Welcome to Gaia! ::

-//Asahi Kumoru's Anima__.

This lantern has been entrusted to Asahi Kumoru. I only hope that he will be able to further my knowledge of the Anima through his guardianship of the soul that will emerge from this lantern.





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Name - n/a
Guardian - Asahi Kumoru
Memory - Revenge
Alignment - n/a
D.O.B. - 3.8.05
Gender - Male
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8/20/07 ~ Kumoru takes Arlyn and Lucretia out together and they run into Ki again.
8/15/07 ~ The second attempt at the fair goes a little better.
6/2/07 ~ A trip to the fair with the family. Things get ugly.
11/1/06 ~ Is Arlyn going to disappear? This is the third time he has started to fade.
10/21/06 ~ While out on a walk with Donat, Arlyn really starts to disappear.
10/17/06 ~ Arlyn drops Henry while he is still holding him... what's wrong?
9/24/06 ~ Someone tries to break into the house, but Arlyn takes care of the intruder.
6/13/06 ~ Arlyn meets his brother Donat, and they actually manage to get along... eventually.
12/13/05 ~ Revenge begins his quest to find the meaning of Christmas....
11/14/05 ~ Arlyn received his name.
8/21/05 ~ So the Anima manifested today....
5/26/05 ~ Ren's visiting for some reason. She doesn't seem to trust me or the lantern.
5/15/05 ~ The lantern asked for my blood, and I ended up cutting my hand pretty badly. Did whatever's inside /cause/ the knife to slip?
3/25/05 ~ I brought home a lantern of my own. Something about it is a little strange...

Name: Asahi Kumoru
Age: 21
Date of Birth: 9/3
Occupation: necromancer unaffiliated magic-user
Likes: magic, reading, unstructured schedules, white rice, peace and quiet
Dislikes: being told what to do all the time, loud noise, bitter foods, windy days
Good at: most magic, reading, writing, singing, maintaining his appearance
Bad at: keeping his house organized, getting rid of possessions, gardening
Appearance: Kumoru is a little on the tall side of average height. His slender build, long black hair, and delicate features make it quite easy to mistake him for a woman. His complexion is somewhat light, since he prefers to stay indoors, and eyes are a bright, almost unnatural shade of blue. And, being a mage, he can almost always be found wearing mage robes and reading glasses.
And a lil' bit of history: Kumoru was a promising student at the Mage Tower where he was raised. He had a natural strength in spellcasting, even if he was lacking in stamina, and he also possessed a powerful curiosity and interest in learning. His teachers were satisfied, at first, when they saw that Kumoru was quite content to study on his own, not needing their help. But Kumoru's interest lay in magic that dealt with death and souls - a dangerous sort of magic that had led other promising young mages down paths of evil. For a time, they were content, if not comfortable, with simply watching over his shoulder so that they could steer him away from his chosen path if it should prove to be turning his heart to evil. But the elder mages soon realized that it was unlikely that they could ever make Kumoru focus on something else for any reason. Out of fear (but also to preserve the Tower's reputation), they sent Kumoru away, but told him that it was nothing more than an opportunity to study outside the boundaries of the Tower. So Kumoru left to live and work on his own, though it's quite possible that the Tower mages are still secretly trying to keep an eye on him.

Hops, a bunny plush that Donat and Kumoru bought for Arlyn on a trip to the mall

Arlyn also has Anua's lamb plush, Eppie, who is a good friend.

Plush from Durr...Pets!

The king wept openly as he rode across the remains of the burned village. He supposed he had been lucky, till this point, being surrounded by trustworthy and able men. The tears were not really tears of sadness, so much as tears of shock that things could change so quickly for the worse.

Dismounting, the king knelt beside the first of the coffins. What had he lost in that unexpected attack? A whole village. Its burned timbers left marks of ash across the king's shining armor. The royal elite cavalry had been decimated in the surprise attack, too. The king's good friend had been in command, had commanded the ranks of horsemen for many years. He lay among the dead. The king brushed his gloved fingers over his friend's coffin. If only... If only...

If only what? The monarch realized he could have done nothing. No one should have known that the cavalry would be in this village. In spite of his largely peaceful reign, now that he was in war, the king never would have made a mistake so costly - to let such information escape.

He turned to glance at his royal guard, positioned behind him several hundred feet. Normally, they would never leave their king's side. But in truth... they already had. One among them had. The knights shifted awkwardly, sharing untrusting glances between them. They had been a close-knit band, hand-selected by the king himself, sworn to protect him with their very lives... And one of them had turned traitor. Now, fallen in the king's eyes, the whole group of them stood like dogs with their tails between their legs, each equally shamed by his unnamed comrade's breach of trust.

That, the king supposed, was the most grave of all the losses he had sustaned today. The village could be rebuilt. And while the life of the monarch's friend could not be restored, there were, at least, several skilled men who had survived the ambush who were qualified to take their fallen commander's place. But the royal guardsmen... The king supposed that, as long as he lived, his trust in them could never be restored.

His tears of shock turned to hot tears of rage as he rested his elbows on the coffin of his friend, the fallen cavalry commander. Much as he did not want to, the king would investigate each member of the guard. Whoever had caused him such pain would not escape punishment. In his disloyalty, the unnamed traitor had wronged the king, his kingdom, his friends... The monarch vowed never to rest until the perfidious knight was found.