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 Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 3:36 pm
Text Color: Green
Race: Poe/Willo' Wisp
Height: 3'
Weapon:
Personality:
Tonberry started as a reclusive creature, lost and alone. Having joined Pinkin and Soti, however, he has opened up somewhat and will give his opinion, however limited it may be, if asked. His clumsiness is a point of embarrassment and will be direly humiliated if he is ridiculed for it. He is not lacking in intelligence, but the one-mindedness he portrays makes it appear so. He speaks very haltingly, and occasionally runs out of breath.
History: (unabridged)
Borne from the ashes of a serial killer, his first jaunt about the graveyard, his birthplace, revealed an extreme clumsiness about the length of his robe. After coming upon his spawn's blade, and former weapon of choice, he also discovered an insatiable desire to stab things, or rather, "doink" them. He later left the graveyard in pursuit of moving game, only to discover his slow gait, due to his robe, effectively prevented him from doinking anything but trees.
It was during one such tree-doinking that Pinkin, and subsequently Soti joined came upon him. After learning that doinking without permission was not entirely polite behavior, Tonberry accepted their semi-permanent company and stayed with them. He occasionally goes off on his own to chase game, though has been universally unsuccessful thus far.Tonberry's InteractionsOf Woe ~ Hiatus Meeting of Iron ~ Concluded Epic Battle with Cuire ~ Concluded, FIRST DOINK EVAR Tonberry's HistoryThe lonely mother of a murderer came to a forested graveyard to spread her son's ashes between the graves of his victims. Ridiculed and taunted for her son's crimes, she hoped a metaphysical retribution for his life of pain would bring her some measure of peace. She left a knife, his sole murder weapon, in his urn at the headstone of his last victim. Leaving the graveyard with a lighter heart, she hoped her son's spirit would repent for his crimes in the afterlife, even after death had allowed an escape from his punishments on the earthen world.
The first breath was a cough. Dirty and gritty air filled tiny lungs for the first time. The moon hid behind a cloud, turning it's eye from the form pulling itself together in the graveyard below. Darkness was the first thing it saw and it created light to see. Holding its light up from the dewy grass, the small creature stood. A tremble shook its frame, shaking off the last of the ash. A robe, a rough-hewn executioner's robe, hung from its small frame and a long feathery tail curled through the grass. Holding its light high, it boldly lifted one foot forward...and stepped on its robe and tumbled to the ground. An ungainly squeak pierced the silent air as a small green chin hit fresh grave soil. The light, captured in a lantern bigger than its own head, nearly flew out of hand as it knocked against something. Wood against ceramic, and a muffled thunk as an ornate urn hit the ground, barely an inch from the small, green face. Yellow eyes cast a glow reflected in something that had fallen partially out of the urn. Gently sliding feet beneath itself, it stood, plucking the piece of metal from the grass. Holding it's lantern high, small fingers wriggled against the cool metal. It felt right now, it felt complete. The moon slid out from behind the clouds to look down on the creature that stood almost camouflaged against the grass. Tonberry. The creature wasn't sure why, but the name felt right. As though something not even of this world had decided it for him...
Steps taken next felt better, feet shuffling underneath the ungainly robe. Leaves, crunchy and dead, fluttered by and Tonberry tried to follow quickly. A few hurried steps and he was on his face again, kicking his feet out of tangled robes and settling himself upright. Snorting indignantly, he bunched the front of his robes and made off with a shuffling waddle that he knew looked as ridiculous as it felt. Dropping the cloth, he continued to shuffle slowly. Lantern swinging, he passed a stuffed animal, at the base of a fresh headstone. Tonberry stared at it for a moment, and knew something important was about to happen.
...*doink*
The knife popped through the thin material easily and a shudder of joy slipped through his small body. He removed the knife slowly, nudging the stuffed creature off the blade with the lantern.
...*doink* ...*doink doink*
It felt right. It felt good. Removing blade for a last time, he looked around and started off toward the forest. It would be difficult, he acknowledged with a tug of his robe, but he'd love to doink something that moved.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 3:37 pm
Meeting of Soti, Pinkin, and Tonberry
The forest was calm, early autumn just starting to creep into the leaves and set tiny fires of red and auburn among the green. The fields just beyond the forest, barely visible through the scattered tree trunks, were just beginning to turn into the golden haze of the grasses' winter hibernation. Cicadas hummed in the trees above, sounding their own warning of the end of a fruitful summer.
"Would you stupid bugs shut up already?" Soti banged a stick against the base of her tree. The humming changed timbre, a slightly higher note of defiance.
A pink ball of light circled Soti and settled between the stick and the tree. "Now stop that, they aren't hurting anyone." Pinkin's voice was high and fast, typical of a fairy, especially one slightly out of patience.
"Do they have to be so loud?" Soti tossed the stick down in irritation. "I'm going to find some lunch." Stepping out of the cradle of dying roots that was their current home, Soti looked around. One squirrel was digging a hole not too far away. Birds sang. Stupid bugs hummed. No one around.
"Good! I'll come with you!"
Soti sighed, but didn't bother to argue. There was no arguing with fairies, they always got their way. Keeping close to the trees and out of sight of the forest edge, she walked.
Pinkin followed along behind, not particularly caring where Soti found food. She was better at it, and Pinkin always found something to nibble on when they were out and about. She found more comfort in the fact that Soti had up and left on her own, something that seemed to happen more often when the cicadas irritated her. It was lucky she didn't know the cicadas liked Pinkin more than Soti, or she might even guess that they sang around their tree because Pinkin asked them too.
The sun was sinking quickly, a sign of the dying summer. Dusk was not far away and Soti had stopped walking periodically to sit and eat when they found a tree big enough to hide under. Or at least for Soti to hide, Pinkin refused to, and danced around the roots to irritate her. Standing up from such a stop, Soti looked up through the trees at the sun setting fire to the clouds. Getting her bearings, she looked around before setting back towards their home. No sense in being out too late, it was hard to keep a look out at night and Pinkin did absolutely nothing to help with staying hidden.
Soti stopped suddenly and pressed against a tree, face frozen. Pinkin danced over her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"You don't hear that?" Both stilled and a rhythmic thumping echoed from the forest ahead. "That's not natural, there's someone out there..." Soti hissed and sunk behind the tree away from the noise. In the admittedly short time they'd been in the forest, she'd been lucky enough to not run into any other sentient creatures, especially no other kokiri. But something was out there now and it might very well be-
"Oh don't be silly, I'll go check it out." Pinkin laughed Soti's fear off easily and sped ahead, hardly concealing her anticipation. Almost a year in the forest alone with only herself and the cicadas to talk to, Pinkin hoped some benign creature had indeed wandered into the forest so Soti could remember what it was like to have more than exactly one friend in the world. If it wasn't so benign, well, fairies weren't easy to catch and there was no way she'd let them have her Soti.
Soti gripped the tree nervously and watched the receding trail of pink. Pinkin wouldn't betray her, would she? She was just going to check it out, right? Soti made Pinkin promise after they stopped running that she wouldn't make her go back; Pinkin would remember, right? But what if they weren't after Soti at all, what if they were fairy-hunters, what if they captured Pinkin? The thought grew in her mind and her lip trembled. Pinkin was her one true friend, she didn't know what she would do if Pinkin were gone. The thumping stopped. In nervous, halted steps, Soti took off in its direction.
Immediately after finding the source of the thumping, Pinkin reflected how absurd it was. There were no graveyards in the forest, no shrines, it wasn't even night yet! Yet here was a poe, in their forest, for some reason, methodically stabbing the trunk of a tree. After a few moments, it paused and looked around along the forest floor. Hiding in a tree branch, she watched as the creature sigh and return to its task at the tree. Unsure what to think, Pinkin came out from behind the branch and floated next to the poe's tree.
"Ahem...what might you be doing?"
The poe looked up at Pinkin with luminescent yellow eyes and held up it's lantern to her. It looked....sad, like it was almost read to cry. It looked at her, then at the hole in the tree, then at its own knife. Lowering the lantern a bit, it raised the knife. Unsure of what to do, Pinkin floated back out of reach. The poe took one slow step...and tumbled forward on the edge of his robe. Pity welled up in the fairy and she descended to his shoulder. He slid up to his knees slowly and looked down at the knife and lantern splayed on the ground.
Pinkin patted a tiny hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I'd really rather you not do that anyway. What's your name?"
The poe looked at her sideways and blinked. After a moment, "Ton...berry."
"Tonberry? What a nice name. My name's Pinkin. You shouldn't do that to people, it's not nice."
"But I...want to...doink...something. But I'm...not...fast." He hung his head and reached down to pick up the lantern and knife.
"Um, well, you still shouldn't...doink people, it's just not very nice."
Not too far away, Soti saw Pinkin's aura reflecting off the trees in the near-dark, and slowed, peering around the underbrush. No hunters, no other kokiri, nothing...no, there was a poe there. Soti's face twisted in confusion. What was a poe doing in the forest? Apparently making a poor attempt at cutting down a small tree. Looking around, she didn't see any further movement in the quickening dark. Pinkin was safe, and it appeared Soti's home was too. Why would a wood-chopper poe want to drag her away from her home? Rotting trees made terrible firewood.
Pinkin was somewhat at a loss for words as Tonberry stood. He seemed so...depressed. Suddenly, a pair of relatively large feet stepped through the bushes.
"Soti?" Soti? Here? She came? Thoughts connected and she bounced happily in the air. "This is Tonberry, Soti. He was making the noise."
Tonberry shuffled slowly to face Soti, his feathery tail dragging a few dead leaves as his drug around behind him. He looked up until his hood fell from his head, revealing his large poe ears. Soti and Tonberry locked eyes and Tonberry tentatively raised the knife and gave it a small nudge in Soti's direction. "Can I...doink you?"
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