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 Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2020 6:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2020 9:21 am
Table of Contents / Rules / Contact Information ToC
Staff Post
-Cert, Link to Official Uncert & Inventory
Table of Contents & Rules
Basic Info
History
RP Log
Art (Official and Non)
Growth Requirements
Rules
Do not post in this thread unless you are staff, myself, or invited first. By posting this I am agreeing to follow ToS and shop rules, so I would invite the reader to do the same.
Contact Information
I am always open for plotting/rps! That being said, some ways you can contact me are listed below;
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Discord: PaintedMoose *1121
Old Journal - x
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2020 9:27 am
Ai Nicknames: "Boogie Man" of Tendaji
Race: Alkidike
Gender: Female
Significant Other: N/A
Physical Description: On the shorter side for an alkidike with a muscular build and a roman nose
Personality:
Ai is an uncultured creature. She's fierce in her approach to life, as all of her actions determine the likelihood of her own survival. There is no hesitancy about her when it comes to getting violent, even when she's outnumbered. There are no personal boundaries with her; if you have something she wants/needs, she'll take it, one way or the other. Her uncontrolled nature is what has led to a nasty reputation as an extremist, even at an early age. Those that come across her know she isn't likely to be reasoned with, and it's only by Aisha's good graces that they're able to walk away from such an encounter alive.
Her murderous wrath is only taken out on those who are not pure Alkidike. Sympathizers will get only one free pass before being lumped in with the rest. Hybrids in her eyes should be killed the moment they are born, as well as the wretches who dare create such an ungoddessly creatures. For the most part Ai abhors torture; she isn't psychotic, just focused. In her eyes earthlings had their place a long time ago, but they have since over stepped that line. Now is the time for action; if they won't agree to submit, then mass murder is the only way.
Revenge is said to be best served cold, but not when white hot fury runs so strongly in one's blood. Ai has always been a vengeful, spiteful girl who takes the slightest little insult to heart. One child had the misfortune of playing with her doll without permission, and accidentally dropping it into some mud. Ai "accidentally" almost drowned her in that same mud puddle.
She's the type of woman that is scariest when she's at her quietest. It usually signifies that she's up to no good, and scheming something so heinous it cannot be spoken aloud. Her criticism of others is often personalized to dig the deepest instead of being constructive.
Ai at her core is very devoted to her Goddess and to her people. Her very way of life is worth risking everything for. Better to have others hate and fear her than to have her sisters tainted by lesser influences. While most consider her a fanatic, Ai knows in her heart that her extreme actions are the only way to insure that her people do not diverge from the path that Aisha has led them down.
A special 'ritual' is performed each time she slays a hybrid of her own blood. She says a special prayer over them, and places her palm on their forehead. It's her way of helping them to atone for their 'sin'; the sin of simply existing. In Ai's mind the only true way to rectify that is by death, and she truly hopes that in the next life they will be born again with pure blood.
Interesting Facts:
--was exiled at 14
--murdered her mother when she came to get her
--is actually very artistic. She's made a variety of paints with local fauna and in a secret cave has decorated the inside to resemble Chibale
--has two keldari she uses in battle
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2020 9:30 am
History This story begins much the same as any Alkidikes. Two young Blades, named Vilasini and Xai, had just cemented their love in a bonding ceremony, and asked Aisha for a lotus. The pairing wasn't made to wait long; within a short time not one, but two blossoms were made known to them. They were ecstatic!
In the beginning all was beautiful and grand. The girls grew as close as any sister pair, and began to develop relationships with friends their own age. However, that didn't mean they never fought; in fact, as well as being best friends they were bitter rivals. Vilasini encouraged them to get along, but she was always overpowered by Xai, who wished for healthy competition between her daughters. "They'll grow weak if you coddle them." So it came to be that for every moment of joy the sisters shared there was a moment of spite as well. Iona excelled at the bow, while her sister Ai was better suited for the sword.
On their own the girls were separate entities. Iona had a bleeding heart; she cared deeply for everyone, and found it difficult to accept the teachings of her mother, Xai. She wanted her daughters to accept the 'true' way of life, and to never lower themselves to mate with anything other than a pure Alkidike. This had become a problem in Xai's eyes, and often she would meet with other like minded sisters to discuss strategies to rectify it.
Unlike her sister, Ai fell in line. She came to know Xai's teachings as truth, and would often get into fights with her sister about the subject. As Iona grew a rift opened between her and her family, one that ultimately caused her to run away from home at the tender age of thirteen. The loss hit Vilasini the hardest; she had tried to convince her daughter to stay, to see reason, but she proclaimed that if this was really what Aisha wanted then she wouldn't have made hybrids in the first place! The mystics had to be wrong, everyone was wrong, and she wasn't going to listen to it anymore.
Ai was never so glad as when her sister left. The weak link in the chain had been cut off, or so Xai explained to her. In all honesty Ai felt personally to blame. How could she not have seen how blind her sister had become? To think that hybrids served a purpose in this world...those mongrels, what could they do? Other than to ruin everything the Alkidike had tried to build.
As the years passed Ai grew stronger. Vilasini had grown despondent and quiet, something that concerned Ai, but not overly so. Her mother was simply weak willed, and a probable cause as to why Iona had turned out the way she had. Maybe it was an inherited trait? Either way, Ai began to take a stronger roll in Xai's group, easily taking on the mantle of 'extremist' if that meant keeping true to her faith. She took a few hybrid lives, fought many more, and pressed her views on her weaker sisters. Neither of her mothers tried to dissuade her from going to Sauti to help with the invasion; Xai was too proud, and Vilasini was simply too depressed to care.
It was one of the best moments of her life. Xai had never seemed so pleased with her child, and Ai basked in her mother's affection. The knowledge that she was doing something right, under the Matron's own guidance, was thrilling to her. How was she to have known just how terribly the battle would be? In an instant all of her pride, all of her devotion and hate came to the surface in an attempt to survive.
It hadn't been easy. Xai had tried to stay by her, but her mother was ultimately separated from her during the fight. Ai wasn't nearly trained enough to compete with the more experienced earthling fighters, but seeing her own sisters, the traitors, fighting against them fueled her. She pressed onward, cutting down as many as she could before spotting her.
In the midst of battle Ai saw her sister, Iona, fighting side by side with an Oban male. Time seemed to stop as the sisters found each other. How could she...what was Iona thinking?! Didn't she have any pride left in her?! Iona seemed just as surprised to find Ai, and heartbreak shown bright on her features. Before she could try to convince her sister to lay down her arms Ai charged. With one blade raised high, ready to cut her sister down, the Oban man caught her in the gut with an armored fist. The force of the blow stole the air from her lungs, and forced the world to go dark around her.
When she awoke she found herself being carried by a rather large, rather imposing male figure. Her body was tied down by lengths of rope, mouth gagged with a piece of cloth. From her limited view over his shoulder she could see Iona, walking alongside a group of earthlings, who seemed to be shuffling her people somewhere. Iona couldn't meet her sister's gaze. They were both so young, so unprepared, but a deep rooted sadness seeped from Iona.
Ai tried to spit obscenities at her. She tried to tell her how worthless she was, how she didn't' deserve the blood in her veins, and many, many other things. But she couldn't, not with the gag in her mouth. She fought and kicked at her 'carrier' but he held tight, and it was only then that she realized the same man who had hit her was now carrying her. What in the..?
"Ai, mother's dead." Iona murmured. When Ai looked up Iona was closer, and looking up at her with a baleful gaze. "A sorcerer set her on fire..." She nearly choked up speaking about it. "I can...I can still hear her...Please, you have to say you'll get better. That you've changed your mind and you want to stay with me. I can help you Ai; I can open your heart but I can't do that where they're taking you."
Ai furrowed her brow. Taking me? Taking me where?! And all too soon she found out what had happened. They had lost. Everything was being ripped away from them, and Ai...Ai was being taken with the rest to the exiled island; Yael.
Despite her sister's pleas Ai didn't struggle. She went willingly with her sisters in arms. They may have lost the fight, but she wouldn't dare lose her pride. When Iona made her final stand Ai said nothing, though she did spit at her sister's feet. "I'll be back sister, and when I do, I'll set you on fire."
And with her final words said, Ai began her life in exile.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2020 9:32 am
RP Log S3
[5] Treacherous Deserters - Zandala
[5] Temporary Alliance - Lucijah
[5] Helping Hands - Lucijah
[5] New Year New Me - Lucijah
[5] Greatest Fear - LUCIJAH
[5] Celestial Omens - Lucijah
[5] The Thing - Lucijah
[5] Strange Faces - Vermina
[5] Pickpocket! - Lucijah
[5] Honoring Those Who Are Gone - WE
[5] Don't Get Mad; Get Even - Lucijah
[5] Season In The Sun - Visha
[5] Visions of Glass - Kyril
S4
[WE] Picking Out The Perfect Gift - Lucijah
[Matori] Oh its YOU - Lucijah
[Yael] Cave of Wonders - Lucijah
[Yael] Home Sweet Hovel - Lucijah
[Yael] Well...now what? - Lucijah
[Yael] Stories by the Cliff - Zivah
[Yael] A Long Time Coming - Fam
[Yael] Gentle Conversations - Heike
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2020 9:36 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2020 9:38 am
Growth Reqs Stage 3 Growth Form Character Name: Ai
Class Promotion: Amazon
Current Location: Oba [will be returning to Zinris]
Journal: x
Growth Point Links: [75/75]
[2] Ceylinae
[2] Taijana
[5] Treacherous Deserters - Zandala
[5] Temporary Alliance - Lucijah
[3] META
[5] Helping Hands - Lucijah
[5] New Year New Me - Lucijah
[5] Greatest Fear - LUCIJAH
[5] Celestial Omens - Lucijah
[5] The Thing - Lucijah
[5] Strange Faces - Vermina
[5] Pickpocket! - Lucijah
[5] Honoring Those Who Are Gone - WE
[5] Don't Get Mad; Get Even - Lucijah
[5] Season In The Sun - Visha
[5] Visions of Glass - Kyril
[3] Solo1
Class Quest Solo: x
Physical Description: Hair can either remain the same [shaved on the side] or be changed up. Artist choice!
Outfit inspos; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. I would still prefer colors to be red/blacks/greys please.
I'd also like her to keep her pierced ears!
Idea for her swords.
Body Type: Short, muscular, and a roman nose. Has a massive scar across her gut like someone tried to eviscerate her, as well as a variety of other scars and she's missing her pinky/ring fingers from her right hand.
Preferred Artists: Kana [Full/Any Colorist], Scar [Full/AnyColorist]
WIPs: Sure
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2021 11:51 am
Stage 3 - Solo One It had been so long since Ai had seen the jungles of Jauhar that the sight nearly took her breath away.
“It’s so bright.” Came a voice at her side and Ai turned to see a fellow Aishan walking beside her, a spear held loosely in her hands as she gawked at the sights. They’d offered to come as guards for the young mystic for her summit with the Aishan mystic, but no one had been truly prepared for the emotional impact seeing Jauhar again would bring to them.
She knew the other woman to be Usa; a mother of six and grandmother to two. When they’d first been brought to Yael she’d been far skinnier than she was now with a hardened edge. These days Usa was a little pudgier around the middle, mostly due to her age, and she seemed more at ease. Almost as if she were happy just to have settled. Ai envied her in that.
Of course, these days with all the uncertainty surrounding Elzira and her decaying state no one was truly calm. There was so much worry that they’d leapt at the chance for anything to help even if it was as radical as going back to Chibale.
Fungi blooms as large as her head brushed Ai’s arm as she passed and the alkidike stopped to take notice of them. She couldn’t believe how much she’d missed their glow or the near infantile softness they retained. No amount of memories or drawings could relive this. The trees were as tall as the sky itself in hues so deep that Yael simply couldn’t compare. She could even see that several sisters were stopping to take bits of tree bark with them and it wasn’t until Usa reminded her of it’s medicinal qualities that Ai herself took some scrapings. Why had she never known that a tea made by steeping the bark could cure inflammation? Had she simply never been taught or had her mind been wrapped up with other things that she simply never cared?
Crystals jutted out from the ground at all angles, oftentimes causing the entire group to detour just to avoid them, but there were never any real complaints. Just seeing them again brought about so much chatter that it was damn near excitement. They were here for a purpose, a summit to possibly bring peace among their tribes and yet the women who had been exiled from these lands finally were able to see home once more. Usa herself stopped to comment on them, commenting on how much her lover had adored the really dark ones when they had lived here, and moved on.
Of course no one was blind enough not to be wary of the vines. Under normal circumstances vines could be manipulated into a variety of helpful items, but one in particular would strangle it’s prey and consume them. Unfortunately, they had been reminded the hard way when one such vine took the life of an Elarian. She hadn’t been paying attention, had been too busy chatting with friends, and in an instant her life was forfeit. By the time anyone had even noticed the few Elaria had snuck off it was too late and her friends returned with a newfound fear in their hearts.
When they stopped to camp for the night Ai noticed a variety of groupings. Of course there was the mystic and her entourage, but there was also the younger Elarians huddled together. As entranced as they were by the newness of it all there was also a fear there. She’d heard them talk a few times about what would happen to them once they reached Chibale, if they’d be turned away or even attacked. Some were ready for a confrontation while others were debating turning tail.
As for the alkidikes they knew to be wary. Even if they weren’t told to do so they’d begun a rotating guard shift, as if the thought of ‘relaxing’ didn’t exist. Their blood thrummed with anxiety in much the same way a bow’s string would quiver when it was pulled too tight. Surely someone had to have seen them by now. They were being watched, Ai just knew it, and all she had to do was find them-
“Come on now, sit.” Usa motioned for Ai to follow her and she debated on telling the other alkidike to shove off. When an Elarian stepped up with her alkidike mother to take Ai’s place, however, she found the fight starting to wane. “If you don’t eat now the food will get cold.”
Cooked Maglardilla had been a delicacy that Ai had dreamed off for years. Explaining to the Elaria about the complex flavors that a roast bug could hold was impossible. They didn’t see how amazing it’s flavors could be when mixed with a little bit of seasoning, perhaps some additional animal fats and Goddess it was just the best. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of it! For the first time since arriving in Jauhar she was really and truly calm. There was a summit looming, of course, but the familiarity of it all was hard not to get sucked into. What was the harm in just enjoying herself for one night? To just…breath, for once? And relive a childhood she never really had?
“Want a second helping?”
“Do you even have to ask?” Ai smirked.
[901]
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2021 1:18 pm
Stage 3 - Growth Solo [Ai has developed a strange affection for one earthling in particular that has come at a critical moment in her life. If she goes through with the ultimate revenge of killing her sister then all chances of seeing Lucijah again will be gone, but if she spares her she thinks that maybe, just maybe, she can regain the shifter's favor. While still monstrous at her core, Ai is beginning to heal.]
Now that Lucijah was gone there was no one to hold her back. With her palm overtop Iona’s face, Ai slammed the other alkidike’s head down onto the hard packed earth over and over and over until it wasn’t just her skull that cracked. The ground beneath her had started to bend, but the other alkidike wasn’t dead yet. Her nails dug into Ai’s forearms as she fought against her, tears mixing with blood on her cheeks, but when Ai brought her knee down onto Iona’s sternum the air left her lungs.
“WHY DID YOU NAME IT THAT?! WHY DID YOU CALL YOUR OFFSPRING AICHIYO?!” When Iona was only able to cough and sputter Ai reached for her antennae instead. As soon as she gave them a jerk Iona was shrieking again.
The sound itself should have been enough; it had been in the past. She’d gone through countless torture sessions for lesser beings, but this was personal. Everything about the situation had Ai’s temper on the very precipice of something big that, dare she admit it, scared her. She’d expected a battle worthy of the buildup, but Iona wasn’t the warrior she had once been. Gone were the muscles needed to wield a long bow and now there was flab around the middle that was covered by an old, worn apron. As desperate as she was to save her own hide, she lacked any real physical skill to ward Ai off and that just enraged Ai more.
This wasn’t satisfying at all!
How did this measure up? How did this make all she’d gone through worth it? Nothing was making sense! And that name; that horrible, wretched, cursed, putrid name!
“I wanted…her to…” Iona coughed again and this time her voice came through on a gurgle of blood. “…be like…you…”
“Why?” Ai gave Iona’s antennae another hard jerk to lift her head and the pressure put the other alkidike in a constant state of agony. “Goddess, are you that dense? Why would you ever name your child after the very thing that’s sworn to have your head?”
“Y-y-you’re my sister…” The heartbreak that came from Iona’s voice mingled with her fear and for the first time, when she looked up at Ai, she didn’t see a grown. She saw the same girl she’d grown up with in Jauhar. The one always tried to hold her hand out for Ai when they were younger, who would share her treats and had only started to shun her when she found her path in life. “I w-w-wanted to believe…that some day…we could be sisters again…”
“You let her die-!”
“I DON’T REGRET IT! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SAY?!” Iona sobbed, “I live with that regret everyday of my life! We were CHILDREN, Ai! Fourteen summers! That war wasn’t for us it was for them!”
“It was for our future! For the future of Aisha!”
“And…look where that brought you…” Iona tried to raise her shaky hand toward Ai’s hand, fingers grasping weakly against her sister’s before the other woman released her hold on the antennae. “You c-cam-me here with a shifter…and you…you didn’t want her to go.”
Ai’s entire body was shaking from the force of her adrenaline and maybe…something else? As much as she truly didn’t want to admit it she hadn’t wanted Lucijah to go. She wanted this, ached for it, but the thought of losing that shifter hurt worse than it should have. There was no REASON for her to be this upset by it. Lucijah had liked being by her side and Ai had ENJOYED having her there. It wasn’t something she’d considered until…until she was gone…
Lifting her blade, Ai hovered over Iona’s prone body. The other alkidike’s breathing was labored, but if left alone she would still survive. Ai hadn’t finished her work, but if she ever wanted to see Lucijah again…concessions would have to be made.
Taking her antennae once more, Ai spread them out flat on the ground above Iona’s head and with a harsh slice of her blade she cut them off. The screams that came from Iona’s core would stay with Ai for the rest of her life, but at the very least a point had been made. She would have this to remember what she’d given up and who she had crossed.
And next, Ai would take the fingers of her right hand so she could never use a bow against her again.
Iona would live, but she would be marked.
She didn’t care about this wretch’s life anymore than she did the hybrid, but Ai cared about Lucijah. In her own twisted, perverse way she cared about what the shifter thought of her and if leaving this family intact meant she could keep that for a little while longer then she would bend just this once.
[809]
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