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~Pre-story~ (Think of the world as being Lord of the Rings-ish, and having all the magickal and fantasy creatures you've ever head of <3) (P.S. Mages are magick-users with one or two particular talents. Ex: a Fire Mage who controls Shadows. A wizard is a magick-user who can control pretty much any type of magick, though say a wizard tried to use fire, it could be very strong, but never as strong as a fire mage's since that would be their forte)

Jyrem Sarekellryx is an orphan living in the woods near the outskirts of the Narvome wild elf territory. Normally they don't allow other beings so near to them, but Jyrem's mother was an elf and they tolerate him as a half-breed that they needn't bother with. He has lived devoid of human since he was seven, living off the kindness of random passerby and the occasional kind elf. His father, he was told, was a wizard though Jyrem himself has shown only minimal magickal aptitude. His spells are basic and when he tries to use stronger ones they usually go awry. But he never minded much since he had what he needed to survive and one friend he named X (choose a name, this is your character)

X is a Mazam or magickal familiar. (Think of black cats and witches) (Choose an animal for X to be, it can be any kind) Each magick user has a familiar given to them by the Magickal Court, a court of nine members each of varying race that oversee the use of magick and other affairs. Familiars help to guide their charges use their magick and keep them safe. But this is only with suggestion since most cannot talk to their masters. Some magick-users are strong enough that they can form a bond and link to their Mazam, granting them the ability to communicate, but most have non-verbal relationships. Jyrem and X have the non-verbal relationship, but are as close as a familiar and master can be. Jyrem considers X his best friend and treats him as such, and X eventually views Jyrem as his best friend and takes Jyrem being his charge very seriously.

Mazams are supposed to be animals endowed with magick, who are then given insight by a magickal human and therefore able to reach human intelligence. But this is often not the case, there are two kinds of Mazams. The least common are the magickally endowed animals, those animals have magick on their own and like most animals are already as smart or smarter than many humans. And then the kind that most magick-users have been given..Mazams that were once people. The first Mazam was made six hundred centuries ago by a wizard named Dremar who still lives today. (Magickal beings have varying but long life spans) Dremar was in a competition with his rival and turned the other into an animal, giving him the idea to make use such people as familiars. Very few people know of this though, since it is a well-guarded secret and they get away with it easily. Many of the Mazam's are transformed criminals or prisoners, guilty and innocent alike, also people that might not be easily missed or that are from other countries. The Mazam's have a strong spell put on them so that they are trapped in animal form and even if they can talk to their partner, they cannot reveal the truth of who they are and must act as an animal.

X was captured as a criminal (you can choose if he committed a crime or was innocent) and has been trapped as a Mazam for forty-years. Nineteen of which he has spent in the company of Jyrem. The first ten he spent being locked in a cage and treated as an animal by magickal users until a proper owner could be found. He ran away and managed to escape, hiding out until one day he came upon an elven woman as she had just given birth. X used his magick to heal the woman, who was about to die from sed childbirth and as payment she took X in and they lived in the cottage that Jyrem lives in now. As soon as he touched Jyrem, there was a flash of light and a slit heart shaped mark appeared on what would be X's right wrist if he were still human, and the same mark appeared on Jyrem's right wrist. He knew was to be the boy's familiar though he was reluctant at first. Eventually Jyrem grew on him, being fond of him and treating him kindly unlike the rest of the people. So he decided he would indeed be Jyrem's familiar and keep him safe, especially when the boy's mother died.

Nineteen years have passed, Jyrem lives by doing odd jobs here and there and one day he was walking through the forest with X. Winter had started not too long ago and the lake was frozen over with ice..or so he thought. Jyrem ran so that X would chase him and wound up on the ice, he expected it would hold but it started to crack and Jyrem picked X up and tossed him to the shore so that he would not fall in just as the ice gave way under Jyrem. He fell in and was taken by the current and trapped under the ice. X looked down at his friend in horror, his magick welling up inside of him as he realized his friend was about to die. His desperation and rage called out to his magick, and by their bond, Jyrem's as well. The next thing Jyrem is aware of, someone has broken through the ice and pulled him out of the water.

~Prestory End~

~This is where the story begins, the person that pulled him out is X in human form.~

~The story will include falling in love, magickal mishaps, trying to stop the familiar-thing-this isn't all that will/can happen this is just some ideas.~

~At some point in the story, at least once though more is always welcome, I don't care why but X has to turn Jyrem into an animal. Maybe to keep him safe or if they get into an arguement or something..*loves transformations* *puppy eyes*~

~As stated, feel free to take any liberties. X is either a powerful mage or wizard-and if you like you can make it so that he occasionally reverts to animal form. Maybe just randomly, maybe because of an emotion or using too much magick (just brainstorming, you don't have to)

~Jyrem is mine and X is yours except in flashbacks, otherwise feel free to do anything with any character or just stick to X~

Rules:
1. No cybering, this will have physical scenes but they needn't be graphic.
2. Please be as literate as possible, at least five sentences a post and nothing like "x superman dawes went to the movies and dawes said hey i like movies and superman laughed cause superman is awesome"
3. X is either a seke leaning towards seme or full seme, NO UKE. NOOOO! *hisses*
4. Have fun!

Profiles: Yours:
Name: (give him a name) Jyrem named him Vallyn, the elven word for fire.
Animal: (what animal he is when he is in familiar mode)
Age: (Should be at least a hundred, though older is fine and lovely)
Personality: (one-word traits, and must be a seke leaning towards seme or full seme. And it would be nice if he had a temper <3)
Biography: Previously Stated (ish) Feel free to add anything.
Race: (Wizard or Mage, can be a half-ling as well if you like)
Appearance: (You can include his human form (must be a man) and his animal form if you like)



He's already an animal, a Panther to be exact but he also has human form. His human form though is rather small for a man but he's still young. He's about five foot four and of lean build. I found some pictures that looked closed to what he looks like (that was a job and a half in itself. You may recognise the pictures). I'll add it at the end. But his hair is a bit lighter and most times its up in a pony tail. An accurate description would be that its so softly blonde its almost silver. Think the brightest sunshine.

Hes 106 at my last count but you have to realise that when I made his species 100 years was the coming of age, like puberty. In essence he is a teenager. So he can be a bit naive. He's also terrible at transforming properly though those of his tribe are wise enough not to say anything about it. He's usually stuck with the ears or the tail, on rare occassions when he's performing particularly awfully, he has both. It seems to be the one thing he can't do right.

He has an earing in one ear on a long thin silver chain, even in animal form and he has noticable canines. As a Panther he's white, which is simply unheard of and his eyes are golden. He is however the only heir to the throne. His father had no other. So there has always been rather alot of pressure on poor Micah apart from having to fit in.

Though I think it prudent to point out that before you feel sorry for him he is a handful. He is stubborn, unyeilding with the temper of a bull. He is absolutely most positively used to getting his own way and doesn't take kindly to the word 'no'. He wants it, he takes it. That covers both people and things to which sometimes there is no difference. Its the way he's been used to. He's not used to gentleness, he's suspicious of it but he has been known to give it rarely. At least he tries to.

He's royalty, so there is always that seemingly impenetrable facade he uses to keep his distance. He can be charming, when and only when he wants something and oh he can be 'most' charming. However never call him pretty out loud (because he can look that), he is still known to hurt people for it. He will scowl and growl for all he's worth but still its fun to rile him. His eyes kind of narrow and he makes ever such a lovely rumble deep in his throat. Runs over your senses like thick warm chocolate. You just have to be careful for if you take it too far he 'will' literally bite your head off. The coming of age ceremony didn't involve dancing round a floral bush singing union songs and holding hands, though I liked that option better.




Mine:
Name: Jyrem Sarekellryx
Age: 19
Personality: Goofy, playful, determined, fierce, tempermental, protective, intelligent, thoughtful, resourceful, tempermental, bold, stubborn.
Biography: Previously stated
Race: Half elf, half ? Is a wizard.


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ooc; I love supernatural! Taking control is fine, I understand. I also hope this is sufficient. I'm sure I will get more once I get used to the setting and the story.

ooc; Sounds like a positively fun night. I am a sucker for shows in that genre. I didn't want to like Smallville but oh evilly it wormed its way onto my list of shows like a devilish little thing. His hair is a very soft blonde almost silvery more like the first image and his eyes are golden and lashy.


He didn't recognise him. Micah didn't know if he was particularly offended or not. He didn't even know what he looked liked at present. It had been awhile but by the length of hair brushing against the middle of his back he knew his hair had gotten longer since the last time. The delicatly thin chain of his earing was still there, he could feel that. Certain things had changed.

A particularly uncharacteristic smile spread across his face flashing a hint of his teeth. It bordered on evil for anyone who was to happen upon it. But he was amused at the lack of recognision.

"Are you able to get yourself dry?" He kept his distance for now His hand going to his hair in a seperate sudden recollection. He found what he was looking for half hidden under his hair and he mentally rolled off a set of expletives. He'd at least thought he could get a transformation right after all these years. The ears twitched in response to his annoyance.

A part of him settled at the fact that he was in the right frame of mind to create a fire. It wasn't the simplicity of the magic it was the fact that he could. Which meant there wasn't too much damage done to the basic things like comprehension and dexterity. He watched quietly as Jyrem worked seeming to look upon it ll with a sense of detachment. In reality, he was far from detached. He noticed the trembling hands and a distinct sense of pride touched him as he accomplished it.

"What..?"

The surprised tone drew his gaze fixing his friend with an unblinkingly direct gaze. He watched silently as he was studied realising absently that it was a different view he had of his friend now to his animal form. He'd been in that form for so long he'd almost forgotten what it was like to have humanoid form. It was like finally having a long satisfying stretch of muscles he never could as a panther. His brows drew together at Jyrem's continued study of him suddenly defensive as he realised what it was he must have seen. The ears sticking out of the mop of hair. Under scrutiny they twitched again. Micah supposed he should be thankfull that it was 'just' the ears.

At his name he nodded curtly "That is what you call me, yes."

"What I call you..but not your name?"

Micah thought about that for awhile. A certain anger came to him at that. What he was called didn't matter. He'd never had a chance to make his name. To have it recognised by the rest of the tribe and have it put down in the records. His name meant nothing and accomplished even less. It was a state of fact he'd come to terms with a long time ago but it still made him angry. Deprived of something that would have made him whole. Moreso he'd wanted his name recognised because it had been the only thing he'd had of his mother. The name she'd given him and he had nothing for her to be proud of.

"My mother named me Micah." he gave up the information matter-of-factly "You named me Vallyn" both are important to me. He didn't elaborate further. It wasn't because he was being particularly rude at the moment. He just didn't talk much. He'd never really spoken much. He supposed he had spent far too much time around his father for he had inherited the same habit of saying only that which needed to be said an no more. Idle chatter was for women.

He watched as arms wrapped around him tightly. He didn't move, didn't respond but then again he didn't pull Jyrem off him like he would have done had anyone else tried such a thing. He'd had a lot of time to get used to this as well. Having never been used to hugs it had been the most stifling, invasive thing at first.

Being 'hung' onto in a way that wasn't battle orientated. He'd seen it in play, He'd seen it between mothers and their cubs. But he'd lost his mother at birth and his father as a king hadn't much time to spend with him except to teach him as his numerous teachers had. Being different he'd had to try decidedly harder than all others to prove himself. He'd lacked any kind of friendship as most had either been too wary of the odity that was a white panther or they had been warned off by their kin and tales of a curse.

Still he did try to return the hug patting Jyrem's back in an arkwardly short version. He did note however that he was drying out, his clothes now only slightly damp. A question niggled at him "How is it that my form is restored where I could not before?"

ooc; I am 'so' sorry about yesterday. I fell asleep I was soooo tired. I had to get up for work at five am and still not in bed at about three so unfortunately I caved without realising I had. Sincere apologies, I felt terrible about it all day. I also hope I have written something long enough to make up for it xd .

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Micah's nod as Jyrem repeated his word was almost too subtle to see. Just as he wasn't one of many words his responses were quite often limited at best and rarely overt. Baring the times he actually made an effort. He could be charming instead he was always seemingly unfeeling. Both man and beast was what they existed as, though born as cubs they spent most of their lives running around in animal form. It was an easier more bare and harsh life. It suited his kind fine.

One did not exist without the other though and a transformation had to be made at some point. The first transformation was the most difficult and painfull but it came to all by and by, a natural thing that couldn't be fought against. It either killed you or it didn't. It was much easier after that. It wasn't a necessity as such but foolhardy to go a season without one. It was akin to being locked up in a small box, the desire to stretch would be overwhelming. And he'd spent forty long years stuck. He'd tried many times and failed being left instead to scream out his frustration instead. He didn't however divulge any of this information and he was grateful that Jyrem didn't probe any further.

'...Almost...dying". It was an uncomfortable thing. A too soon reminder of what he'd almost let happen. Agreed or not Jyrem was his responsibilty. His welfare was his responsibility whether his friend accepted it or not. Micah hated being indebted to anyone but even he realised that he owed more than he'd ever been asked to give in return. So he accepted it and took it seriously. He might have been but a child himself still it had been one of the first things he'd been taught. Obligation, responsibility...loyalty. The last to which meant a lot to him. For those loyal to him he gave nothing less in return. He quietly accepted the answer though his mind mulled over the posibility.

He wasn't sure if he imagined it or if it was there being brought out of his thoughts but he felt a subtle change in Jyrem's voice as he spoke again "I owe you my life, Val."

It stung. He'd almost had no life to owe no thanks to him. Micah couldn't accept his gratitude and not feel a fraud and so instead he did what came naturally.
And snapped in irritation as Jyrem straightened, an equally irritated sound left his lips, voice coming out harsher than he intended "Don't be so soft! You owe me nothing. Don't be so quick to indebt yourself to me. When the time comes for you to owe me I will let you know." he said gaze burningly direct.

He accepted the coat with something akin to a annoyed pout. Something he didn't even seem to know he was doing. He put it on wordlessly not relishing the idea of having to walk back unclothed and it was nothing to do with personal shame. That he knew nothing of.

He seemed to be back to his normal self again and for that Micah was content. He wondered quietly what the second best idea was. Habit meant he didn't ask. Habit meant he had never replied to much before. He hadn't been able to.

But there were those surreptitious glances he was being given that told him a question was coming. The fact that Jyrem's hesitation was palpable meant it was something he was unsure of asking. As he was now his senses had not diminished in the least. He could feel the hunger that ate away at him just as acutely as he could feel the hesitation.

"How did that..happen?"
There it was finally but Micah didn't say anything. He wasn't particularly rushed to explain. It wasn't something he particularly wanted to revisit. There was a short time of calm and then..."You weren't like that just to be my familiar, were you?" Balefully he realised there just might be no avoiding this and more so when out of the corner of his eye he could see he was being watched. Waited upon for an answer.

Once inside he took a look around, refamiliarizing himself with everything. It was different this time. Things had a different height. It was more than a little disconcerting. However nothing had really changed. Just him, his size and how he got to things. Still he felt slightly disorientated.

He took a seat gratefully, a feeling of stability settling in. It was easier seated. He finally spoke hand moving to his forehead briefly as if to rid himself of a headache but infact he hadn't one yet. Just a strange feeling of displacement he was sure would pass. It had been far too long.

"No." he finally said. Then realising that he hadn't given much indication as to what he was refering to he elaborated further. "I wasn't like that just to be your familiar" Micah choose to use Jyrem's own words. "There wasn't much choice in the matter." Leaning back he considered the first question, his hair brushing his shoulder as it fell back. "I was cursed."

...and what an effective one it had been too. He could never return now. He didn't see how it was possible. It was better being thought of as dead.