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 Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 8:54 pm
- Table of Contents -
Table of Contents
Inventory
Imogen
Imogen's Logs
Imogen's Search For Thistle Root
Imogen Finds A New Friend
Roland
Roland's Logs
Roland's Search For Family Begins
Leslie
Leslie's Logs
Leslie's Miracle Escape
Gretchen
Gretchen's Logs
Milligan's Drink Till You Drop
Easter Egg Coloring
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 8:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 8:56 pm
 - Imogen - Name: Imogen
Gender: Female
Species: Mouse
Age: Young Adult
Clan: Woodhaven
Nature: Determined
Family: Father - ...
Family: Mother - ...
Friends: Tsaika - played by Riparian
Friends: Edgar - played by CallMeDem
Acquaintances: Versailles - played by RelativeSpace
Enemies: none
Personality: Imogen is the type to never give up. Well, almost never. When she puts her mind to something, she'll usually keep at it until she no longer can. She can be overly talkative, her words stringing together and coming out a little too quickly, when talking about inventions or how things work. Things that seem odd or out of place interest her, causing her to get involved out of curiosity. Whether that means digging something out that's half buried in mud, or walking up to a complete stranger and possibly invading their privacy, she'll most likely do it without thinking.
History: Imogen was fortunate enough to have both of her parents throughout her life. Her father gathered what they needed from the forest, teaching her how to do the same once she was old enough, and trading only when they had more than enough or desperately needed something. Her mother stayed home with Imogen for quite a while, taking care of her and teaching her everything she needed, or wanted, to know, including magic. Now, with Imogen out of the house, her mother teaches other young critters. Before she was born, her parents had studied magic and written the books that her mother used to teach her about it. She doesn't know much about her parents' pasts, but she does know this.
Stats: Body - 4
Stats: Mind - 8
Stats: Soul - 6
Stats: HP - 8
Stats: MP - 16
Stats: SP - 12
Stats: Base Attack - 2
Stats: Base Magic - 4
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 2:01 am
- Imogen's Search For Thistle Root - ------------Basics
Your Username: keti-bug
Which pet are you entering for? female 3
What you will name them? Imogen
------------Nature
What is their personality like? Determined. She's not the type to give up easily, especially on one of her inventions. She can be overly talkative when talking about inventions or how things work, but otherwise she seems fairly normal.
What is their hobby? Collecting anything that seems like it could be useful. She often goes on long walks just to see if she can find something.
What do they do for a living? Inventing. Though she hasn't been able to sell many yet, she plans to some day. In the mean time, she lives off of what she can find on her walks.
------------Prompt 1
Imogen didn't have a lot of friends, so when she found out that one of them, a mole named Eben that she'd known since she was little, was sick, she hurried to see him. He had been something like an older brother to her, always encouraging her to keep trying at her inventions no matter what. When others told her that building wings was a stupid idea (because everyone knew that mice couldn't fly), he told her that they'd just have to see it when she was finished. Of course, she hadn't yet been able to make wings that actually worked, but that wasn't the point.
When she arrived (she had been close to home when she heard and he didn't live far from her), she let herself in, sliding down into his underground home to find the mole laying in his dirt bed. He looked to be asleep, so she quietly said, "Eben?"
A small smile grew on his lips as he said, "I'm awake, Imogen. Just... very tired."
She walked closer, then, a look of concern showing on her face, but going unseen by her friend. Once she was by his side, she reached out and touched his face with her paws. He was burning up.
"Doctor says I've got a fever," he said, though that was obvious. "Says broth from thistle root should help, but I think-" he continued, but was cut off before he could finish.
"Thistle root, got it," Imogen said before rushing out of his den.
"Wait!" he tried to call after her, but she was already gone. "Be careful," he mumbled before turning on his side to get some sleep.
Mean while, Imogen had gone back to her home and began to pack, switching the things she had found that day for things that she would need on the journey. She knew that she wouldn't be able to afford thistle root, or much of anything, from the markets. It was part of the reason she had always simply gathered what she needed. Anything she couldn't find, she usually went without. She didn't plan on doing that with this, though. She planned on finding it and wouldn't give up until she did. As she went around her home, she grabbed food that she had stored and some extra supplies (such as sticks, leaves, cloth, etc.) that she thought might be helpful. Thistles could be found in the mountains, which were treacherous, but thankfully there was a part of them that she could get to from her home in Woodhaven without having to go through the desert. That made one less thing she had to worry about.
It would take at least a day to get there and back and that didn't count resting and the time it might take to actually find the thistles. She was anxious to leave, knowing the sooner she left the sooner she could get back and Eben could be better, but she was tired from that day, so she forced herself to sleep. She would leave in the morning.
The next day, she grabbed her bag, put on her hat, and left as soon as she woke up, grabbing berries for breakfast on the way. She refused to waste any more time. As was habit for her, if she found something while walking, she couldn't help but pick it up. In this case, she had found both sides of a walnut shell and, thinking they might be useful, decided to bring them along. They couldn't fit in her bag, so she used some nearby weeds to tie them together and make a strap to go over her arm. She did this while she walked, slinging the shell over her shoulder when she finished and continuing on her journey.
It took quite a bit of time to reach the base of the mountain. She had busied her mind with ideas for inventions on the way, knowing that if she didn't, she'd be worrying about her friend. She looked up at the mountain now, amazed and frightened by how tall it was. She took a deep breath and said, "This is for Eben," to herself before starting to head up the mountain. As she drew further up the mountain, it got colder and she began to notice snow around her. How anything could grow in such a place, she wasn't sure, but she knew it had to be up here somewhere.
Soon, her mind began to wander, thinking about stories that she had heard about the mountains. There were so many dangerous things and she hadn't even thought twice about going on this journey. She could easily be eaten by a mountain lion or any number of large animals. Speaking of which...
Her ear twitched as she heard the flap of wings behind her. Without turning to see what it was, she began to run, as fast as she could, her heart racing in the process. She tried to think of what to do, but the only thought that came to mind was that she was going to die. She was going to be caught by a hawk or eagle or some other large bird and be fed to it's children. She then noticed the tapping of the walnut shell against her side and quickly formed an idea.
Stopping in her tracks and turning in an instant, she threw the walnut shell by the strap that she had made for it and watched as it hit her pursuer on the side of it's head. She smiled as she watched the songbird falter and crash into the snow. Wait, songbird? She stared at it for a moment before approaching it cautiously. It was, in fact, a songbird, but why was it following her? She poked it and said, "Hey, you alright?" She backed away when it's wings began to flap and it pushed itself back onto it's feet.
"I'm fine," it said grumpily, glaring at her for a moment before pouting. "Why aren't you afraid of me? I'm a raptor. You should fear me," it whined.
She couldn't help but laugh as she said, "No, you're definitely a songbird."
"No, I'm a raptor! I just haven't grown to full size, yet," it explained, though it was obviously delusional. "The other raptors don't believe me either. They said that I couldn't be a raptor unless I caught a mouse."
"So that's why you were following me," Imogen said, understanding a bit better now. She then remembered why she had even gone to the mountain and said, "Oh, do you happen to know where I can find some thistles?"
"Of course. You just go that way and- Wait! I'm not supposed to be helping you. I'm a raptor! I'm supposed to be catching you!" the songbird said, before reaching out with his foot to grab her.
She quickly dodged the foot and said, "Hey! Woah! Wait, I have an idea!"
The bird stopped at hearing this and said, "What idea?" He looked at her cautiously, thinking she would try to run once he stopped.
"You can carry me past your friends to prove that you caught a mouse, but then you have to take me to the thistles," Imogen said, hoping that this plan would work. If it did, it was sure to cut down the time it would take for her to find them.
He stood there thinking for a moment before saying, "Do you think they'll believe me then?"
"They said all you had to do was catch a mouse, right?" Imogen said, avoiding the question, since she thought it was pretty unlikely that they'd actually think he was a raptor even after catching a mouse.
The songbird thought for a moment longer and then nodded saying, "Okay," taking her up in his talons and carrying her as he flew. She tried her best to act dead as he flew past a few raptors and the songbird boasted happily with an, "I told you so." She could feel her glasses falling down her nose, however, and was having the worst trouble keeping herself from pushing them back up. They were the only pair she had and she could barely see without them. Thankfully, before they could fall past the tip of her nose, the bird said, "That was great! You should've seen their faces!"
She quickly opened her eyes and pushed her glasses back onto her face before saying, "Yeah?" She could imagine that they looked pretty surprised and was glad it had worked, but the plan wasn't over yet. "So, where are the thistles?"
"Just a little further this way," the bird said as he continued to fly. Imogen watched the snow covered ground beneath her, knowing that it would've taken her a while to cover the distance on her own.
Once they reached the thistles, the bird hovered close to the ground and let Imogen down before landing. Imogen smiled as she gathered up a few of the thistles and put them in her bag. She had to rearrange some things to make room, but she had done what she set out to do. Now she just needed to get back. She turned to her new acquaintance and said, "Could you maybe take me to the edge of Woodhaven?"
"I thought the deal was to bring you here?" the bird said, sounding a little confused.
"It was, but I need to get back as soon as possible to help my friend and flying would be a lot faster," Imogen said, hoping that he would agree to. She could walk back if she absolutely had to, but if there was an easier way she'd rather take it.
After a moment of thought, he agreed saying, "Okay, fine." Imogen smiled and thanked him and soon they were up in the air again. A short while later (in comparison to how long it had taken her to get there), they were flying over the grassy area between the mountains and Woodhaven. Things were going so much better than she had imagined they would. Of course, just as she thought that it had to change. She could hear more wings flapping behind them and looked to see a few raptors approaching. The songbird also seemed to notice this and said, "Oh no, what do we do? I can't let them see me helping you."
She thought for a moment and then reached into her bag, grabbing the cloth she had packed. At home she had used it as a blanket, but now it would hopefully save her. Gathering two corners together in each paw, she said, "Drop me!"
"What?!" the bird asked, sounding as though he thought she were crazy. He probably did, but she didn't care.
"Just do it!" she said, "You can tell them I wiggled free or something." The next second, she was falling. She held the cloth above her head thinking, Please work. Please, please work, with her eyes shut tight. Soon, she heard a loud ruffling and she stopped falling, now seemingly floating instead. She opened her eyes and looked up at the cloth. The wind had caught in it and was keeping her up. No, instead of plummeting to the earth, she was slowly descending toward it. She couldn't help but laugh with joy that she was still alive. "Thank the great tree," she said as she reached the ground, but she didn't have time to enjoy that miracle as her life was soon being threatened again.
This time, it was the raptors. They apparently didn't like the idea of her getting away and planned on catching her themselves. The first one swooped down just as she landed and took the cloth from her paws. It surprised her for a moment, but she wasn't going to stand there and try to get them to give it back. Instead, she started running. She was so close to Woodhaven. If she could just reach one of the trees, she could use the tunnel system to get home if she had to. Her heart raced as another swooped down and tried to grab her, thankfully missing, but coming too close for comfort. As the third one tried, she dived under the root of a tree that led to the tunnels. She lay there for a moment, allowing her heart to calm down, catching her breath, and listening to the raptors argue for a moment.
Once they had left and she was relatively calm, she got up and made her way through the tunnels to Eben's home where she started a fire and prepared the broth, telling her friend of her adventure as she did. She had lost her blanket and met a very strange bird, but she was alive and well and Eben would be too.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 2:09 am
- Imogen Finds A New Friend -
Somewhere between trading for her new outfit and heading back to Woodhaven, Imogen had decided to try it on. When she did, her love for the article of clothing grew ten fold. It seemed to fit perfectly and was pretty comfortable, not to mention really cute, or so she thought. The fact that the skirt part of it was red didn't matter in the slightest. He loved her new clothing and would be wearing it very often, much like she had with her hat when she was younger.
Her outfit wasn't the point of this little story, though. In fact, she didn't pay much attention to it a little while later for she had found something much more interesting.
As she was making her way back to her home in Woodhaven, after trading the berries that she had for a piece of pie (she didn't often get to eat pie) and a few other trinkets that she thought would be helpful for inventions, she tripped over something, falling flat on her face. Imogen wasn't usually clumsy, though she didn't always watch where she was stepping. There were too many fun things to look at in the forest. She did turn around, after getting back up, to see what it was that she had tripped over, though. At first glance, she thought it was just a chesnut, but as she stepped closer, she noticed that it looked a bit different from a chesnut. For one, it had lines going around it, almost like cracks. It also had spots on it's sides. She picked it up out of curiosity, holding it up as she looked at it, thinking she had seen something like it before, but unable to pinpoint what it was.
She stared at it for a moment before tapping on the hard outer surface a few times. The thing in her hands pulled into a tighter ball and then started... shaking? Chesnuts didn't shake, nor any other nut for that matter. Rocks didn't either, and that had been her second guess. She stared at it quizzically until and idea came to mind that made her eyes widen. Was this thing... alive?
She had to test this theory. Kneeling down, she set the ball on the ground and began to dig through her bag. It seemed to stop shaking when she let go of it. A moment later, she found what she was looking for. She still had a few berries left over from trading and she set them in front of the ball saying, "Are you hungry?" She sat there, just staring at it for a few moments. She was about to give up when she saw it move again. This time, two little circles on it's outer shell slowly slid open to show a pair of green eyes.
She tried her best to conceal her excitement as she said, "Hi," a huge smile on her face. Picking up one of the berries, she repeated her earlier question, "Are you hungry?" It took a little while, but the little creature eventually uncurled and crawled toward the berries. Just as it was about to grab one, Imogen gasped and said, "I know what you are!" excitedly. This scared the poor thing and it quickly snapped back into a ball, making Imogen feel a little bad as she said, "Oh, no, sorry." She hadn't been able to help herself, though. She had realized what the little creature was. He was a roly poly.
Coercing him out of his ball took a while, but Imogen eventually did it and the dark brown bug happily munched on the berries as Imogen spoke to it, though she knew full well that it probably couldn't understand what she was saying. She said things like, "You're so cute," and "Can you believe I thought you were just a chesnut?" She also explained how she had always wanted a pet bug, but she'd never been able to keep one. She'd caught one before, an orange ladybug, but it had flown away the first change it got. Eventually she got around to talking about keeping this bug, which the timid little thing surprisingly didn't seem to object to, and started trying to come up with a name. It didn't take her too long to decide and she soon said, "Ches," happily. "You're name will be Ches."
And with that, she lifted the bug, who snapped into a ball upon feeling it's feet leave the ground, and placed it in her bag, just under the flap so that he could peek out if he ever had the courage to do so.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:25 pm
 - Roland - Name: Roland
Nickname: Rolly [pronounced RAH-lee]
Gender: Male
Species: Scarlet Tanager [Songbird]
Age: Child
Clan: Hallowmarl
Nature: Self-Confident
Family: Father - Rodney
Family: Mother - Liah
Friends: Tabitha - played by fenshae
Friends: Trix - played by Fall of Reason
Friends: Rhys - played by Fall of Reason
Acquaintances: orphans
Enemies: none
Personality: Roland believes that he is capable of quite a bit more than what some might expect of a young bird, but he knows his limits. He isn't the type to boast or brag about what he can do, but he will state it if questioned or challenged. His pride might be hurt if he's proven wrong about his abilities, but, after a moment or two of stubbornness, he'll most likely ask for help when he needs it.
History: "Little orange and red birds do not blend in well in the desert. Little orange and red birds would fit in better in the forest... or in the swamps... or with the treebeasts... that's what the older female tanager told herself when she realized that she was too old and tired to care for her one remaining egg... She had to tell herself this when the other two eggs had never hatched."
Roland didn't really remember his mother much, so being at the orphanage hadn't been too bad to him. He had assumed that he was there because he had no one else. Then he found out from Zephra that his mother had brought him there because she couldn't care for him and because he would be safer somewhere else, because he didn't 'blend in well' in the desert. Wanting to know the only family he had and feeling he could take care of himself, he left the orphanage and is now trying to find his mother, though he knows practically nothing about her.
Stats: Body - 4
Stats: Mind - 5
Stats: Soul - 5
Stats: HP - 8
Stats: MP - 10
Stats: SP - 10
Stats: Base Attack - 2
Stats: Base Magic - 2
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:12 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 9:05 pm
- Roland's Search For Family Begins -
Which one?: Scarlet Tanager
Child's Gender?: Male
Child's Name?: Roland
Gaia Name: keti-bug
If your preexisting character is adopting this child, then which one?: none
If not then your child will be a runaway and will need a clan... which one?: Hallowmarl
Prompt
Roland thought himself to be a rather capable little bird. He was able to read, having offered to do an older and smarter orphan's chores in exchange for the other to teach him. There were very few books at Zephra's, but he had learned to read them, all the same. He was able to fly, enough to do basic things like reach high up spots or cross something he might not be able to by foot, because of the same agreement but in exchange for flying lessons and he had to convince Zephra, since it would take time out of their day. Thankfully, he was also able to do his chores rather quickly, so he had the extra time to better himself.
At first, he had wanted to do so so that he would have a higher chance of being adopted, but he slowly began worrying less and less about whether or not a nice adult would take him in until one day he didn't care at all; the day he learned he wasn't an orphan.
Well, he was in the sense that he didn't have anyone to take care of him, but technically his parents were alive. Well, at least his mother. Zephra didn't really mention his father, so for all he knew he could be dead, but his mother was still alive.
He had assumed that he was like many of the others at Zephras, that his parents were dead. A few of the others had small memories of their families and, after hearing about theirs, he was curious about his own. It took him a little while to get Zephra to actually tell him anything; she kept saying that she was busy and that adoptive parents wouldn't want him if he asked so many questions, but she eventually gave in.
What she told him didn't make sense, though. She had said that his mother brought him to the orphanage because she couldn't take care of him and because he didn't 'blend in well' with the desert. She said that his mother thought he would be safer somewhere else.
He was a little orange and red bird. He most likely wasn't going to 'blend in well' anywhere. He had never actually seen the desert, but he'd heard a little about it. Hallowmarl, well known as the home for ruthless bandits, was where he had been born; where his mother lived.
That was exactly where he would go.
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Over the next few days, he planned out his escape from the orphanage, knowing the general direction of Hallowmarl, but no idea how long it would take. Was it like going to the market, or perhaps Zephra's long trips to bring in orphans? Roland tried to remember where she had gone the last time she had left and how long she had been gone.
He couldn't remember.
He thought about taking his blanket to use if he had to stop to sleep somewhere, but that wouldn't be fair to the ones that he shared a bed with. He would just have to live off of the land. He'd read a little about different types of berries and he thought he could probably figure things out when he needed to. He was a smart bird, after all.
He could do this.
- - - -
"I can't do this," he breathed out, stopping to catch his breath. Hallowmarl, the desert where his mother lived, was unbearably hot. Of course, it didn't help that it was mid day. He had left Zephras in the early morning with high hopes, but now he was exhausted and extremely thirsty and there was nothing but sand and the occasional spiky plant, that he had learned the hard way not to touch, for as far as the eye could see. Well, that and the mountains in the distance, but that didn't help him, either.
Though his pride often kept him from asking for help, it disappeared when he was desperate. And he was definitely desperate, but there was no one around. How could his mother live somewhere that was so completely void of life? Maybe she had been right about him not being safe in Hallowmarl. Maybe it would be smart to turn back, apologize for leaving, and take the verbal lashings and extra chores that came with it. Maybe he could find a nice family that lived in a cooler and livelier place.
He told himself all of these things, trying to convince himself to turn back, but even if he did it would be another long walk through the hot desert. All he wanted was some water and an escape from the heat. Though, with each step he took, sleep sounded just as good. A nice long nap and then he could head back to the orphanage well rested, right?
Before the logical part of his mind could debate the issue, he fell forward into the sand, passing out from heat exhaustion.
Maybe he shouldn't have left.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 3:12 am
 - Leslie - Name: Leslie [pronounced LESS-lee]
Gender: Male
Species: Anole [Lizard]
Age: Adult
Clan: Breezemoor
Nature: Apprehensive
Family: Father - ...
Family: Mother - ...
Friends: none
Acquaintances: none
Enemies: none
Personality: Leslie is rather cautious and easily frightened. He has lost the end of his tail more than once just from fear. A part of him wishes he could be more courageous and more like his father, but most of him just wants to be safe. He's a bit worried about getting close to people since he doesn't think that he can protect them, so he might be a little stand offish at first. He'll probably be more likely to become friends with someone who can obviously protect him or herself... as long as they aren't too scary.
History: As a young lizard, Leslie always tried to be strong and courageous like his father. He wanted to be able to protect his future family just as well as his father protected him and his mother. Sadly, he wasn't very courageous. He was actually pretty afraid of practically everything. Once, when he was little and didn't yet understand much, he saw his reflection in some water. He followed what his father had told him to do, stretching out his dewlap to intimidate the other lizard, but just as he did it the 'other' did the same. Seeing that frightened him into running to his parents. He's still not very fond of water.
Though his father had been a fairly good protector when it came to other lizards, he had been no match for a raptor. He had still tried to be, though. He was a bit stubborn. After his father's death, he didn't want to be a protector as much and learned more about blending in to his surroundings from his mother. They lived peacefully until she died of sickness. He was too afraid to make the trip to Mossflower alone at the time and is unsure whether he could have found medicine for her or not. He blames himself for her death and is trying to become more used to leaving his home in order to keep anything similar from happening again.
Stats: Body - 6
Stats: Mind - 7
Stats: Soul - 5
Stats: HP - 12
Stats: MP - 14
Stats: SP - 10
Stats: Base Attack - 3
Stats: Base Magic - 3
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 7:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 8:30 pm
- Leslie's Miracle Escape -
Person getting the lizard:: keti-bug
Lizard Name:: Leslie
Lizard Written Here:: Anole
Do you Jump?::
"Oh, Tree! This is bad. This is very very bad," the lizard said to himself as he gripped tightly to the rock that he landed on. He was sore, but he would heal... if he wasn't eaten first.
He mentally scolded himself for letting this happen. He should have stayed closer to his home. He shouldn't have wandered and he should have paid more attention. The only safe place for him was in his home, but staying inside meant missing the bright warm sun. He had been basking in it when an eagle swooped down and picked him up, hoping that he would make a nice meal.
By some miracle, he had wiggled out of the predator's grasp, but now he was stuck in a high up place and the only way down was extremely slippery. He was decent at climbing, being a lizard and all, but he didn't do it often. That didn't really matter, though. Even the best climber wouldn't be able to get down the slippery surface safely.
He would have to jump.
The thought frightened him almost even more than the large bird that still loomed over head and he whimpered slightly as he peeked down at the ground that was so very far away. He usually stayed close to the ground since, along with many other fears, he had a fear of heights. He hated heights, or rather being up high. He had no problem with the actual heights if he wasn't there, looking down from them while an eagle flew above him preparing to swoop down and pick him back up. He highly doubted he'd have another chance at a miracle escape.
Gathering all the courage he could find, and it really wasn't much, he forced himself to get closer to the edge. "I... I can d-do this," he told himself, still clinging tightly to the rock, "I-I can-" Interrupted and startled by a screech from the eagle above, he lost his grip, slipped off of the rock, and fell down toward the ground that he missed so much, though he wasn't sure he wanted to become reacquainted at such a high speed.
He doubted he would get another miracle. One was more than many critters got, but he needed another. He hoped with all of his might, his mind full of panic as he helplessly fell, his eyes shut tight. And then he got one. It was a painful miracle, but a miracle none the less.
A bush came between him and the ground, breaking his fall... about five times. He fell from one leafy branch to another before finally hitting the ground. He was much more than sore, but he was safe now... he hoped.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:06 am
 - Gretchen - Name: Gretchen
Nickname: Greta
Gender: Female
Species: Armadillo
Age: Adult
Clan: Mossflower
Nature: Stubborn
Family: Father - ...
Family: Mother - ...
Family: Brother - ...
Friends: none
Acquaintances: none
Enemies: none
Personality: Gretchen is usually fairly nice, but she likes to have things her way and is easily annoyed if they don't. She's different around bugs, though. Well, kind of. She'll still get annoyed if she can't catch one, but she's more patient with them and more willing to stick with it than with other critters, which she might just walk away from if they bother her too much. She tries to be like her teacher had been, calm and collected, and she can when things are going well, but when things get messed up, she can't help but get angry. If she has to deal with things that aren't going her way, she'll most likely complain quietly as she does it, but she will do it.
History: Her father owned a bug farm. Everyone helped raise the bugs and, when they were big enough, they either used them for food or traded them for other things they needed. She never had a problem with eating bugs until she became attached to one of them. One of the roly polies had been especially difficult, refusing to do anything that she said. At first she hated it, but then her father said that it reminded him of her, stubborn. She didn't like being compared to the annoying bug at first, but the small creature eventually grew on her. When it was old enough and it, therefore, became time for the bug to be eaten or sold, Greta refused to let it happen. It took some effort, but she convinced her parents to let her keep just that one as a pet, telling them that she would work extra hard to make up for it. The two became the best of friends and she named her small friend Scutes, after the armor-like plates on an armadillo's back that she thought her pet roly poly shared. She still eats bugs because she tried to go on berries instead and just didn't feel good. She wasn't getting the right nutrition, so she went back to eating bugs, but she doesn't eat roly polies.
Her father passed when she was still young. Her brother took over the farm and she helped at first, but she was afraid that she might end up like her father, always staying in that same place and never seeing anything beyond that point. Then one day they got more bugs in from a bug catcher that they relied on for new bugs. She somehow convinced her mother, brother, and the bug catcher to let her become the bug catcher's apprentice. Of course, she took Scutes along too. They traveled everywhere, seeing, but not always catching, extremely rare bugs and the bug catcher taught her his tricks. She started with an old net that he gave her and eventually got better items from her earnings and caught more and more bugs until the bug catcher decided that she was ready to take over for him. What he didn't tell her was that he'd been poisoned by one of the bugs he had tried to catch. He died the next day. She continues on his work both in honor of him and her father, trying her best to be just as good as both of them at catching and caring for bugs.
Stats: Body - 9
Stats: Mind - 4
Stats: Soul - 5
Stats: HP - 18
Stats: MP - 8
Stats: SP - 10
Stats: Base Attack - 4
Stats: Base Magic - 2
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 10:16 pm
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- Gretchen's Logs - RP Log -
Battle Log -
Art Log -
[ o ] by Keppit
[ x ] by me
Personal Inventory -
Item: Hat
Obtained from: her parents when she was very young.
Note: She added the patches as she grew older so that it would still fit.
Item: Outfit
Obtained from: her mother before she left to be the bug catcher's apprentice.
Item: Net
Obtained from: the market with her own earnings once she got a little better at catching bugs.
Item: Cage
Obtained from: the market with her own earnings when she started to get more serious about catching bugs.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 8:31 pm
-Milligan's Drink Till You Drop- There is a sign nailed to a tree that says "The Wooden Stage Bar".
I doubt that Bale will be too happy about that.
You've decided to come to Milligan's annual Green Day Drink Down... you know why too, you want to win that epic bottle of Milligans Green Day Super Ale that you've all come to know and love. Maybe you want it so that you can drink it... maybe you want it so that you can trade it... who knows... all you know is that you really really really really want to win it.
Milligan the hedgehog at the bar (which is made up of stacked crates) walks around all the makeshift tables that you are all sitting at. The whole place is open air, set up in the middle of the woods, and you can feel the cool breezes of spring running across your fur (scales?). Before you know it, Milligan himself comes around and places small shot glasses full of noxious green liquid in front of all of you. Some of the glasses are wood and tall, some are ceramic and round, some are strange bubbly glasses that are short and fat... really though, even with all that variation in shape and colour, it's the green liquid that catches your attention.
This...
This green goop is not the Super Ale you're trying to win. No, this is fondly referred to by all StoneCrestians as "Pure Leaf"... and it'll punch you in the face, loosen your teeth, and leave you feeling like you've been chewed up and spit out by a Wild boar with gingivitis... but *wheezegaspdie* it's GOOD STUFF!
You stare at it for a second... and before you get a chance to think about it, Milligan reaches up and rings a bronze bell as big as your head. "ROUND'S UP! DRINK TILL YOU DROP" he calls out in his husky voice. You know how this works.[ Round One ] It could have been worse, bring on round two... [ roll - 9 ]
Imogen had heard people talking about 'rounds' and 'winners' as she walked around Mossflower and couldn't help but investigate further. She soon found herself sitting at a bar entering herself into a drinking contest. She was less in it for what she could win as she was just to see if she could win. In her mind this was an experiment to test how her body would react to this substance. She watched as a glass was set in front of her, picking it up and drinking it down once the hedgehog said that round one had begun. It tasted bad and burned a bit, but it wasn't exceedingly horrible... at least not yet.It could have been worse, bring on round two... [ roll - 15 ]
Leslie had somehow convinced himself to take the journey to Mossflower if only to become less fearful of being anywhere that isn't home. He was actually starting to feel rather comfortable, knowing that no one would try to attack him there, and had found his way to a drinking contest. His first thought was to turn and walk away, but the part of him that wanted to be brave made him walk forward. Before he knew it, he was sitting at the bar, regretting his decision as he stared at the green liquid in front of him. He flinched when he heard the bell, hesitated for a moment, and then drank it down. Uhg, it was bad, but he had heard that the winner got a bottle of a better ale, something that was supposed to taste good as well as take off the edge. He was curious whether or not this drink could help him be less afraid of everything and more brave and that curiosity kept him in his seat.[ Round Two ] It goes down HARSH! You're starting to feel... woozy... [ roll - 6 ]
Oh, TREE, Imogen thought after drinking the second glass of the green liquid. This one had been much harsher than the previous and she was now coughing. She might have thought that they were two completely different drinks if it wasn't for the fact that they shared the same disgusting taste. A moment later, things seemed significantly more fuzzy than they had been before. The alcohol was taking effect... and fast.You pass out. Game over. [ roll - 1 ] Cork #2
Leslie looked at the drink with a slight grimace on his face as he waited for the next round. He flinched again at the bell, but not as badly, before picking up the glass and drinking it. He suddenly felt woozy, staying awake long enough to mumble, "Uhg," and then passing out and falling out of his seat. Well, you couldn't say it didn't take the edge off.[ Round Three ] This... that.... I can't.... Yeah... Hey, you're hot suddenly! Wanna... ??? [ roll - 17 ]
Imogen picked up the next glass when it was set in front of her, not even waiting for the bell before swinging it back. As the added alcohol began to effect her, everything seemed to spin around her. That was until it slowed to a stop making her focus on what it had stopped on, the critter sitting beside her. She hadn't noticed them before and in her current state she couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, but she also didn't care. She somehow found them oddly attractive and, though she had never been the flirting type, she began to. "You... are the prettiest, most handsome... You wanna go somewhere?" she said, slurring her words a bit and changing what she was saying mid sentence. She was definitely drunk.[ Round Four ] *Hic* hey there... *hic* perrty lady birdie boyo me pal. [ roll - 15 ]
Imogen did the same with the fourth glass, but this time it caused to to hiccup, which caused her to giggle, which caused her to hiccup more. After a small fit of hiccups and giggling, she leaned on the critter that she had been flirting with and put her arm around them as she said, "You and -hic- me could be -hic- amaaazing together, if you -hic- know what I mean." She then smiled really big at the critter before watching them pass out and fall away from her and out of their seat. She frowned at that, but her frown disappeared when the next drink showed up.[ Round Five ]
You pass out. Game over. [ roll - 9 ] Cork #5
"Thank yoooou, -hic- sir," Imogen said to Milligan as she took the fifth glass that had been set in front of her and drank it down. The moment she set the glass back on the bar, everything became blurry and faded until she passed out and fell out of her chair like so many others had.The critter mentioned in these posts does not refer to anyone, but instead is just a random non player critter.
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