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Vulpine

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Vital statistics

Full name: Vulpine
Nickname(s): N/A
Gender: Mare
Breed: Kalona
Physical Characteristics: Average height (for a Kalona), muscular Kalona mare.
Romantic Status: Heterosexual, single

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Family

Father: N/A
Mother: N/A
Full-blood siblings: N/A
Lifemate: N/A
Children: N/A

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Vulpine's Story

From the moment she was born, Vulpine was drilled with the understanding that she, like the rest of her family and the rest of her race, was a superior being. The child pair of fierce Kalona fighters, Vulpine had a ready-made support and training system in place, beginning with her first breath: seven siblings between her father and mother, including two who were full blood siblings. Her parents were proud of their daughter, regarding any child of theirs as something to celebrate and to cherish...in their own way. Along with her older brother, who had been born a year before Vulpine and was still a young foal himself, Vulpine was rapidly trained in the art of being a Kalona: fangs, fight, and ferocity!

A naturally quick study, Vulpine caught on very quickly and made her parents even prouder. Though on the smaller side for a Kalona, Vulpine made up for that loss with quick reflexes, a shrewd mind for strategy, and a ferocity that would make even the most seasoned Kalona warrior think twice about engaging her.

Upon reaching young adulthood, Vulpine took off on her own. She was young and idealistic, and fully believed it was time for her to move on and embrace her destiny as a Kalona: kill any encroaching lessers, any mixed breeds, or Kalona who were willing to dilute the blood. Stay true to her family, and her training. Stay in fine fighting form, and find a stallion (or a few stallions) who were worthy of breeding with her and furthering the family line. She wasn't sure what she thought of that last one; while she would never accuse her mother of being soft or weak, being pregnant sure took up a lot of time.

But that would come later; for the time being, she would focus on the rest of the mission. After a short period of roaming, she found what she believed to be the ideal region: a vast ocean of scrub land, populated by numerous game animals and few lesser Soquili. While she was willing to kill Soquili, she didn't care for lessers and hated the idea of having to trip over them all the time.

It was while she was living in the scrublands that she first heard tell of a large gathering of Kalona. Her older brother, who was much more mobile than she was and her primary source of news, sought her out expressly to tell her the interesting story. Apparently in the lands beyond the desert and mountains, there was a lush, lovely region of land just crawling with game. However, it was also crawling with lesser Soquili, human beings, and, worst of all, lapsed Kalona. It appeared that a few Kalona had formatted the idea of doing a 'punitive expedition' to clean out the scrap and enjoy the spoils; the idea caught on, and before long it became known that the Kalona herd was recruiting. Any like minded Kalona with a bent for justice and racial purity was welcomed and encouraged to join in.

Her brother had been dismissive of the idea. While he believed the basic idea had merit, he had been scornful of the wishful thinking that so many individual Kalona would be able to cohabitate and cooperate. Even having the same ideals, Kalona were extremely combative and confrontational; he had been sure the whole expedition would dissolve into chaos and infighting.

Vulpine, however, had been intrigued. Her life in the scrub land had become predictable and dull, and she was interested in seeing what things were like in the lands beyond. She was also interested in testing her skills on a wider playing field, and bringing a bit of Kalona justice to the lands beyond. There was nothing worse than a degenerate Kalona, and what she heard of the situation in those 'Kawani lands' was enough to make her stomach churn.

So she'd set out, finding the Kalona herd and settling in for the long haul. As her brother had predicted, herd life was hardly peaceful; the herd members fought regularly, as different ideologies and beliefs were confronted and clashed. Vulpine managed to avoid the majority of the fighting, preferring to stick to herself and keep her own counsel, even in the midst of the herd. However, before the Kalona Herd had left their 'starting point', Vulpine had been involved in at least five skirmishes with her new herdmates, two of them resulting in fatalities.

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It had started well enough, as far as punitive expeditions went. The initial attack had gone better than any of the Kalona could have dreamt, Vulpine included. While still not a fan of the herd on principal, she had to admit that the leadership knew what they were about. By the time the Kalona herd had arrived at the Kawani lands, even the loners were a unified fighting machine, with minimal breakdowns in order leading to in-fighting. This served the additional purpose of whipping the Kalona's collective bloodlust even higher; when it was time to attack, they attacked with a vengeance.

Vulpine had never in her life been so satiated. The killing was pathetically easy, and she knew it wouldn't take long for her to begin to grow bored if things remained as they were. At the same time, she was able to eat as she had never eaten before, gorging herself practically to the point of collapse if she felt so inclined. The first attack went brilliantly, the Kawani village and their Soquili providing little beyond a token resistance. At the time, it seemed that the attack would be over practically before it had begun.

That had proved to be far from the reality of the situation. The staggering success of the initial atack had been followed by setbacks the like of which the herd had never anticipated. They were defeated in two seperate skirmishes with the local Soquili, a rag-tag bunch at best composed of the very same scum the Kalona herd had come to wipe out. Lessers of all sorts, half-breeds...there were even pure Kalona in the ranks of the defending Soquili, as disgusting as the thought was. And that raggle-taggle combination managed to defeat the Kalona herd!

Though the Kalona were successful in future skirmishes, the resistance was much stiffer than they had anticipated. It wasn't long before the solidarity of the herd started to fray. In the end, the great vision of the Kalona herd was gone, followed soon by the herd itself. Fighting within the ranks and the challenges faced by the herd led to Kalona breaking away, some to return to their previous lands, others to stay and make a new life in the new territories of the Kawani lands. And others...

Vulpine had fought viciously in the various battles of the Kalona 'War,' never straying from her principals. In a way, she reveled in the setbacks; the ease of the original actions had been good for slaking her bloodlust, but had done nothing to stimulate her desire to hunt. In the ensuing fights, as she killed and fought in turn for her own life, she reveled in the chance to truly demonstrate her prowess and show the Kalona race to its best advantage. When the herd had begun to break up, she had been philosophical...until she learned that there were those in the herd who were breaking off and leaving because they actually sympathized with the local Soquili!

Yet again, she had been shocked. But this time, the disgust went much deeper. These Kalona were no backwoods ignorants; they had fought in arms with fellow Kalona fully aware of and embracing the principal of racial purity. To think that there were Kalona who could live in that ideal only to abandon it when it became inconvenient!

Vulpine no longer ran with a herd, but she had found a new purpose. She too would be staying in the Kawani Lands. However, it was not for purposes of socialization or sympathy. Oh no. She would hunt down turncoat Kalona, and she would destroy them.  

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Vulpine's Familiar
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At this time, Vulpine has no familiar.

 

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Vulpine's Roleplays

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RP Availability: Open for RP

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RP Log

01. [PRP] Teeth and Claws (Vulpine and Ire) [link]
02. [PRP] We Meet Again (Vulpine and Wretch) [link]
03. [PRP] How a Moon can Change Things (Vulpine and Aveshar) [link]

 

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Sibbi

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Vital statistics

Full name: Sibbi
Nickname(s): Babsy
Gender: Mare
Breed: Wind
Physical Characteristics: Short, dainty mare with wind wings.
Romantic Status: Heterosexual, single

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Family

Father: Safi
Other Father: Duo Maxwell
Full-blood siblings:
-sister Saffron
Lifemate: N/A
Children: N/A

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Sibbi's Story

Sibbi was at an advantage from the moment she was 'born.' Like her sister Saffron before her, Sibbi was a 'miracle baby,' a gift from the gods in response to her fathers' deep love for one another and equally deep desire for children. One morning, her father Safi walked out of the family's home cave and nearly stumbled over Sibbi's basket, just as he had nearly stumbled over Saffron's basket a few years previously. Just like before, he and Duo were thrilled and awed to have been so blessed by the spirits. However, this time they were resolved to avoid making the mistakes that had made Saffron's upbringing such a trial.

Consequently, from the moment she emerged from her basket, Sibbi lived a life of gentle indulgence. Rather than the restrictive rules and policies they had embraced with Saffron, Safi and Duo were determined not to bind Sibbi too close. It was tough for them to step back with their newest daughter, but if too much closeness had driven Saffron away, they were determined to keep Sibbi close with freedom. In this, they were aided and abetted as before by Cerdi, Safi's fox familiar. However, unlike before, it was Cerdi's DAUGHTER who become Sibbi's closest companion.

When Sibbi was only a few weeks old, Cerdi welcomed a litter of fox kits and let the curious filly meet them. She immediately bonded with one of the kits, a dainty female named Medina. The feeling was mutual, and with the blessing of the parents involved, Medina became Sibbi's familiar. Though both Safi, Duo, and Cerdi were initially skeptical that such a young familiar would be any sort of chaperone or protection for Sibbi, after a few supervised outings it became apparent that Medina was as rabidly devoted to Sibbi and her welfare as Cerdi was to her father. Consequently, the two were given their fathers' blessings to get out and see the world on their own...within reason.

And see the world they did! Perhaps because of the freedom she was given practically since her birth, Sibbi was a bold and fearless creature. Everything was fascinating to her; she had a boundless curiosity and wanted nothing more than to see, hear, touch, taste, and experience! Sometimes this enthusiasm got her into trouble, like when she was sure she saw a Kelpi in the water and ended up 'learning to swim' much earlier than her fathers had planned; however, it also meant there were few things she feared and nothing she wasn't willing to say.

Since reaching adulthood, Sibbi has moved out of the family home; however, she remains extremely close to her fathers and tends to stick to the home region almost exclusively. Sibbi continues to cherish the dream of meeting either a Kelpi or Mer Soquili, and spends a lot of time in either the great inland lake or trolling the sea coast (with Medina in tow) in hopes of one day achieving her goal.  

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Sibbi's Familiar
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When she was a foal, Sibbi was often left to her own devices under the careful supervision of her father's fox familiar, Cerdi. When she was still young, Cerdi unexpectedly became a father himself, to a litter of kits. The ever inquisitive Sibbi had to meet the babies, and she bonded with one of the little vixens. Medina, the kit, was a bright thing herself, and the two of them bonded before their fathers could blink. As children, they loved to play and prowl together; as adults, Medina is Sibbi's right-hand companion, even when it comes to aerial travel.

 

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Sibbi's Roleplays

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RP Availability: Open for RP

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RP Log

1. [PRP]A Growing Family (Saffron, Sibbi, Safi, and Duo Maxwell) [link]
2. [PRP]Babysitting Duties? (Sibbi and Bliss) [link]
3. [PRP]Mischief! (Sibbi and Medina) [link]
4. [PRP]A Day at the Beach (Sibbi and Liam) [link]
5. [PRP]They're Real (Sibbi and Hippocampus) [link]
6. [PRP]Bestest-Bestest! (Sibbi and Sahaqiel) [link]
7. [PRP]A Care for the Ocean (Sibbi and Kraken) [link]
8. [PRP]Playing Games (Sibbi and Patchems) [link]

 

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Bastian

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Vital statistics

Full name: Bastian
Nickname(s): N/A
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Kelpi/Water Suti hybrid
Physical Characteristics: Short and stocky, with 'Suti horns and kelpi fins
Romantic Status: Heterosexual, single

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Family

Father: N/A
Mother: N/A
Full-blood siblings: N/A
Lifemate: N/A
Children: N/A

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Bastian's Story

Bastian is, and always has been, a child of whimsy. His mother, a water Ulun'Suti, met up with his father, a Kelpi, completely by accident. The two found each other fascinating and exotic, albeit with their mutual passion for water. Neither had any herd or family to speak of, so there was no one to raise any eyebrows at what could, charitably, be called an 'unusual pairing.' But like many fly-by-night couples, when the mystery and newness wore off the relationship his parents realized they were woefully unsuited to anything longer term, and the two amicably parted ways. Shortly thereafter, Bastian was born.

As a child, he was a bit of an odd duck. Like his 'Suti mother, he was small of stature, sported draconic horns, and had leg spikes, as well as the ability to summon a small pool of water up to once a day. From his father, he inherited fins, a strong swimming tail, and the ability to breathe underwater for long periods of time. From both parents, he inherited a pale, rainbowy coat, a love of adventure, and a strong affinity for water. If he was an odd duck, he was at least a happy duck!

Bastian never knew his father, but his mother was all he needed in life. She was brutally honest, whatever the subject; she explained to her son in no uncertain terms that she and his father had realized they would drive each other if they stuck together. She also explained that while his father had been intrigued by the idea of having a child, they decided it would be simpler to just have her raise him. Bastian accepted this without question; after all, he knew his father's name and what he looked like; otherwise, what did he really need a father for?

His youth was a series of travels, starting as soon as he was able to walk. His mother was always on the move, loving the thrill of the unknown and the possibility of adventure. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and Bastian was always delighted to be on the move. His Kelpi side occassionally proved awkward; unlike his mother, he needed to spend part of the day immersed in water. Thanks to their 'Suti powers, even dry regions could be made into somewhat aquatic environments; still, it made certain places more challenging.

When he reached adulthood, Bastian consequently struck out on his own. He loved his mother, but he was ready to explore and live on his own terms, driven more by his own interests. And his greatest interest? Water! It became his life's mission to explore the acquatic world; whether sea coast, lake, stream, waterfall, or pond; if it was water, he wanted to see it, taste it, swim in it.

It was on one of his many ambles up to the coast that he met up with Myrtle, who would become his best friend. Myrtle, a sea turtle, had a naturally pleasant personality and an insatiable sense of curiousity; she had always wanted to experience more of the world, but was severely limited in...well, in being a sea turtle. The two had hit it off right away, so Bastian was determined to find a way to accomodate Myrtle on his travels. In the end, he found an answer in seaweed: a woven bag made of multiple layers of kelp, soaked in and filled with water. Myrtle could ride in the bag in comfort, and Bastian could take her everywhere he went himself. The bag leaked, but it lasted more than long enough for getting around. There was usually a pond or stream around to refill, and when there wasn't...

Well, then it was good he was a half 'Suti!  

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Bastian's Familiar
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Bastian and Myrtle are an unlikely pair, but they make things work. Bastian met Myrtle during his time living on the southern beach; his laid-back attitude and general nonchalance appealed to Myrtle, who found him to be a font of information whenever she asked him anything. For his part, he liked her mild temper and her interest in everything, to the point where he has made special accomodations to bring her with him when he travels. As a half 'Suti, Bastian is able to summon a small pool of water at least once per day; thanks to this puddle, Myrtle is able to stay hydrated while seeing the world!

 

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Bastian's Roleplays

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RP Availability: Open for RP

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RP Log

01. [PRP] The Beautiful Briny Sea (Bastian and Myrtle) [link]
02. [PRP] Where Sand Meets Water (Bastian and Tierra Avani) [link]
03. [PRP] A Rainbow of Differences (Bastian and Quetzal) [link]
04. [PRP] A Watery Introduction (Bastian and Shadow) [link]