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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 2:59 pm
Name: Yithiron - made up name i say it means thorny tree XD Nickname : Thorn Stage: Prentice Race: Leaf Gender: Boy 3 Base Traits:
Amused: He seems to be entertained by the world at large and it takes true endangerment of himself or someone he cares of to make him concerned. He is usually in a very good mood and is not often blue or mad. He is at peace with what he does for a living and pursues it and other interests with exuberance and gleeful abandon.
Feisty: Yith enjoys a good tussle and expects small wounds which makes him happy he has such an oversized body to compensate. He won't say no to a scrap either mental or physical. Mostly he uses his reach to his advantage with shorter opponants otherwise his actual combat skills are about average. Sometimes it is best to flee and thieve another day then stick it out and have your "honor" shredded to ribbons. What good is honor after all if you are full of holes?
Playful: He likes to tease and joke with others but he never really means to hurt them, just friendly banter..at times though they take this the wrong way and this gets him in trouble.
Personality: Thorn doesn't really take things seriously until he really has too, he prefers to approach situations like a game, testing his skills against the environment, animals or other people. He doesn't exactly understand dark moods but when he finally gets captured he will get more then enough experience with them. He is a free spirit an abhores cages or being tied down. He is all about freedom, freedom of choice, freedom of action, freedom of feet (travel)...freedom of items which are not free.
Through growth I hope to introduce to his character, love, responsibility and fear. Right now he has almost nothing to loose besides his parents, too infatuated with turning any booty into money for his parents. He is content to have food water and a clear path to the next job.
Ladies he currently thinks of as a challenge, is he sly enough to weasel a kiss or two out, or are they more difficult? Difficulty directly correlates to interest. He wants what he can't have and works to get it attempting different angles, not afraid of old fashioned romance he is not above sending flowers or ...singing. (Shudders)
When he doesn't feel like actual theft he will perform acrobatics or dance on the street corner to earn coin. The movements keep him spry, as with such a big body to let it go would be to become slow, which would mean finding another line of work that would be less challenging and therefore less interesting.
Description: See pic! He will grow very tall and broad shouldered.
Clothing: As in Picture Accessories: As in picture
History: Yith was raised on the grasslands by a family who prefered to stay to their own unique ways of living. They were a little bit odd, choosing to worship the gods in their own particular ways with utmost joy and far away from any towns least they be disturbed. Yith grew up basically doing whatever he wanted and was only disciplined for serious things like causing undue pain. Occasionally his family would pick up and move so he never really got attatched to any one town but quickly learned how to get what he wanted from each. He learned to theive at a young age and found that if he practiced enough he could do it at any size.
He grew rather fast and was dismayed to find that he had become somewhat awkward so he trained in agility were he could, pretending trees were people and sneaking up on him so that when he stole again in the future he would hopefully not get caught. He thought his growth would stop at a reasonably small size as his father wasn't that tall but to his dismay he keeps growing.
When he asked his mother about it she admitted that the males in her family were quite tall and that he probably got his height from her. His parents convinced him that his height would not hinder his profession, as he would be well camoflagued.
"No one expects a large theif lad, and if they did your size might deter them anyway." His father said, eyes crinkling merrily. He had been a thief by trade as well and the whole family saw no wrong in "lifting" things that others did not nessessarily need. They never knicked food or water that was a rule; non food items could be traded for food but if food was all a person had that could be all they could afford thus impeding their "life".
Gold however and gems and other knick knacks held no such taboo. He and his father used to compete to see who could extract the biggest item out of coat pockets. So far his father won most of the time probably due to experience.
His mother on the other had was more of a natural magic person, she placed extra faith in the moon, the stars, winds and storms. This interest in the natural rubbed off on her son somewhat giving him a respect for wild things if not the people things. But his interest was not enough to turn him into a shaman, thieving was way to much thrilling fun for that.
He now drifts around cities, occasionally going home when either people wise up or his loot gets to big. His father comes with him sometimes. Yith prefers to stay in larger cities to thieve as his height is a good marker and people tend to remember him, with more people around in the cities he has a better chance of blending in and finding areas where he is as of yet unknown.
Prentice art = Flan Stage 2 art = Kana = lines and color = Jay
Tendaji Concept = Kana and Satin Doilee
Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 3:06 pm
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Aukai Oceansoul
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Aukai Oceansoul
Springtime Shapeshifter
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 11:34 pm
Yith sat down with his father after a round of stealing edible nuts off each other, he had managed to procure three while his father had gained five, plus the two that had dropped out of Yith’s pocket. Now that had been most clever off his father, piercing a hole in one of his pockets. He would have to med it later. He disliked sewing, he always pricked his fingers, not that he could help it, they were so big and the needle so small. His father took great joy in teasing him about it. “A thief needs to have nimble fingers, every time the need pricks you it is doing you a favour.” Thorn had snorted and went about his mending. His mother had patted his shoulder and gave him a cold glass of water to surprise his father with later. “Just make sure you can outrun him my son, stay out of the thickets.’ His father could not beat him on the flat open plain,, but the moment thorn had to do some dodging his father could catch him in a snap; Atithron was shorter and built wiry like a proper theif. Thorn got his height from his mothers family; Yulla was the youngest of four older brothers, all very tall. His father boasted that his mother was his greatest feat; he had stolen her out form her clan, cutting quite the dashing figure if he did say so himself. “It was of course with your mother’s permission.” At this his mother smirked a bit, but when his father went on to say that his mother could not resist his charms, she blushed making Thorn sure that his father was telling the truth,his mother was a powerful shawoman and therefore not likely to be taking by force by anyone. Thorn blinked coming back to the present to find that in his distraction his father had stolen and eaten his other walnuts...how did mom put up with him? If Thorn was bad his father was much worse. “So Dad, how did you know mom was the one?” Thorn was rewarded by a choking cough sound from his father, Thorn grinned unrepentantly. “Well thats a difficult question.” Thorn was sure it was; love, or at least the concept of love didn’t seem simple. But still he waited for his father’s forthcoming wisdom. “Well she had a certain quality about her you know, something that said to me ‘Atithron you better woe her properly, or you’ll loose her and you won’t find another like her again. So I did.” Thorn crossed his eyes, “Yes but how did you know?” “I told you how I knew.” “Ugh” Thorn said exascerbated. His father patted him on the shoulder, “When the time is right with the right person, you’ll just know. In the meantime work on your skills. That way you will be ble to contribute in some way to the relationship.” The pair sat for a little while, neither used to getting philosophical advice from each other. Thorn basked in the warm spring sun, letting the light absorb into his skin, it was hard to have even a remotely negative thought in ones head on a day like this, not that Thorn had many of those to begin with, , but life was like a game and this felt like a win, NO what other games could he play? What else was out there? New people, new friends, people who were not friends. Maybe a few good brawls awaited him in town, His father looked over at him, dark green eyes glinting in the sun, “ You know, with your height and gems you will not be able to work in Tale for forever, eventually people will recognize you, there are ways to forstall this, but you do not have those skills, I suggest travel and trying to blend in as the people there. To survive as a theif you must become extremely adaptable and clever, for you this will be a particular challenge but I encourage you to experiment with many things.” “Also keep yourself fit and limber too, being slithery will get you out of more trouble then you think.” Atithron paused in his monologue to see his son goggling at him. “Well I didn’t get this good for no reason you know, now go try and sneak up on me I’ll try not to pay attention,: Atithron folded his arms behind his head and leaned back onto the grass emitting a happy sigh and waving his hand at his son. Thorn sidled away to a patch of trees to plot his attack. He sat and pondered for a while, the trick to this would be to approach his father silently, so perhaps he should approach from downwind increasing the chance that any noise he made would be covered by the wind that was the beauty of Tale, the wind was usually never far away. It was like a brother, comforting, soothing and whispering in his ear, Thorn started his approach, creeping slow, drawing on his reserves of patience, it was very hard to sneak up on a sneak he thought. From the way the land curved Thorn could only see his father’s hat. He tensed to spring and something hit him from behind. He tumbled down the hill with what turned out to be his father. Thorn spat out a clod of grass and dirt to find his father once again grinning at him. “What did I tell you about your ears? They are not just for decoration Thorn.” Thorn watched as his Father strutted off, no doubt looking for some other victim to harass with his presence. And people wondered where Thorn got it from. Hah, if only they knew the truth about his crazy adorable little father. That must be it the adorableness. He inhaled the wind which brought him the scent of long grass and sun, what was that? Oh that would be the rain coming, he could smell it too. Good, he liked a good storm, he liked to walk in them. The strong winds pushing and pulling he just couldn’t explain it. But he loved it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 12:28 am
Thorn wandered around the city, keeping his promise to Ime to be around. What he hadn’t counted on was how hard it was not to think of her. It kept him a little more agitated, a little more excited then he was used to being. So he kept drifting, this way that way, looking for anything interesting too look at, there were quite a few interesting things in the city but they only fascinated him for a while before he moved on. There was a giant tree near the center of the city and he propped his back up against it for a while. How many leaflings had this tree seen fall in love? It must be ancient, born well before his father or mother; more like when their parents were born, even their parent’s parents. Thorn pretended he could feel all that wisdom swirling behind him. “What should I do tree?” He got the sense of cheerful slow chuckling. He figured that was tree for “Your on your own.” He had always known he and his family were a little off kilter, but really being oridinary was so boring, no play, no fun, no talking with ancient old trees. What did ordinary people do with themselves? Did attraction feel the same as it did to him? He didn’t think anyone else could rival these feelings. Instead of moving right away he stayed with the tree for a bit. Despite being old and gnarly it was quite comfortable and it felt nice that something was a lot taller than he was, he would have to climb for a while to even reach the lowest branches. He found this amusing and heartening, maybe he did fit within this world. He mused about Ime for a bit, she was such a gentle spirit, he rubbed his mostly healed side with a gentle hand. She was so generous with her skills, she hadn’t known him, a male from another tribe, not a hybrid himself. He understood that some people judged others on their bloodlines, but all one had to do was look at hybrids to understand how interesting and beautiful they were. They could not by their nature be what everyone else considered oridinary and he found that attractive. Besides who wouldn’t want unique crystals, he sort of had them, not many people had their upper back and shoulders encrusted with them. He would be somewhat protected from blows there, that made him feel more confident, he was proud of his crystals. Eventually he got up and wandered back to the pub. She hadn’t been gone for very long and he was already moping...maybe he should go to the healer, he scowled. To think simple emotions could consume your whole life, it wasn’t the most fond thought. No wonder people did silly things for attraction...he knew he would, and a part of him recoiled a little at that. The other part didn’t seem to care and though it well worth it. No doubt his father if asked would laugh and tell him he was young, then hunt down his mother to pinch her bum. Poor Mom. That seemed to be fathers answer to everything, and the disturbing part was he was still walking around and not struck down by his mother’s nature powers so she must not take too much offense at his playfulness. He ordered a drink and some food. Igran noticed him and since the pub was empty except for him came over and pulled out one of the old wooden chairs that managed to add so much charm to his establishment. “So, you look awful.” Was the innkeepers first insightful words of wisdom. Thorn snorted. “Well I had my first encounter with attraction and I think it stuck,” Thorn stirred his drink distractedly with a small stick. He missed the look of amused disconcertion on his friends face. The snort of mirth brought it to his attention. “Ahh the start of a long journey, with her, perhaps with others, welcome to the club kid.” “What club? There is a club?” “Well an unofficial one but you’ll know when your in it, for sure!” Thorn glared. Igran chuckled and explained. “Some people never find that attraction lad, in my opinion they live much simpler lives then the likes of us who are succeptable, but I think they also loose a lot of the potential color. I myself have lost my wife to that disease far back, but I will never forget her, she left her imprint on me. She was my confidant, my friend and my love, I miss her everyday and yet I know she smiles down upon me. I’m sure shes watching right now wishing she could his romantic advice in my ear. Nothing else on Tendaji has given me as much joy as she had and with her strength to guide me I remain whole even after she has left.” Thorn realized his jaw was slightly open and closed it. “Well thats um.. I’m sorry for your loss.” “Aye, but before her I had everything to gain. So my advice to you is to go with the flow, if you two are meant for each other you will know it.” “Thats what Dad said.” “Well, your father does have his...moments.. “ Both men fell into a fit of laughter. The man in question walked in and clapped a hand on his sons prickly shoulder making a big show of shaking his hand out. “Whats so funny?” The innkeep looked at son..then at father, then back at son and the laughter started all over again. “Ahh discussing my many humorous, glamorous feats are we? Well then carry on!” he boomed out then went to get his own ale since Igran made no move to leave his comfortable perch, not that he could since tears of laughter blocked his vision. “That man has the most uncanny timing I tell you.” Igran commented while his father was occupied. Thorn nodded, “Its his gift I think along with a quadruple dose of confidence, I wonder what dating was like the first time for him. Probably swept her right off her feet, poor girl wouldn’t know what hit her.” “Oh really?” “Aye, I know my mother wasn’t his first adventure but that was where he found love. Unfortunately a few of his old flames still haunt his cocky butt. Mom sends rainclouds after them if they find him. Won’t leave him alone the poor bugger, of course he loves it.” “Your mother has more patience then I gave her credit for.” Thorn grinned while his father came back to sit with them and chat. He could wait for her return, might be quite quirky by that time due to the present company but he wanted to explore this new thing more. He knew that absolutely.
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Aukai Oceansoul
Springtime Shapeshifter
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Aukai Oceansoul
Springtime Shapeshifter
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 8:48 pm
Thorn had grown a bit tired of the city so he gave his father a description of Ime and set him to watch out for her while he was away. He decided to take a dip into Jauhar territory for a day or two. The difference was that he didn’t really plan to steal from anyone this time; this would be an exercise to test his camouflage skills instead. Evidently he needed to work on those before he got himself stabbed in something vital. His height, his crystals even his personality could give someone a marker when they delved back into their memories looking for the person who had come close enough to rob them. Being noticeable could eventually be his undoing, but when he thought about the other professions none of them jumped out with the same jazz that his chosen class had. Sure there was danger in the others but not enough intrigue. In thieving you needed to be skilled on two fronts, one was of course weapon based but the other dealt on that shadowy level of going brain to brain with your targets. This took observation, camouflage, timing, calculations and logical skills as well as a solid if biased sense of morality, he and his dad fallowed a currency code, they stole no food, no medicine, just coins and the occasional piece of jewellery or carving, they did not steal form children or the sick, nor pregnant mothers, who were far enough along that they could tell she was pregnant. They had some standards at least but if you chose your targets well you didn’t lose out on any booty. The trick was to be both smart and effective. Thorn arrived in one of the more southern towns and was a bit shocked at the number of Obans who resided there. He and his parents were more sheltered then most and none of them had taken part in the war. His father had been ready to spirit them north into Sauti or even Zena if the battle had not been resolved to his satisfaction. Fortunately the treaty had gone through and they had been able to stay in Tale where their family roots had been since the dawn of time. Thorn didn’t want to think about what might have happened if the Obans had won and broke the dam of their people to pour forth in a river of fire to course over Tendaji in a reverse delta. That spread would have been dire for so many families. Thorn crawled into his cloak making sure it covered him, then before stepping out of the heavy over of the lush ancient rainforest he twisted his leg to an unhealthy angle and dropped one shoulder adding a bit of a twist to his spine and began a rocking gait that had a lot of front to back motion like the rhythm of broad waves rocking a small boat. He got a few odd looks but he thought most of it was the calculation of whether or not he was contagious or just ridiculously old. He kept his head tilted forward to hide the pale skin of his face, the rest of him he had covered in cloth, in hindsight he should have tried this in a much colder climate, he was about to be swimming in sweat. He careened over to the well and took enough water to ensure that he wouldn’t keel over at an inopportune time in his game. So far everything had been going rather well, he seemed for all intents and purposes an old, crippled shifter, not a braw young leafling out of his element and sweating through his clothes. He found a trampled area, perhaps the site of a rescent wedding dance or ceremony, there he crumpled into a heap of clothes with a pronounced wheeze. He closed his eyes for a while, playing the part as steady as he could, letting the gravity of four times his age fall on his bones free of arthritis or pain. Perhaps in his young figurative shifter life he had been more in possession of spryness then sense. Perhaps this had led his character to fall out of a tree which had ended with a broken leg. This old injury subsequently ached in the rain, which was frequent in Jauhar, yes that would do . His father had adives him to make up a probably person and make up their story then pretend that ws who you were. It seemed to work today. A few shifter children came over to pester him with pokes and giggles. Their parents had evidently not seen fit to teach these younglings better manners. Thorn moaned ad shuffled theatrically at them, making them scatter only to return a bit later to continue their quest. One child boldly reached for his hood so he jerked and hissed at the little boy. The kid had spunk. The revelation would have compromised all the work put into the day. Instead of a pruney shfter face, Thorn’s young leaf face with distinctive red hair, green eyes and spikelike crystals would have sent the children of all a twitter to go and tell those closest to them in importance all of what they had seen. Then Thorn would not be able to make this a regular acting place for this particular character like he wanted to. He relaxed back down, the children throroughly cowed away from him back to whichever crannies they had been in before. Then it became an exersize in observation and patience. This particular village had a kind of slow steady hum of activity, not usually entirely quiet but not particularly bustling either. Thorn watched trades, gossip, people watching him, he figured at least a few speculated about where he had come from. This wasn’t a very large town and someone as distinct as he would instigate more than just the children’s curiousity. He got up to walk around some more displaying his state of false unhealthy with the essential toych of moaning that kept people away from him. He was probably lucky that there were no healers within reach or he bet they all would have pounced him. Well there was one particular healer he wouldn’t mind finding him here, but he was in disguise and it would be hard to explain what exactly he was doing. Soon enough he couldn’t handle the heat anymore and he tromped off into the bush and stripped to his pants. It felt glorious to get out of all of those clothes ugh. He took a quick dip in a pond to get his body temperature back to where it should be then headed home, counting the day as an overall success. Back in Tale he relieved his father of duty and cheerfully scouted around a bit more.
Word Count: 1142
Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 6:16 pm
Pickpocket class quest
It had been dry in Tale for months now, any moisture to be had was sucked away by a bone dry wind which began early in the morning, sucking away the dew to be borne on the wind heading for the mountains to be dropped on those slopes instead of the plains where it was most needed. When Thorn breathed his lips cracked no matter how many times he licked them, even his eyes felt scratchy, and he wasn't the only one either from the looks of the others in the market today.
People were rubbing their faces left right and center, sipping from canteens and otherwise sweating profusely, with the exception of the contingent of Obans in town who looked rather happy with the meteorological situation at hand. Thorn was happy that Ime had left for a while, she didn't deserve to be burnt by this hot wind. All it would take in these conditions would be one spark, then all of Tale risked going up in a great conflagration.
No sooner had this thought crossed his mind then shouts started to ring out near the forge. It was fire, the great consumer of all things and it was coming for the town. Vhaos was already taking over the people, Thorn watched the fear spread faster then the fire itself but just as deadly, his mother, a shaman had warned him of the dangers that a fire could bring, especially in Tale. He knew that there needed to be an organized evacuation. He didn’t have much time before no one would listen and it would be too late, he got up on the edge of a well, careful not to fall in. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air and shouted for everyone to listen, he told them in a no nonsense manner with all the authority he could muster to gather their family, not their things, do and to do it now as later could be too late and the fire was already spreading with the help of the wind.
Some people stared at him, some started to move around right away, Thorn made shooing motions and glancing behind himself to check the progress of the flames before repeating his lecture, speech made he jumped to the ground and tried to orient himself in the rush of bodies. Smokestarted to infiltrate along the ground and in pillars in the air, limiting vision as the heat became unbearable.
He made to leave but a feeling held him back, eye twitching, he checked a few of the more well to do houses and scared all of the thieves out of them. Children, he thought self righteously, willing to risk burning for a big score. Thorn marched the lot of young thieves out ahead of him, along the busy road like a band of wayward aldabucks, behind them, the small town was consumed by the flames. He let the adorable little hooligans go at the next village to go pilfer as was their want, he himself was a thief after all.
He had stolen them from their treasure and gave them back their lives. He figured that Ime would be quite proud of him and he preened a little at the thought.
Once he was quite safe, he started to shake as the events of the day caught up with him. He remembered that he was young and what he had accomplished today. Had he really ordered an entire town out of their homes by creating a huge spectacle of himself?
Calling attention to a thief, especially a thief of his imposing stature was the last thing he would ever want to do as so many people would remember him now. But they had all been in danger and he hadn’t even thought, he had just done it. His anonymity was not worth the price of so many lives. He had stepped up and taken responsibility for everyone without really thinking about it. Perhaps he had grown more then he thought.
Now that he had proven to himself that he could be a responsible adult, it was time to start taking life seriously, he wanted to make Ime his forever, maybe have some children if the gods chose to favor them so. If not then the important thing was that he had her love. He knew now that he could provide for her no matter what came their way. He would protect her and love her with every thing he had. If he had to move mountains to get their little family what it needed he would do so stone by stone and hour by hour. It was time to start embracing the future, he would not be quite like his parents, he would be choosing his own path with his sweet little woman.
He would ensure that they were warm, safe and well fed, even if he had to get a little more creative to do so. There were few things in life that really mattered when it came down to it and materialistic passions really were not among them. Love, safety, peace and family were and he had them all. Nothing meant more to him then her.
He would prove his love and commitment to her one way or the other, there really was no other path for him. He had eyes on a few houses that he was dying to show her. It was time to make that hard change in his life, a young man no more. He was becoming the person he was pretty sure that his parents never thought he would be, but to be fair they had never really grown up as free spirited as they were. He had come to maturity late, but it had found him and now despite some consternation he had embraced its influence with open arms, knowing that he would go beyond anything for his Ime.
Speaking of which he had a few burns that she could help him with, seemed she made a side job out of patching him up so here was another excellent opportunity for her to do so. He changed course, heading for her direction, not wanting to be in crispy original recipe Tale, any longer then he had to be. This solo shows Thorn that he has matured mentally and is now ready to take on more responsibility in life, such as making a home with his love and perhaps one day being able to start a family with her, he now feels secure that he will be able to handle it as he has grown from the easy going young one to a more responsible risk taking (for the right reasons) adult.
Aukai Oceansoul
Springtime Shapeshifter
Online
Aukai Oceansoul
Springtime Shapeshifter
Online
Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 8:33 pm
Battle Growth Form
Character Name:Yithiron Class Promotion: [Thief (Bandit) ] Current Location: Tale Journal:Journal RP Growth Point Links: [please list each URL link on its own line, list as many solos and RPs as needed for growth for your stage] EXP Growth Point Links: [please list each URL link on its own line, list as many battles and beast battles as needed for growth for your stage] Class Quest Solo: [This solo should be completed prior to submitting for growth but after all other requirements are completed.] Items: Pelt and fetish, pelt haning at his side underneath fetish. CC. Body Type: Same plus a little more muscle to show growth and aging Preferred Artists: [List your top 2-3, just in case your first pick is unavailable] Livestreaming: Sure ^^
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