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Ianna Umbridge Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 11:04 pm
 This is a Private Journal. You will need permission from Arrien before you are able to post here. We ask you not to beg Arrien to allow you to purchase, take, or trade her child. They are NOT for sale in the least bit. If you want one, you will have to visit The Ghosts of the Past shop located in Breedable/Changing pets. Concept © Kyrianna
Art © Kyrianna and VechnayaNicolaiAbout VanajaAwakened: 03-20-06 Gender: Female Guardian: Arrien Species: Lesidhe
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:02 am
/'-.-./ Thread Map /'-.-./ ~ [1] introduction
~ [8] home
~ [2] thread map
~ [9] album
~ [3] rules
~ [10] items
~ [4] Vanaja
~ [11] gifts
~ [5] past
~ [12] summary
~ [6] Guardian
~ [13] events
~ [7] friends
~ [14] reserved
~ [15] disclaimer I like to confuse you.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:02 am
/'-.-./ Posting Rules /'-.-./ ~ Please make all posts in-character.
~ Please do not post without permission. People who always have my permission to post are:
--- other Guardians and their GoTPs,
--- any shop-related mule,
--- friends of Vanaja or her Guardian,
--- and those dropping off presents.
~ Follow all rules of Gaia Online. At all times. Period.Thread is under heavy construction.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:02 am
/'-.-./ Vanaja /'-.-./  Name: Vanaja Green Kingston
Guardian: Danny Kingston
Was A: Lesidhe
Origin: Ireland
Date of Arrival: March 30th
Date of Wisping: Apr. 15th
Date of Ghosting: July 6th
Date of Birth: Sept. 17th
Known powers: Photosynthesis?, speaks bird?.
Hair: Shortish grass-like strands of green, a few leafy twigs as well, all smoothed downward.
Eyes: Soft pinkish-purple with heavy eyelashes, with small green-yellow gems half-circling the bottom of each.
Skin: Dark brown with bright yellow-green markings along the ankles, neck, and wrists.
Other traits: Fern-tail, leafy twigs embracing her limbs.
(more to come)May I present, the arrival of Miss Vanaja.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:03 am
/'-.-./ That Which was Lost /'-.-./ (highlight to read)
Love is a funny thing. It always has been, and probably, it always will be. At the same time that it unites, it can tear apart; even as it creates great blessings, it can force horrendous tragedies. It creates new life with every passing day, but has also inadvertently caused many deaths. Consider those who fight wars for the love of their country. Those who lift guns for the love of their families. Those who destroy the unknown for the love of those that could be harmed by it. Granted, there are other emotions that are in play in those situations as well; fear, anger, ignorance. Love may well simply be a justification... but that is still a flaw, and one that plays a very large part in our story.
It was a long time ago, and far away from the comfort of our armchairs and computers. Across the seas for some of us, maybe just a quick car trip for others... who knows, maybe a few people could simply walk and stand in the same place as, long ago, the Lesidhe once wandered. The Lesidhe were the people of the forest, those who had a tongue for the trees to speak through and hands for the animals to work through. Among the leaves and branches of their tree-covered lands, they were all but invisible, their own barky skin and green extremities indistinguishable from the nature around them- and this was not only good, this was the height of ecstasy for them. Their love- love, love, that dangerous word, love- was the wilds, to be a part of the greater world around them. While the humans sowed their fields and built their homes and paved their streets and smithed their weapons, the Lesidhe danced with the wind-strewn leaves out in the woods. They sang out the song of the mocking bird, and they soaked in the wisdom of their elders and whispered the words of the trees to those who were ready to listen. They were the Law, the only Law that the woods could abide by; they were the Guardians, the only Guardians that the woods could trust; and they were the Voice, the only Voice that the woods could give to the humans that approached ever nearer to its borders.
Nearer. And nearer. Oh, the humans were ambitious; even as they laid their claims to the sand-coated beaches, the cloud-gathering mountains, the plains and the riverbanks and all else that the lands had to offer, they eyed the woods of the Lesidhe. It wasn't long until strangers came into their midst, dressed in heavy clothes and speaking with voices that could barely be called human and with skin so dark it could be mistaken for tree bark, speaking warnings to the humans of the perils that awaited them between the trees of those woods... ah, but not even the frightening prophecies would deter them. They crafted themselves axes, the steel strong and deadly, and with mighty swings that sent trembles through the very land of the forests, they hacked away at the fringes of the forest and claimed the trees for their own.
When dusk came and the lumberjacks returned weary to their homes, they noticed nothing of the mysterious mushrooms that had sprouted around their homes and encircled them. If they had, they would have thought immediately of the faerie rings and known the warning they posed- ignorant of the sign and tired from so much work, they merely entered their homes and went about their business, soon falling into a deep slumber with no thought of the strange warnings the strangers had given.
As it turned out, retribution was swift and terrible upon those that had killed so many trees, and morning brought with it the disturbingly beautiful scenes of the woodcutters' dooms. In but one night, each and every lumberjack's house was strangled by weeds and vines and ivy, the doors held shut by the strong growths. The insides of the houses were filled with tall grass and flowers, with not a single sign remaining of its former denizens save, perhaps, a few claw marks in the heavy coating of moss covering the walls- marks which were already disappearing under fresh growth. Those that had been trapped within the buildings repaid the forest for its losses by feeding its children with their own bodies, a sentence imposed and granted by those that were nature's Law and Guardian and Voice.
This warning, the humans heeded. The Laws of the forest bore terrible consequences indeed, and whether they liked it or no, the humans learned quickly what was and was not permitted within the forest borders- either through the quiet whispers of knowledgeable strangers that came in the night and left by the dawn, or by the far more harsh method of death when a Law was broken. The Forest bore no mercy for the humans that would wander through it, and even the smallest of mistakes would be answered by a mysterious execution. And yet, the humans could still not leave the forest alone; every year another fool challenged the Laws, and even though the fate they met would be death, another one would come anon to challenge anew.
It was perhaps unsurprising then that, outraged by the constant idiocy of humans, a stranger arrived in the human's village one day to declare one new, ultimate Law. Any human that wandered between the trees of the forest would be answered with death, with no exception! Any human that thought this was a bluff died swiftly, and the rest quickly learned to keep themselves to the lands already claimed. They were of course discontent with this, but against what seemed to them to be the very force of nature itself, what else could they do?
With this new Law, the strangers no longer appeared among the humans; there was no call to, for the Law of the forest became the laws of the people. Once more could the Lesidhe revel in the glory of nature without fear for the safety of that which they loved- yes, that word- loved so dearly, for the Law protected them all. If a human strayed into the woods, the Lesidhe acted in turn to deal with the threat immediately, acting as a group of individual killers to guard their precious forests.
There was a good deal of sadness to this story, of course. For what was a victory to the Lesidhe was a terrible plague to the humans. As the animals fled to the safety of the protected forests, the humans found less and less food to support their ever-growing population. The great bounty that the woods had to offer, the innocent bounties of medicinal herbs and fair hunting and good berries, were unreachable. Humans were adaptable, of course, and could make do with what was available- however, there was no hiding the great treasure that the forest was accumulating, and the constant temptation drew their greatest hunters to bring back food and, haunted by the taunting cries of a mocking bird, would never be seen again.
Strangely enough, it was not the great hunters that would be able to truly challenge the Law of the forest. Change was brought, as it so often is, by only a small child that foolishly strayed into the woods, challenged by his peers to catch some game by sundown. Boastful and arrogant, the child did not back down from the dare and ventured forth. Children often played through the fringes of the woods without drawing the ire of the forest's Guardians- after all, children were always the ones that were closest to nature, and it was almost difficult to consider them the same sort of creatures as humans were- and so it was not until he had wandered deep into the woods that the Lesidhe took notice of his presence and, murmuring among themselves, began to decide the fate of the foolish child. They could not let such a challenge go unanswered, but was it really their will to kill a young boy?
It was decided- their will was not to kill one so young. But that did not mean that their will was to allow such a boy to wander their woods unpunished! And so it was that the boy began to hear the jeer of a mocking bird, challenging for him to catch it. With the boundless enthusiasm of youth, he chased after the sound- for how was he to know it was not a mocking bird that was calling him, but a Lesidhe intent on mischief? Back at the village, it was approaching nightfall, and the boy had not yet returned. As the sun fizzled away beneath the horizon, his friends grew full of worry and guilt; had he become lost? Was he hurt? Had the forest killed him? Even though they swore themselves to silence and returned home, their silence was too clear a sign to their parents that something was wrong- and when news spread that one of the children was missing, the truth was forced out of them soon enough. The boy had gone into the woods on a dare, and he had not come back.
The villagers met, angry and fearful. As the parents grieved so loudly over the boy that they love-love-loved so, the village elders spoke amongst each other to decide what must be done. Long had they permitted the forest to rule their actions, but that was only because such actions could be prevented easily with a little common sense; if the forest had decided to prey on those without enough sense to protect themselves, however, action must be taken. The forest had killed the child, and this was not disputed amongst the humans. It was clear that the human village could not coexist with the forest, and therefore, the forest must be destroyed.
Torches were lit, and vows were cried to the sky. The humans advanced on the forest and, with no more mercy than they thought the forest had shown the child, cast their torches onto the bushes and branches. Smoke rose quickly, all but invisible on top of the night sky; but though the Lesidhe could not see the fire, they felt the trees screaming through the deepest roots of the forest, and all rushed quickly to the defense of their beloved woods.
All, that is, but one. That one was too busy singing the song of a mockingbird, chortling to itself of the confusion on the boy's face as he slumped to the ground, panting and tired from the long chase. Such a silly creature, this boy was! So silly, in fact, the Lesidhe could not believe that such a thing could ever grow to be a threat to the forest like the older humans, the like of which it had hunted down many times before. The Lesidhe watched as the boy cast his eyes to the darkened sky with a suddenly terrified look. It was late, and he should be home- he knew, no doubt, the trouble that he would be in. He said as much aloud, getting to his feet and casting his gaze around. Which way was home?
The mockingbird sang out; the boy ignored it, picking a direction and beginning to walk, wildly hoping that it was the proper direction he was set off in. When the sounds of the mockingbird began to follow him, the boy turned and tried to spot it... but as usual, nothing was there. He was not playing this hunting game any more, he said aloud- he was trying to go home. The Lesidhe followed the boy in silence, keeping an eye on his movements to ascertain that he would do nothing that might harm the forest as he wandered, lost, further and further from home. The boy's face grew more and more scared as he continued on, his movements more clumsy as he grew tired and panicked. He could not find his way home, the Lesidhe soon realized; he had left home, and now he could not find his way. It was as if the Lesidhe wandered disguised through a human town and could not find its way back to the forest- it thought of how horribly lonely it would feel, how terrified and anxious, and knew that that must be how the boy felt.
Even as it began to resolve itself to having to somehow assist the boy to finding his way back to the human village, that same village had become the stage for the last and greatest skirmish between humans and Lesidhe. As the fire burned away in the background, with several Lesidhe desperately trying to smother its terrible hunger, the Guardians were already working to their revenge. Vines sprouted from the ground and tried to crush humans in their grasp, while wolves tore through the flesh of the man-beings and howled their frustration to the skies. Animals met their fates at the end of the pitchforks and sickles of the farmers, and many of the creatures fell to the fire even before they could join the fight. The ground was soaked with man-blood and covered with the ashes of the forest, while the women and children of the humans hid while the birds and smaller creatures of the forest fled for safety.
News of the battle reached the ears of the lone Lesidhe at last as these animals ran by, screaming their fear as they passed and giving the news in bits and pieces. The humans said that forest took the life of a human-child, and for that, they were trying to kill the forest. The two sides were killing each other, and soon there would be nothing left of either the village or forest. Hearing at last the death-cries of the trees, so far off in the distance, the Lesidhe felt heavy the shame of not being there to fight with its brethren; but, perhaps, it could still be of some help. Emerging abruptly to the child, the Lesidhe commanded the boy to be calm and told the situation, and promised to get the boy back to the village if he would agree to try and stop the fighting. The boy promised without a second thought, and the two set off towards the village as swiftly as the Lesidhe could bear them.
When they arrived, however, it was to a desperate-looking scene. Human bodies littered the ground- the fires were fanning out of control. The remaining Lesidhe might have been able to contain it, if only they were not so intent on their vengeance on the remaining humans... and the remaining humans held their own. For every man that fell, a wolf did as well. Rarer were the bodies of the Lesidhe, but there were so few left, so few....
Carrying the human boy upon its back, the Lesidhe called out dramatically for an end to the fray, pleaded to its brothers to turn away and save the forests they loved so. It held out the child as proof of no wrongdoing, and the boy cried for an end to the battle as well as he was set on the ground.
Theoretically, this is where it should have all ended. The Lesidhe certainly thought so- its fellows had listened and were already retreating from the fight, for its words had rang true- the forests they loved (that word!) were clearly of more importance. The humans had their boy-child, and there was no more call to battle.
However, there was too much hot blood amongst the humans for this to end perfectly. The men did not trust their own eyes, and regarded the appearance of one of the "evil" creatures holding a creature that looked (but, of course, could not be) the boy they had lost as sheer mockery. It was, ironically, the father of the lost boy himself that fired the first arrow. His aim was good and true, and the arrowhead bit deep into the flesh of the creature that taunted him with the visage of his certainly dead son. This attack only set off a flurry of others from his fellows, who charged the attack on their one remaining target. The Lesidhe quickly succumbed to the wounds and fell dead to the ground, the little boy screaming in terror and disbelief before being felled himself.
The Lesidhe's demoralized brothers, already retreating from the fight to save the forest from the fires, did not return to avenge its death- probably for the best, for the entire forest might have been lost and every last Lesidhe might have perished in the battle. The flames were soon extinguished and the remaining Lesidhe, heart-heavy and battle-worn, retreated to the furthest reaches of the forest. The humans won control of the forests and proceeded to use them to whatever means they desired- and never again did the Lesidhe challenge the humans for dominion, but rather lived scarcely and quietly, so much so that it is hard to say whether they lived at all. And so it was. I am the bottom line.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:03 am
/'-.-./ Danny /'-.-./ You could describe Danny as a typical sort of college student. Twenty-two years in age, she doesn't especially drink, though she has been known to smoke with friends from time to time. She isn't especially attractive, though she isn't not attractive; brown hair, brown eyes, there's simply nothing spectacular about her appearence to make her stand out. She has a job, she has school, she pays for her own way in all things. Her grades aren't stellar, but she gets by. She might not have a good job, but she works hard at it (or at least, harder than her good-for-nothing coworkers) and makes a living. She has been planning her ideal life since she was very young- this means graduating from college, getting her master's and earning herself a good career, marrying in her late twenties, having two children (one boy, one girl)... so on and so forth.
Needless to say, getting saddled with a kid while she's barely got enough money to cover her living expenses was not what she planned for. Once her common sense and healthy skepticism were crushed by the illogical means of magic, though, she seems to have come around and become determined to do what she can to be a good mother-type person.
DECEASEDYeah... so it's a pretty stick. What should I do with it?
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:03 am
/'-.-./ Friends /'-.-./
Xtol: Xtol is the most common ghost child to show up in Vana's life; for that reason, no doubt, she considers him to be one of her closest friends. Of course, that doesn't mean too much just now, baby as she is... the point still stands, though.
Kishi: Vana noted her. Kishi didn't seem to do the same for her. That about covers it.
Yashima: Vana wasn't very responsive, but she seemed to like the fox boy... maybe. It was hard to tell. If she met him again, maybe Danny could be sure. Yashi himself seemed a bit disappointed in Vana for some reason, but none too bothered by her, at least.
Too-ya-la-kekt: Just a day or so after Vana became a baby ghost, she met the first friend that Danny could be certain she liked. She and Too-ya omet only briefly, but they seemed to be very excited with one another; Danny now has Sara's number, in the hopes of setting up future playdates for the ghost children.
Yui: A little vampire-in-the-ghosting, according to her guardian, Raven. While Danny was having an unwanted heart-to-heart with Raven, Vana was looking after Yui. Honestly, the green ghost might have taken the matter a little bit more seriously than she ought to, acting overprotective over the tired wisp... but she certainly seemed to enjoy the responsibility, and regarded Yui rather fondly.
Aleksandr: Vana and Alek just got off onto the wrong foot, and that's that. While Vana was looking after Yui, Alek came marching up and went right into her territory while she was in babysitter mode. Vana and aggressive are two things that just don't make sense, but that was about as up in arms as anyone's ever seen her. Vana settled down about the matter after Alek's guardian apologized, but sheesh....A tree is a rather unremarkable thing unless it is one of a forest.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:03 am
/'-.-./ Home /'-.-./ Danny and Vanaja live in an apartment complex in Durem called "Riverwoods Terrace", located in the northern part of the city, right on the line between the urban and suburban outskirts. Their apartment is small but generally well-kempt, featuring one master bedroom, a storage room turned bedroom, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen/dining room. They live right next to the back parking lot and a street that passes by there, causing their apartment to be rather noisy during the day (and still not entirely quiet at night). It's supposedly low priced, though, so Danny has been more than willing to overlook those flaws.
Vanaja's Bedroom:
As long as it's got air-conditioning, it's good by me.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:04 am
/'-.-./ Photo Album /'-.-./ 
Danny: This is how it looked when I got my stick. Yep. Just... a stick. I mean, granted, it was a bit of an odd stick; there's all those emeralds, and that weird green eye-like thing. Plenty of odd things to at least make it clear that it isn't, say, something your dog might play with in the back yard. But still! Can you blame me for having been so disbelieving? I mean, if some lady came up to you and told you that this STICK was gonna be a baby someday, would you listen?... Yeah. That's what I thought.
Danny: Ah... I remember well the moment when the wand wisped. I wasn't actually paying attention- too bad, I guess, it might have been neat to be looking at the wand when the wisp-ghost-baby emerged. But I was too busy trying to tell off my coworkers. The wand wisped just at the right time to give those lazy good-for-nothings the spook of their life... heh heh. I can tell. This kid and I, we're gonna get along just fine.
Danny: Man... a note to any of you that have wands or wisps right now. Whatever you do, never, ever lost sight that somewhere in that weird stick or trapped in that practically-nothing form, there's a real baby in there. I know it's hard to remember sometimes, but don't lose sight of it. And even if you are just in this to see the day they become "real", don't ever stop loving them for what they are right now, all right? I can barely believe that Green got this far, after what a crummy guardian I've been... but she has. And I'm so proud of her.
Danny: Holyshitholyshitholyshit. The second I start to think that she's gonna be a wisp forever, look what happens! Can you believe this kid? I mean, oh my god. She's gorgeous, and beyond gorgeous. I worry after her, though. That tail is awfully delicate, and I'm terrified that I might break it somehow, or pull off a leaf, and it'll hurt her or something. I can't really put any clothes on her, either, without risking the same thing... but my God. I can barely believe it... I have a baby....One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings, five rings....
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:04 am
/'-.-./ Items /'-.-./ 
Danny: This is an Irish harp given to Vana by her grandmother, in the hopes that she might one day follow in her footsteps of becoming a harpist. Really... I guess I'm not so sure how I feels about this present. I mean, I love my Mom and all, but she gave me Hell when I was a kid over learning the harp, and I'd really, really hate to see Vana just let herself be herded into filling a mold she might not want... but heck, if she enjoys the harp, then good for her, right?
Vana: *runs her hand over the wooden stand and rustles her tail*Mmm... materialism.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:04 am
/'-.-./ Gifts /'-.-./ (Coming someday.)Even better! Justifiable materialism!
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:05 am
/'-.-./ Summary /'-.-./ Mar. 30th, 2k6: Danny gets a strange-looking stick to take home.
Apr. 15th, 2k6: The stick-wand wisps into a little green ghostie!
July 6th, 2k6: The little green ghostie blossoms into a bigger one....
Sept. 17th, 2k6: Amazing! The ghost changes at last into a solid, breathing baby!Because I know the pain of trying to read someone else's fourty-page thread.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:05 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:06 am
/'-.-./ Reserved /'-.-./ (Coming someday.)If a tree falls in a forest, and no one is there to hear it....
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 12:06 am
/'-.-./ Disclaimer /'-.-./ ~ The Ghosts of the Past concept belongs to Kyrianna.
~ The art is copyright to Kyrianna and VechnayaNicolai.
~ Vanaja and Danny are characters belonging to Arrien.
~ All individual posts, arts, and other such things belong to their respective creators.Word up.
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