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Lord Andvarinaut Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 7:58 pm
Deadline: Midnight @ Wednesday, March 31
First of all, this is a Create Your Own Fafner contest in which you have to develop your custom Svanhild Fafner's appearance and history (Story), and even personality if you want. We want to see creativity and originality (as well as organization and structure to some degree), meaning we are looking for a unique Fafner in both look and background. What makes your Fafner stand out from the rest? Remember, this doesn't necessarily mean your Fafner has to have a crazy appearance or a depressing history -- just something that makes us go "Wow, now that is one amazing Svanhild Fafner."
In the appearance department, you can treat this as a CYO Custom, and guess what? You can include all the edits that you want! Use the lines above if you want to physically create your Fafner's look, or you can simply describe it in detail (with reference pictures) if that's easier for you. However, please note that Shikai likes visual references better. You may even include a Mini if it's significant to your Fafner's story (no Faerins though)!
In the background department, your Fafner's rank can be anything including Rebel -- but NO Nobles, Speakers, Craftmakers, Rebel Commander or Elites). The only important detail that you must follow is that your Fafner is from the Svanhild Clan.. this means they live in the desert. They don't necessarily have to have been born into the Svanhild Clan, as long as they are currently living there. Everything else is up to you!
Rules
1. Only ONE entry per person.
2. Your Story response can only be a maximum of 5,000 words.
3. Do NOT steal the lines or else!!! stressed
Restrictions
1. You are only allowed to receive a total of ONE Fafner from all the Contests.
2. If you win more than one Contest, you can choose which Fafner you want -- the other one will be given to a runner-up.
3. You can give the Fafner you win to someone else, but ONLY to someone who participated in the same Contest that you won the Fafner from.
Lines: Common Female | Common Male | Rebel Female | Rebel Male
 Use the following Form to submit your response:
[b]Fafner Appearance:[/b]
[b]Fafner's Personality (optional):[/b] (max. 200 words)
[b]Fafner's Story:[/b]
[b]Story Word Count:[/b]
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 4:17 pm
Fafner Appearance: X
Description: (Also oops on the hair tie! It should be white -Iforgotsosrry-) Sadly my edits are shoddy, but the main look can be seen. 3 sets of earrings with chains and Gems connected to a nose ring. A small flourishing, fiery cape, along with leg and tail bands. Small ribbons, and beads are also attached to the bands and cape to keep it all together. I was also hoping that the lines could match the coloring (Instead of being just black) If it were a transparent .png I would have done it myself, but sadly gimp hates me sometimes.
Name: Bantz
Fafner's Personality: Level headed, entertaining, frivolous, charming. Bantz is a lovable jester type, with a sarcastic tongue and a bright personality. Though most see him as a lackadaisical, lazy scoundrel, who is far to easy going and silly to be taken seriously. He takes life in stride and focuses on living in the now of things, instead of looking to the past or worrying about the future. He wishes to spend his life doing the things he enjoys most, free of rules and restrictions or consequences.
Fafner's Story: (-working on)
Story Word Count: (-Also working on)
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 2:17 pm
Fafner Appearance:  [click on image for full size]Fafner's Personality: A silent and distant loner, Sutekah feels herself to be one with the desert and searches it's heart with compassion for those lost to it's grasp, saving and healing as she can. Fafner's Story: Sutekah wanders alone through the wind swept sand. She had always wandered alone. Strange and distant, her eyes seeming to see into a fafner’s soul. Sutekah had been found alone in the desert, mewling and near death. The remains of a female fafner nearby suggested she was orphaned in a cruel world. At first, it was believed that Sutekah’s lack of any hair or fur was a result of being abraded by the sands of the Svanhild desert, but once her Rebel rescuers had taken her back to their camp, it was soon evident that the lack of hair was her only abnormality. Sutekah’s skin was the hue of the ever changing sands of the Svanhild and peppered with hardened scales that made her resilient to the irritations many fafner sustained from the constant sandstorms. Her rear paws carried impressive claws that seemed deadly and vicious. But it was the strange protuberance upon her back that caused so many to shy from her company. But it, too, seemed to have a use as she seemed able to store heat and energy from the day to carry her through the cold desert nights. But Sutekah’s appearance was not the only thing that kept her isolated. Trained from an early age of the evils perpetrated by the Nobles and of the right of democracy, she came to accept the creed of the Rebels, but never with a fire or passion. And though she was taught to fight, her tutors hoping to put her fierce claws to good use, Sutekah found in herself no love of violence. Indeed, she had no love of others. She felt compassion, the desire to help, but could not find in herself the will to be with others. Thus Sutekah wanders. Having sought training of the healers, she mostly looks for the herbs they need in their work. Her entire body designed to take the punishments of the desert, she often travels for days without seeing another fafner. But always she looks, ready to help any who are in need, rebel, commoner or noble. Sutekah understands that the desert is no respecter of rank or class and would not see any die as her mother died. Occasionally Sutekah makes her way back to the camp, delivering herbs and edible forage. There are water holes that only she knows of, places where the water creeps slowly up through the ground under a rock or outcropping, slowly gathering enough for a few mouthfuls of water every few hours. She knows the plants that carry moisture and those that carry nutrients. She knows the places and things to avoid, where a poison sting or bite waits the unwary. And so she stays in the desert, where the laughter of young fafner does not hurt her ears and the wisdom of old fafner does not weigh on her mind. She sees the company of others as a burden she bares only as she must and only for their benefit. Occasionally Sutekah is asked to guide another fafner through the desert, and she does as asked, keeping them from the wilder areas, the areas tamed only in her own heart. Silent as she travels, such that often others mistake her for mute, but still, she knows that in silence, one can hear the desert. Able to sense the coming sandstorms, she is invaluable as a guide. But it is those few, rare times, when she happens upon one lost in the sand sea, that she feels most connected to others. Rescuing fafner, mini, or animal, Sutekah feels her purpose sing through her blood. Silent, she emerges from the desert, often shortly after a sandstorm, with wisps of windblown sand still swirling about her feet, she seems a creature of the desert. Her hide blending in with the landscape around her, the fafner needing rescue gasping at her sudden appearance. Silent as an apparition, Sutekah moves with the grace of the wind, assessing injury and quickly binding wounds. Still silent she leads her new patient to the nearest water and shade, carrying them if it is needed. As night falls and her charge has rested, she leads on to the nearest camp of either commoner or rebel, knowing, without words, where each fafner belongs. Still silent she fades back into the desert. Many know of Sutekah only as the ‘Ghost of the Svanhild’ and as such she is happy. It is whispered that she is a reborn soul searching for a love long lost to the desert. Will she always wander alone or will she find her lost love? Sutekah herself does not speculate, but instead, travels, always, into the sands. Story Word Count: 777
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 2:47 pm
Fafner Appearance:  <---Click for Full size
Fafner's Personality (optional):
Fafner's Story: Shichelle had not been born in the Svanhild clan, she hadn't been born close to the clan's land either. She'd been born into the Loki clan, a pair of hunters had been her parents and while she had wanted for nothing, Shichelle hadn't been able to stop herself from wandering. At first it was just a short distance from her family's home but then as she got older and stronger she wandered further and further. Her furthest wandering took her to the border of Loki lands and that was when she got swept up in the rebel movement. Shichelle had been young then. Young and impressionable so she when the rebels came out to speak, she found herself hanging onto their every word. Maybe, just maybe they were right. The nobles really did nothing for the lands, they didn't help with the gathering of food or the protection of their lands. She had never even seen one of them wandering among the common folk like herself. So she took their words to heart to the point where she even asked her her parents to join the cause. They refused, resenting the path their child had taken so they tossed her out with nothing but the cloak and bangle she'd been gifted as a child.
Confused but even more convinced that the nobles were corrupting the people she threw herself completely into the rebel cause pushing all memories of her former life to the back of her mind. If her parents had been too embarrassed to allow her to remain in their home then she would be too embarrassed to remember them. It was as simple as that.
Shichelle's wanderings with the rebels drew her out of Loki lands and eventually into the lands of the Svanhild clan. The desert dwellers were wary of them, some even seemed frightened by the appearance of the outsiders as haggard and worn they seemed to be. The rebels remained on the borders of Svanhild's lands watching and learning from the desert locals until they were certain they had learned enough to send a few of their own into the clan. They'd earned the locals' trust more or less and now it would be the real test of that. Shichelle's devotion to the cause bordered on fanatical and she was among the few rebels chosen to hide among the Svanhild clan.
Story Word Count: 396
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 1:32 pm
Fafner Appearance: AyaraDescription: Eyes: (not seen) Golden yellow Fur Color: Rusty brown Hair Color: A darker, soft chocolate brown Markings: Small golden dots under her eyes. As well as tan swirls running through the rusty brown of the fur. Edits: -Long hair, with a braid near her face, with two feather in any color. -Bangles, however many you want. - Minus the cloth thing in the hair (did not turn out how I wanted it to) -A forehead piece in colors from gold and blue. -On her right leg is a band of metal with small studs on the outer edges, and blue and gold. -On her left leg is a few tight-fitting bangles. Fafner's Personality (optional): Matronly, warm-hearted, protective. She is all a mother would be. She loves all and hates those who make others suffer. She is quick as a viper and as gentle as a feather. And you are highly unlikely to catch her off-guard. Fafner's Story:Born in a nomadic tribe, Ayara was one of many children who came in existence in her altruistic family. She found herself vying for attention from her parents to a degree that was kind of sad. Finding very little from that route, she decided instead of searching for attention, she would create her own. Her siblings, four of whom were much smaller than she was became like her adopted children. And she herself, became a mother figure to the ones who had little care. As word got out of the warm-hearted creature, some orphans who had lost their family in one way or another looked up at her as their true mother, as someone who would care for them, no matter what. And she would. She grew older, and life became more pensive and angry. There were those in the Clan who looked down upon the Orphans, and upon her for caring for the ingrates who deserved no life. Ayara found herself as guardian to these children, always watching to make sure none would harm her children. Naoru, the sandy-colored Torin with dark green eyes, helped with this. When Ayara was unable to watch the children, Naoru would stay close to them until their mother would return from her business. He was found by Ayara while she was running through the sands near the Gunner. She had not expected to run into the little cat creature, yet there he was. They had stared at one another with fear and anger in their eyes. And yet... they stood their ground, staring one another down. "You don't mean me harm, nor do I." She had murmured, her golden eyes taking in the creature. The Torin let out a grumbling growl, before it settled on the dusty ground. "You are your own creature as I had once been... Come with me...." She murmured, her eyes hoping for a companion. The Torin stared at her for minutes, both not talking. And then the feline stood at made his way to Ayara's side, mewing softly with a momentary pride. She returned to the camp, with a Torin in tow. The Torin, whom she had christened Naoru, was almost immediately swarmed by little ones, seeking out the strange thing. Ayara had laughed, enjoying the relief that filled her. She had found a protector for her children. Her worries slowly lessened. Story Word Count: 394
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 3:42 pm
Fafner Appearance: Overall appearance seems bland; Medium brown base with darker brown tribal/swirly/tiger markings. Hair the same color as the darker markings, with three smaller braids; a white ribbon tied in one of the braids to hiddenly show his rebel status. Tail fluff white. Pure white face (neck-up) with bright blue eyes – Think kinda like a bald eagle? Bandages wrapped around all paws for a less noisy walk. Two silver piercings in his right ear. He keeps his head wrapped in bandages that match his body color, to mask his unusual face-fur-color, although he can’t hide his eyes. (sorry I… Don’t have access to my tablet right now 8’D but I can definitely draw up a more clear description if I win – I’m getting it tomorrow <3)
Fafner's Personality (optional): As a rebel stalker in the Svanhild Clan, Keha is split between his loyalty towards his clan, and his rebel beliefs. He is dignified and proud, and if he hadn’t been so against the nobels, he would have been the ideal sentinel. However, he has learned to blend in and be a “normal” commoner in his tribe. He would never hurt an innocent fafner, and would in general prefer never having to hurt anyone at all, but is still quite capable of doing so. He keeps his female roxin, Ahmin, by him at all times – a pet chosen based on its lack of rarity (so it doesn’t attract attention) and its ability to track. Definitely not because he loves it… ahem.
Fafner's Story: Kehin was out of an old proud Svanhild family. Extremely loyal to the clan, most males (and even some females) became sentinels for the clan, working to keep the commoners as safe as possible from all sorts of dangers. Being so isolated from the rest of the clans, they didn’t see much difficulties from neither the nobles nor the rebels.
Kehin himself had been raised to follow in his ancestors steps; trained from child-hood to become a sentinel. However, he was still just working as a hunter when everything changed. He had been a fine hunter; with a lot of potential for sure. He had gone hunting alone one day. Well, alone wasn’t really correct; he always brought Ahmin with him when hunting, and knew he could feel safe with her. And she did warn him, she really did. She let him know that there was a stranger approaching, so he was prepared when he met the rebel that would turn his world upside down.
Being intelligent, Kehin was pretty quick to understand just how different this other fafner was. It didn’t take him much longer to realize that this stranger was a rebel. Being more intelligent rather than simple brute strength, he had measured the rebel, and found him worthy of some respect. After all, whoever ventures into Svanhild desert without the natural-born instinct of a Svanhild desert must be either very stupid, or very brave. And he was no fool, this rebel. So Kehin let him talk, and Kehin allowed himself to listen. At first, Kehin was disbelieving, and reluctant to accept what the stranger was saying. The rebel had seen potential in Kehin , and had told him to think about it for a day, and then come back and talk to him again; there would be a place with the rebels for a fafner such as himself.
Kehin left with a heavy heart, Ahmin close behind him as always; the sole comfort in his scrambled mind. The rebel had opened Kehin’s eyes, and the following day, he saw the life in his clan in a completely different life. He realized the absurdity in the structure of things. And Kehin realized that he had been a naïve fafner, raised on naïve morals and beliefs.
He left with the rebel the following day, only bringing along Amin on his fare.
Here, several months later, he is starting to re-adapt to the life in the clan, and trying to fall back into old habits. He stopped hunting in favor of being closer to the sentinels he once wished to join; to spy on them for his new group. However, he is still torn between his intense loyalty towards the clan, and his belief that the system is wrong – the balance is hard to find.
Story Word Count: 465
*murrs* a lot shorter than planned but... it's past midnight here; I'm tired 8'D; And Ahmin isn't that important in his past story, granted, but she's important to his... current situation.
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Lord Andvarinaut Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 10:39 pm
WINNER
Congratulations, Shikamaru Silyvant! Shikai and Starr love the background story for your Fafner the best, and the appearance is also very interesting. Please post for her in Shikai's Customs Thread, thank you!!!
Shikamaru Silyvant Fafner Appearance: http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b391/nefariousdarkness/Diamanta-large.png
Fafner's Personality (optional):
Fafner's Story: Shichelle had not been born in the Svanhild clan, she hadn't been born close to the clan's land either. She'd been born into the Loki clan, a pair of hunters had been her parents and while she had wanted for nothing, Shichelle hadn't been able to stop herself from wandering. At first it was just a short distance from her family's home but then as she got older and stronger she wandered further and further. Her furthest wandering took her to the border of Loki lands and that was when she got swept up in the rebel movement. Shichelle had been young then. Young and impressionable so she when the rebels came out to speak, she found herself hanging onto their every word. Maybe, just maybe they were right. The nobles really did nothing for the lands, they didn't help with the gathering of food or the protection of their lands. She had never even seen one of them wandering among the common folk like herself. So she took their words to heart to the point where she even asked her her parents to join the cause. They refused, resenting the path their child had taken so they tossed her out with nothing but the cloak and bangle she'd been gifted as a child.
Confused but even more convinced that the nobles were corrupting the people she threw herself completely into the rebel cause pushing all memories of her former life to the back of her mind. If her parents had been too embarrassed to allow her to remain in their home then she would be too embarrassed to remember them. It was as simple as that.
Shichelle's wanderings with the rebels drew her out of Loki lands and eventually into the lands of the Svanhild clan. The desert dwellers were wary of them, some even seemed frightened by the appearance of the outsiders as haggard and worn they seemed to be. The rebels remained on the borders of Svanhild's lands watching and learning from the desert locals until they were certain they had learned enough to send a few of their own into the clan. They'd earned the locals' trust more or less and now it would be the real test of that. Shichelle's devotion to the cause bordered on fanatical and she was among the few rebels chosen to hide among the Svanhild clan.
Story Word Count: 396
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