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 Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:43 pm
Navigation
Keep to the Current
.:1:. Avatar's Post.:.The First Raindrop
.:2:. Navigation.:.Keep to the Current
.:3:. Guidelines and Rules.:.The Moon and the Tide
.:4:. About Whisper.:.Waterbender
.:5:. Photo Album.:.Reflections in the Pond
.:6:. Family.:.Glass Half-Empty
.:7:. Friends and Acquaintances.:.Glass Half-Full
.:8:. Foes.:.Flood Waters
.:9:. Belongings.:.Shells and Pebbles
.:10:. Pets and Companions.:.Snowballs
.:11:. The Story.:.Tidal Charts
.:12:. Timeline.:.Captain's Log
.:13:. Links.:.River to Ocean
.:14:. Disclaimer.:.Lord of the Sea
.:15:. Whisper
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:45 pm
Guidelines and Rules
The Moon and the Tide
*~Font Color Guide
Midnight-Blue - My name is Whisper. Don't pay attention to me.
Slate-Blue - My lovely, insignificant journal.
Standard - The Narrator who does not exist.
*~The Rules You Must Follow
1 Do not post unless you are Avatar Staff, Kiarna, or otherwise has permission.
2 To recieve permission, PM Kiarna.
3 If you wish to drop off a gift and do not have permission to post in this journal, then PM the gift to Kiarna.
4 If and when you have permission to post in this journal, then please keep things in IC format.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:46 pm
About Whisper
Waterbender
 Name: Whisper
Name Meaning: A soft, low voice.
NickNames: None yet.
Given Name: Amanda
Gender: Female
Tribe: Southern Water Tribe
Parents: Her mother, of the Northern Water Tribe and was the one who abandoned her. Father? Who knows. Now she lives with the orphans, and is taken care of the old woman caretaker of the orphanage.
Player: Kiarna
Age: 12
Stage: Child
Personality: A very kind soul, this girl isn't so much shy as...uncertain. Of herself and abilities. It's believed this lack of self-esteem was caused by her mother abandoning her when she was very young. She's most commonly looking at the ground since she seems to be very intimidated by eye contact. Her bending is a bit more advanced than some her age (12-years-old), but her weakness lies in the fact that she is uncertain how to use it in combat, should such arise. Which, she hopes, is never or at least not very often.
Appearance: Her physical features are pretty similiar to the other Waterbenders around. Her brown hair is usually twisted into two braids that dangle to each side of her chestnut-tanned face. Her eyes are a dark-blue, although not a very noticable feature, due to her anorak's fur-lined hood (whose color matches her eyes, by the way) always being over her face, or the eyes averted down. A hair tie is wrapped around the end of each braid - birthday presents from long ago.
Bending: Fairly good for her age, but her lack of self-confidence blunts it considerably.
Likes: Nice things as presents. She also secretly likes to gaze at water, although at a distance. Equally admired at a distance is travel and 'other' places, but she's too afraid to leave home.
Dislikes: Eye contact, the touch of water (particularily of large bodies of water), potentially dangerous situations (aka everything)
Best Friend: Anyu
Worst Enemy: None.
One she respects the most: Sasha. She's very intimidated by the teacher ._.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:51 pm
Photo Album
Reflections in the Pond
- When I was a child. 12 years old, to be precise. I've already been an orphan for nine long years. At this time I was pretty shy, quite intimidated by any eye contact. I've been getting better though, with the meeting of some new friends.
Some more pictures of me at this age:
Here is a picture of me, holding the doll I got from Chen. He'd just given it to me. What a mess of feelings - overwhelmed to be sure, gratefulness, shock, delight, even a slight twinge of guilt. But mostly happiness. As you can see by my face. Art by Jestari.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:53 pm
Family
Glass Half-Empty
[noimage] - Mama. Mother. I don't know her name, I've never asked, and it's doubtful I'll ever get a chance to ask again.
[noimage] - the orphanage caretaker. I suppose she is my family now.
[noimage] - the other orphans. My siblings, in a sense. I don't play with them much, though. I feel most comfortable with the younger ones, but it's still awkward.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:59 pm
Friends and Acquaintances
Glass Half-Full
♥♥♥ = beloved
♥♥ = best/good friend
♥ = friend
~ = neutral
- ♥♥ Anyu, the first kid (and boy) I've met who wasn't one of the orphanage. He actually has a pretty big family, which, I must admit, make me a little envious. Though not much. Anyu doesn't seem to like his family much. He showed me a path of ice to a cave, out on top of the ocean. I do hope to meet him again.
- ~ Sasha. She's not at all like I thought she'd be. With my reverent mind, I'd built up a complete god, and - well, she is brilliant. I think. I've never seen her waterbend. But she seems fairly normal, other than that. Anyu doesn't like her, though, and she doesn't like Anyu.
- ♥ Chen Shing. He's an Earthbender and a traveling merchant. Isn't that so cool? The first time we met, he showed me an adorable cloth doll. I really wanted to buy it at the time, but I didn't have enough money. The second time we met, he gave it to me as a present.
- ♥ Tsai Shen. One of those rich kids. He's an Earthbender, too. His family is in the Elephant Koi business - isn't that amazing? They're so pretty! Although they're also really scary, especially when they jump at you. Tsai Shen was my first boss for my first job. I fed the Koi fish.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:00 pm
Foes
Flood Waters
None. And I hope for that to remain for a long time.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:08 pm
Belongings
Shells and Pebbles
[noimage] - my hair ties, which I recieved for some birthday or other.
[noimage] - my journal. It looks rather tattered and hand-me-down, but the orphanage can't help it - a little hard to provide top-notch diaries for every single orphan.
- my doll, the one Chen gave to me. Isn't she adorable? She doesn't really have a name - I find the whole notion of naming a doll a little silly, or at least a little young for me - but I love her with all my heart. When I'm a rich old lady with millions of jewels, I'll have to repay Chen back, I promise. Till then, all I can offer you is my thanks, and I hope that is enough. For now.
Financial Status: Poor, although I do now have a bag of copper pieces from feeding Tsai Shen's Elephant Koi. Nowhere near enough to survive on my own, though.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:09 pm
Pets and Companions
Snowballs
None.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:11 pm
The Story
Tidal Charts
The girl was sitting on the ground, the hood of her anorak pulled over her face and the gloved hands folded neatly in her lap. As a penguin waddled across the landscape, what of her mouth that was not obscured in shadow could be seen to curve gently into a small smile. The moon-slice grew brighter and wider as four children came racing after it, laughing in their mirth. The chase ended when the penguin dived into the icy sea, and the children waved and called good-bye to it.
Presently, the youngsters started a game of tag. Shrieking and giggling, they ran back and forth, sweating despite of the cold climate. One child, out of breath from the laughing and running, came over to the Girl-On-The-Ground. "Do you want to play too?" he asked, crouching down beside her and attempting to lift the hood off her head.
She lowered her head further down, the hood falling back over and shrouding her face in darkness, then shook her head. "I'm fine, thank you."
The boy opened his mouth in a further attempt to convince her, but his protests were interceded before they were even spoken. "Whi - i - i - sper!" called an old woman from the doorway of her igloo, waving both arms in the air at them like an air-traffic operator. "WHI - I - I - sper!" she yelled again, her voice by no means heeding its message.
He looked up, annoyed, starting: "Well, what she got up her - " when the girl placed a hand on his shoulder to silence him.
"It's all right," she said quietly, standing up. She began to walk toward the caller, waving one hand back.
The boy stared after her, then shrugged and scampered after his friends to rejoin the game.
"What do you need?" Whisper asked once she was in talking distance of the orphanage caretaker.
The aged woman jerked a thumb toward the igloo. "It's your mother." She said more after that, but Whisper didn't hear a word past it. Her mother was here? Fervently, she tried to remember: was it the first of April? No, it was winter. And even if it was, it would be one sick joke. Her mother! Squeezing past the woman - "Hey!" - she dived into the igloo...straight into someone's arms. Before she could back away and apologize, the felt herself being pulled in a tight embrace.
"Amanda," a voice drifted, somewhere above her. "My sweet, sweet daughter."
Twelfth day of December//
My mother. My mother is here, and she wants to take me home.
Perhaps I should backtrack a little.
At first I thought it was some kind of horrible joke, when I was told she was here. I honestly, truly, didn't believe it. I still am finding it hard to believe as of now. Why would my mother show up, after a lifetime of completely ignoring me, and suddenly want to bring me home?
Well, it doesn't matter! I'm not going to ask why, or how, or even when. I don't care for her reasons or her plans, or even the fact that she lives in the Northern Tribe and I'll have to relearn everything over again. It feels good to be wanted.
I never knew my true name before now, did you know? Oh, of course you do. I've confided everything in you these long years, my dear diary. The old woman of the orphanage told me that, when my mother had left me here those nine years ago, she had left before mentioning my name. And since the first thing I spoke in my new life was a whisper, that became my namesake. But what is a whisper without an ear to live in? What is a whisper without a home? And so I've always hated that name. For that meant I was nothing more than a forgotten thought, lost in the wind.
She called me Amanda.
But now I am a little confused. Am I an Amanda or a Whisper?
"Come, Amanda, let's go. Amanda? Amanda? Are you listening?"
Whisper almost didn't catch it; she was so used to listening for Whisper rather than Amanda. Already she was stumbling in this new era of her life. She hurried after her mother, almost losing her among all of the people. "Okay, Mommy." The endearment was a little too juvenile for a girl her age, but 'Mother' or 'Mom' just didn't feel right. After all, she had missed an entire childhood with her. She was learning the way of a kid all over again.
"Don't call me that; it's embarrassing," her mother replied dismissively, scanning the crowd as if looking for someone.
Whisper ducked her head down in shame, but soon managed to comfort herself. Surely she did not mean to sound as if she were ashamed to be Whisper's mother? It couldn't be. No doubt she was merely referring to the usage of such a childish term. "Sorry, Mother." It still didn't feel right; but whatever made her mother happy, she would do it.
But her mother wasn't listening - apparently she had found whoever she was searching for, because she plastered on a broad, fishy smile and strode quickly forward, leaving Whisper to squeeze through the bustling mob and scurry after her. They reached a young man, who ushered them aboard the ship, ahead of the line. Whisper's mother surreptitiously handed him a wad of cash. "Goodness, I do hate lines. So much shoving..." Whisper nodded enthusiastically, hoping to gain back her mother's approval, and smiled gratefully when a hand absentmindedly petted her head and knocked the hood of her anorak off her head. Hurriedly, she caught it and flung it back over - but her mother simply pulled it back down. "Don't do that," she said, irritated, and Whisper bowed her head in embarrassment again, mumbling an apology. "You shouldn't be so timid, you know," she added. The comment wouldn't have stung so much - after all, it was just some helpful advice, right? - had it not sounded so much like a criticism of her character. When Whisper attempted another quiet 'sorry,' she received another admonishing glance. "That's exactly what I mean!"
Whisper glanced wildly at her surroundings, searching for a change of topic, and spotted a blur of black and white on the shore. She grinned; it was a penguin. Was it the same one from that day? It must have been, for it seemed to recognize her and jumped up and down as it caught her eye. She laughed as a boy tackled it - gotcha! - and the two began wrestling. Pointing at the humorous pair, she tugged eagerly on her mother's sleeve. "Can I go say good-bye to my friends?"
Her mother's eyes followed Whisper's quivering finger, and she sniffed reprovingly. "No," she said flatly. "The ship is about to leave, and besides, what could ever impel you to talk to a ragamuffin like that?" She turned away, heading toward the center of the ship. "Now come, we should go to our cabin."
The girl's sight blurred and smeared, as tears to match her blue eyes began to drip down. They reached the end of her nose and splattered into the sea below, mixing with the brine water. People coming on board stared at her sympathetically - then forgot about the weeping child as they caught sight of someone they knew and ran to greet them with hugs and kisses.
"Amanda." Her mother was at her side again, tugging her arm impatiently and unhooking her cold fingers from the rail. "What do you mean of this disgraceful conduct?" Whisper looked blearily up at her mother through the screen of tears. "Stop that!" Her mother began shaking her. "Stop crying immediately!" Whisper glanced back toward the boy and the penguin, and saw that the old orphanage woman who had taken care of her those nine years had joined the two. They were waving.
"Get your hands off of me."
Whisper's mother looked at her daughter, outraged shock written all over her face; then her visage hardened to steel. "Don't talk to your mother that way."
There was a silence, as Whisper contemplated her options: was she really going to do this?
"Amanda! Are you listening to me?" her mother demanded, as the whistle blew once, then twice. The ship was leaving.
Whisper sighed, the breath almost as breezy as her name. Her resolve trembled then fell, shattering into a glass jigsaw puzzle. "I'm sorry, Mother," she said resentfully, averting her eyes toward the ground.
"Look at me. And don't mumble when you talk."
Slowly, Whisper's eyes raised, her mouth moving as they traveled upward. "I'm - " Her voice faltered as her gaze reached those cold, blue-grey eyes. "I'm sorry, Mother," she whispered.
Despite the hushed tone, her mother seemed to buy it. "That's better," she said, having already forgotten the argument. "Now, Amanda - "
As Whisper stared with resentment at the hated woman's back, a new idea gathered in her mind.
Sorry can mean more things than one.
"I'm sorry, Mother," Whisper said louder, causing passengers' heads to turn. Everyone gasped as she suddenly climbed onto the rail, and her mother shrieked in fury and started berating her. Glancing behind her, Whisper caught sight of the receding shore and the woman, boy, and penguin. The boy and caretaker had their hands over their mouths in confusion and shock. The penguin, meanwhile, appeared to be greatly amused by the whole thing and was clapping its flippers together. Whisper grinned at the sight, surprised at herself and the daring act. Then her cobalt eyes slid back to front and locked onto her mother's grey ones, as she announced to the world, "Sorry, but my name is Whisper."
And with that, she jumped into the starry ocean.
Down, down, down, she fell. And up rose the sea to catch her, folding around her like a protective capsule and moving swiftly toward land. The wave splashed against the shore and broke apart, leaving Whisper behind on the ground. She shivered against the frigid wind, teeth chattering as they pressed in a smile. She had done it.
The sound of pattering footsteps and the mournful cry of a penguin behind her caused her to turn around - to find the boy's face up close, twisted in a pout. "Are you CRAZY?" he yelled.
She grinned; an unambiguous 'yes.' The orphanage woman still seemed worried, but her pinched frown relaxed into a tiny smile. The penguin flopped on top of the boy then, distracting him from further shouting at Whisper's insanity. "Hey!" he complained. "Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"
Whisper giggled, covering her mouth with a gloved hand as the boy glared at her. "Don't just sit there and laugh. Help!"
As she stood up and tackled the penguin off, laughing as it squirmed wildly, Whisper felt extraordinarily content.
The Whisper had found its way home.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:13 pm
Timeline
Captain's Log
Dates are OOC dates, at least the years are. It would make no sense otherwise.
IC October 15th, 2006~ Whisper met Anyu again, and they came up with an idea. October 14th, 2006~ Whisper met Chen again, and got a present. October 13th, 2006~ Whisper met Tsai Chen, and got her first job. September 17th, 2006~ Whisper met Chen Shing. August 17-18th, 2006~ Whisper met Sasha. August 17th, 2006~ Whisper met Anyu, and made her first friend. OOC August 17th, 2006~Finished her journal. YES, I'm LAZY! August 5th, 2006~Whisper came under my RP ownage.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:14 pm
Links
River to Ocean The main thread for Avatar: The Hidden Era.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:19 pm
Disclaimer
Lord of the Sea
Avatar: The Hidden Era (c) Noyama, Beat Fu, and Pukio
The official arts of Whisper (c) Beat Fu
Whisper, from the point I recieved her and on (c) Kiarna, me.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:20 pm
end//Please keep things to a W h i s p e r.
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