► Salvatore's Journal //// [Uennie]

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

Salvatore`s Song

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___About
___Salvatore was originally called Ixchel, and was won by me in an auction for Feien Faeries. Her original design and artwork is copyrighted to Emoxic, who allowed me to keep roleplaying her in a new shop although the original one closed. To clarify, I do own Ixchel/Salvatore and her art 100%. I merely modified her slightly in order to fit in with Kannahvahmen. Originally Ixchel was going to be moved into the Cabbage Patch when FF closed and RikProwley invited us to join in there - but the owners never got around to it. I love Ixchel, and now she's Salvatore so that I can continue to roleplay and develop her story no matter what happens. I will be posting her old roleplays on the second page (for posterity), and her new life will begin on page three!

___What's in a Name?
___The name Ixchel is Mayan, and is the name of the Mayan Goddess of Rainbows and Maternity. The legend goes that her husband became inflamed with jealousy and killed her with lightning bolts. She was revived by the fireflies and gave him another chance (she was innocent all along). Her father became jealous as well and tried to kill her, when her husband became jealous again she became angry and left to live in the moon.
___Well, she's not Ixchel anymore, but it's interesting to see what she used to be! Salvatore's direct translation is Saviour. Take from that what you will! Before she became Salvatore, Ixchel did have a lover (Junkanoo now renamed Packer). As far as Packer knows, Ixchel was lost when they were thrown into a dimensional disruptor and sent somewhere else. This past has no influence on Salvatore whatsoever - but is prevalent in any roleplays I do with Packer.

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___01► Title Page
___02► About/What's in a Name?
___03► Directory
___04► Rules and Regulations
___05► Home is Where the Hearth Is
___06► Background
___07► Appearance
___08► Who She Is
___09► Personality
___10► Flatsale Prompt
___11► Heartrate
___12► Gallery
___13► Roleplay Links
___14► Credits
___15► Farewell!

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___Rules and Regulations
___Only Uennie is allowed to post in this thread.
___If you'd like to send Salvatore a gift, please PM it to Uennie!
___If you'd like to schedule a play-date, please PM it to Uennie!
___Do not steal any graphic/written/artistic material in this thread.
___If you have any comments regarding Salvatore please PM them to Uennie.
___If Uennie has missed something in roleplay, please kindly point it out to her in PM.
___Quality over quantity!
___Show, don't tell!

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___Home is where the Hearth Is
___Salvatore lives in a small sized temple room closer to the topiary gardens. As a more experienced Concubine she does not have to share her quarters unless she feels inclined to take on a ward, she also has her own door versus beaded curtains.
___Her ceiling is covered in paper parasols with their handles cut down and secured, pointing down, and fit together so snugly that there is no empty space for ceiling to peek through. Throughout the room there are strands of soft lights hanging down from the ceiling inside tiny lanterns - there is no direct or main light source.
___She sleeps on a large and luxuriously padded pallet on a floor covered in decorative rugs. Pillows of every size, embroidery, and shape cover it and the floor, along with fluffy comforters and warm throws. The pallet is directly under the only window in the room, which has paper shutters that are elaborately painted with fighting fish. She keeps small stair cabinets on either side of the pallet, each with their own delicate lanterns. Salvatore never keeps live candles out as lighting, only for matters of convenience. The cabinet drawers each house tools of her trade for unique uses.
___Near the far end of the room she has a sheer, near-transparent curtain hung for changing. Her clothes are stored in both an armoire and an old chest tucked behind the curtain. Salvatore does not have a private bathroom and must share facilities with the other concubines - except when she bathes she has her own attendants as most older concubines do. A simple brass faucet with a porcelain draining bowl sits behind the curtain as well. She keeps a small pitcher on hand with washclothes, and soda particles to scrub her teeth with.
___The only luxury in her room is the mosaic-tiled fireplace in the wall opposite from her bed. Only a few other concubines have their own for heat or setting. A large hookah is placed near it with a small decorated lockbox containing her intoxicants.

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___Background
___Salvatore has extremely dominant Garrion characteristics, which is contrary to the recessive genes in her parents. Living in the United Empire, they feared persecution for her and themselves, and left her at the nearest Garrion village and returned home to live as Common. Because of her mixed blood, and the way her parents lived, she was forced to cover her wings at birth and never use them and to always walk the same way Common did. She has a wide collection of shoes, but only wears them when she leaves a residence. Only a few years ago, she was beaten severely by a young male who had ingested a dangerous amount of narcotics and became zealously aggressive in his conquest of her. He broke her nose, and it never really healed right. At this point she is a modestly respected Concubine, respected more for her years of experience than as a former beauty. She is very fond of hallucinogenic mushrooms and her hookah cannabis, instead of the heavier concoctions usually taken by her sect. She resides in a temple room.

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___Appearance
___Skin: #BA6F38
___Hair: #FAC213 into #28B2BD
___Eyes: #F99F61
___Height: 6'5"
___Build: Athletic, but not slender - stocky.
___Other Distinctive Features: Has a flattened nose from being broken once, thin tattoo on her lower lip, inch-long lacquered nails.
___Clothing: Elaborately delicate lace gloves, leggings/stockings, and scanty lower and upper garments.
___Accessories: Has her wings cloaked - she is not allowed to use them.

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___Who She Is
___Name: Salvatore
___Nickname(s): None, people may shorten her name but she doesn't identify with them.
___Gender: Female, Born and Assigned
___Age: 34
___Species: 1/4 Common, 3/4 Garrion
___Alliance: United Empire
___Rank/Occupation: Mah'Paralo Concubine
___Family: None that she knows of.
___Morals: Lawful Neutral
*Lawful Neutral is called the "Judge" or "Disciplined" alignment. A Lawful Neutral character typically believes strongly in Lawful concepts such as honor, order, rules and tradition, and often follows a personal code. A Lawful Neutral society would typically enforce strict laws to maintain social order, and place a high value on traditions and historical precedent. Examples of Lawful Neutral characters might include a soldier who always follows orders, a judge or enforcer that adheres mercilessly to the word of the law, a disciplined monk.

Characters of this alignment are neutral with regard to good and evil. This does not mean that Lawful Neutral characters are amoral or immoral, or do not have a moral compass; but simply that their moral considerations come a distant second to what their code, tradition or law dictates. They typically have a strong ethical code, but it is primarily guided by their system of belief, not by a commitment to good or evil.

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___Personality
___General Personality: Despite her worse-for-wear appearance, and service to Mah’Paralo, Salvatore is not short on words to exchange. It's not that she is very talkative, but more that she will exercise the opportunity to speak what she will if it will yield more profit than loss. She gives very good care, and does so as it is her nature, but there is nothing nurturing or maternal about it. It is necessity that people be well, and feel well.
___Likes: Goat cheese, having her wings aired out, and longing after shoes.
___Dislikes: Cooked meat with the fat cut off, windy and cold weather, and dirty garments.

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___Flatsale Prompt
___Your child’s just been dumped for the first time. How’s the aftermath?

___"Why do you weep?"

___Salvatore sighed and pulled her knees to her chest as she avoided eye-contact with her mentor. The pureblood Garrion woman was dressing claw-marks from a particularly rough mating. Gently washing the ceremonial paints and oils from her shoulders, her hawk-like eyes did not allow Salvatore to dismiss the question.

___"I am not." The young girl picked at the cloth on her still-growing wings. The woman needed to mind her own messes, sliding her eyes narrowly she eyed the lovewounds. She would probably be hissing in pain as the ointment was applied, but of course her mentor made no such noises. She flinched, hearing the tittering of Chella outside their chambers followed by a soft masculine chuckle. Salvatore clenched her jaw and shifted, wrapping the a shawl around herself to cover her body.

___"You shame yourself." The woman said as she shook her head and finished applying the bandages. "You are a concubine, your body is a place of worship. We do not hide our bodies." Salvatore sucked her lips into her mouth to keep from grunting. "So he has chosen another temple to worship at ... We are vessels of Mah'Paralo's Light - May His Eternity Favor Us." Salvatore was tired of hearing that addage. The woman stopped her motions and arched an eyebrow at her charge, taking a breath Salvatore mumbled the reply.

___"... And May We Serve Body and Soul." Her mentor nodded and returned to her chest of garments. The older woman chose a blouse, favouring it to cover her bandaged biceps with its sleeves. As she dressed, the top cut away from her chest leaving it completely exposed, and the high neck snugged against her chin hiding the marks caused by overly-arduous attentions. A long sheer train draped from under the back of the short-cut blouse, and Salvatore sighed at it longingly.

___"You may have this when I pass into His Realm." The mentor finished brushing her long black hair and began re-painting her breasts and torso with elaborate sacred designs. "I know you enjoy looking at it, it is quite elegant." She nodded approvingly at Salvatore's breasts. "They are growing quite well, and will be magnificent to display with this blouse." Salvatore gently cupped her breasts and then let them go, shifting again so that her forehead pressed against the wall.

___"You are thinking of his touch on them." The Garrion murmured before washing her hands in a basin, her body now a shimmering mural of quickly-drying artistry. Salvatore shut her eyes tight and inhaled sharply, listening to sounds of pleasure resonating from Chella's room through the wall. Her eyes stung. She felt a breath on her shoulder, and turned her head to see her mentor sitting very close.
___"The first soul you saved, and not the last." Her ivory skin contrasted sharply to Salvatore's cinnamon as it pressed against it, her voice heavy and strong. Slowly Salvatore nodded, and her mentor smiled. "Open." She commanded, and slipped a bitter-tasting herb into Salvatore's mouth. "Drink." She held wine to the girl's lips to wash it down. Gently she wiped away a small dribble from her charge's chin, and Salvatore began to feel her head swim with brighter colours and shapes.

___"A new pilgrim has come to seek sanctuary." A figure walked through their curtained doorway and Salvatore gasped as she looked up at his radiance. He was either the most beautiful man she'd ever seen or the ugliest, but either way it did not matter. She served. He walked over to her mentor and began to settle with her on the pallet, and Salvatore felt her arm being caught by the woman's hands. "Tonight you will learn to love Channeling His Essence in another way. Come." Salvatore felt hazy and wonderful as she was pulled to the both of them. The command in her mentor's voice was frighteningly strong. "You will love your service."

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___Heartrate

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ADORE NEUTRAL DISLIKE

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___Gallery

 

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___Roleplay Links

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___Credits
___Kannahvehmen is copyrighted to Glampanda.
___Artwork is copyrighted to their own artists.
___Test/Stories/Graphics are copyrighted to Uennie.
___Toys/Gifts/Roleplays are copyrighted to their original creators.

 

[Uennie]

Hach Kiichpan, Maasima - La! //// Temple Scripture

___Farewell!
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