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Nicolai Vorona Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:10 pm
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:15 pm
index:
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rules
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caretaker
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Nicolai Vorona Vice Captain
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Nicolai Vorona Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:17 pm
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* Please no posty. Only shop owners and mules please.
* I must ask that you not plagiarize this concept or character nor accuse me of doing so on my own; I confess this character is sort of a literal "dream manifestation" for me, and as thus is fairly sensitive to the concept presented.
* However I love RP. I'm sorry if I flake though. Just bug me if I seem to have forgotten after a day.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:20 pm
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Nicolai Vorona Vice Captain
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Nicolai Vorona Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:21 pm
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This one seeped out of the dreamspace, a somber and cold thing, with a silence impregnably shrouding it. Dainty and androgynous, this manifestation makes one wonder where the sorts of energies for this form came from, but yet perhaps not at all.
The eyes ease open halfway, and as the black spheres there are revealed with their rim of solar corona, floods of noise, chatter, memory that isn’t yours fill your mind. Knowledge and wisdom of all sorts and all colors.
Some beautiful. Some mundane.
Some terrifying.
The eyes are blind, they see nothing for now.
As a hatchling, he’s merely unnerving. A preteen, extremely genderless and all but skeletal, sulkish and quiet, responding to very little. He speaks in whispers and riddles. He is blind and his other senses are modest, he has not gained any heightening anywhere by the loss of one sense, it seems.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:23 pm
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Many of the manifests have guardians or caretakers, but perhaps due to his unsettling appearance or even just hesitance to assign him one, Zera doesn't have one specifically. He's old enough to have been given a roommate, at least, and is living with Tuala, who is helping him learn to deal with his blindness and teaching him how to do things and get places.
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Nicolai Vorona Vice Captain
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Nicolai Vorona Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:25 pm
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*Living with Tuala, who is helping him out for now, teaching him how to cope with his blindness and making sure he doesn't walk off a cliff or anything.
*Has met Eidel... more on that soon~
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:26 pm
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Nicolai Vorona Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 5:27 pm
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 7:12 pm
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Nicolai Vorona Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:08 pm
Prompt Response
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Dgcakes Your prompt, should you choose to accept it: Quote: Zera's powers are finally starting to properly awaken. Sure there was that weird language, but understanding it was hard! Now Zera is starting to remember or realize what those words mean!
Dead silence, alone in the bedroom, Zera was listening to the screaming roar of presence around him that he was becoming aware of even when no one spoke, even when nothing seemed to move. There were whispers in the silence, more than just the air existing or shifting, more than the echo of his own breath against distant walls in the room. Words forming, unintelligibly, as always.
They were there to confound him before. To muddle up his mind, make him doubt himself, to blot out his reality and leave him fully veiled in darkness. He didn't understand and he couldn't hear clearly. Background noise.
But a word or two had stuck. Dafhidi. Ibhedla. Pomegranate, precious. Meanings. Meanings to the nonsense. They were accidents, he'd said them aloud, their sound rooting them to memory.
One spoken by another's lips stuck more firmly; ibhedla, precious and bright. The whispers were eager to give that word to her, so much that it escaped him as he explored her face, felt her smile beneath his fingertips. Helpless to stop it, she'd heard, she'd repeated, etching the sound to his memory along with the feeling that had brought it to life.
Precious and bright. These words had meaning. They all did, didn't they?
His hands ran along his ankles as he sat upon his bed, knees curled half beneath him, one leg out to the side. Fingertips felt out the knobby jutting of bone where his ankle was thickest. Still, there they were.
Whispers. Why?
Ordh.
He spoke it aloud. "Ordh."
That which he was sensing. Hard, strong. Bone.
Whispers in flurry. Shigi aur fadhna. Ves. Aset ves inhisuga.
Eyelids fell as if to hush the whispers. No, too much. It was too much. What did all this mean? Stop, stop. Wait. Say the same thing again.
Voices never listened before. But now, as he retraced his steps, his thoughts, his actions, he found them repeating and so did he.
" Shigi aur fadhna. Ves, aset ves inhisuga."
Legs upon the bed. Presence, to this presence alone.
Silence overcame again and he canted his head slowly, tilting with gravity, just the faintest bit.
"I'm alone in this room, and I'm on my bed."
More whispers, quiet. In calm succession.
"The walls are violet. The ceiling is spackled. The carpet is tan, the sun is... shining through the window and... onto the floor..."
Telling him about his room? Things he could neither see nor understand, but he now knew, for what the whispers spoke? He shifted forward, dangled his feet over the side of the bed.
~Nearly touching the carpet. Just a bit further.~
Feet halted, slowly, slowly lowered. The carpet met them.
Was it someone else speaking to him? Whoever it was, be it his own mind or someone else, they were guiding him, showing him his surroundings in quiet ways. How far away the walls were. Where the dresser was. Things he knew from experience, but were painted in vivid fashion. Like echoes from everywhere even in stark silence.
Some far away, some close. All telling what was where, how far, how big, what color, what temperature. Knowledge of everything he'd never known yet.
Something to replace sight? The hopefulness of it, the wonder, he was stricken. He remained in place, frightful it would fade away, crumpling fibers of carpet between clenching and curling toes. The tan carpet. The open door a distance away. Tuala's bed not far from his. Dust. Dust? Tuala's wings?
He gently laid himself over, pressed his face into the blankets. Tears pricked at the unseeing eyes. He was so afraid, so glad but so afraid. What was happening? Why was everything just so much at once? Would he be alright? Was he going to lose his mind with all these whispers?
He'd simply... have to wait for now, and hope he could keep them quiet enough.Point Tallies
* Prompted Writing - 3 points
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:21 pm
Zera meets with Eidel.
She's certainly bright and energetic, but Zera likes her... she knows how to handle the fact that he can't see, and knows how to help him "see" her how he does best. But she caught him saying a word... a word he didn't understand. What did it mean?
Point Tallies
*New Person RP - 7 points
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Nicolai Vorona Vice Captain
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Nicolai Vorona Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 11:44 pm
Zera reports back to Tuala.
Zera tells Tuala about his change and meeting Eidel, and they propose a playdate and shopping... fun in store biggrin Point Tallies
*Regular Roleplay - 5 Points
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