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Ianna Umbridge Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 10:25 am
 This is a Private Journal. You will need permission from Ursah Bunny before you are able to post here. We ask you not to beg Ursah Bunny to allow you to purchase, take, or trade her child. They are NOT for sale in the least bit. If you want one, you will have to visit The Ghosts of the Past shop located in Breedable/Changing pets. Concept � Kyrianna
Art � Kyrianna, WoefulInfinity and UmmyAbout Too-ya-la-kektAwakened: 01-28-06 Gender: Male Guardian: Ursah Bunny Species: Thunderbird
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:13 pm
  When Grandfather Wind blew his breath across the first plain from the east, there came the tall grasses. It was this breath that called to the earth and swept the hills into existance. There came the people, following the trail of the wind, and the great moving herds of buffalo that shifted with the seasons of the grass.
From the west wind there came the waters, and the clouds, pregnant with rain. It was from the west that my kine were forged, answering to the song of the gray waters. In the space between Mother Earth and Father Sky, there dwelt the spirit birds. We followed the parade of existance: The people, who followed the herds; the herds who followed the grass; the grass that followed the wind.
We were masters of this hoop - tyrants of the delicate equilibruim of beast and plant, tide of life and death. Bearers of the storm. Dancers of lightning. Life was freely judged, and freely taken. Not good. Not evil. My kine were revered and appreciated - the unbiased hand of nature, generous and cruel.
I can not say that I remember my birth, or the eons passed of my existance. I can only remember when first came the white man, to make a mockery of the sacred balance.
At first the white man was ignored, or observed as a curiosity. The white men came, the white man died - still, more came. Soon, the stinking trail of their progress cut into the earth and festered like a rotting wound. They brought with them disease, fear, and swept a cloud of blood across the Great Plains.
The mighty herds grew thin and weak. The people were slaughtered and kenneled into lands dead and dry as bone, a journey which was yet the death of many, and many things.
The people cried to the Wise Ones to make the lands fertile - to bring the waters, and the grasses. The shaman danced and prayed. It was I who answered their call.
Minninnewah, Whirlwind, that was the name of the one that called to me. He was the first of the people that I had ever taken time to truly observe. Until Minninnewah I was unaware of the subtle nuances of their faith, or the little details of their life. The great boredom of my timeless existance ceased to be as I watched the shaman dance and sing, and though I have no doubt that Minninnewah could sense my presance I was not visible to his eyes.
It was a foolish mistake that I did not leave when Minninnewah began the ritual to bond our souls. It was an old magic, and would ensure that some of my power would become his own. Make no mistake, I wanted this to happen. The shaman would be able to help his people, and they suffered so. A staff was to be his reliquary, and in that staff would rest a piece of my soul.
The magic took many days, and was more painful than anything I had experienced in the ages of my existance. To have a piece of one's soul torn from their body is a maddening agony, but a weight that I gladly bore. So distracted was I by the turmoil of my own suffering, that I could not have warned Minninnewah that the white man approached, had I seen them or been able to speak in the voice of man.
The white men fell upon the people, and the ground stained red. Not a single man, woman or child was spared. Minninnewah, quiet in his skin shelter was among the last to fall. As the chaos broke around him, the shaman thought only of his task, ears deaf to the screams outside. It was a soldier dressed in the blues of a coming storm that killed Minninnewah, with a stick that smoked and cracked like thunder. As the shaman's body hit the ground, an exploding agony turned my vision red. In the next second, all was black. My awareness ceased to be.
It was the storm that gave us life. It is the wind that comes out of our mouths now that gives us life. When this ceases to blow we die. In the skin at the tips of your fingers you can see the trail of the wind, and the path of the lightning. It shows you where the storm blew when your ancestors were created. It shows you home.
The soldier claimed Minninnewah's staff as a war prize, and his children used it to play "Savage". Over time, the relic was lost or forgotten, perhaps hidden in some attic, dusty and unseen. The people died or were driven back. The spirit birds slowly disappeared, becoming legend and myth. Only the staff remained.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:19 pm
  Full name: Romelda Sarah Two-moons
Goes by: Sarah Two-moons
Gender: Female
Race: Human, Nez Perce
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 137 lbs
Build: Fit and Solid, perhaps a few extra pounds
Age: 34
Starsign: Pisces
Birthday: March 6
Appearance: Standing an average height for a woman, Sarah Two-moons has a quiet sort of beauty that isn't outwardly stunning or notelessly plain. Her prettiness stems from her health and vitality. Her skin is clean and pure, seeming to almost emit an energy of its own, as if it has gathered the rays of the sun and contained them.
The sun shows in her waist-long hair, too, for while it is black as pitch, there are deep reddish-brown streaks painted throughout her hair by time spent outdoors. Her eyes are a warm coppery brown.
Likes: Horses, Mythology, Creative Writing, Beadwork, Swimming.
Dislikes: Most men. Thinking about money. Coffee.
Skills: Graduated College with double degree in Cultural Anthropology, specifying Native American Culture, and Linquistics, adept at Beadwork, horse training, breeding and showmanship, linguistics, and can whistle through her teeth.
History: Coming Soon...
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:25 pm
Wand: In order to get your wand, you must obtain an appointment with Ianna. Ianna is very...busy....running around and finding the wands and reading the Book of Life and Death and whatnot, so yes. It's going to be difficult to do. If you don't obtain an RP appointment with Kyrianna to RP with her and her character Ianna, you won't get your wand. If you miss your appointment without prior notification, that's your loss. You won't get your wand, nor a refund.
Stage One: Wand
Your GOTP must be in wand form for at LEAST 2 weeks real life time.
- 1 Role Play with Ianna Umbridge transcribed into your journal about finding your wand
- 1 Journal entry explaining your feelings about being chosen for a wand
- 1 Open Session RP (In the GOTP thread) OR Closed Session RP
- 1 700 word minimum post in journal about your wand moving to the next stage
Stage Two: Wisp
Your GOTP must be a Wisp for at least 1 week real life time. In order for it to move to Baby Ghost, you must do the following:
- 1 journal entry from you
- 1 Open Session RP (In the GOTP Thread)
- 1 Closed Session RP (Private) RP with another GOTP or GOTP owner (No more than 3)
- 1 700 word minimum post in journal about your GOTP moving to the next stage
- Complete assignment given by Ianna Umbridge
Stage Three: Baby Ghost
Your GOTP must be a Baby Ghost for at least 2 weeks real life time. In order for it to move to Baby, you must do the following:
- 1 journal entry (Dear Diary)
- 1 Open Or closed Session RP
- 1 700 word minimum post in journal about your baby ghost moving to the next stage
- Complete assignment given by Ianna Umbridge (Can be combined with growth)
Stage Four: Baby
Your GOTP must stay a baby for at least 2 months in real life time. In order for it to move to Toddler, you must do the following:
- 5 Journal entries from you
- 6 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 700 word minimum post in journal about your baby moving to next stage
Stage Five: Toddler
Your GOTP must stay an toddler for at least 3 months real-life time. In order to move to Kid, you must do the following:
- 6 Journal entries from you
- 7 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 Multi-post growth quest. This quest usually deals with going through their past life in small flashes of memory to see important moments in their past life. Generally, this concerns finding out some of a child's baser powers.
- 1 1,000 word minimum "Growing" or "Coming Home" post from the quest.
Stage Six: Kid
Your GOTP must stay a kid for at least 3 months real-life time. In order to move to Teenager, you must do the following:
- 6 Journal Entries from you or your child (Split any way you wish)
- 7 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 700 word minimum post in your journal about your kid moving to the next stage
- 1 Multi-post growth quest. This quest deals with finding out their past and how they died.
- 1 1,000 word minimum "Growing" or "Coming Home" post from the quest.
Stage Seven: Teenager
Your GOTP must stay a teenager for at least 3 months real-life time. In order to move to Youth, you must do the following:
- 4 journal entries, each, from you and your teenager
- 9 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 1,000 word minimum post in your journal about your Teenager moving on to the next stage. Here is where it's decided if they're too unstable and unable to accept the fact that it happened, they may begin to turn into a ghost-like form once more. A non-solid mass of smoke; however, if they're able to embrace their new chance, they can flourish into a wonderfully adjusted Youth.
Stage Eight: Youth
Your GOTP must stay a youth for at least 4 months real-life time. In order to move to Adult, you must do the following:
- (OPTIONAL) 1 journal entry about your child leaving the house (if they do)
- 3 Journal entries from you
- 5 journal entries from Youth
- 10 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 Role Play with Ianna
- 1 1,000 Word journal post about moving into the next stage
Stage Nine: Adult
Your child must remain an adult for at least 5 months real-life time before moving on to Sorceress or Sorcerer. In order to move on, you must do the following:
- 10 journal entries from Youth
- 15 Open OR Closed- Session RPs (At LEAST 1 should be Open)
- 1 2,000 word minimum post in your journal about your youth moving on to the next stage.
- 1 Role Play session with Ianna
- 1 Meeting with Matilda
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 9:34 pm
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