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 Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 2:59 pm
Within this folder are records and documents pertaining to the Actor known as Nicodemus, a child who was once called Ankou on the Other Side. This child is now in the care of a man named Doctor Severin Oddssen (or Zeejay). Only the master of Nicodemus may contribute documents, unless otherwise granted permission by the keeper of these records. Any violation of this rule and complaint from a master will result in disciplinary action.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:03 pm
.:.Navigation.:.
.Table.of.contents.
.Nicodemus.Oddssen.
.Ankou.
.Doctor.Severin.Oddssen.
.Photo.Album.
.Dates.
.Friends.Foes.
.Fanart.
One must know their way around.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:11 pm
.:.Nicodemus.Oddssen.:.
Quote: .:: [ . Stage 3 . ] ::.
As Nicodemus sat on the ground, several moments passed, as though nothing would happen. He became quite still, his eyes closed and his limbs limp. Had he fallen asleep, or worse...had death come upon him...? Then, with painful slowness, as though his bones were much older than they appeared, he wrapped his cloak around himself until he became a small bundle of dark cloth. There was nothing fantastic or dazzling about what had occurred, yet when he stood, shedding his cloak like an insect leaving its old shell, he was nearly twice his original size.
 Nicodemus as a Child .: [ Nicodemus (Child) ] :. [ Physical Traits ]
The boy appears small and somewhat frail, though his eyes are always alert and showing hints of some hidden power. He wears a hooded cape, always wearing the hood over his head when in public.
[ Personality and Behavior ]
Nicodemus spends much of his time watching Severin intensely without speaking. He is mostly uninterested in other people, even if they're Actors; his attention is spared only for Severin. His gaze is very unsettling for a child, giving the impression of a scientist observing a laboratory rat. In interactions with other people, Nicodemus is always protective of Severin--the sensitive scientist who does not want his experiment disturbed too much before it's run its course. Unfortunately, because he is only a young child, his attempts to defend Severin are never taken seriously.
When Severin shows any sign of physical weakness (e.g., coughing, exhaustion), Nicodemus immediately begins asking him questions like, "Will you be dead soon?" or "How much longer are you going to live?" His curiosity is perfectly innocent and without malice. If he witnesses people desecrating corpses (e.g. eating the dead, scavenging items off of corpses), he becomes extremely indignant and angry. He will shout strange statements like, "You have no right over the dead!" If he finds a corpse (even if it is only a cat or insect), he will insist on burying it, saying, "I've been given the duty to care for the dead." Other than these few moments, his speech is completely like other children's.
When speaking to Severin, he addresses his master with a very formal, "Sir."
[ Relics ]
Nicodemus has called an object from the Other Side: a stuffed toy horse. The toy seems worn but well-loved, with the seams tearing in places. He carries it everywhere he goes. He never uses it as a toy when playing with other children, but instead treats it as a true, living companion. Sometimes he can be seen talking to the horse, stroking its yarn mane.
[ Spell List ]
[ * ] Mudo - Type: Dark
Description: Once per conflict, Nicodemus can call forth dark powers to overwhelm another person. The person will fall into an uneasy slumber, greatly weakened and near death. This spell is more effective on very young children or sick, elderly people. Because of his young age, Nicodemus does not have complete mastery of the spell yet, and his targets may not succumb to its full effects.
The Thirteenth Tarot... Death.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:14 pm
 .:.Ankou/Nicodemus.:.
Quote: [ x ] Name :: Nicodemus "Ankou" Oddssen [ x ] Meaning :: Nicodemus|Greek|Victory of the People Ankou|??|Guide to the Dead [ x ] Gender :: Male [ x ] Stage :: Child|Stage o2 [ x ] Identity :: Ankou [ x ] Personality :: Quiet, but deadly serious. His eyes are far deeper than his age would portray, and he rarely lets them leave his 'Master.' He is fond of horses, one of the few things he enjoys, especially his little stuffed pony. He's very possessive, however, and won't let other children play with him. [ x ] Likes :: The Doctor, his Pony, hooded clothing, riding in carts, burials. [ x ] Dislikes :: Being disrespectful to the dead, being lost, talkative people, warm weather. [ x ] Notable Features :: The most distinctive feature of this child is his eyes, which are always clear and piercing, even when he is exhausted.
Quote: Aka: Death, the Grim Reaper, Father Time, First child of Adam and Eve
Origin
Ankou is part of the faery lore of the celtic countries. He has largely been forgotten in Cornwall, Wales and Ireland but remains part of the living folklore in french Britanny.
Description
Ankou (Ahn-koo) is the personification of death who comes to collect the souls of passed-over humans. He is male dark, wearing a black-robed costume pulled up high about his head and a large hat that conceals his face. No one living has ever seen his face, for to do so would be to die.He drives a black cart, though some say it is really a small coach or even a hearse, drawn by four black horses. When there are two many patrons, he is assisted by two skelettons who hurl the copses into the cart. He is always preceded by a cold gust of wind.
Role
Collect the souls of those recently passed over and escort them into the Land of the Dead. An old Irish proverb says, "When Ankou comes, he will not go away empty." In Ireland, Ankou is always classified as a faery rather than a ghost or some other type of spirit, and he is given more of a personality than he is accorded in many other lands.
Story
One legend hinted that Ankou had once been a cruel landowner who foolishly challenged Death to a game of chance. A Prince, prone to fits of jealous anger and petty viciousness, loved to hunt. The moment of death, like the pain of his fellows, was as mother's milk to him. One night, on the Sabbath, the man decided to have some sport in his forest. While chasing a white stag, a magical animal found in several Celtic Fay stories, the man and his then-drunken companions stumbled across a massive figure drabbed in black atop a magnificent white horse (another symbol of death). The Prince challenged the silent man to a contest, angry at having found him on his land. Whoever could kill the stag would not only keep the meat and hide, but could also determine the fate of the loser. The stranger readily agreed, his voice reminding the assembled men of the sound of leaves scraping against the castle walls.
The hunt was over so quickly that the Prince could only stammer. As hard as he had rode, the stranger had galloped faster. Through field and stream and mountain, the dark stranger remained in the lead, night winds tugging wildly at his cloak. And when the Prince was still stringing his bow, the stranger let his arrow loose with a dead whistle and a sickening tear of shredding flesh.
The vindictive Prince ordered his men to surround the stranger, bragging that he would bring two trophies back to his hall that night.
The stranger laughed.
"You can have the stag," he said, "and all the dead of the world. Your joy is hunting? Hunt then! Your trophies will be found across battlefields and hearth, and they will reek of decay, huntsman."
He bargained his freedom-and lost.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:15 pm
.:.Doctor.Severin.Oddssen.
Just gonna save this here. XD
Deep in your mind there is another side
A morbid truth one cannot hide
Unimaginable gore was your past time high
To hear people scream, to watch them die
Return back to the burial site
Face your dreams upon this night
Severed limbs not far away
Spirit past you now obey
Images of the forgotten past
Your first life revealed at last
Now you’ll find to your surprise
All the corpses you left behind
A place you feel you’ve been to before
Where life would turn right into gore
You dig deep down through the years of decay
The truth is revealed, you found you way
Return back to the burial site
Face your dreams upon this night
Several limbs not far away
Spirit past you now obey
Images of the forgotten past
Your first life revealed at last
Now you’ll find to your surprise
All the corpses you left behind
There is a method to my madness, one that none, but I can comprehend.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:33 am
.:.Photo.Album.:.
Soon to come.
Memories live forever in pictures, and yet pictures are said to steal the soul.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:35 am
.:.Dates.:.
Gotta dig up some of these and put 'em in here! XD
Times to remember, be it with a smile or a tear.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:38 am
.:.Friends.Foes.:.
Yarr. There will be sections for both Nick AND Sev. =3 Once I get around to it, of course. >____>
Keep yours friends close-and yours enemies closer.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 12:40 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 10:58 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 10:59 am
.:.The Journal.:.
The pages are varied, and are written by two hands.
A neat, albiet small, doctorly scrawl and very precise lettering would be the penmenship of Dr. Severin Oddssen himself.
Where the childish and sloppy work, well filled of ink blots and scribbles, would be the notes of Nicodemus Oddssen. Whose words cover these tattered pages...?
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