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 Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2020 5:34 am
 (Lines by Scarlett Arbuckle, Colors by Elyessi)
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2020 12:03 pm
Table of Contents / Rules / Contact Information
ToC
Staff Post
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Table of Contents & Rules
Basic Info
History
RP Log
Art (Official and Non)
Familiar(s)
Growth Requirements
Rules
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2020 12:07 pm
Sol
Pronunciation: Soul
Race: 1/4 Shifter 1/4 Wind 1/4 Ice 1/4 Alk
Gender: Male
Significant Other: Koril
Parents: Nimueh & Callum
Siblings: Siel, Ygraine, Lutana & Morain
Physical Description:
Personality:
Sol is a very individualistic man who doesn't see the need in following stupid rules if they keep him from doing what he wants to do. He chafes under strict guidelines; like schedules, appointments, and generally anything his sister makes him do. That isn't to say he's lazy or refuses chores; rather, he just prefers to do them his own way.
He's stubborn, though one also on the quieter side. This means that when presented with something he doesn't like he isn't as quick to argue it as he is to pout. When he is pushed to argue, however, Sol will defend his position with a dogged determination. He's willful to a fault, which gets him into trouble with his family more often than naught. Especially when it comes to his little 'trips'.
Sol loves exploring so much that he'll often just go out into the woods by himself for hours at a time. Sometimes he'll tell others where he's going, more often than not he won't simply because Sol knows they would advise against it. It's something he's done since childhood, and failing eyesight or not, he doesn't plan on stopping now. Getting away unnoticed is tricky, especially with Ygraine riding rank on him, but he manages.
Ever since he was young Sol has been able to use his wits and charm to get out of trouble. There was a period in his teen years where his denial about his eyes made him obstinate, and hard to interact with. He's long since come to terms with things, and has since turned into a charmingly wicked man. He's learned that if he says the right things to the right people then he can get by with most anything. Especially if he puts on a convincing enough lie, and says exactly what others want to hear.
In his youth he tended to shy away from strangers, but now he can navigate through them easily enough. His conversations at minimal at best, though he tries to keep them pleasant enough. He'll never be as exuberant as his papa, but that isn't what Sol strives for. All he wants is to do right by others, and live his life in peace.
Interesting Facts:
-Despite his blindness Sol can still 'sense' living beings around him thanks to his antennae. Coupling his extra senses with his magic has allowed him to feel out auras, which help him to realize when he isn't alone.
-He has no way of telling if those auras belong to friend or foe
-Is a fan of crystal jewelry; even if he can't see the colors, he likes to feel the texture
-is an excellent dancer
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2020 12:09 pm
RP Log
S3
[Zena] Wild Encounter - Koril
[Zena] A Bit Fuzzy - Nimueh
[Zena] Dinner Date - Koril
[Zena] Wild Nights - Koril
[WE] New Year, New Me - Koril
[WE] Celestial Omens - Koril
[WE] Greatest Fear - Koril
[Matori] We're All In - In-laws
[WE] Summer Festivals - Dexurn
[WE] Pickpocket! - Koril
[WE] Honoring Those Who Are Gone - Koril
[Matori] Here Comes The Sun - Koril
[Tale] Fall Breeze & Autumn Leaves - Subira
[Sauti] Fortuitous Meetings - Jhin
S4
[WE] Take on The Beast - Koril
[Jauhar] Time After Time - Koril
[Zena] Just Inside The Border - A Lot
[Jauhar] Epiphany - Fam
[Jauhar] Big News - Fam
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2020 12:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2021 2:17 pm
Stage 3 Solo 1
Not once did Sol ever imagine he would see Irma again.
As he and Koril made their way back through Sauti toward their new home they settled for the evening in a quaint little village. It had been so many years that the areas name didn’t bring anything to mind for the healer, nor did the inn they splurged on. Ever since the girls had come along Sol had opted for more settled areas to rest in as opposed to little campsites out in the wilderness.
There was something about being a father that brought an air of cautiousness to him. Of course, with the plethora of creatures that followed his husband’s every beck and call he knew that they would be well watched over, but still the worries of night terrors snatching them away plagued him. At least for now, while they were still small, he wanted to keep them tucked away.
For now, they were settled with Koril back in the hotel room and Sol had branched out for some evening work. Word had spread that he was a healer so a few windlings had asked for his services. Now that he was a parent who was he to refuse? They needed the gold, and it wasn’t as if Koril couldn’t handle the girls on his own. If anything, he was probably better suited to it than Sol.
He made his way down a well-worn dirt path using his walking stick as a guide. When voices guided him, close Sol followed, and couldn’t help hearing the absolute chaos of a group of children. They didn’t seem to be in pain or even remotely scared, just curious.
“Hey mister, how come you’re so tall?”
“Why are your eyes like that? They look like they moon!”
‘What’re those things sticking out of your head? Can I touch them?”
“No, you can’t touch them.” Sol groused. When one of the children tried to jump up and do just that he batted them away. Was he this rude as a kid? Or were they just that pushy? “What did I JUST say-?”
“Jeshi, stop that! For Chi’s sake, let the man breathe.” When a woman’s voice – presumably their mother – snapped the children scattered. Some laughed, others gasped, but none of them hung around for long. Sol waited until all the little auras were properly gone before crossing the distance between them. There was something familiar about her voice that he couldn’t quite pin and that aura…it just…
“Are you the one that called me?”
“I am, but I didn’t expect it to be you, Sol! Do you remember me? It’s been so long I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve forgotten.” Her voice was so happy that he hated disappointing her, but Sol shook his head. When she spoke the next time her voice was accompanied by a little sigh, “That’s alright; we were just kids, really. It’s Irma. You saved my life when the Drund attacked.”
Sol choked. “Irma?!” Spirits, above! How could he ever forget HER?! She was his first crush; in his youth Irma hung the stars and moon itself! Chi he could imagine the way the sun made her hair glow…It was one of the very last visual memories he had left. Her eyes had been as blue as a crystal lake and to him only a goddess could have achieved such a color. His papa had teased him endlessly for ogling so much. She was just so…so…perfectly sun kissed that he couldn’t help it!
“Ha! I KNEW you would remember me!” He wasn’t expecting her to throw her arms around his shoulders; especially since she had to jump up just to do it. Sol staggered, reaching one arm around her waist just to steady them both. “It’s so nice to see you again; I missed having you and Ygraine around.”
“It’s nice to know you’re doing well, Irma.” And it was. He may not have held her in the same regard romantically anymore, but the woman still held a special place in his heart. She was a good friend, a bright soul, and the reason he’d pursued healing in the first place. “So, I feel the need to ask, but is this the reason you called me out here?” She didn’t seem to know he was the one coming out here, so Sol assumed there was an actual NEED that she hadn’t addressed.
“My son, Fritz, is ill. He’s had a terrible cough for the past week and at first that’s all it was. Just a dry, annoying thing but then he started making himself sick and now there’s a fever.” When she hopped back down to her own feet Irma’s hand found his and with a gentle tug the windling pulled him forward. “He’s this way.”
“How old is Fritz? Does he have a history of sickness?” Her hand was so small in his. Just as calloused as ever, but in comparison to his husband’s she could have been considered dainty.
“He just celebrated his third year. He’s my youngest.” Irma gently maneuvered him around a pile of stones, presumably a ‘tower’ the children had made, if her yelling was anything to go by. “I’ll tear this fort down myself if you don’t get it out of the road! I’ve told you all five times already to build near the stable!”
“Sorry, mom!”
“Yeah yeah, we’ll see about that,” Irma groused.
“How many children do you have?” It was an innocent enough question, but Sol asked it with a bit of caution. Every time he thought they had left the children behind another voice was piping up, asking Irma for something innocuous. When they’d last met, she hadn’t been with child and surely, he hadn’t been gone THAT long. Had he?
“Ten.” Sol’s shock must have been immediately evident because she clucked her tongue. “You can pick your jaw up, mister. I’ve got nothing to hide; I’m not ashamed of what I’ve done or who I’ve been with. I might…wish it had been with men who stuck around longer than a few nights but it’s like my mother always said. s**t in one hand and wish in the other; which one is going to fill up faster?”
“I didn’t mean to offend…” He honestly hadn’t. It was just IMPOSSIBLE not to feel surrounded by little voices. Had she never considered special teas or poultices? He even knew of certain spells in Yael that were said to prevent pregnancies for three years at a time. Or maybe she simply couldn’t afford them? So far he had yet to hear another adult’s voice. If she really was out here on her own caring for such a large brood then Irma may not have the resources.
“Yeah well…We’re here.” He heard the loud creak of an old door and soon enough he was being led into a warm home. There was fire crackling somewhere, if the immediate shift in temperature was anything to go off, and the pitiful groans from his right let Sol know exactly where his patient was. “Oh sweetheart, I didn’t know you were awake.”
“Mommy…” Sol frowned in sympathy. The boy’s little voice sounded so weak and there was an audible rattle when he spoke. It reminded him so much of his sister’s lover that he feared the worst. And yet, she hadn’t mentioned a history of illness, so he tried to push it down. If he could diagnose the child, then proper treatment could be administered, and he would get better.
Sol made his way toward the edge of the bed and felt around for the edge. When Irma’s hand found his once again, he allowed her to help him onto a stool instead. “Hello, Fritz. Your mom says you’re not feeling well.” His aura was so weak that Sol knew he needed to act quickly. Little ones could take a turn for the worst within the blink of an eye. When he reached out to touch the boy the little one recoiled with a fearful whine.
“Sweetie, it’s okay. He’s a healer.”
“His eyes…scawy…”
Ah. In truth Sol had spent so much time around Koril’s family and his own that the thought of his ‘odd’ appearance had sort of slipped away. Adults in the marketplace and caravans were much more secretive to their thoughts, but children? Not a chance.
“They are pretty scary, aren’t they? But can I tell you something? They’re special. I can’t see you with them, but they can see all the magic in the air and they can help me to make you feel better. Doesn’t that sound good?”
It took a while to convince him, but eventually Fritz nodded his head. Sol reached his hand out to take the boy’s in his and placed the other atop his chest. He muttered an incantation under his breath and closed his eyes as magic took over. A slow, golden glow began to envelop the hybrid and slowly, like creeping vines, they started to consume Fritz as well. He gasped, instinctively pulling away from the weird feeling, but Sol pushed on. Eventually the boy was able to breathe easier and seemed to sink back with relief. He kept the magical pressure on for a while longer just incase and only when he himself was physically spent did Sol release his hold.
By the time he sat back Fritz was asleep once more; this time without so much as a wheeze.
“Hang on; I’ll make some tea.” Irma shifted to stand up, but Sol reached for her hand instead. She paused by his side, her short hip brushing against his shoulder. Had she always been that small? “Would you prefer something stronger…?”
“He had water in his lungs. I helped his body to absorb it, but Irma…”
“…I need a cup of tea. How about-?”
“Irma.”
“Fine.” She hissed. The windling ripped her hand away from his and sat back down with far more force than she’d meant to if the immediate whispered curse was anything to go on. “What do you want me to say? That I have too many children and I can’t keep track of them all? I try, okay; I try really hard! Fritz was playing with and fell in the ravine. I couldn’t get to him fast enough to stop water from getting in and I just…I knew if I told anyone that they would think I wasn’t fit to keep them…”
“I never said you weren’t fit to care for him.” The confidence that had initially attracted him to Irma was buried so far beneath a defensive shield that he could barely recognize her anymore. How many men had trampled on her spirit to make her like this? Anything he said to prod deeper was met with such sharp words that Sol was genuinely concerned; not only for her children, but for Irma herself. “I just think that perhaps if you have family or a close friend that could stay with you-“
“You could stay with me.” She brought her chair closer so that her knee was pressed between his and both of her hands were clasped atop his. “You loved me once; maybe you could love me again?” Was this what had brought so many horrible men to her bed? This desperation: the need just to have someone close? Spirits, how he pitied her. “I know it’s a lot, but they’re good kids. They would-“
“Irma…I’m married.” Sol waited a breath for the realization to sink in before slowly releasing his hands from her own. “My husband and I are just passing through on our way home. You need-“
“He can stay too! We can be a family together; just like we should have been.” When she started to raise up instinct kicked in. Sol was familiar enough with the move from Koril that he knew what to expect, and before her lips could meet his he’d stood up.
“Irma, stop it. You need help.” How was it that after all these years’ time had built him up and simultaneously destroyed her? She was so…soo…clingy that he couldn’t even begin to compare this woman to the one from his past. “I’ll help find someone you can trust, someone safe to stay with you, but it won’t be me.”
He’d left quickly after that. The situation was too uncomfortable for him to stay any longer and besides, Fritz had been his only real reason for being there in the first place. Still, as soon as word had spread that Sol visited her rumors started up. He heard everything from the ‘loose woman who’d accept any man’ to ‘freak lover’ among a variety of others. From what he heard not all her children were pureblooded, but if it didn’t matter to Irma then what should it matter to them? She needed out of this village where she could start free; a place of new beginnings for the only true family she had left.
He meant it when Sol said he would help Irma. It wasn’t that he wanted to do it; he needed to do it. At one point in her life Irma’s confidence had been stronger than any Drund and others had been allowed to take it away. Somewhere that same strength was still there, and it bothered him that she couldn’t see it for herself. He’d discussed it with Koril a few times and eventually, a plan had been concocted.
So, when it came time for Fritz’s checkup, Sol made his way back to her farm.
“Hey mister, you’re back!”
“Got any snacks?”
“Why do your fingers look so-“
“CHILDREN. DISPERSE.” A set of claps scattered the children like wild beasts and then, as if she were scared, Irma slowly approached. “Sorry…Fritz was in the group. I think I scared him off. I’ll go get him.”
“No, it’s okay. I actually…wanted to talk to you.” There was a spike in her aura; a touch of fear and…excitement? That bit was concerning, but Sol chose not to focus on that. “I meant what I said, about helping you. I think I figured something out.”
“So…you ARE going to move in?” Her breath hitched a bit, and his antennae flared with anxiety.
“No, WE’RE not. Koril and I have our own home.” Of course, he didn’t mention that their home hadn’t actually been built yet and that they were currently camped out in his little cabin. If she heard the details of his plan then she might push back… “I have a satchel of gold; plenty for you to build a home in Tale and start fresh.”
“…Tale? I can’t…Sol, that’s….”
“Irma, as long as you live here, you’ll never have the kind of life you want. You’re an incredible woman; not many could raise ten kids on their own. They’re always so happy when I come around, so I know you’re taking good care of them. They love you, so you should start loving yourself.” He took the satchel off his hip and handed it over. As a new father he should have been saving his money; hoarding it back for the home his family needed, but he couldn’t. Sol knew at the end of the day his family was far more blessed than others and right now Irma needed it more.
Even though he couldn’t see it, he knew the sounds associated with opening the satchel. Irma gasped and reached up to grasp his bicep. “Sol, you can’t be serious! This is a fortune!”
“It’s all that I’ve saved up while working as we travel.”
“You can’t just give this away! Here, take it back; I won’t take it!”
“If I wasn’t serious about you keeping it I wouldn’t have given it too you!” Every time she shoved it back at him, Sol just pushed for her to take it even more. “Irma, we’ll be fine; Koril still has some savings, and I can always take more jobs. I can’t…give you the kind of help you WANT but I can give you what you NEED. So just…let me do this, okay?”
By the end of it she was crying and clinging to Sol, absolutely soaking the front of his tunic with her tears. “For Chi’s sake, Sol…how dare you get married before I could have you?” She laughed a little and sniffled. He raised his arm to rub soothing circles on her back, pleased to feel that her aura had calmed considerably.
“You’ll have to blame my husband for that one.” Gods, WOULD they have ended up together if it hadn’t been for Koril? Or would he have remained in Zena, alone and frigid, until the end of his days? Fate had a funny way of messing with life, and Sol was just happy it had worked out for him. “I think…you should meet him.”
“….Are you sure? Won’t he be mad at me for…you know?”
“He already knows.” At her silence, Sol offered a soft smile. “It’s fine; I can’t say he was happy at first, but he knows you’re hurting.” She wasn’t thinking clearly and that…Well, that was the excuse he’d used. In all honesty Sol had no idea if she would have preferred, he stay with her or not. Still, he didn’t want his husband to worry. There was no way under the sun that he would ever cheat.
“How about tonight? He can come over and we can have dinner. If he doesn’t mind children that is.”
“If he does then I’m in trouble.” Sol snorted. “We have two of our own.”
“You do? Oh no, now he’ll really hate me…”
Sol shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll see you later tonight for dinner.”
Bit by bit the real Irma was shining through, and Sol hoped that one day she would truly find herself again. A fresh start in Tale, notably not closer to them in Zena, would do her a world of good. At least, he could hope it would.
[3001]
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2021 7:27 am
Stage 3 Growth Solo
[Ever since Sol was a young boy growing up in Zena he's wanted nothing more than to be a huntsman. When his eyesight started to fail him that part of his life was tossed away in favor of learning more 'practical' skills and while he's learned to be at peace with that he's always wanted more. So, now that he's a father, he's discovering ways to fulfill that part of his life so he can show his daughter's that so long as they try the world is open to them.]
Years ago, in his youth Sol had given up on his dream of becoming a Zenan hunter.
As soon as he was able to the young hybrid had snuck out of the family cabin every single night just to spend more time in the wilderness. With his loyal raptrix by his side he’d been invincible! Sol learned all he could about spear hunting from local huntsman, practiced how to care for blades from his Papa and worked on building his strength just by surviving Ygraine. His interests were encouraged as much as they were watched; after all, for all his talent and passion, he was still just a boy. The number of lectures he’d sit through for being caught flying up the mountain in the dead of night were endless. Still, Sol had persisted and then…
…. then he’d lost his sight.
And a part of him had left along side it.
He’d adapted, of course, and learned to thrive despite his disability. Sol had claimed a healing clinic as his own, married a wonderful man and discovered a genuine love of travel. So long as Koril was by his side he wasn’t as afraid to branch away from the familiarity of his village and now he was a father! Two little girls looked up to him (in more ways than one) and Sol found he couldn’t hide behind a layer of fear anymore.
“Widen your stance and keep your head up.” A pair of gloved hands tapped his thighs, gently urging him into a better position. “Breathe and when you exhale toss the spear.”
Whenever they’d come back North Sol had fell back into his routine. It was so normal for him that it was hard not too, even with the newest additions to the family. As his daughters grew and started to explore (often getting into trouble when he wished they wouldn’t) he came to the realization that something may very well happen to them. What if their eyesight failed? Or their hearing? What would happen if Fiadah lost her arm, or Nimia’s leg? It was a father’s worry, but it just made him realize that he couldn’t exactly tell THEM to live a life with no regrets when there was one he still kept close to his chest.
So, when the clinic was closed and the girls were well cared for, Sol would go to ‘practice’. A friend in the area was a practiced huntsman who often visited the clinic for one thing or the other. After asking for his assistance the man had happily agreed to teach Sol the trade. He wouldn’t be able to go out on his own, of course, and it was debatable how GOOD he would be. Still…it made that part of him feel less empty than it had before. If he could overcome this hurdle and life a happy, productive life with his family then his girls could see that the world was open to them.
It had taken him years to finally come close to accepting himself and now that he had Sol wanted never wanted to let it go.
[520]
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