panicked, rearing and bucking. She couldn't just sit there and watch him attacked, and so she fought for him, attacking the cat right back - and succeeding in terribly maiming the cougar - though not without sustaining a few injuries herself to her hind legs.
 However, instead of the thankfulness that she expected that he would show her, he was appalled. How could she raise her hoof against another? Even a predator. He was faint at the sight of blood on her hooves. He had seen a side of her that he could not bear. And so, he broke her heart. She pleaded with him - did he not promise - like her mother said - that he would love her as much as the day was long? He bitterly responded that every day comes to an end - just like the sunset colors of her scales.
She was furious, angry and felt betrayed - by him, by the promises of her mother. And in her weakness, she was found and coerced by Oyohusa. He saw the bitterness and the rage in her eyes and was delighted to see such emotion from a soquili with dominant kirin blood.
He cursed her, and as her becoming rite, she finished the job of slaying the same cougar that had torn their love apart, taking its pelt and its form as her own. She finds bittersweet irony in taking on the guise of the very cat who tore her old life asunder.
Roleplay Color: #CC0066]
Mate: None
Children:
Herd:
Friends:
Siggy Image:Here
Breeding One: Vapor (Lunadriel)
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Form stored: in my quest thread
Children:
Breeding Two: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Three: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Four: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 2:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 4:39 pm
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Name: Thunderbird
Co-owned with Kamiki
Colorist: Sabin Duvert
Obtained: Colorist reward
Sex: Male
Breed: Tribal Angeni
Domain: Storms
Abilities
Familiar: Wakiya the condor.
Personality: Thunderbird is the golden child of Balrog's herd. His arrival is seen as a validation of Balrog's beliefs and Balrog and Stormwild believe him to be a gift and a blessing from their totem, Thunderbird, and he was named in his honor. Thunderbird is exceedingly proud of his heritage - and he believes he has every right to be. He is fully aware of his figurehead status in the herd, and has never questioned it or the gravity that Stormwild and Balrog treat his arrival.
He takes more after Stormwild's level-headedness than Balrog's aggressive and hotheadedness. He is proud and fearless, but views his superiority as just a fact of life, not something to necessarily lord over someone else.
Unlike Balrog, he will abide by lesser soquili - he will even assist them if the need arises. However, his help is not derived from some binding duty, but by his own generosity. He doesn't see himself as being cut from the same cloth as lessers - and anything he would do for them is viewed by him as charity.
History: In a nutshell, not knowing she was pregnant, Stormwild, upon hearing stories of skinwalkers ad the outskirts of the herd's territory, went to go check up on the missing Firestorm and her wingless son's herd. She was stranded when a nasty blizzard rolled in, leaving her to fend for herself and her new baskets alone. But what better target for the aformentioned skinwalkers than a new mother, weak from the exhaustion - the smell of blood still on the air. Kumiho and Cerberus were on the prowl, Kumiho herself heavy with foals. Upon seeing the baskets, a wicked desire boiled in her chest - to take the baskets for her own use, the infant foals already inside would nourish her young.
When the snows cleared and Balrog found Stormwild, she was battered and beaten, the clearing full of destruction. But miraculously, one basket appeared in tact, despite the fact that Stormwild swore that all of them had been destroyed or stolen in the fight.
Thanking the spirits for this one precious basket, the two of them carefully made their way back to the herdlands on the ground route. The child was named Thunderbird in honor of the totem of the herd, who must have blessed this basket...
Roleplay Color: #9944FF
Lineage: Balrog and Stormwild believe that Thunderbird is in some fashion their child. Whether he is a genetic offspring blessed by the gods or a throwback to great lineage, or if his arrival was a gift by the spirits in the place of Balrog's and Stormwild's slaughtered children, it is unknown.
Mate: Stormcloud
Their meeting is here: Stormchaserrs
A New Generation - they adopt a basket
Siblings: None surviving
Previous Stages: Basket / Foal
Children: None
Herd: Balrog & Stormwild's
Friends:
Siggy Image: Here
Breeding One: Lifemated to Stormcloud
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Form Stored: In the MCCL
Children:
Breeding Two: Lifemated to Stormcloud
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Breeding Three: Lifemated to Stormcloud
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Breeding Four: Lifemated to Stormcloud
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 10:37 am
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Name: Zion
Colorist: Sabin Duvert
Obtained: Gift ;_; TY Nymphalidae & Kamiki
Sex: Male
Breed: (Mostly) Angeni
Familiar: Windsong, a melodic, energetic female hummingbird that zips and darts along and ahead of Zion.
Windsong's parents are Shimmerwing and Zahra, also both members of the Thunderbird herd
Personality: Zion is an upbeat soquili, frequently found with a smile on his face. He is reverent of life - particularly his own - the joys that each day brings - from the crisp mountin winds to the fresh grass and his loving family and herdmages.
He is proud of his herd and of himself - he has no reason not to be.
He gets along well with most of the other members of the Thunderbird herd - though does not take life too seriously. If another herdmate is angry or upset, he's quick to attempt to lighten their spirits with a smile and a diversionary story.
He hasn't known hardship in his life, and has no reason not to take life with a relaxed stride.
History: Zion is the son of Xaviera & Jericho. Jericho brought Xaviera into the old winged herd of Balrog & Stormwild. The herd leaders were ecstatic as true angeni began to join their herd - both seeing as a blessing of the spirits in the form of the alphas' own basket as well as other long-time members of the herd taking them as mates. They see the arrival of Zion and his siblings (and their mother, Xaviera) as heralds of a dawn of a new era in their herd and confirmation of their strength and destiny.
Roleplay Color: #9966BB
Mate: None
Lineage: Xaviera (mother), Jericho (father)
Siblings: Rephaim, Euphrates
Previous Stages: Basket / Foal
Children: None
Herd: Balrog & Stormwild's
Friends:
Siggy Image:Here
Breeding One: OPEN
have tried a fling before with pinkdog's Ristyx
Form stored: in my quest thread
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children:
Breeding Two: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Three: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Four: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 3:17 pm
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 Name: Avalon
Colorist: Ameh
Obtained: Custom Slot
Sex: Female
Breed: Dark Dapple Angeni
Domain: Freedom
Abilities:: Listed Here
Familiar: none
Personality: Avalon is the spirit of freedom itself. She loves nothing more than the feel of the wind in her mane and tail and the clear, open skies. She goes where she chooses, and rarely stays in one place for very long. She does not avoid other soquili, but does not make lasting relationships or friendships, either, seeing that as an anchor to a location or a way of life. She is freedom to the extreme - all of the boons and costs. She does not shun humans, but would never let herself be ridden, let alone saddled. She does accept gifts of offerings in the form of jewelery and other baubles, but will never own anything that she cannot take with her. Furthermore, if need be, she will sacrifice any material possessions in a moment if they would endanger by snagging on or being grabbed by something. She lives for the moments - the sweet breezes, the majestic sunrises, chasing fireflies at night or pushing herself to see how high she can soar. She also can be resolute to her decisions, valuing above all her free will.
History: Avalon lives for the moment. She treasures memories of sights, smells, and experiences, but she defines herself by these experiences more than family or other ties to individuals. As the Angeni of Freedom, she refuses to acknowledge any sort of predestiny, even that of her own blood and familial ties. Certainly, she remembers her parents, but the past is not something that she dwells on, nor does she wish to be restrained in any way, shape or form, even familial obligations.
Roleplay Color: slategrey
Mate: None; Avalon would never be tied down
Lineage Unknown
Children:
Herd: None. Avalon would likely never choose to be fettered with a herd.
Friends:
Siggy Image: Here
Breeding One: Beltane
Children: Neena & Flidais
Plot: RP'd Here
Breeding Two: OPEN, but have a few ideas
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Three: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Breeding Four: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:00 pm
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 Name: Malach HaMavet
(Literally "The Angel of Death" in Hebrew)
Co-Owned with Kamiki
Colorist: Ameh
Obtained: Bribe
Sex: Female
Breed: Mutant Angeni / Hellboy II Cosplay
Domain: Death
Abilities: Listed here
Familiar: none
Personality: Malach HaMavet, despite her foreboding appearence, is a surprisingly impassive soquili. She views herself as outside of life, watching, and fulfilling her duties. She says that her heart dried up and turned to dust long, long ago.
She is the angeni of death - but does not choose when it is time for others to pass on - merely presides over the passing, an usher between life and the great unknown.
She bears the mask of death itself - a terrifying visage that reminds others of their own mortality - weathered by time. Her eyeless face is a symbol of her neutrality - she doesn't care how great or how small one was in life - to her, they are the same.
Malach is not social. She dwells in forgotten places, not caring about aesthetics or keeping things around her in good repair. From her home, she can preside over prophecies and uses other divining methods - aware of when a soquili comes to a crossroad in their life - where a decision may lead to their death, or their survival. In these situations, her shadow figuratively looms over them, waiting to see if she will reap their soul, or withdraw to meet them again at a future venture. It makes no difference to her if a soul is taken sooner or later - though sometimes she is aware of possible repercussions if one lives or dies.
Malach HaMavet speaks in a hoarse whisper.
History: Unknown.
Roleplay Color: #997766?
Mate: None
Children: None
Herd:
Friends:
Siggy Image: here
Breeding One: Reserved for SkullKandy - Agreement
Children:
Plot: RP Here - SkullKandy is fascinated with death and its traditions, and Malach abides by him, letting him be a apprentice of sorts.
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Lesson One
Breeding Two: Reserved for Chauvet - Agreement
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Breeding Three: - MY discretion -
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Breeding Four: - MY discretion -
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 1:07 pm
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Name: Quetzalcoatl
Co-owned with Kamiki
Colorist: Merangue
Obtained: Big Bribe Slot
Sex: Male
Breed: Quetzalcoal Angeni
Quetzalcoatl is the Central American deity represented by a raindbow-feathered serpent. He was the deity of the rain and resurrection, learning and knowledge. The Precious Twin who lifts the sun out of darkness, god of the winds and the breath of life, First Lord of the Toltecs. Lawgiver, civilizer, creator of the calender.
Domain: Immortality
Familiar: Huitzilopochtli the Hummingbird
Personality: Quetzalcoatl is extravagant, showy, and possesses a huge force of personality. He expects respect from others, feeling entitled to praise if not abject worship. While he is a bit of a fish out water in the Kawani lands, he expects others to bend to his desires and needs as opposed to the other way around. However, to those who admire him, he can be a benevolent Angeni, though may ask for displays of loyalty.
History: Quetzalcoatl hails from the Central America jungles, where the Mayan and Aztec tribes built huge pyramids. However, while Quetzalcoatl thrived there, and was even worshipped by some of the people there, a scourge came to the land in the form of foreigners on ships from across the ocean. They slaughtered the people and pillaged the land of its wealth. He tried to stay, help the soquili there, and defend the people, but in the end, it was a losing battle and Quetzalcoal moved North to where he heard that the soquili were still plentiful, and the people still had freedom.
Roleplay Color: dodgerblue
Mate: Quetzalcoatl is lifemated to Darshan - a handsome fellow from another, different lands. He has entered into his company, and the two of them have been granted miracle children by the wishing star.
Roleplay / A Wish Granted
Miracle Children with Darshan
Tlanequiliztli, Ampulex Dementor, Citlalli, Lakhmi
Lineage???
Herd: None
Friends:
Siggy Image: Here
Breeding One: Brigitte
Children: Xibalba, Cihuacoatl
Plot: RP'd Here
Breeding Two: Brigitte
Children:: Oyoac, Mixchatl, Obeah
Plot: See Above
Breeding Three: Reserved for Alejandra - Agreement
Children::
Plot: Alejanda would be more of a surrogate, and a fine mare that captures Q's attention.
Breeding Four: OPEN
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 Name: Mixcatl
(Pron: Meesh-cot-l). Wind Serpent / Jaguar Princess)
Colorist: King Inversitle
Obtained: Bribe Breeding
Sex: Female
Breed: 2nd Gen Angeni
Familiar: Huetzin the Bobcat
Huetzin adores mixcatl and is quite artistic - he cobbles together "pieces" from some of the trinkets that Mixcatl finds and brings home.
Personality: Mixcatl is truly a force of nature. Wild and fierce, with seeming boundless energy and spirit, she seems to be a manifestation of a lot of her father's presence, but tinged with a wild, almost feral, predatory side. This is certainly not to say that Mixcatl doesn't appreciate the finer things in life, namely in the form of trinkets and jewelry; Mixcatl has no small amount of vanity despite her wild-child nature.
History: For the second time, and in a manner much like the first strange chemistry, Quetzalcoatl and Brigitte had an encounter. Unbeknowest to Quetzalcoatl, Brigitte was left with foal again. Over time, and as her belly swelled, Sabin and Anju's herd near by made note of her condition and began to make plans to once again "rescue" the baskets from the unfit mother. However, one evening, Taraxippus found her no longer pregnant. At first, he was worried that she may have killed the foals, but upon managing to lure her away and investigate the dark graveyard that Brigitte calls her home, he found a bright rainbowy basket. Someone else, apparently, had managed to secure the newborn foals into baskets in time - but who? He scoured the graveyard for more before Brigitte came back - and managed to find a serpentine-like basket with a shiny red jewel. However, despite his efforts, Taraxippus overlooked the final basket that blended in quite well with the dark shadows in the burial site. Brigitte was coming back, and he had to get out of there. Believing that those were the only ones, Taraxippus took the two he had found back to the herd. Preoccupied with the raising and grooming to his ideals of his own daughter, Seance, and the new arrival of the basket of a new half-sibling, Taraxippus gave the two baskets he found to their older siblings, Cihuacoatl and Xibalba. He figured that they were at least half-siblings, and more likely full given the snake-like patterns and rainbows that obviously were not present in Brigitte. He gave the snake-like one to Cihuacoatl and the rainbow-colored one to Xibalba, telling them that the baskets were their responsibility.
Xibalba, a young stallion and not the most sane individual in the world, wasn't quite prepared for the responsibility, but Psyche was eager to lend a hoof, seizing the opportunity to reconnect with Xibalba whom she felt had grown more distant since his encounter with Brigitte. While not exactly the best parental figures in the world, the friends inspired Mixcatl's sense of adventure and love of exploring the dense woods and the prizes that could be found. While Mixcatl doesn't quite have Psyche or Xibalba's appreciation for the very strange, she did seize on the material treasures that could sometimes be found in unlikely places. Growing up, she's a handful, full of energy, and rarely still, often slipping out from under the less-than-watchful eyes of her guardians.
Roleplay Color: #CC9944
Mate: None
Lineage: Brigitte (mother), Quetzalcoatl (father)
Siblings: Cihuacoatl and Xibalba (Older full siblings),
Oyoac, Obeah
Previous Stages: Basket / Foal
Herd:
Friends:
Siggy Image: Here
Breeding One: Einarr
Children: Sigurd & Ixchel
Plot: Here
Breeding Two: Chemosh (Katch)
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Form stored: in my quest thread
Children::
Plot: If this breeding occurs, it will be between two herdmates that have known each other for years
Breeding Three: CLOSED (have a few ideas)
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Breeding Four: OPEN
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 10:17 pm
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 Name: Kunal
Kunal followed the Hindu/Indian (and Bollywood actor) naming scheme from his mother, Aishwarya.
Kunal means "Lotus; Golden".
ADDITIONALLY, The name Kunal in Hindi, Arabic, and Spanish means "Eagle" or "Protector of the Skies", thus it meaning 'Kunal' symbolises the Eagle. The eagle his name symbolises is the Black Eagle and also symbolises the spider, and is said as this because he was one who gave hope and was someone that people could go to for help, representing the eight legs saying that he could help people and do many things at once, and is said to have the personality of one; like a spider, he can be calm, but angered, he turns ferocious and attacks. This is a trait that all known Kunal's carry. Kunal is also the name of a Himalayan bird, the 'Painted Snipes' . The meaning of Kunal in Sanskrit is "Lotus". Kunal also means "bird with beautiful eyes", "someone who sees beauty in everything" or "one with beautiful eyes.
Colorist: Mindsend
Obtained: Mindsend May Bribe Slots - Birthday gift from Sayuri! <3
Sex: Male
Breed: Half-Angeni
Familiar: none
Personality: Like his father, Kunal carries himself with dignity and confidence. He considers his angeni heritage, particularly being the son of a domained angeni, as a badge of pride and responsibility - to the point of taking it upon himself to stick his nose into other peoples' business to help them. He carries himself with an air of superiority, and the best way to shatter his calm confidence is to question his capabilities as not a full angeni. He is not ashamed of his mother at all, and considers her a rare, beautiful mare, and surely could not have watered down his noble blood.
More than simply being trustworthy, Kunal wants to be considered trustworthy and honorable, building a reputation for himself. He would never turn down a cry for help, virtually regardless of who might be asking - it would be turning away from duty. He sees himself as a protector of the weak (also which boosts his ego if someone else needs him). Thus, Kunal looks for the good in all who he deals with, and comes with a measure of gullibility if someone were to play him. He also can be riled if his competence is questioned. He wears his pride on his sleeve and it is easily wounded. As much as he is loathe to admit it, Kunal has a temper.
History: Kunal is the son of Aishwarya and Vespasian, the Angeni of Nobility.
Roleplay Color: #992277
Mate: None
Lineage: Aishwarya (mother), Vespasian (father)
Siblings: Anushka, Priyanka
Previous Stages: Basket / Foal
Children: None
Herd:
Friends:
Siggy Image: Here
Breeding One:Sayerauho - Uta
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children: 1 / 2 / 3
Plot:Devraj was born to Sayerauho - a harpy with ancestry in the Flock, but whose mother struck out on her own. However, she carries with her some of the beliefs carried down from having come from a maternal line of flock harpies. Boys were not allowed to stay with her past the point of maturity. That being said, his father, Kunal, while only a half-blooded Angeni carried himself with all the pride and dignity of a full blooded one (if not more than a little on the prideful side than a true, pure, angeni). When he saw that one of his foals came out with the double-wing trait, this was only further "proof" to the stallion that the angelic blood was strong in his line, especially when he coupled with a nonwinged (and thus certainly worthy) mare. It also justified the nobility of his mother.
He and Sayerauho shared much of the foals' growing childhood sharing custody ((in Kunal's eyes - it was the ONLY honorable choice, and he would never do something dishonorable willingly. And Sayerauho - while she wished to follow the tenants set before her by her mother before her - was reluctant to just send her foals off to never be seen again, as these were her first.) So growing up, Devraj and his brother got a lot of time with both of his parents.
Both Sayerauho and Kunal each gave gifts to their foals as a parting gift/memory even when they split up when the foals reached adulthood.
Breeding Two: Absinthe / Uncert (Strifeling)
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
Children::
Plot: Absinthe isn't the most stable emotionally, and doesn't perceive emotions in the same way as most others do. She didn't have a good mother or father figure early in life, and now she's a wanderer who shies away from close relationships. In her plotline, she has an emotional timeline that goes from broken --> closer to normal --> more broken --> completely shattered --> healing up. Absinthe remains distant in her relationships until she has children that she bonds to, but her partner leaves and takes the children away. She didn't see this coming, so she feels betrayed and heartbroken. She regresses emotionally from the "closer to normal" stage and into the "more broken" stage. This is the point at which she would meet Kunal.
Plot points:
Absinthe had heard of a stallion descended from the angeni of nobility; she heard of Kunal's helpful, dutiful nature and now seeks him out for his bloodline. Her goal is to replace the children she lost (that were taken from her).
Absinthe finds Kunal and aks for his help, first with relatively minor things (ex. perhaps pretending to be lost and feigning mild illness, asking him to find an herb for her); being the person he is, Kunal obliges. Absinthe and Kunal spend a little time together as a result of this. She takes advantage of him, playing the part of a sweet young (and weak) mare in distress, and caters to his ego with thankfulness and flattery that comes off as sincere.
Eventually, Absinthe tells him that others are after her and asks for his protection for a time. (This is a lie she made up for Kunal, but she doesn't know it's actually true -- her dad got involved in some unsavory things in the past and made a deal with shady characters, and now they're after Absinthe to use her as a bargaining chip. This could or could not have relevance to this plot?) Again, he obliges. The two spend more time together.
Absinthe makes a move on Kunal, and he reciprocates. Kunal believes himself to be her protector and is attracted to her, and as such they have multiple encounters. This continues until Absinthe begins to show signs of her pregnancy. (This goes noticed by Kunal??) However, Absinthe doesn't intend to share her children this time, and she flees before the children are born. (Does Kunal pursue?? Depending on what happens, children could end up with either parent, or split between the two, or raised by others.)
Breeding Three: Possibly LOLTERNATIVE's Vanya
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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Breeding Four: Possibly Lhuysii
Link to Breeding Agreement: Here
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