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 Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 8:07 pm
Welcome to the original birthplace of Kallisto This journal is maintained by TawnyAngel  Height: 15h Kallisto's Stats Skill level: 30Power: 6 pts Strength: 5 pts Intelligence: 9 pts Wisdom: 11 pts Courage: 7 pts Luck: 9 pts Speed: 14 pts Agility: 15 pts Adaptability: 12 pts Stamina: 11 pts
Personality: First and foremost, Kallisto is a mare out for herself; she wants what she wants, and a lot of the time she knows how to get it. Whilst this makes her rather selfish, if she comes to care for somebody then making them happy too becomes one of the things she wants and will work out how to get. She has a rather stubborn, proud disposition by and large and can occasionally be downright contrary just for the sake of not doing what is wanted or expected of her.
Location: Almost anywhere, though she tends to avoid the chill of Casa Tiner.
Kallisto's Tree is located in the Northern Quadrant 
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 6:51 am
Directory
1. All the basics
2. All the directions
3. All about now and tomorrow
4. All about me
5. All about yesterday
6. All of the people
7. All the odds and ends
8. All of my encounters
9. All of my thoughts
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 6:56 am
All about now and tomorrow
What’s happening and what I hope will happen, basically.
Today - Looking to get started on my training.
Tomorrow - I'll need to decide between really going for the warrior thing straight off and going for the inappropriate foals thing. I think I'll go for the latter if I find a nice handsome stallion in the near future, and if not I'll go on with training. Either way, I'll get both done in the end.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 7:16 am
All about me
Well, I’m beautiful to start off with. Maybe that’s vanity, but it isn’t false vanity. I attract plenty of attention from stallions, and other mares say of me that I’m attractive in an ‘obvious’ way. Of course the mares who say have hidden their attractiveness so well there’s absolutely no sign of it left. Ha. From that you can probably tell that I’m not very kind. Well. I can be, when it suits me to be. I can be most agreeable, I can be almost whatever somebody wants me to be and I’m very good at making people feel like they’re the single most interesting and important person in the world.
Right though, some specifics. I’ve a lovely dark brown dappled coat and long flaxen mane and tail. All is kept in very good order, of course, and I’m quite lucky in that neither mane nor tail tangle too much; I don’t often have to visit Ryuten to get the humans to brush it out. I’m not especially tall or especially short, middling height I suppose and of course I’m very elegantly made; Ichsa and all that. My eyes, now they’re nice too, ice blue and I’m told I look very intelligent. Now that’s one things I won’t claim that I am. Oh I’m good at surviving and knowing what is and is not a really stupid idea, but I’m not very ‘clever’ if you will; logic tends to be a bit beyond me.
Oh! The jewelry. Haha. I got this lot recently, when I left my father’s herd. He has always been very adamant that Nequus should be natural. So, naturally the first thing I did on departing was go to the humans and get them to make me unnatural. They caught on quite quickly when I nudged at their jewelry and whinnied. So now I have four lovely silver anklets, and three silver hoop earrings. Took me a little while to persuade them to pierce me, but it was worth the effort; the effect is lovely in my opinion and my father will hate it.
So, personality wise. Humm. Well I’ve said a bit already; I can change myself to suit the people around me, I’m wise but not clever and I’m as contrary as they come. What else. Oh, yes, I suppose I’m selfish. I want what I want, and a lot of the time I know how to get it; is that really so wrong? Well, I don’t much mind even if it is, I’ve never really concerned myself with morality and such. Still, I’m not entirely selfish... or maybe I am; is wanting the people you care about to be happy selfish? I suppose it is in a way... So yes, there you go; selfish, contrary, artful, flexible.
Last of all, my tree. Like me, it isn’t very tall but it is pretty; again like me. Nice straight trunk with smooth dark brown bark like my coat. It has those... tendril like branches, a weeping willow I think you might call it. The branches are coloured like the trunk and remind me of my wings. The little leaves on the branches, those are about the same colour as my mane. They fall slowly throughout the year, and once they’ve fallen little pale blue flowers grow in their place until a new leaf is ready to grow out from underneath. Consequently, my tree is pretty all the year round and smells good, too. Because of the weeping branches, it’s a nice private place to come and relax and keep out of whatever nasty weather might be going on about the place.
If I think of anything else, I’ll add it at a later date.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 7:39 am
All about yesterday
My history isn’t all that long yet, I’m a young mare still, but what there is of it is important so I shall go over it.
I was the only fruit on my tree, and the only child of my father, the herd’s leader. Everyone said there was something wrong with him; Gods knew he had enough mares before I came along. He always claimed it was the mare's fault that there were no foals, of course, but nobody believed him. It’s rumored that I’m not even his daughter, that my mother went with his brother in desperation; she didn’t want to be thrown from the herd like the others had been.
Hum, well, circumstances of my siring aside, I was always treated like his daughter and had a very nice fillyhood. Lots of friends, lots of good food to eat; pretty much everything I could ever have wanted. I was daddy’s little princess, and one day I would be the mate of whoever he chose to take over the herd. In his opinion, that was a thing that mares should not do. Still, I wasn’t too annoyed by that; being a herd leader sounded pretty boring in any case, I think I would have been quite happy to be a leader’s mate and carry on with my nice life with my nice friends for ever and ever but that was not to be. No. One day, disaster struck. Mother and father, or possibly uncle, had another tree, and this time the foal was a colt.
Daddy wasn’t so interested in me anymore. He had an heir, and set about teaching the boy all he knew. I, I was forgotten, even by some of my friends I was forgotten. From future herd leader’s mate, I was demoted to a bargaining chip; I was told that I would be mated to a son of another herd to bring connections for my father and my dear, dear brother.
For a while I put up with it, I moped I suppose, but one day when I was a mare grown and my brother nearly a stallion I saw something that changed my mind. My brother had taken a liking to this young mare, this slut, from another herd and that day it was announced that they were to be mates. I remember it so well, father standing between the two and speaking to the herd before stepping away. He turned to my brother and said ‘my dear son, I wish you all happiness’. Then he turned to the slut and said ‘and you, my daughter, my little princess, all happiness to you also’.
His little princess.
That had been me before I was no longer of any great use to him.
I snapped I suppose. I don’t remember what I called my father, but from the looks on the faces of those around me it was pretty bad. I do remember what I said I would do though. I said that I would leave his herd, since he had a new little princess, and I would go out into the world and become everything he had told me not to be. Maybe that sounds childish, petulant but I don’t think my reasons for it were. I just couldn’t stand to keep being what I had been in the wake of that betrayal.
Father was furious. He said I would come crawling back within a week.
Within a week, I had made it to Ryuten and had the humans put silver on my legs and through my ears.
It has been a year now since I left my father’s herd, and I am happy again, as happy as I was as a filly with my little friends and my easy life. Now I go where I like, make friends where I please and move on when I choose. My life is more mine now than it ever was aback then and one day, one day, I shall walk back through those lands of my father’s and he will see what I have made of myself. I am not his princess anymore, I am my own and of that I am deeply, unashamedly proud.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 7:42 am
All of the people
People I’ve met, and what I think of them.
Friends
Meleager hallah - Wow, a stallion who fancies me but does just treat me like a pretty face; I’m most impressed I must say.
Acquaintances
Mohan - An Aeri who seems to be able to do trick with little balls. Not a bad sort but not very interesting
CandyCorn - Mohan’s little servant. Didn’t talk much, seemed rather nervous.
Vlad - A ghost. Apparently they can’t hurt who; he acted all tough until we guessed that, afterwards he was quite polite.
Diego and Bastet - An attractive couple I met in D’ob, don’t know much more about them than that.
Annoying people
Enemies
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 7:43 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 7:47 am
All of my encounters
Summaries of my meetings with various folk.
Cheap magic - Today, around the edge of D’ob, I met a stallion doing tricks with his balls. Rubber ones that is. One of the balls started floating about, turned out to be a ghost. I was terrified until I managed to guess that he couldn’t hurt us. All in all, this encounter was neither advantageous nor detrimental. Still, I know a bit about ghosts now which I suppose is useful.
Aurora RP
Xavier RP
Catch me if you can - I met a pair of Jala today and flirted with them, but there were off to do something dull so I didn’t linger long.
Settling in - I’ve been in the herdlands of the Hellenes a few days now, and today I met the herdleader. He was most kind to me, and has shown me where to begin my training. A very successful day.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 7:49 am
All of my thoughts
My diary. Thoughts, feelings, musing and all those good things; it’s nice to keep things like this recorded and look back on them from time to time. Shows you how far you’ve come in the world.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 5:59 am
Today I arrived back on the outskirts of D’ob having visited the humans to get them to give me a good brushing. I spotted an interesting looking figure and so, despite the cold, I headed over. Turned out to be an Aeri wearing a cape and doing tricks with balls. Well, I didn’t find out he was doing tricks with them until later, but still. I suppose he must have hidden them when I came over because I didn’t see them until one started floating about.
This creepy voice started coming out of nowhere after that, and eventually the Aeri, Mohan, and I worked out that it was a ghost. He then appeared, and was... well I suppose he must have been handsome in life but frankly he was a bit freaky looking, all see through and with glowing eyes. Anyway, he intimidated us (me at any rate) for a while before I correctly guessed that he couldn’t actually touch us. He was much more polite after that, and he told us why he’s a ghost and so on.
Still, after that I felt I’d got everything out of the encounter I could and I was starting to get really cold so the three of us parted and I went on to the more central regions of D’ob. Am I ever going to find a handsome stallion to have inappropriate relations with? So far it isn’t looking all that helpful. Perhaps I should lower my standards or something.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:15 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:16 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:24 am
It is good to be pretty, I must say. I met a couple of rather attractive Jala today and flirted with both of them, once I worked out both that they were mates and that the mare was getting peeved about me flirting with just the stallion. Though they themselves seemed interesting enough, they were heading on to do something boring so I took my leave quite quickly. I got an invitation to go to their herd though, which interests me quite a deal. After all, if I am to have inappropriate foals it’s quite likely that the sire won’t be about so I’d need friends to take care of me while the fruits grew.
North, that’s where I need to head apparently. I shall do my best to find this Estavan’s herd, but if I don’t find it then I shall head on and look for other herds to accept me or of course if the place is too dull and socially acceptable for my liking. I shall have to remember to find and flirt with Diego’s, the stallion I met today, brother. He’s the heir to the herd, it seems, and I can’t think of much more wonderfully scandalous than having foals who have no apparent father but look mysteriously like the heir. Rumors are, after all, such good fun to cause.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 4:36 am
I never did find Estavan’s herd; must have missed it along the way. Instead, I found the Hellene territories. I was greeted on the border, or close to it at any rate, by a one-winged Bae stallion. He was rough, coarse and rude; thoroughly interesting. When I pursued a conversation with him, he told me about the herd, about how it’s all full of freaks and crossbreeds and warrior mares. What a good piece of luck, I thought to myself, and after a while I managed to extract from him that joining isn’t all that hard. He wasn’t a full member himself at the time, he told me, and he said he’d take me to meet the full herd members that keep an eye on prospective recruits. Recruits. What could be more inappropriate than becoming a warrior? Not much, for sure.
We got back to them before too long, and he introduced me both to the herd members keeping an eye on us and to the other recruits. They all seemed nice enough I suppose, but I was far too busy being exited about the idea of becoming a fighter in one of their marks to take much notice. Later on there will be plenty of time to flirt and hunt for a nice handsome male to charm into providing me with inappropriate children; for now I’m far too fascinated by this place and these people to care too much.
Handrakai Hellene.
I think I may just have found myself a home.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 4:38 am
Apparently not all herdleaders are bastards. I know, a real shocker that one. Anyway, yes, Meleager. I was quite happy to just flirt with him when he first came over to me but then he actually started treating me with kindness and respect.
Didn’t see that one coming.
I considered trying to charm him but, given that he was being good to me and that I’d have to stick with just him if we did anything, I think I’ve decided to just flirt a little and pursue a slightly flirty friendship. I don’t have any friends here yet, and there’s something exiting about trying to make Meleager the first of them. That something is, of course, that fact that he’s the boss in these parts.
He told me a lot of useful things; standards for the army and such, so I’ve decided which for to go for now; Lambda force. Though I’d do fine either there or in Gamma, Lambda is more selective, more prestigious and so naturally I’d prefer that. Meleager also told me where to start my training, more than that he took me and introduced me to a tutor personally. I think the poor mare was a bit stunned, and she was very good to me after he left. Just goes to show how useful it is to be in cahoots with the stallion at the top.
Luckily for me, today was the first day of that tutor’s training program, so I’m not behind at all and I’m not even that much older than my fellow trainees. I got some very appreciative looks from quite a lot of them, especially when we were put through our paces. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to look good in motion. My initial assessment is as I expected, really; excellent speed and agility, will need a bit of muscle putting on me. Though power isn’t the focus of the sort of fighting I’ll be doing, you do need at least a little.
Once we’d finished up for the day, the other trainees and i went off to eat and drink together. Most of them know each other at least a bit, but I think it was helpful to them to have a former outlander there; it was an easy way for them to find out the names of any of their fellows that they might not have known but didn’t want to ask because they felt they ought to know.
We had a lovely evening together, and I’ve spotted a couple of fairly promising stallions among our number already. Still, I don’t plan to make any decisions on that matter until I’ve got at least the basics of combat sorted out. Once that’s done, well, as I say, we shall see. What fun this is all going to be; I can hardly wait until tomorrow. I don’t think I’ve been this exited in my whole life!
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