Username: Thalea Name of Filly: Xochitl Cuahtla Meaning: Forest Flower in Nahuatl. Nickname: Xo About: Xo is a quiet mare, who would rather listen to those around her speak than to start up her own conversation. She is not shy; she would rather listen to the world around her than to interrupt the rhythm with the sound of her voice. Her family means the world to her and she will do anything in her power to protect them; they are the ones who give her strength and the courage to fulfill her dreams. Loyalty runs strong in her veins, this can cause problems for she believes that those she cares about would tell her the truth, she is very gullible and believes what others tell her. As she gets older she grows out of the gullible stage, but is still way and sometimes can be lead astray with words.
The woods are her domain, a place where she is the guardian and protector. When someone disrupts the synchronicity of the forest, she is no longer the quiet mare but a fierce force to be reckoned with. She treats each of the animals with care and even guides them should they require assistance (Example: teaching a nest of motherless baby birds how to fly, leading a hungry squirrel to a pile of nuts, etc.). As she gets older she will be known as a compassionate soquili who will listen to problems and give advice if advice is desired. Usually others just appreciate having an attentive ear.
She is a hopeless romantic, she loves hearing stories with happy endings where both the soquili live happily ever after. Because she wishes for a great love, she flirts with soquili trying to find The One. Xo desires a happily ever after, but will not sacrifice another’s happiness to achieve her own.
The world is a strange and exciting place, especially the woods with all the life living beneath the canopy of leaves. Xo could spend days exploring the woodlands, going on tiny adventures and seeing new parts of her domain. As she travels she takes care of the trees and the creatures she meets by clearing debris away from nests, removing hazards from the path, treating the trees that have sickness and so many other things to make the sounds of the forest synchronize with the rhythm of the world.
To hide her uneasiness of a situation, she tends to give sarcastic replies. She believes good luck comes when one is good to those around them, so she tries to be kind to all she meets, unless they are disturbing her forest, and then she is not so nice. When excited she stomps her legs in a rapid tap, sometimes even creating a rhythm. Xo day dreams a lot, and when she does she stares fixedly at nothing and her eyes get a faraway look.
Plots:
Foal:
Family Matters: Xo will learn the importance of family and how having a large family is a blessing not a curse. – will include all the family members that wish to have rp and interact with the tiny curious foal.
Flying Above the Trees:She has wings upon her back and it is time she learns how to use them. How does she do with her first flying lesson?
The Forester Life: One day little Xo will come across a soquili who is hurting the forest. Breaking branches, disrupting the roots, and disturbing the creatures who call the trees home. She will confront them and discover she has a passion for taking care of the nature around her.
Protector of the Small: As she continues to keep the forest safe, sometimes encounters trouble with larger animals preying on the small. What does she do in those situations?
False Truths: Xo is a gullible filly, she wishes to see the best in people and this causes her some problems. Due to believing lies, she gets lost some place unfamiliar and encounters not so nice soquili. What will happen? Will someone rescue her or does she get out of it on her own?
Woodland Adventure: Her mother is adventurous mare and Xo wishes to be the same. But she cannot get up the nerve to leave her forest. Does she finally leave or does she stay?
Adult:
Guiding Hoof: She has become a creature of the woods, known around the land as a mare who will provide aid to those who have asked. What would happen if she could not help a soquili? Would they despise her or understand her reasoning’s?
Star Crossed: Xo falls in love with a stallion or mare who is completely off limits. Who is this dashing stranger and why are they off limits? What will happen with Xo after this romance?
And so many more!
Thank you for this opportunity! It was a lot of fun! <3
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 7:32 pm
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Name of the Filly: Nyssa Why that name: It means “to test; goal, ambition". The name has Hebrew and Greek origins. To be honest, I mostly picked this name because in a TV show I watch, Arrow, Nyssa is an awesome woman who knows how to kick butt and take names. She is known as the Daughter of the Demon, and this little filly will have a haunted twist, so I think it fits :} Personality: Nyssa is just like her name entails, she is a goal oriented and ambitious filly. When she sees that something is not done properly, she will take charge of the activity and set it to rights. In this sense she is a perfectionist. Law and order must be followed for the ways of the world to run smoothly, although at times the balance shifts and Nyssa will take the law into her own hooves. When she sees other soquili disturbing the peace, she will correct them in their ways.
She is not always so strict, with her friends she allows them to see her as she truly is, not the mask she hides behind. To her friends and family she is a happy mare, blessed with a touch of the spooky. She always tells them the truth, even when she knows that it will get her in trouble. Through thick and thin she will stand by the side of those she cares about.
Her favorite thing is to hear scary stories and visit haunted locations; she feels a connection to the spooky because of the Blessing of the All Hallows’ Spirit and the Ghost marking upon her coat.
Prompt Response: She had gone too far, yes there was Law and Order, but there were those who did not obey and they were the ones she had to fear. Nyssa had desired to set right the dark path that the stallion walked upon, but she was too small, too weak to make a difference. The darkness was consuming his heart and soul, there was no way to reach out to his better nature. Terror continued to build as the situation became worse and worse; he had been torturing poor innocent creatures and now he had turned his sights upon her. She ran through the woods, her shorter legs barely keeping her a head of the large stallion. No matter what, Nyssa knew she had to lead him away from her family, if he caught sight of them, all would be lost.
RUN, Run, run. It was the only word to echo through her mind, it did not matter that she was growing tired; she had to make sure the stallion lost sight of her. Horror and despair filled her as she thought about the what ifs, what if he captured her, what if she never saw her family again? If only she could fly like her mother, then she could fly away from the tainted soul, but alas, she was grounded.
There had to be a way to get away. Just as the thought crossed her mind, the answer came. Blackberries. Not too far ahead a large batch of blackberries grew. The tall, thorny plant grew well above the filly’s head and there was a small enough area where she could roll through and be safe. The stallion chasing her would not be able to follow. She would end up with a quite a few scratches but it would be better than the alternative. With one last increase of speed she headed to the bush, right when she got close enough to the bush she collapsed on her side and let her momentum push her under the brambles. Her left side was burning from the lacerations of the skid, but she was alive. The stallion stood outside of the brambles for what seemed like hours before finally leaving. With a sigh of relief, Nyssa calmed her beating heart.
Having survived, she now had a new predicament…how was she going to get out of the blackberry bush?
Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 7:35 pm
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Bearitches? Don't you mean Bit-*mauled*~!
Username: Thalea Ideas for the foal's Name: Dragen (means Bear in dutch) – Name she took for herself -- it was the last word spoken upon the dying breath of her first victim.
Personality: I shall give you fear in a pawful of dust. She is very calculating, strategic, and extremely patient. Dragen could wait years for her plots to unfold and not even grow bored with the idea. When those who help her with her plots have out grown their usefulness, she tortures them, relishing their fear. After the spark has left their eyes, and they are nothing but a shell of their old selves, she devours them, for at that point they are no longer entertaining and only useful as a snack. Sometimes the torture can take months, she enjoys seeing how long it would take to make her victim lose the spark of hope in his or her eyes. The prolonging of torture is a particular skill that has improved with time and she is quite proud of how her creations turn out. Especially if her victim screams, for the sound of screaming is music to her ears; it is the one sound she enjoys above all and would prefer to hear it every day. The bear walker does not only torture those who have lost their usefulness, she also has other victims to entertain her. When she is done with them, she keeps an item of theirs, so she could remember the sweet delicious memories of their fear and pain. During times of relaxation she would walk among the trophies, savoring the distant memories of their screams in vivid detail, for she never forgets a single thought, memory, or event that had occurred since she was born.
Rough Plot ideas: Self rp about getting the name Dragen Someone to bring offerings to the foal, they will treat her like a vengeful Goddess who could snap at any given notice. Her meeting some other foals her age and them barely getting away with their lives. More plots that illustrate her strategic planning capabilities. Plots with her “tools” – soquili she finds useful to gain information, while she is secretly setting them up to fail to ensure she will have her fun with them later. ((The outcome would be determined by the other owner, if they want their soquili dead, mamed, or whatever)) These are very tentative and will change as I get a better grasp of her character
I swear to follow all Skinwalker rules, and keep anything that doesn't fit shop canon out of the shop threads and guilds: Yes
-------QUESTIONNAIRE------ It is required to answer these questions to have a chance.
Question: If someone you wish to breed your skinwalker with insists on all three breedings being together, how would you explain this in story canon? And How should this be handled in breeding forms? Answer: The two walkers have neighboring territories, and it would be nothing serious, just a passing fling, that could happen over and over again should the need arise for those types of activities. For this type of arrangement, Selective Permission would be needed each time, since walkers cannot mate nor do they have the desire to do so.
Question: Do Skinwalkers form family units or care what their family thinks? Answer: No, they do not form those types of bonds. They hate each other and will always hate each other.
Question: If you have a hard time RPing a skinwalker in character, what can you do?. Answer: You can take it out of canon, to PMs or private guilds. When posting on Lover’s Rock say that they need to PM you for plots and personality if they do not fit shop Canon. Also you can choose not to rp the Skinwalker and/or ask the RP Manager for help.
Question: Skinwalkers can, on rare occasions, form packs/herds to organize an attack, but they always break apart shortly afterwards or sometimes even before they manage to stage the raid. What do you think happens to cause these breakups? Answer: They are loners by nature and they do not care for others, for the longer they are with them, the more they want to kill them. They do not follow a hierarchal order, and forming groups that have such an organization will not end well. They also do not last in groups due to territorial behavior.
Question: In your own words, please explain the nature of Skinwalkers. Answer: They are evil, terrible, vicious creatures who want nothing more than the death and destruction of everyone (except for themselves). There is no remorse in them, many of them torture for fun and relish the fear that emanates from their victims.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 7:36 pm
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User Name: Thalea Name: Hildegarde --- Means “Battle Stronghold” in Old German. Temper: Tenacious Do you own a pony with visible tri-wings? Do you own a member of the Lucifer line?: Yes to the tri-wing. And yes I own a member of the Lucifer line. [x] Are you an active RPer?: Yes, although recently I have been slow do to the Holidays. Are you willing to continue the Raven Lord tradition?: Yes! ---------------- Personality: Adventurous, determined, reliable, ambitious, honest, and loyal are only a few of the traits that Hilde bears. When she sets her mind to something, nothing can sway her from her path, she will see it through or in the extreme, die trying. She is brutally honest and rarely does she hold her tongue when it comes to telling others what she thinks of them or how they are performing a certain skill. Sometimes this gets her into trouble and she has to find creative ways to get out of it. Hilde has a mind for strategy, she could spend hours talking about it with others of like mind and when she is alone she imagines in great detail the outcome of each choice she makes for the imaginary battle. It is her deepest desire to be like her Mother, a Raven Lord and to be granted the mask. Once she had determined this to be her desire, she put all her energy into achieving that goal.
With others who do not share her abrupt ways of speaking, she is more calm and patient with them. Sometimes her patience runs thin with those who just do not seem to get it through their thick skulls, but she hides her frustration until she is a safe distance away. When someone is hurt, she is the first one there, even if she is not as skilled in healing as others, she tries her best to ease their pain. She has a warrior’s knowledge of the healing skill, one that works but does not heal prettily. Most of those who she treats would get jagged scars from where she had sealed the laceration, for was not a Unicorn and could not completely rid the patient of the wound.
She likes to think that she is funny and sometimes she says witty things that cause others to laugh, while other times when she tries to make a joke she is met with blank stares. Hilde does not let that bother her and continues to try to make people laugh to relieve tension.
To those she cares about and those under her care, she is extremely loyal. She would fly to the moon and back for them if they asked her to. She holds her family above all else and woe to the one who tries to ruin it.
She loves the excitement of life and can easily adapt to any situation. Hilde needs to constantly be doing something and thrives when new situations arise. It makes her feel alive when met with difficult odds in which she needs to overcome. Change does not bother her, in fact she welcomes it, for it keeps her from becoming bored and keeps her skills sharp. Prompt Number: 1 RP Prompt: She did not know where they were. They had been traveling for a moon turn or so, and the territory they passed upon was vastly different than any Hildegarde had experienced before. It was wet. Water had flooded the land it seemed and caused everything to have the smell of rotten wood. Trees hung low, their branches mingled with invasive vines. Birds watched from the tops of the trees and took flight when something splashed in the water. It seemed to the young filly that danger lurked around every sunken tree. Not far away from where she and her mother stood upon dry land, or as dry as land could be in the damp place, she saw a floating log with hungry dark eyes. She knew not what sort of creature it was and she knew it was best not to encounter a being that had such a deep hunger for her flesh. Her mother had called the place a swamp and she had said that many soquili and creatures called this horrid place home. Hilde knew that she could not judge the swamp in that way, and as she thought about it, she could see the appeal. The world was shades of blue, green, and grey. Bright colors appeared to be an oddity in this muted world. And from a warrior’s point of view, swamps could be a hindrance as well as a helpful aid. Many enemies could be lead into areas of the swamp where the earth appeared to swallow them whole in quick sand, but it was a treacherous battlefield that would not care who it took down into its sunken depths.
A frantic chirping drew the filly away from her mother’s side and deeper into the muggy world. A colorful bird, that seemed so out of place within in the swamp, was anxiously hopping away from the jaws of one of the floating log creatures. Why could it not fly? One wing was held tightly to the side while the other one flapped as it tried to gain balance upon its tiny stick-like legs. The winged filly gave a yell, which turned the black eyes upon her. Instead of being fearful of a larger target, it seemed to become excited and a burning look came upon its gaze.
Hildegarde stared at the creature for a long moment, not sure how to proceed. The bird had soon realized that it was no longer going to be lunch and had calmed down its frantic movements. It chirped as it looked from the hungry log to the young filly. Where was Muninn? the filly thought, as she cast a quick look to the sky when a blur shot down and grabbed the injured bird in its talons. “Take it to safety! I want to have a look at its wing!” Muninn did not even bother to respond and was soon out of sight.
The young filly returned her gaze to the log. She knew she should run and flee, but what would her mother say? There was a time to flee and a time to fight. Flee to be able to fight another day. With a look at the log and its gaping jaws, Hilde followed the silent advice and fled from the creature. Soon she was back on the dryish land and Muninn was looking at her expectantly. “Do you know what is wrong with its wing?” she asked her raven friend, he cocked his head to the side and used his wing to signal that she should find out for herself. With a sigh, the filly made her away to the injured animal. The wing against the body was been held there by a piece of string. It appeared that it had become tangled in some sort of decoration soquili or humans used to make their homes pretty. “Muninn, you would be better at getting the poor creature untangled than I would, could you please do it?” the raven nodded and used his sharp beak to break the red string. With a cheerful chirp Hilde took as a thank you, the colorful bird took flight. With a shake of her head, Hilde went in search of her mother. Swamps were an interesting place, but she did not think she would ever make one her home.
Plot Ideas:
Learning of the Raven: Learning about the family and what it means to be a Raven Lord. Does Hilde have what it takes?
Mediocre Healer: She learns the healing arts. Perhaps it will be with some of the healers in Daenerys' khalasar.
Flying Lessons: Flying with two wings could be difficult, how does flying with six of them affect how she learns?
The Raventime Adventures: Her and her raven tend to get into some trouble, what kind of trouble do they find and how do they get out of it?
Partners in Crime: Hilde and other foals of the Khalasar would get into mischief and become friends.
Training to be Dedicated Raven Lord: This will involve her proving herself to her mother and herd and gaining the knowledge that to be what her heart desires. This training will happen from Foalhood until she finally receives the honor, if she does receive it. Does Hilde make it to that point? Does something prevent her from achieving her goal?
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 10:19 am
Let Me Heal Your Wounds Username: Thalea This Kalona Mares Name Akhlys Moirai Temper Obscure Personality: She is quite volatile; her personality fluctuates from amiable to murderous. It is unknown as to what causes these severe changes in her mood, but those who come see her for healing remedies know that they should approach at their own risk, for she may promise a cure when it is really a poison she is trading. Since birth she had been trained to “hear” or “see” the signs of the spirits or gods by messages given to her by nature, be it a wing of a butterfly in front of her den, or moss growing the wrong direction upon a rock’s surface, she interprets these signs and speaks for the gods. Many are afraid of her ability to observe the minute changes of the world and fear that she will predict their death. They have heard rumors that if they come to her, they must not give their true name, for names have power and to give that to her would display weakness on their part.
She is known by many names: Bruja, Kalona Ayeliski, Sunnayi Edahi, Destroyer, Healer, and many more. She prefers to be known as Sunnayi Edani or the Night Goer; her true name is only given to a select few who have earned her trust.
In the beginning when she first started to poison those who the signs pointed against, she would feel deep guilt and remorse. After years of listening to the signs, she finally broke and left her an emotionally unstable mare. She is bright and understands everything that happens around her, but becomes distant at unexpected times.
Many had believed her to be a myth, a legend, a fairy tale and she was starting to believe it as well until word came to her about the battles her comrades were fighting. She left her sequestered home in the mountains to heal the wounded and aid the superior Kalona race. Usually she does not particularly care who she treats as long as the soquili brings tribute to her, but the battles brought out her racist values and she became determined to poison all of those who stood in the way of success. Perhaps her reputation was known, for none that come to her for healing suffered death by her hooves.
Why is she a healer? What drew her towards this path? It was a great honor to participate in the arduous tasks that would determine if one was worthy to be the voice of the gods and to interpret their will. The Moirai family had been the Spirit Speakers for generations, the prodigious title passing on to son or daughter once they showed the skill and dedication necessary to become the clan’s healer. Out of her five siblings, she was chosen, she alone had the blessings of the spirits and the skills necessary to interpret the signs they gave.
Being chosen meant she would live in isolation for a year as she learned about the world around her; her only company she received was her mother and that was to test the extent of the knowledge gained in seclusion. Akhlys became fascinated with the properties of the plants; simple herbs when combined with each other could cure an illness or could stop bleeding of a wound.
Although she had promised to be a healer, the darker side of the art fascinated her more than it should have, and soon she began to learn how to create poisons. It was how she became the best, she understood the dark and light side of her craft and only poisoned those the “spirits” told her to kill by a sign of nature. In the beginning the deaths would weigh heavily on her soul, but she continued to follow the path shown to her by the signs of nature, for she was a Spirit Speaker and that is what she did, interpret the will of God and do as they bade.
Never give your name, for a name holds power and with power comes control.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 10:20 am
It's Now or Never Username: Thalea Lieutenant's Name: Alkender Lieutenant's Temper: Tactical What was he like while in the herd? The perfect solider, he did what he was told and did not feel remorse for the actions that lead to the deaths of those who were considered weak. His wife and daughter died honorably in a battle and he was proud to have sired a daughter who killed many of the enemy before she too fell in battle. It was a warrior’s death, he could not ask for better for his wife and eldest daughter. Ender had begun to teach his son the ways of strategy, of how to get into the enemy’s mind and understand how they fought and lived. His son was brash and bull headed, he believed that he knew everything before his father taught him and his foolishness led to his demise. To Ender, the death of his son was harder to take in, Karmic was still young, still learning, but Ender’s own kin devoured the foolish colt that did not have the chance to grow up and learn from his mistakes. The gaping hole of his son’s death began to slowly fester in the heart of Ender, but he never let the others see his weakness, his depression. He taught his daughter that Kalonas are the superiors and that the lessors had their place beneath the clan’s hooves, but he also taught her that when cornered, they could be a dangerous threat. He taught her to love life, understand differences and to always respect and remember her kin. Why did he come to lead the rebellion? Was it just due to the tragedy in his life, or had he always been a sympathiser? Ever since he was a colt he had the unique ability to understand his enemy, he was able to place himself in their hooves and strategize how they would compose their battle techniques; because of this he had never once lost a fight, he was in it to win it and believed that if one aimed for anything less, then they should not be considered a warrior. Even after his son’s death, he still felt loyal to his clan, they were family, and they were what gave him support and purpose in his battle scarred life. It was not until the Alpha and Protector announced that those of the Kawani had forgotten about them, that they no longer lived in fear of what the Kalonas could do that Ender began to feel the seed of doubt blossom in his chest, it had been laying dominate since the death of his son, but now it was growing at a rapid pace. As it was his job, he went out with the first scouting party, but remained in the shadows as he studied his enemy; it would be more difficult than other battles previously fought, for the natives of Kawani varied in race. Angenis could take the kalonas in battles in the sky, the kelpis could pull his kin to rivers and drown them, and unicorns could use their horns to inflict pain and to heal. Alkender shook off his doubts that this would be a battle that could not be won and reported his findings to the Alpha. The lieutenant understood this enemy better than the ones before and began to feel sympathy toward them, to care for those creatures who he believed to be beneath him, to be his lessor. As the battles raged, his sympathies grew until he no longer believed that this war was justified; it was not right to completely annihilate other species because the Kalonas believed them to be nothing more than meat for the birds. As the battle lulled he heard whispers of rebellion, some of his kin shared his frame of mind and in the dead hours of the night, their small group met in secret to devise a plan to save the Kawani people from complete genocide. Does he ever regret the choices he's made? He was a traitor to his kin, he knew this and felt this, but yet could not bring himself to feel remorse for his actions. His actions caused the kalonas to lose the battle, it was not right; they were not Gods to determine which race should live and which ones should perish. At times he may regret that he has lost the acceptance of his clan, of the race that he had for his entire life believed to be superior, to be strong, but it was not until the battle that he learned that for one to be strong, one also must be weak. Had he not been weak all his life, conforming to the ideals set by those who ruled them? He was not strong, it was only a false hope that the leaders placed in the minds of those below them, to make them feel as if they had a place, or had a say. Ender finally came to this realization during the Kawani War and does not regret his choice to defect to the other side, the side where weak, does not always mean helpless.
What does he plan on doing now, what with the herd split and broken? He is a wanted stallion, there are those from his clan that want to see him dead and would do anything to see that it happens. There are many who would still follow him, those he led in battle against the Alpha and the Protector, but he could not become what he despised and he knew that power corrupts. So alone and disguised, Ender planned to travel the Kawani lands, learning more about the races that he had considered his lessors, and he would finally stop being a hypocrite and embrace the teachings he told his daughter years ago: to accept differences, to enjoy life and to honor his ancestors. The fallen stallion would roam the war torn lands in search for his daughter and his redemption. Even though he had saved many lives by turning against those he called family, he still felt as if he was not whole, as if a part of him was missing and by traveling he would find that lost piece of himself.
Hygeia is a healer through and through; she can name almost all the plant life in the forest by name and give you the healing or nutritional properties if there are any. She is kind and compassionate and cares deeply for Mother Nature and all her creatures. The Harpy mare is motherly and treats each of those in her care as if they were her own children and the only composition she asks in return for her healing is a smile and for them to continue on with their dreams. Her heart is full, for it is shared among many, her adopted sister who was more like a daughter to her and all the friends that helped her raise the vibrant free spirited Abhilasha. The healer has one true love and that is healing; it is an art that she loves with all her heart and soul.
She had not always been into the art of medicine and healing, she was once studying under the art of seduction and was becoming quite good at the skill, even though she was still a filly. It was not until after the Incident that she felt the strong alluring call of Healing and she has never regretted the change.
The mare loves music; to her it is an alternative form of healing, a soothing balm for the tortured soul. A beautiful melody could melt the heart of any stone faced warrior. Hygeia is interested in being a healer of both Physical and Spiritual; she feels that body and spirit are one in the same, for one cannot function properly without the other. As she gains in knowledge in the healing arts, she tries to incorporate both physical and spiritual healings with her patients.
Hygeia is blind in her right eye. As an act of revenge, before her mother was banished from the Phoenix Maiden Guild, the vicious greed filled harpy struck her daughter and scratched the cornea of Hygeia’s eye, causing blindness in that one eye. The mare wears a mask that covers the scar, to the mare the symbolism behind the mask is that no matter how hard you try you cannot hide your true self from the world; for you may be hiding behind a façade but soon your true self will peak out and shine upon the world. There are times when she is not embarrassed of the scar and other times when she worries about the past surrounding the jagged scar, the feeling is deep down, hidden in her heart. During the days when her mind is free to wonder, she pounders about the constant reminder her scar must be to Izulai, representing Hygeia’s mother’s greed. And the fear she tries not to voice or give suspicion to, was it hereditary? Would she end up like her mother?
These dark emotions are sequestered so deep down that she barely thinks about them anymore, but there are times when she feels the twinge of guilt and trepidation about her past.
Backstory: Hygeia Minoan is the only daughter of Lianne and an unknown stallion; the brother of Hygeia left soon after he popped from the basket, Hygeia has never met him.
Lianne was an ambitious mare, she constantly wanted more, more knowledge, more stallions, more power. Her greed continued to grow until it could no longer be contained and vicious plots to over throw the Queen came into mind. Another within the Phoenix Maiden Guild was just as greedy as she and together they became co-conspirators to overthrow Izulai. During the night Lianne and Laxmi would meet in the hot springs away from the Guild where their secrets would not be overheard. Hygeia woke one night to discover her mother sneaking off into the darkness, curious to what her mother could be up to, the young filly followed the mare. What she overheard caused her heart to beat faster and fear to tickle down her spine; she could not believe what the two harpies were planning. The next day Hygeia went to the Queen and relayed the information she had gathered about what Lianne and Laxmi were plotting. It was not long after that the entire Guild learned of their treachery and the Queen banished the two of them for their greed and betrayal. Before Lianne left the Herd, Hygeia tried to convince her to leave with an amiable goodbye, but her mother could not look past her hatred and struck her daughter across the face with her talons, leaving a grisly claw mark gashes over her daughter’s right eye. The attack scratched the cornea of the eye, causing Hygeia to lose all eyesight in that eye.
Before this life changing event, Hygeia was being trained in the art of seduction, but when she went to the healer for her eye, her dream changed. She wanted to be the best healer, to take away suffering and bring a smile to an injured patient’s countenance, she wanted to give them hope. Healing was not the only aspect of her life that changed due to the Incident with her mother and the other mare. Laxmi had a daughter who had just recently popped from her basket, right before her mother was banished for her crimes against the Queen. Hygeia adopted the young Abhilasha as her younger sister, but soon the bond grew into something more resembling mother and daughter, even though their ages were not that far apart.
Hygeia continued to train in the art of healing, learning all she could about the woods and the herbs that grew there. She also continued to raise Abhilasha with the aid of a few other mares when the free spirited filly became too handle on her own. Hygeia grew into marehood and began teaching her young sister/daughter about plants, but soon discovered that she had no talent for medicines or plants unless it was making perfumes or paints.
After many moons, Hygeia’s training as a healer was complete; she was now no longer an apprentice but a full healer. To mark the joyful occasion, Hygeia asked if her old healer mentor could give her a marque to represent her new calling. The healer drew upon Hygeia’s coat in permanent deep purple dye a blooming Gardenia with a lavender accent in the middle of the flower and above it a bulb just beginning to bloom. Surrounding the flower were spiraling vines and leaves, twisting in beautiful arrays away from the blossom. Above and below the gardenia and its blossoming bulb was a waxing and waning crescent moon. To one side a butterfly flew away from the flower, representing Hygeia’s metamorphosis from her past into the mare she was now and on the other side a vine curling around a marquise shape.
As a gift, the healer bestowed upon Hygeia a necklace of aquamarine to help bring healing energies to her eyes and of rutilated quartz to aid in healing.
Both marque and necklace Hygeia wears with pride, for they are a symbol of her hard work in the field that she loves the most.
Quest, NCPC, or both?: Both
Physical description:
Hygeia Minoan is a frosty pale purple in coloration. Her legs are a lighter shade of purple than the rest of her body. Her claws are a dark deep purple. On her rump/back leg is a deep purple marque with slight green and lavender accents. It is of a gardenia and its blossom. Two crescent moons surround each side of the marque, a waning and waxing moon. Vines are coming off the flower. Near the flower is a butterfly. On one side of the flower a vine spirals into a marquise shape. Her mane and tail are a dark navy blue and are braided in loose long braids. The feathers of her mane and tail match the coloration of the humming bird in the reference images. Upon her back is a translucent scarf that is a mixture of blue, green, and purple. On top of the scarf is a string of small amethyst stones with larger amethyst stones dropping down in the shape of marquises. Around her neck is a stone necklace made up of aquamarine and rutilated quartz. The better image to this is on the website and has the white background, not the black. On each of her legs are silver and gold bangles. On her front leg facing out is a golden snake bracelet curling up her leg. Upon her face is mask, similar in coloration to the one in the image, but with a tad bit more purple accents. Beneath the mask are three scars in the shape of claw marks over her eye light purple eyes.
Plants of all sorts covered the ground beneath her claws, their color ranged from the bluest of blues to the palest of pinks. Anemone was the flower of choice for today’s dyes, for it had so many different hues of colors for just one flower, white, blue, red, purple. So many exquisite pigments, it was hard to decide the loveliest. Anemone was not only pleasing to the eye but contained properties for healing, protection, and health. Lying beside the colorful bouquet of Anemone was a stalk of Spiderwort, different from the Anemone by the shape of its three purple petals. Spiderwort was known to attract love; it would be perfect for the dye being made. A red Anemone, a purple Spiderwort, together they were ground together into a paste, with water being added to create a liquid. A special herb was added to make the dye permanent when it touched the coat of the intended soquili; it was a form of henna, but would not fade over time.
Hygeia smiled down at the red dye; soon it would be placed upon Abhilasha’s coat to signify her entrance into marehood. She was going to have a big debut with a dance she had been practicing day and night; Hygeia had barely seen hide or hair of her adopted sister for over a week. The ceremony was that night and the healer wanted her sister’s marque to be perfect, to be something exotic and free spirited as the mare who bore it.
The mare closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to picture the perfect marking for her sister, trained in the art of seduction. A large smile appeared on her countenance, crinkling the scar beneath her mask. She had the perfect idea and now all she had to do was wait for Abhilasha to seek her out. Would not be much longer for the festivities were soon to begin.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 10:22 am
I Know How This Dance Ends! Username: Thalea Basket's Name: Johann Cadenza Amachi Meaning?: Johann = Johann Sebastian Bach; Cadenza = an improvised or written-out ornamental passage played or sung by a soloist or soloists, usually in a "free" rhythmic style, and often allowing for virtuosic display Personality: Temper: Melodic Johann is a slight perfectionist, he wants all his music to sound good and bring out emotion in those who listen to it, but the problem is he does not know what type of music suits him best. His voice is melodious and has a knack for creating music; he finds himself humming to imagined tunes and sways to the music within his head, but he is a terrible dancer, one would say he looked like a spastic bobcat chasing its tail, not a lovely sight. Johann is a kind soul, who is considerate of others, but hard on himself, for it is the perfectionist in him that wants what he does to sound great and be great.
He loves nature and sits in silence for hours listening to the natural music of nature; its soft beautiful melody calms him and provides him inspiration for his own masterpieces. Because of his long meditations in nature, he is not a brash male; he takes his time and does not rush. There is no rushing in music, to be perfect is to hear the tune and flow with it on the wind.
Beauty inspires him, and since he is able to see beauty all around him, he is never for a lack of muse. Songs always fill his head and sometimes he even speaks in songs.
Future Plot Ideas?: ♪♫Rhythm of Life:Johnn has discovered his love of composing music, but cannot get the song he likes just right. Some of his family members will help him get over his first composing hump and create a masterpiece. ♪♫ ♪♫Colors of the Wind: Johnn discovers the beauty of nature and spends hours out in the woods listening to the trees and the wind. While standing there amongst the beauty he meets a fellow soul who loves the natural spirit of music amid the trees. ♪♫ ♪♫We are Family: The siblings come together and get into some mischief like all foals do and perhaps make some music or do something creative. ♪♫ ♪♫I’m Not Calling You a Liar: Johann comes across a soquili who tells magnificent tales of faraway lands that seem hard to believe. ♪♫ --Adult-- ♪♫Fallen: Something terrible has happened, Johann no longer is able to make music. The songs in his head are silent or sullen, it is like he can no longer see the beauty in the world. He meets a mare who ignites the fire in his heart and helps him see the beauty around him again. ♪♫ ♪♫Muse The same mare who helped him in the previous plot will become his life muse, they will travel and compose music together. ♪♫
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 10:24 am
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Name: Thalea Soquili name: Vanira Tell me a little about their personality: –Trying for just the girl basket please -- <3 Although she may be young in appearance she is wise in heart and soul. The world is fascinating place to Vanira, filled with wonder and magic. Her dream is to be like her father and her grandmother, to have a connection to the land and the herd by the way of shamanism, even if she is unable to commune with the spirits of the world. She does not let her inability to converse with the spirits deter her from her dream of becoming a great shaman; she is determined and loyal. Vanira will do anything for her family and does not take well to those who threaten or lie to the ones she loves.
When she was a basket she was left out as bait for I'mani along with her siblings, knowing this did not cause her to feel betrayed, but gave her a steadfast belief that those who would do harm to her family must be stopped and she would help see to it that it would be done, for she did not wish to bestow the same fate upon any of the young foals of the herd.
She is steadfast in her ways and it would take a strong heart and will to sway her.
Vanira believes the truth should rule above all else, she does not take kindly to lies and deception. Because of this belief, she is unable and unwilling to tell false truths even in the most precarious of situations.
Above all, she has a big heart and cares for all those she meets; she desires every kind creature to find happiness. She would desire for those who were evil to find happiness, but understands that it is too much to hope.
Dislikes: Slackers, those who wish harm upon her family, red apples, lying, skinwalkers Likes: Nature, Magic, Shamanism, mystery, green apples, legends/myths
Quirks: * Tilts her head to the side when thinking * Likes to walk in the woods at times with her eyes closed * Does not have a poker face so to speak – cannot lie
How many Soquili do you have now? 19 Anaon, Isabliss, Nakita, Wystan, Larkin, Rin, Coop, Eyota, Háidēs, Westrion, Molokai, Zachary, Gwenevere, Guinevere, Vortigern, Adonvdo, Aderyn, Peeta, and Ungwe Why would you like one of the troll family? The family is vast and filled with many interesting characters. Although after searching for the trivia questions it seems being a part of this family will be a daunting task, but I am up for the challenge :} If you had a Bokbok, what would you call it? Atal'alarion (Guardian of the Devoted), a great name for such a little guy ;D Do you play WoW? No, but I want to, though it seems like a daunting task to begin >.>; Any ideas for helping the plot along? In the future I would like for her to help Malis with the injured, so she learns a few aspects about being a shaman that do not involve talking to the spirits Some rp with skin walkers for sure, since she was bait along with her siblings, I would love rp to see how that knowledge affected the children and what they did about it I have ideas for her personally, not really the herd in general to help plots moving For her I would love for her to explore the ideas of Shamanism and come to grips that she will never understand what the spirits are saying, but that will not change how she helps and interacts with others as a shaman I would love plots for her as she tries to figure out how to be a spiritual teacher/leader, what trials and tribulations must she endure to become great at what she does? Do you like RPing? Yes, when I am not swamped with school :} Traditionally the Vitterfolk trolls mate for life (or at least with the same partner) are you ok with this? Yes I am okay with this
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1: Name the Vitterfolk's nearest neighbors and their unspoken agreement. – The Flock, not to hunt within each other’s land. 2: In Azeroth, who is Sen'jin? – Spiritual leader of the Darkspear Tribe 3: What tier am I making for Blizzcon this year? (Or what tier did I make last time?) 14 4: Shamans use totems in WoW, tell me what are the four elements they use. --Earth, Fire, Water and Air 5: What is a troll's favored mount in WoW (the race as a whole). What is Malis' favored mount? (Hint: It has something to do with 'bokbok'.) -- Raptors. Hawkstriders 6: The baskets have a nephew called Atal'rin, what is special about him? -- He is adored by spirits and missing his sight 7: What is the name of the kalona who attacked Ysiel and Sen'jin and what is interesting about her son? -- Izusa and Súileabhán, he sweet talked Zandali into making her think she was his one and only and then left her when she found out she was pregnant. : Tempest has a brother, what 'gryph is he based off in WoW? (Bonus: How do you get one in WoW) -- Flameward Hippogryph -- a special flying mount that is awarded when players complete all the requirements for the achievement The Molten Front Offensive, which requires extensive questing during the Firelands Invasion. 9: Who will be the next leader of the WillowGlen Herd? -- Kai'kaede 10: Peikko means something very special, what is it?-- Troll 11: Who were the first true enemies of the Gurubashi and Amani? -- the civilization of Azj'Aqir 12: To Solemn, what is important about Crystaea. She knew him before he was cursed, and is going to help Solemn take down Malis.
“Prompt 2”
It was time, time for her final decision. She had known what she wanted to be since she popped from her basket, she felt it in her bones. But was that feeling really true? Yes. She had made up her mind and she was sticking to it. Shamanism was in her blood and it ran thick in her veins; she knew that she would have to work twice as hard as those shamans who possessed the gift of which she lacked, but that fact did not sway the young mare. It was true that she could not commune with Spirits and she understood that she may never grow into this gift; she believed with steadfast determination, fantastic observational skills, her knowledge of nature, she would be able to make up for what she lacked. Shamanism was not solely about being able to communicate with spirits. There were other aspects that went into making a great spiritual leader, and Vanira knew she had what it took..
Her open mind and willingness to learn would set her apart from those who assumed they had more skill than her; she did not care that she could not do what her grandmother did; for as long as she continued to help those in the herd, she was doing what she loved the most.
A large smile appeared on her countenance, it was time, there were no more doubts, no longer a reason to pick another path; she was of age and her role in the future was clear. Vanira took in a deep breath and exhaled; she squared her shoulders and went down the path to tell her parents her choice. She was to be a shaman.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 10:27 am
Name: Ygraine Le Nalinl Meaning (if any): Ygraine (I could not find what it means, but I love the name) of the Lotus (Nalinl is the Sanskrit spoken word for Lotus)
Personality She is a healer through and through (with or without a uni-horn), she wishes to help her family by treating their wounds and providing care. She is kind to all and understands that the world is not black and white, she may be young but she is not naïve. Ygraine is an erudite, she loves to learn and it is the only time she would talk to strangers, when she thinks they have something interesting to teach her. She is soft spoken and shy, but once she becomes friends with someone, she comes out of her shell. Ygraine is honorable and loyal, once she calls someone her friend they are that for life and she will do anything in her power to help them should they come to harm; she will wish to learn to fight to be able to protect those she loves.
Prompt 1 Response Pale eyes watched the world trying to absorb all that was seen; plants with medical properties grew in the lush woods. Ygraine knew most of them by name now and how they were used to help those who were injured. Poppy, hops, purple coneflower, bitterroot, Devil’s club and so many more she listed off in her head as if they were old friends. She turned her gaze to where her mother trained, gaining skill in order to protect the family from those who wished it harm; she had a look of dedication upon her countenance as she went through each repetition. The young foal returned her observant gaze to the woods, it was in a way here her weapon lay, she was not trained in combat but in the art of healing. She wanted to help her family but did not believe that she was capable of learning to fight, to actually inflict harm on an opponent when she had promised to help those who were beaten and in pain. Her thoughts went solemn as she recalled the events her mother told her of that fateful day when Samsara attacked The Padmapani Herd; danger has been ever present since then, but when she contemplated the danger her family was in, it did not scare her, did not make her tremble or want to flee, instead it gave her the urge to learn, to train, and to help her family in any way, shape, or form. She would stick with her family and do what she did best, watch, learn and heal.
Plots Limit each plot to be 100 words or less. Please try not to do more than five (pick your best plots!). <3 o The Call of the Healer: For as long as she could remember Ygraine had the urge to heal, her father is a uni and some of that healing blood runs in her veins. She will encounter an old healer who will become her mentor and cause the young fillies love of healing to grow. o The Bonds of Family: The ties of family run deep, Ygraine will learn the tragic tale of what happened to her family; the terrible story will unite the three siblings and give Ygraine a reason to pursue her healing skills even more. o Appearances Can be Deceiving: She has been told of the evil that roams the earth, and her young brain has created an idea what these “monsters” look like; one day she will come across an injured kalona or some other monster looking soquili and she is frightened by his/her appearance. The other soquili convinces her he/she means the filly no harm and she treats his/her injuries. o A Healer’s Heart and Warrior’s Spirit: The young filly or mare has realized that she cannot stay on the side lines any longer, she wants to be able to protect her family, not just treat their wounds. She wants to learn to fight and is willing to learn from any soquili that know how. ~ Tentative Future Plot ~ O Something Bleak and Dark: This is a plot that will happen in the future, I am hoping for some plots between Samsara’s ‘herd’ and Ygraine’s family. I am not really sure what will happen, but I just know that I want there to be some epic plottage.
o You’ve Got a Friend in Me: Ygraine is shy and has a trouble talking to those not in her family, but one day a foal who does not take silence as an answer will change that by causing her to come out of her shell. O o
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 10:28 am
The Great Kalona Speaks Username: Thalea Shaman's Name: Oya Lansã "Sunnayi Edani" Shaman's Temper: Cryptic What does she read in the blood and the bones and organs of the badger? The blood splatters of the carcass formed a symmetrical pattern signifying that much blood would be spelt that day, the bones of the rib cage remained unbroken, even though she had thrust her hooves into the body, this represented the Kalona herd would fight as one, and lastly she appeared at the heart. It continued to pump even though its owner was dead and it would continue to beat for the next few minutes. She counted the beats and watched as they slowed, a smile spread across her countenance when it finally stopped its futile pumps. She let out a shriek, for it was a great omen indeed.
Does this mean victory or defeat for the kalona herd? She looked up at the heard, “The great Spirit Kalona is indeed present, this day, and he has cast his judgment! We are to fight a long bloody battle, but we will fight as one and be victorious against those who wish to destroy us!”
How does the Shaman feel about the outcome herself? Oya continued to smile her twisted smile as she looked over the army of boisterous kalonas, she had told them the truth of the gods and now they would take that knowledge into battle and win. She was elated that her words had that effect on the army, that they trusted her judgment and her to be the voice of the Great Kalona Spirit. The shaman knew that many of her clan, her family would parish today, but she could not bring herself to feel remorse, the Gods had spoken and it was the Will of the Gods that would determine the outcome of this battle; they were all slaves to the Kalona Spirit and did as he bid.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2016 10:33 am
Username: Thalea Name: Faolan MacTaíl{meaning Little Wolf} Boy / Saoirse MacTaíl{Freedom} Girl Role: A knightly thief who has a brilliant mind, but has a dark side do to what happened in the past. *Will do the response as the female, but the personality is the same for both* Personality: *Her personality is due to change with rp and each event that happens to her in her life. She will go through stages until she becomes the brilliant knight her family could be proud of* Foal: Conflicted and tortured. She is eager to please and would do anything to get some recognition from her adopted father. Inner turmoil continues to battle within her and threatens to be unleashed. She is a smart foal, who enjoys scintillating conversation about philosophical ideals and relishes the workings of her mind to maneuver out of difficult situations. Her mind is her only escape from what is happening in the outside world.
Adult: Crafty, cleaver, brilliant, quick, honorable, Saoirse understands that the world is not black and white, but locked in an array of greys. She was raised by a twisted stallion that caused her to be a broken creature who always wrestled with the idea of right and wrong. Her adopted father had a different sense of what she was to accomplish in the world and he tried to convince her that his way was right. Having years of mixed signals the mare finally left to seek out what being honorable truly meant. But it did not turn out the way she had wished, on her journey she would steal to survive and began to enjoy the rush she felt when doing so, but the guilt would prey on her each night. Her thievery continued and she strayed from her quest, no longer caring that she was abandoning honor. Shades of grey were coloring her life, and guilt no longer riddled her.
Despair and loneliness were constant companions to the mare, until one day she heard the words that would change her life forever. The idea of knighthood. Honor, perseverance, compassion, were the words that filled that single idea. On her journey to find a night to teach her the ways of battle and morality; she slowly began to leave the well of sadness behind her and enter into a different world where one could escape the torture of her past.
Would you like to have your foal part of the Death in the Family plot? YES
Tradition: • Training with Callan MacTaíl: Knight training with the patriarch of the Clan. • The keeping of a Clan name • The bestowing of small dagger at the onset of adulthood, signifying that they will not use the weapon to harm, but to aid and protect the weak.
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Prompt 2 - Genetics What was she? Was she a product of her genes or the environment in which she was raised? Saoirse stared out at the forest with her blank eyes, her quest to find honor was now for naught. She had thought that she would do better, once she left Beezlebub, but now there was nothing but grey. Who was she? She was nothing like her adopted father, yes she had moments where the world would turn black and she would want nothing more than to destroy what was before her. So, perhaps she was more a product of her upbringing than genes after all.
Her quick mind could not help her with the sinking depression she was allowing herself to fall into; she had abandoned the quest for honor when she began stealing from those she met. They were all such easy marks, believing her tales of woe and giving her items to help with her pain or those who did not help willingly soon discovered they were missing a precious babble the next day. It was addicting, the rush she received from stealing, it was rewarding in a sense, and she finally felt that she excelled at something.
She was spiraling down too quickly, what was she to do? Her life did not appear to be going in the right direction, but at the moment she could not bring herself to care. Rustling in the bushes drew her attention away from her inner debate. A stallion covered in armor walked out of the woods; his smile knew, like he understood what she was going through. It was strange; he put her at ease and did not come across as one she would call a mark. His words were cryptic but they were filled with a truth that even she could not deny.
Before she could respond to the stallion, he turned around and vanished into the woods. Saoirse stood there, a bemused expression on her countenance. It was time she left the dark path of thievery to enter one that was not so dark. Knighthood, it had a very interesting ring to it. With a smile on her face, the broken mare made up her mind to become something more.
Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 9:43 am
User Name: Thalea Name: Belladonna “Bells” Boneblossom – In the past Belladonna was used for astral projections and producing visions. ---------------- Personality: Although she may be young in years, she is wise in heart and soul, but she was not always like that. Bells was extremely curious and brash, the combination of those two traits would get her into more trouble than she could handle on her own. However, with each sticky situation she was in, the young mare grew to become the wise shaman she was meant to be. Her life experiences modeled her on this path and now she uses what she learned in her past to help other people.
The world is fascinating place to Bells, filled with wonder and magic. Her dream is to have a connection to the earth and the soquili of that land by the way of shamanism. She has a keen eye for detail and that helps her read the “signs” that are presented to her.
Like the rest of those in her family, Bells has a fascination with what others would consider odd. Dead things fascinate her as well as their bones. She studies them and tries to figure out how they died or how they lived before meeting their end.
She is steadfast in her ways and it would take a strong heart and will to sway her.
Above all, she has a big heart and cares for all those she meets; she desires every kind creature to find happiness. When she was younger, she had the desire that those with evil in their hearts find love and hope as well, but now she knows that not everything is possible if you just believe.
Quirks: • She believes names have power so she only lets her family and those who she truly trusts know her real name. • She tends to zone out at times as she remembers things she did in the past or when she her imagination is running wild.
Plot Ideas:
Young and Reckless: It is not an easy path to become a shaman; this will include all the misadventures of Bells as she learns and grows into the wise lady she is meant to become. What kind of dangerous situations will she find herself in? Will she be: Stranded with pirates? Lost in a dragon’s cave? Hunted by walkers?
The Shaman Path: Bells knows that there is something she is meant to do with her life, but she is not quite sure what it is. She will have many teachers and learn many things before settling with the one that makes her heart quiver with delight and her soul smile. Who will be her teachers? What will she do before finding a master to teach her the way of shamanism? Helping others: Her training as a shaman is still ongoing but before they can see if she is worthy of that title, she must pass a few tests in order to prove her worth. What are these tests? Will she pass with flying colors or hiccup?
Doing what I am supposed to do: No longer brash and a reckless youth, Bells has grown into her wisdom and tries each day to help those who come to her, be it with healing, guidance, or interpreting the “signs” presented. Anything else?: Thank you for this opportunity!
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Name: Anela Fay Eladrus Nicknames: N/A Age: 17 Race: Elf Kingdom: Elven Kingdom Position: Middle Princess Powers: Elemental control of Earth, weather and empathy. Weapons: A long staff and bow Personality: When she is in court she plays the perfect princess, but when she goes out side, her true self reins. She is not honest with her parents, for they only see her as a play piece in the game of life or death. She has entrusted many of her secrets to her older sister and to the trees in the garden. She pretends to be shy, but really she is a force to be reckoned with. When she gets angry, watch out, something bad might happen. Biography: In being only a year younger than her sister, Anela takes on most of the responsibilities when her sister leaves, much to her chagrin. Her parents are only fond of her powers over earth, they do not know about her powers over the weather, and she plans on keeping it that way. Her parents love her older sister more because they believe that she is the key to ending The War of Ages. Anela doesn’t care about their love; she has found lover else where, in the earth, the sky, and in her sisters. She waits patently until she will be rescued from place life like her sister. She finds castle life boring and repetitive. She craves for adventure, romance, and a life of her own, not controlled by the King and Queen. But, when she saw how much her sister did not want to be married off, she tries to put an end to the engagement. Crush: Yet to be discovered Appearance: Anela Gaia Name: Thalea
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