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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 2:39 pm
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 2:43 pm
RULES
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 2:44 pm
NEWS
June 5th 2015 • completed Istanell's class quest, where in he has successfully become an archer.
June 5th 2015 • received Istanell's class quest.
May 4th 2015 • received Istanell's official art!
May 1st 2015 • won Istanell in the custom connections event! • set up journal
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 2:45 pm
BIO
Name || Istanell Nicknames || Nelly, Nel, Ista Species || Pure Shifter Gender || Male Preference || Demisexual, Panromantic Age || 20 Height || Taller than average, by a bit Build || Slim, strong arms & flat stomach. Muscles will fill out as he grows more, likely in his arms, shoulders and abs.
Appearance || Pants should be colored #c0ae6f or similar, loose fit closely resembling harem pants (one, two, three). The pants should have rips and a patch or two (can be slightly darker in color or lighter or a different color entirely, up to artist!), should look fairly worn. Sash in the same style of Issaly's but colored #337450 or close to, also looking worn. Feet wrapped like Isaris, though Istanell's should extend up his ankles slightly, which the pants are tucked into. Hair should have a few ribbons running through it, like Isaris, but the color matching his sash. Feather ear cuff. Feather size and color up to artist.
Accessories || Slingshot, his Bow.
Hair || Light gray in color, long in length. Keeps it braided in an intricate manner. (one, two, three for ideas.) Usually slightly messy.
Eyebrows || A shade or two darker than his hair. Thick but well sculpted. Usually drawn downwards in a stern expression. (one.) Eyes || Bright, silvery eyes that are sharp and stern, but not cold. There is often a lot of conflict in his eyes, a struggle as he wonders if he is on the right path. They become quite caring when he is watching his brothers.
Ears || Sightly longer than his brothers, slimmer.
Nose || Very similar to Isaris' nose, though it looks as though it has been broken once or twice in his life time. (Think Owen Wilson, perhaps)
Markings || Scars litter his body fairly heavily due to massive amounts of battle practice, hunting accidents, boyhood accents and even physical altercations with his father. His freshest scar runs heavily across his chest and onto his side, and by far it is his largest scar. He received it during battle with the Oban who attacked.
Crystals || Distinct forehead stones just like his brothers' Isaris and Issaly. Slightly smaller than Isaris' forehead crystals. Positioned just above the bridge of his nose. Near the corner of his left eye is a small crystal. Crystals extend from between his shoulder blades out to his shoulders and down his back in a T formation (like this.) Crystal color up to artist.
Personality || Serious, Ambitious, Protective
Nothing in the world means more to Istanell than his family, nothing comes even remotely close to being on the same level of importance as his family's well being and in all likelihood Istanell believes nothing ever will. His brothers are his drive in life, the reason he wants to keep going. The urge to keep them safe is a huge factor in who Istanell became; a fierce and protective earthling who will sacrifice his own future path to make sure his brothers are free to travel up whichever path they please.
Istanell is certainly no coward. He learned long ago that trying to stand up to his father did not work out well in the long run. He quickly realized the more he played the role of the perfect son the less time his father spent constantly berating his younger brothers. It didn't stop the abusive nature of his father, of course, but it certainly lessened it. Istanell believes it is much more effective to protect his brothers by means of logic rather than emotion. As a result of his logical approach he protects his brothers through well thought out, calculated plans in which he believes will be the best for them in the long run.
During his training there was always fluctuation of his father's grudging approval and grueling displeasure. This caused a very deep seeded need to succeed in Istanell; if he was winning his father's approval it meant his brothers would carry less of a burden. Even when he could see Illian's bitterness in the beginning, he continued to be the golden boy, and would not break just so he could have a better relation with Illian. He knew in his heart that this was the better path to follow.
Though he preferred the bow and was a natural with the weapon, his father scoffed often; A true warrior doesn't wield a cowardly weapon like that… they use a blade! A sword! They fight in close combat, look into their enemies' eyes! Less and less he practiced with his bow, using it only while hunting or the rare day when his father chose not to hover around him and his brothers. Though he is naturally talented with the bow, he works hard with the sword. He pushes himself until the point of exhaustion to keep his father happy… and oddly enough himself. If he has to take up the sword then he will be the best swordsman he can be! The sword, for Istanell, takes much more work and practice… the weapon is just not held as gracefully and easily in his hands. Since his father's death he feels conflicted between picking back up the bow or continuing his work with the sword, knowing that with one weapon he is quite capable and skilled and the other... well the other depends on his will to improve.
Since his separation from his brothers, and his father's death, he is becoming increasingly desperate to get back to the ones he loves. Not conniving or hasty with his decisions normally, war has started to turn him into a more clear reflection of his father. What he is willing to do to get back to his brothers, and what he is willing to do to protect them, has started to cross into territory of morals he's not particularly fond of. He has also grown a great hatred for the the Oban, unforgiving and blaming them for the situation he is in now.
Likes || his brothers, teaching, hunting, pushing his own limits
Dislikes || the Oban, giving up, being separated from his brothers
Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 2:57 pm
HISTORY
As the eldest of his brothers and perhaps the favorite son of his father, Istanell has had a large amount of responsibility on his shoulders since he was quite young. While other younglings were shouting and laughing, having fun and making the most of their youth, Istanell was already being pushed by his father to take up the sword, begin to practice and become a warrior! Often he directly defied his father, practicing with the bow instead. He was often admonished when he tried to shirk his duties, sometimes to the point of physical discipline. This let him test his father's limits, see what boundaries he could push past .
As each new brother was born Istanell felt more and more pressure to bend to his father's will and to become exactly what it was his father needed of him. If he was the golden child it meant that his father would likely ignore the others more often than not, which was both good and bad. He knew there was a good chance his brothers would not understand and might resent him for 'taking' all of their father's ill-awarded attention, but it never stopped Istanell from doing so.
He was very much a 'warrior' in his father's presence, a soldier... an earthling who took orders and did not question them and showed little else of his personality. It was when he could spend time with his Uncle or mother that he felt freer to show his kinder side. Not as apparent as many of his brothers', or as strong, but still there. He encouraged his brothers to follow their Uncle's lead, to embrace who their Uncle was rather than their father. To spend time with their mother, as much as they could, even as she seemed to grow smaller and smaller. Even though he was not unfamiliar with death due to the unfortunate passing of his baby sister, losing their mother had still been very hard for Istanell. Because of his training he did not get to spend as much time with his mother as his brothers did. He threw himself further into his training, which was his way of dealing with the grief.
When his father made the pendant for Issaly he could hardly understand… part of him felt very bitter about this, his father simply did not show kindness unless he felt his sons had accomplished something especially worthy of praise. It made him uneasy, even more protective of Issaly. The eldest was the nursemaid for the infant Issaly, normally going out to fetch him milk, then soft foods when the time came.
When the Battle struck, he led a small team of their best to surprise the attackers from behind. He told his brothers to help keep the tribe safe, and to stay safe themselves. He told them that there was no shame in hiding, that he would find them after the fighting was finished… unfortunately this was not to be. He had witnessed many deaths that day, including that of his father. The battle was chaotic, terrifying. He could remember when the tide began to turn in the Obans' favor, how utterly hopeless he'd felt in the very pit of his stomach. He could remember how badly his body trembled as he fought, how hard it was to hide this terror and defeat from both enemies and allies alike.
One of the last things he remembered from the battle was turning as he ran and spotting Incanthis being dragged along by the Oban. He could remember turning and the rash decision to save Incanthis from the clutches of the Oban at any cost. He could remember opening his mouth to scream out for his brother before a dull pain exploded at the back of his head while the ground reached up to meet him.
When he woke up he was very disoriented and still very frightened. His first thoughts went immediately to the possibility of being captured, but if he had been captured he would be able to find Incanthis and they could find a way to escape together. As he examined his surroundings he could tell he was no longer in or near his village. When he tried to rise, desperate to escape, pain shot through his body and ripped a groan from his mouth. His entire chest was bandaged, and he could see that the movement had caused fresh blood to start seeping through the bandages. He heard movement from somewhere out of his limited vision field and again struggled to get up, injury or not, before a heavy hand was suddenly pressing down on his shoulder and another had come to cover his mouth. Eyes wide and heart pounding, the dread only subsided when a familiar face appeared before him.
"Stay down Istanell, you're badly wounded." The words were uttered in a quiet, firm manner. V'Rin was another youth from his village, one of the earthlings he'd lead into slaughter. V'Rin explained to Istanell much of what he knew, that the Oban had clearly started to win the battle, that many had fled and just like Istanell had seen… Incanthis had been captured. V'Rin could not be sure who else had been taken with the exception of a few captures he'd seen with his own eyes. He went on to explain that he'd ended up knocking Istanell out, had seen the shape Istanell had been in and had seen that he'd been about to dive into a task he couldn't possibly complete; saving his brother from the clutches of the Oban. Reassured the other that there would be time to go back, to find his brothers when he had his strength back and was healed. V'Rin told him their desperate situation, that they were still in Jauhar but far from their village… their need to keep moving, but the limitations due to Istanell's injury.
With war surrounding them though Istanell knew they had little time to just stay in one spot while he healed. Even though it was painful he made it clear to V'Rin that they needed to keep going, despite Istanell's Injury. There were a few close calls but for the most part luck was on their side, and eventually they made it to the border of Tale. When they felt safe enough they finally hunkered down, treated Istanell's wound more closely. Several days passed, then several more. All of the waiting caused Istanell to grow irritable, filled with guilt and hatred for himself because he had failed as the eldest brother… had failed in keeping his brothers' safe. When Istanell was finally able to stand and move with more ease they travelled longer, harder. Kept far away from the battles, the war. They had become refugees… they had become cowards.
By the time the war had broke they had made it to the lands of Sauti. In their fear of strangers it was even longer before they knew that the war was done and over with, that the Oban had been defeated. Presently Istanell has parted ways with V'Rin, headed into Matori as he makes his way to Oba with little else in mind than finding Incanthis. Desperately he wants to return home to his village but knows that Oba is his best shot of relocating his brothers. He still does not know the fate of the other younger brothers, just Incanthis. He does not even know if Incanthis is still with the Oban, or even living for that matter.
Memory
"How much longer?"
Istanell was not unfamiliar with whines that accompanied the time it took to properly braid hair, though at this age it was fairly uncalled for. "If you stopped squirming we would have been done long ago… don't make it so I have to start over again, V'Rin." His tone was fairly calm… but try as he might there was still that edge of annoyance that slipped out. He never remembered getting this annoyed so easily with any of his brothers. The other shifter's hair was much shorter than he was used to working with, only adding to his irritation.
"Again? You've already redone it three times.. you can't possibly need to do it a Four- OW! Hey!"
Istanell hadn't even slapped his hand hard, what a baby V'Rin could be! "I told you, sit still." They fell into a comfortable silence, allowing Istanell's thoughts to wander a little. His fingers moved deftly through V'Rin's hair. A smile formed on his lips as he thought of his mother. She would sometimes call them all over to get their hair braided, just like he was doing for V'Rin. He remembered the first time he'd learned to braid hair. His own hair had been short then, shorter than even V'Rin's. He shut his eyes as he let the memory wash over him, trusting his hands to do the work without having to watch.
"Istanell, sweetheart, you're just in time.. come get your hair done with your brothers."
His mother's words were always kind, gentle as they reached his ears. Always such a stark contrast to his father.. ah. His father… Istanell's gaze flickered wearily around the area before sliding towards his brothers. His eyes landed on Illian first, who had not looked away from their mother as her fingers worked through Isolder's silky hair. Incanthis was laughing joyfully as their uncle Atherio gave the young earthling's hair a playful tug. Inca hardly ever let their mother cut his hair, it was so long and beautiful… unlike his own. His hand floated up on it's own accord, running through the hair that scarcely fell past the tips of his ears now. Just the briefest of touches Istanell was yanking his hand down, angry at himself for how self conscious he was about it. Isaris was in front of him though, latching onto the offending hand.
"Nelly! C'mon, c'mon! Look, momma is doing a special braid today! Just like a fish's tail!" Isaris' hair was even longer than his own, and he was the youngest. Well… soon he would no longer be the youngest, their mother had grown large with another pregnancy. Istanell was excited… but a lot of that excitement was dampened when he thought of his father… or when he let himself think about how much his mother's health had deteriorated.
"…It's too short." His words came out grudgingly, his voice quiet as he pulled his hand gently away from Isaris and ruffled his little brother's yet to be braided hair. "Dad said…" But he suddenly found his mouth frozen, so he looked angrily down at his feet instead. He would not repeat his father's nasty words for his younger brother's to hear. The threat of cutting all of their hair off, because long hair was no use to a warrior. How were you to fight if hair kept getting in your face? At least, that was why his father cut it off two months ago. Istanell didn't really understand, he'd seen plenty of warriors in their village with long hair! Angry tears prickled at the corner of his eyes when he thought of it… he could have just had their mother braid it differently!
"Nelllll-y!" Isaris had leaned up to grab back onto his hand, pulling more adamantly this time.
"Oh, sweetheart…" He didn't want to look up at his mother, didn't want to have to make up some lie about why he didn't want to get his hair braided. Besides, he thought maybe it was really too short to do anything.
"You know, I think your mother could use some help… I think Isaris might piss himself if he has to wait any longer!" His uncle gave a booming laugh as his sister reprimanded him for his language. Istanell did not join in with some of his younger brothers, giggling at their uncle's words.
"I don't know how." Istanell replied cautiously, then chanced looking up a little, the tightness in his eyes alleviating a little. His mother had finished with Isolder, who was bouncing from foot to foot as Illian took his place, careful not to lean back too hard against his mother's stomach.
"Oh yeah please please, do my hair Nell!" Isaris had not given up on his tug-of-war with Istanell's arm.
"Oh it's easy Istanell, you're a smart boy… come sit with Isaris, I'll show you how." His mother had taken one of her delicate hands from Illian's hair, patting the place beside her.
Illian finally looked over. "C'mon already!" His brother huffed out, though it made Istanell's smile return. He let Isaris pull him over, settling himself down beside his mother before laughing.
"Wait a minute, Isa! Give me a moment!" Isaris has practically thrown himself on top of Istanell, excited to get started. When they were finally settled his mother told him to watch, braiding Illian's hair much slower than she normally would. Istanell parted Isaris' hair, watching his mother another moment before he started. He kept looking from Illian's hair to Isaris', frowning slightly because it certainly wasn't coming out as nice.
His tongue poked out as he went slowly, feeling calmed by the activity. After a while everyone's hair was finished except for Isaris', though his youngest brother didn't seem to mind. Illian and Isolder had taken up some rough housing with their uncle, Incanthis had been cuddling with their mother and had fallen asleep. Istanell thought he might fall asleep too, her humming filled the air around them and was very soothing.
He cleared his throat and glanced up at his mother. "Done?" He hadn't meant for it to come out as a question… his father hated when he did that. His mother just smiled. "It looks beautiful, sweetheart."
Istanell beamed up at her, and then started to laugh when she held a finger to her lips and motioned to Isaris, also asleep. She ran her fingers through Istanell's hair before she leaned over and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Don't worry Istanell, it will grow back soon enough." Her words were soft, reassuring.
"Istynell! Istynell help!" Isolder's playful screams dragged him away from his mother and he laughed again as he slowly slipped himself out from under his youngest brother, helping to get him cradled against his mother before racing over to his uncle, Illian and Isolder.
That had been a good day… a rare day that hadn't been filled with training or hunting. Istanell moved to get the ribbon he'd pulled from his own hair, one of the smaller ones, and began to fasten it around the fish tail braid he'd made in V'Rin's hair.
"That's a nice meoldy, where did you learn it?
Istanell's humming cut off immediately when V'Rin called attention to it, he hadn't realized he'd been humming at all. He swallowed and tied the knot, giving the short braid a little tug. "My mother used to hum it when I was small. You're all finished." He gave his V'Rin a shove, sliding to his feet and moving away before the other would try to coerce him into talking about his parents.
"It's going to be dark in a few hours time, we should get moving." Istanell wouldn't give V'Rin a chance to argue that they should camp here again… moving, they needed to keep moving.
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RELATIONSHIPS
KEY ♥ - Feelings unknown, undecided or complicated.
♥ - Stranger, heard of often or barely known. ♥ - Known but disliked or hated. ♥ - Known, neutral. ♥ - Known, budding acquaintances. ♥ - More than an acquaintance, less than a good friend. Mostly someone who is or might become useful. ♥ - Very friendly on a more superficial level. ♥ - Considers a best friend, very close. ♥ - Cares deeply about, as family or considers soul mate.
FAMILY
[♥] • Issao (deceased) • his father, a man he despises.
[♥] • Etheriu (deceased) • his mother, a woman he wished he'd spent more time with.
[♥] • Atherio • his uncle on his mother's side, a Shaman and a man the brothers consider more of a father than their own.
[♥] • Illian • the second born son, the brother who Nel felt most at odds with while his father was still alive. Recently they have been reunited by pure chance. It is clear that five years has made a difference for both brothers.
[♥] • Incanthis • The third born son, perhaps the most gentle of the brothers. Currently the only brother where Istanell has a pretty stable lead on. Headed into Oban territory, where he heard Inca was last.
[♥] • Isolder • the fourth born son, can just as easily make Ista smile as he can get him very annoyed. Current whereabouts are unknown; Istanell is searching desperately for him.
[♥] • Isolde (deceased) • Isolder's twin sister and a younger sibling Istanell only knew for a very short period of time. Still, he loved her very much.
[♥] • Isaris • the fifth born son, who Nel thinks of fondly. Current whereabouts are unknown; Istanell is searching desperately for him.
[♥] • Issaly • the sixth born son, the baby of the family. Istanell sometimes feels that he was more of a father to Issaly than Issao ever was. Current whereabouts are unknown; Istanell is searching desperately for him.
OTHERS
[♥] • Jelanii • a matorian met during a chaotic street brawl in an oban marketplace. Istanell is quite thankful for the other male's presence, even though they were strangers the other male had his back.
[♥] • Kalliope • an oban youth who surprised him with her kindness and innocence. A gentle reminder that not all oban are inherently bad, just the majority of them.
[♥] • V'Rin • a shifter from his home village who happened to nurse Istanell back to health when he was gravely injured in the attack from the Oban. Travelled together for a long while but parted ways when Istanell decided to head into Matori.
Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 3:18 pm
ROLE PLAY LOG
PRENTICE >>COMPLETE • WHEN THE JOURNEY SINKS DEEP TO YOUR BONES Istanell's journey has been long and hard, though he knows things could have been much worse. He is finally very close to the Oban borders, though he is also completely exhausted at this point. • OUT OF DARKNESS COMES LIGHT set somewhere along the Matori/Oba boarders. Istanell has successfully avoided any Oban on his travels, until now. • FIGHT IN THE MARKETPLACE! world event. A fight breaks out in the marketplace. Miraculously enough Illian is present! • AND ALL MY FEATHERS FALLING once the brothers and the Matorian have finally gotten some space away from the on-going brawl Illian and Istanell are given a chance to talk. • WHISPERING TO A TREE now that Istanell has found one brother, in such better health and physical prowess than himself, he can't help but feel a little lost and a lot of self-pity. How can he protect his brothers like he is now? • SOMEHOW TRAVEL ON while looking for Incanthis Istanell runs into Kalli once again, this time in her own homelands. The meeting does not end well, only enforcing some negative thoughts of Oban in Istanell.
>>>INCOMPLETE • PATCH ME UP directly after the street brawl Istanell needs some extra first aid. • THE SILENCE WHERE IT SINGS when Istanell returns from purchasing some first aid items he decides it is more than time to thank Jelanii for his aid in the brawl. • SAY YOUR HEART WILL BE THERE Illian and Istanell go to the market place, where they have it on good authority that their shifter brother will be coming to. When exactly, they aren't sure.
STAGE TWO • set up journal • wait one month after completed art (May 4th ›› June 4th) • 3/3 RPs, ten posts or more • 2/3 journal entries - 3K words total, only two needed. • completed class quest
STAGE THREE • wait two months after completed art (June 20th -> Aug 20th) • 0/5 RPs, ten posts or more • 0/2 battles • 0/3 journal entries • completed class quest
STAGE FOUR • wait two months after completed art • 0/7 RPs, ten posts or more • 0/5 battles • 0/5 journal entries • completed class quest
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