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 Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 1:19 pm
♫ Walkin' in a winter wonderland ♪
Welcome to the journal of my Voronwe
Since I determinded that creating a bunch of threads would be a waste, all of my Voronwe will share the same journal. This, of course, means that you may not post in here without my permission. Please PM me if you wish to post.
So, come on in and leave your shoes by the door. We don't bite. Hard. mrgreen
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 1:34 pm
Just Hear Those Sleigh Bells Jingling
Name: Kagayaku
Nickname(s): Kaga
Meaning of name: Kagayaku is a Japanese word meaning: to shine, glisten, or glimmer. Her flatsale info was "Holiday Sparkle," so it just seemed to fit.
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Who knows?
Siblings: Probably not.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes: Giving, Helping, Singing, Flying
Dislikes: Selfishness, Meanness, other things that are TBD ^^;
Description: Truly a child of the holiday season, Kagayaku is a selfless, giving person who delights in making others happy. She can be naive at times, but she always has the best of intentions. She loves her freedom and will stand up for anyone who she believes is being treated unfairly. She is energetic, fun-loving, and adventurous. She is very cheerful as well.
On a more negative side, she can be impatient and restless at times, as well as impulsive. More will be added here as she RPs.
Gift: Being of the Order element, Kagayaku has the default power of controlling the light; bringing a shine to the darkest forests, and eliminating the shadows.
Besides that, though, she also has the gift of opening other's minds to the good and/or beauty of things. For example, she could help soothe an angry voronwe by showing him the good in the one who angered him, or help another voronwe get over their hate by helping them see the beauty of the situation.
Breeding: Open (Kagayaku is bisexual and requires quite a bit of RP to breed.)
Roleplay: Open! ^_^
Posting Color: LightSteelBlue
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 1:39 pm
The Weather Outside Is Frightful
Name: Giri
Nickname(s): Gi
Meaning of name: Giri is a Japanese word meaning: duty; sense of duty; honor; honour; decency; courtesy; debt of gratitude; social obligation
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Who knows?
Siblings: Probably not.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes: Truth, Honor, Value, Fulfilling a Debt, Hard Work
Dislikes: Lies, Deceit, Debts, Cowards
Background: Giri was born to very strange parents. They saw that their son was not unique - his coloration was shared by several others, and so they abandoned him in the forest near the temple. He was found by a roaming pack of voronwe the following day and was quickly accepted into their ranks.
The pack treated him well and taught him many things. However, they were a human-hating pack and they instilled that anger of the invaders within the young Giri. When he was a teen, the pack began very small-scale raids upon the human dwellings farthest from the settlement. They would steal supplies from storage sheds and the like.
Years passed and the pack grew bolder. Giri was a very young adult when they planned their first big raid. They targeted a simple farm on the very outskirts of the settlement that was run by a young girl and her father. The farm was very small, with fields still plowed by animals.
The pack attacked the farm suddenly and without warning when the girl and her father were away. They destroyed the fields and storage sheds, ate all of the food, and killed the mule team that plowed the land.
Still young, foolish, and flush with victory, Giri hid in the trees of the forest to see the reaction of the humans when they returned, while the rest of the pack went back home. Giri expected to feel proud and victorious when the young girl fell to her knees and cried over the destruction of her home, but all he felt was burning shame. In that moment, Giri realized that human beings weren’t faceless monsters – they were creatures just like him. They could cry just as he could, and he bet their blood was just as red as his. They were simply trying their best to live, just as he was.
Nearly sick with this revelation, he turned tail and fled from the source of his shame. He approached his pack leader about it later that evening and a great fight ensued. It ended with him being forever exiled from the pack – the only family he had ever known.
He let his sorrow wash over him as he let his paws take him wherever they chose. Surprisingly, he found himself back at the farm. His murky sorrow lifted slightly as he took in the scene before him. The humans were burying their mules, crying over their losses. He realized that their sadness could actually be greater than his own.
In a gradual process, he gained the humans’ trust and friendship. Though they couldn’t understand each other, they helped each other. For a year and a day, Giri worked off his debt to the humans by helping to repair their farm. He plowed fields; he carried wood; he even helped guard the animals from other predators.
When his debt was fulfilled, he tearfully left the family he had grown to care for to begin his new journey of life.
Description: Due to his past, Giri has a very strong sense of duty. He is honorable and just, always remaining practical and level-headed. He has a very strong work ethic and believes that no natural talent can overcome hard work. He remains neutral in most things, only giving his opinion when asked. He can be gruff at times, but can also be very caring. More will be added here as he RPs.
Breeding: Open (Giri is probably straight [a good RP could convince him otherwise] and requires quite a bit of RP to breed. However, he is up for the random, OOC, one-night-stand sometimes.)
Roleplay: Open! ^_^
Posting Color: YellowGreen
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 3:56 pm
Forces Beyond Our Control
Name: Mystic
Nickname(s): None yet.
Meaning of name: Do you really need this?
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Not imprtant.
Siblings: None.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes: Understanding, Nature, Peace
Dislikes: Ignorance, Violence, Destruction
Description: Steady as the beating drum, Mystic was raised in a tribe that was almost Native American in their beliefs. They taught him that all life is precious and that though he must kill to eat and live, he must honor the spirits of his prey and returns them to the mother earth whenever possible. He believes that everything, even rocks and trees, have spirits and that it is important to respect them. More will be added here as he RPs.
Gift: Mystic has been given prophetic dreams of the earth nature. This means that, sometimes, the earth will whisper "elemental visions of what happens, has happened, or may happen on the ground or in the forests" into Mystic's mind. These whisperings can show important things, like earthquakes, or simple things, like the birth of baby birds in a tree.
Breeding: Open (Mystic is bisexual and requires quite a bit of RP to breed.)
Roleplay: Open! ^_^
Posting Color: For now, Thistle
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 8:13 am
A River That Flows Through The Heavens
Name: Astral
Nickname(s): None yet.
Meaning of name: See his background, please.
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Deceased.
Siblings: None.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes: Stories, Humans, Destiny
Dislikes: Bears, Dry Heat, Salty Ocean Air
Background: There is a river that flows through the heavens, normally unseen by mortal eyes. No, it is not the Milky Way. This river is called "The Astral Lines." And from this river, all life is formed. "Drops" of astral fall from these lines, gathering and collecting to form a "soul." These souls give all things life. When a soul "dies," its astral returns to the Astral Lines, beginning the cycle all over again.
Description: Raised by a nomadic human after the death of his parents, Astral is very open-minded to all things human. Considering that he grew up with the story of the Astral Lines, he's a firm believer in fate. Nothing you do can change what you were meant to do, he believes.
In terms of personality, Astral can be warm and caring, or cold and distant. It all depends on how he's currently feeling. Generally, he remains neutral when meeting newcomers and then reacts according to his first impression. More will be added here as he RPs.
Breeding: Open (Astral is probably straight [a good RP could convince him otherwise] and requires quite a bit of RP to breed.)
Roleplay: Open! ^_^
Posting Color: For now, DarkTurquoise
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 7:27 pm
Never Belonging
Name: Gimpi
Nickname(s): Haiiro, Half-Breed, Halfling
Meaning of name: You really need this?
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Still Alive.
Siblings: None.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes: Rain, Dusk, Fresh Air
Dislikes: Brightness, Pain, Herself
Background:
Description: More will be added here as she RPs.
Breeding: Let's RP first, shall we?
Roleplay: Open! ^_^
Posting Color: For now, DimGray
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 4:14 pm
Title Goes Here XD
Name: Imashime
Nickname(s): Ima, Shime
Meaning of name: Imashime is a Japanese word meaning caution; admonition; warning; lesson; prohibition; ban; commandment; precept; guard; or punishment.
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Who knows?
Siblings: None.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Description: More will be added here as he RPs.
Breeding:
Roleplay: Open! ^_^
Posting Color: For now, MediumTurquoise
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 6:48 am
The Changed Prince
Name: Jinxi
Nickname(s): None yet.
Meaning of name: You really need this?
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Deceased.
Siblings: None.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes: Peace, Helping, Giving, Seeing Smiles
Dislikes: Tragedy, Hopelessness, His Own Anger
Background:
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a handsome young prince. This prince grew up in the lap of luxury, worshipped by his people as son of the gods. While his father ruled the land, the prince enjoyed countless parties on his behalf, opened countless gifts on his behalf, and gained the attentions of countless women.
In this manner, he grew increasing arrogant as the years passed. When he reached adulthood, he could get any object he wanted merely by looking at it and bed any woman he desired merely by flashing his signet ring. He flaunted his talents and gifts, purposely gaining things he knew others desired to show off his power. He broke countless hearts and shattered countless friendships in his cruelty.
When he reached the marrying age of one year before twenty, his father met with him. As the two spoke, the king was struck by just what his son had become while he had been too busy ruling. He could not allow his son to begin his kingship training if he remained so cold, arrogant, and cruel.
Thinking quickly, the king told his son that, as the beginning of his training, he would be sent to the far edges of the kingdom. There, in those deep jungles with their humble villages, he would spread the news of the kingdom. If he could convince the native people to follow his father’s laws, he would be considered a success and could return home for his next step to kingship.
In truth, the king hoped to humble his son. His son would need to live like the people did if he planned to convince them. Hopefully, living like a native would knock him down a few pegs.
The prince, however, did not think of the task like that. In his arrogance, he was sure that he could simply walk into the village, issue a command, and leave. He couldn’t even imagine needing to understand the jungle savages in order to convince them.
With that mindset, the prince and his two guards prepared for the journey at hand. After a fortnight of packing countless articles of clothing and items, the trio set off. The prince rode in a silk-lined carriage pulled by oxen while the guards walked. After nearly a month of travelling, they reached the edge of the jungle. The carriage was abandoned and the prince forced his guards to carry him to the village.
When they reached the small settlement, the prince was utterly disgusted. It was formed of several dozen wooden homes, built into the tall trees. People got around either by vine bridges connecting the houses or swinging vines. The people were all dark-skinned and wore tattered and thread-bare clothing.
The prince demanded to speak with whoever was in charge, but the villagers ignored him. Finally, the prince, acting on his father’s parting words, went forth and gently asked a woman for help. Responding to his change in attitude, she pointed the way to the village elder’s house.
Struck by how well that had worked, the prince decided to put his acting skills to good use. He spoke to the elder as though they were equals, but inwardly, he mocked the old man. The elder decided to give the prince a chance. If he could get along with the villagers for a year, they would hear his news.
The prince acted grateful, but he was outraged. ‘A year with these savages?!’ he thought angrily. He allowed his anger and hatred to fester within him, turning him into an even worse person than he already was.
After a few months, it had gotten so bad that he wanted to hurt another creature simply for the joy of hurting it. He set his sights on the village’s shaman. She was the most beautiful woman in the village and he knew that quite a few had their eyes on her.
Putting all of his previous courtings to shame, the prince became the shaman’s true love. Finally, she allowed him to be her lover. The two were together for another month before he betrayed her. He mocked her, spread her secrets around the village, and cheated on her.
Filled with bitterness and hurt, the shaman gave the prince a parting gift of a small, stitched doll, saying that it was a tradition in the village. He accepted it, using it to mock her further.
Later that night though, when he was asleep, the doll began to glow in seven strange colors. It rose from the ground, drifted to the sleeping face of the prince, and placed its arms on his cheeks. With a start, he awoke, only to find himself staring into the slowly grinning face of the floating, glowing doll. As he gazed in horror, the doll’s tiny mouth ripped open and the beautiful shaman’s voice poured forth.
“My prince, I have seen that there is no love in your heart. There is only a savage beast, feeling pleasure at other’s pain. As punishment, I place upon you this curse: you will become the beast that resides in your heart.”
With that, the doll’s glow became as bright as the sun and the prince had to shield his eyes. He felt a ripping pain spread throughout his entire body. He convulsed in agony, screams tearing at his throat, when suddenly, it was over.
With a start, the prince threw off his silken covers to find himself safe within the palace of his home. He sat there, panting, covered in a cold sweat as he tried to recall just what he’d been doing. When he couldn’t come to a conclusion, he angrily swiped his arm at a vase to his right, causing it to shatter. He looked at the shattered pieces and only felt more rage. How dare they just lay there, making a mess on his floor!
He called for a servant to clean up the mess, but she took too long and his rage only grew. So, he struck her as well. When she fled his chamber in tears, he knew there was a problem. He couldn’t handle his own anger anymore.
Time passed and he only got worse. He couldn’t see any other human being. They just made him angry. He couldn’t buy material things. They took too long to reach him, causing him to destroy them in his anger. He couldn’t simply sit and enjoy the gardens. He raged at their beauty.
Eventually, he was put in the dungeon for being a monster – a danger to all. As he lay on the cold stone floor of the prison, his memories suddenly returned to him. He recalled the village and the shaman and the curse. However, instead of feeling more anger at this, he felt hope. If the shaman had put the curse on him, she could take it off!
With that decided, he escaped at his first opportunity and traveled back to the jungle village. He arrived in terrible condition – the journey having nearly killed him. He was sent to the shaman’s home for healing and finally allowed himself to rest. He fell unconscious at her feet and she carried him into her home and heart.
Unfortunately, his wounds were too much for his weakened body and the shaman knew that she could not save him. She decided to do him a last kindness and she covered his body in a green tattoo that broke his curse. With his heart free of his rage, the prince gave the beautiful shaman one last smile, whispered, “I’m sorry,” and slipped from this world.
Up in the sky, the great goddess watched the prince’s soul depart with a frown. He had finally changed – finally became a good man, and he died?! How unjust! He should have been given a chance to put his new self to use, she decided. With that, she grasped his soul and sent it soaring into another world, with just enough magic to give him a new life.
A short while later, a Voronwe was born into the world, its tiny body covered in the green, forgiven tattoo of the beautiful shaman.
Description: Jinxi is a kind and gentle Voronwe. He is just and noble, going out of his way to help others. He is polite and giving, ready to sacrifice if another needs.
However, for all of these good traits, Jinxi still has traces of selfishness and anger issues. These hardly ever come out though, as he has nearly mastered control of himself. More will be added here as he RPs.
Breeding: Open (Jinxi is probably straight [a good RP could convince him otherwise] and requires quite a bit of RP to breed.)
Roleplay: Open! ^_^
Posting Color: For now, #9BCD9B
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 5:20 pm
Can You Turn My Black Roses Red?
Name: Rose
Nickname(s): None
Meaning of name: Rose is my very first Voronwe semi-custom and she's based on the song, "Black Roses Red," by Alana Grace. Look down to find the lyrics that inspired her.
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Deceased.
Siblings: None.
Friends: Deceased.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes: Roses, Plants, Nature, Calm, Beauty
Dislikes: Death, Pain, Dishonor, Violence
Background: Once upon a time, a black-hearted, distrustful young Voronwe was rescued from death by a human man. The man and the Voronwe grew close over the years and the Voronwe opened her heart to the man. She became loving and kind, and went with the the man everywhere.
Soon enough, they were Bonded. They shared a deeper than deep connection for years before tragedy struck. The man was taken by a terrible illness in a swift attack while the Voronwe was in the forest collecting medicine. She felt the Bond rip and shatter from within, feeling the man's death a thousand times over.
In her heart-breaking agony, she closed herself off and became black-hearted once more. She ceased thinking rational thoughts and became nothing more than a rabid beast in the deserted caverns of the mountains.
One night, she had a dream of the human man. He begged her to reconsider her life, and to live as she had when they had been together.
When she awoke, clarity returned to her, and she was a Voronwe once more.
Description: Rose is still healing from the man's death, so she is somewhat fragile and timid. She is very patient, though, and caring. She feels deeply and tries her best to bring others peace. She loves being around roses and finds her only real joy in them. She needs nothing more than someone who can turn her black roses red.
Breeding: Open (Rose is straight and requires quite a lot of RP to breed.)
Roleplay: Open!
Posting Color: Red
Black Roses Red
Can I ask you a question please
Promise you won't laugh at me
Honestly I'm standing here
Afraid I'll be betrayed.
As twisted as it seems, I only fear love when it's in my dreams
So let in the morning light and let the darkness fade away
Can you turn my black roses red?
Can you turn my black roses red?
Drowning in my loneliness
How long must I hold my breath
So much emptiness inside I could fill the deepest sea
I reach to the sky as the moon looks on
One last year has come and gone
It's time to let your love rain down on me
Can you turn my black roses red? (x3)
Cuz
I'm feelin like I've never known love (x6)
Can you turn my black roses red? (x3)
Cuz I'm feelin like I've never known love
I'm feeling like I've never known love (until fades)
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 11:29 am
Okami Amaterasu
Name: Amaterasu & Issun
Nickname(s): Ammy (Only by Issun)
Meaning of name: Amaterasu is the name of the Japanese sun goddess, which is who Ammy is.
Mate: None yet.
Parents: None.
Siblings: Perhaps.
Friends: Many.
Enemies: Yami & all those who do his bidding.
Likes: Racing, Adventuring, Helping, Healing, Eating, Digging
Dislikes: Confinement, Lonlieness, Losing, Hurting
Background: Amaterasu (天照), nicknamed Ammy by Issun, is the main protagonist of Okami. She is also known by villagers in her past life as Shiranui. Amaterasu is the Ōkami, the Sun God to all of Nippon, and the "origin of all that is good and mother to us all".
Description: Kind, considerate, generous, and self-sacrificing, Ammy is the epitome of goodness. She sees the best in everyone and will try her hardest to do the right thing. When pushed though, she can be truly dangerous, attacking with all of her might. Due to her inability to speak, she communicates through Issun.
The Wandering Artist Issun or "Issun-boshi" as Issun (一寸) introduces himself, is Amaterasu's tiny companion and interpreter. Although Amaterasu never speaks (not even to Issun), he seems to understand her and acts as her conversational proxy, speaking on her behalf. However, he is also quick to offer his own opinions, considering himself the "brains of the whole operation". Despite his small size, he is brash and bold, often speaking without restraint or even tact. He expresses loud appreciation for every "cute babe" they meet, but can also be goaded into anger when taunted about his size.
"Leap before you think!" - Issun
Breeding: Open (Amaterasu is bisexual and requires an impossible amount of RP to breed. However, she would be open to being a surrogate, if she was needed.)
Roleplay: Open!
Posting Color: Black
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 6:11 am
And the Sun Shall Be Swallowed Up By the Moon
Name: Kaiki
Nickname(s): Eclipse, Kai, Ki, Kiki
Meaning of name: Kaiki is a Japanese word meaning: total eclipse; totality.
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Who knows?
Siblings: Probably not.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes: Tales and legends, swimming, looking at the sky, imagining
Dislikes: Confrontation, gore
Description: Kaiki is like the eclipsed sky. She is black and white - two extremes. Mostly quiet like the black sky, she can be loud and hyper as the white light. She is a very quick learner. She is curious and caring, and very polite. She tries her best to avoid judging anyone.
Her true love is story-telling. If she had her way, she'd spin stories for all the Voronwe to listen. She has no interest in writing down or reading stories, but longs to preserve the art of oral tales.
Breeding: Open (Kaiki is straight and requires a bit of RP to breed.)
Roleplay: Open!
Posting Color: Black
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 8:37 pm
Poison Running Through My Veins
Name: Toxin
Nickname(s): Tox
Meaning of name: XD
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Who knows?
Siblings: Probably not.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes: Fights, Conflict, Snakes, Night
Dislikes: Selflessness, Boredom, Death
Description: Toxin is a strange fellow. Preferring the company of snakes and toads, he harbors a general dislike for all other Voronwe. His somewhat venomous appearance helps put others off and as a result, he is mostly alone. He enjoys watching fights occur between Voronwe or humans, and loves to watch things suffer. He draws the line at actually killing something, however.
Breeding: Open (Toxin is bisexual and requires no amount of RP to breed.)
Roleplay: Open!
Posting Color: YellowGreen
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 8:37 pm
Filling Your Dreams to the Brim with Fright
Name: Unasareru
Nickname(s):
Meaning of name: Unasareru is a Japanese word meaning: to have a nightmare; to make a noise during a nightmare.
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Who knows?
Siblings: A brother.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes: Social Interaction, Listening, Searching, Flying
Dislikes: Herself
Description: Unasareru is a quiet girl. She keeps to herself because of her curse and is always traveling. She tries not to stay in a single place for more than three days. She knows she has a brother who is immune to her curse and will do anything to find him.
She is kind and gentle, loving spending time with other Voronwe. She enjoys listening to the world around her and believes that, in general, the world is mostly good.
Gift(?): Any Voronwe who falls asleep in Unasareru's presence will suffer terrible nightmares.
Breeding: Open (Unasareru is straight and requires quite a bit of RP to breed.)
Roleplay: Open!
Posting Color: DimGray
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 8:38 pm
Title Goes Here XD
Name: Hallow
Nickname(s):
Meaning of name:
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Who knows?
Siblings: None.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Description: More will be added here as he RPs.
Breeding:
Roleplay: Open!
Posting Color: For now, DarkOrange
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 6:29 am
To Greed, All Nature is Insufficient
Name: Kuu
Nickname(s):
Meaning of name:
Mate: None yet.
Parents: Who knows?
Siblings: None.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet, but let's keep it that way.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Description: More will be added here as he RPs.
Breeding: Open!
Roleplay: Open!
Posting Color: For now, SteelBlue
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