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 Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:40 pm
A Dream is but a memory if it is not allowed to grow;
nuture it with love, let it feed upon your hope
she will grow and you will know that dreams are but reality in the making.
Follow the path...
1. You are Here
2. Concept
3. Guardian
4. Ideas to think about
5. Fellow Questers
6. Donations & Funds
7. To Do List
8. Disclaimers
She is yet in the growth stage in my mind, and if any one has any ideas, additions or adivce that they think could pertain to my little dream, I'm more than happy to listen, it is much appreciated.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:42 pm
 ~General~ Sprit: Salix alba "White Willow"Name: Alyna [Ah Lyn Ah] Aly for shortGender: Female ~Appearance~ Hair: Cascading from her brow in a constant straight fall, the silver white mane is pure in its color; all but for the willow leaves that grow from her temples to interweave through the entirety of the fall. As a sapling her hair is yet short, cropped in a pixie cut that accentuates her long features falling in sharp bangs across her face, leaves peaking out from about her ears. As she grows though it will fall un-abounded down her back in strait locks that are want to lift lightly on the breeze, with the leaves at her temples having grown into seeming braids of the deciduous markings of the tree she knows so well, usually pulled back and tied together at the back of her head to keep stray locks out of her face though it doesn’t always work.Eyes: Expecting a green, one is surprised by the bright blue optics that look out from her soul, reflecting the waters that she so loves to gaze at. A slight feline tilt to the almond shaped eyes gives them a slightly hooded and drowsy far away look at times. Silver lashes matching her mane lay lightly on her soft olive skin, giving a frame to her bright eyes.Distinguishing Marks: When she is little, small little star specs of green hint at the outer corners of her eye and along the line of her collar bone, like leaf buds. As she gets older they began to unfurl into fronds. At her eyes the curl around her cheeks, dropping to almost the corner of her mouth. The others, rooted at her collar bone, droop down almost fully uncurled.General: Willowy is a term that is obvious for Aly, she is slender and fine boned, but her light olive toned skin hides a musculature that lends to her tendency to take up random dances. At a young age she is small, smaller than he peers, with a slight frame that holds seemingly no promise of strength and only clumsiness. As she grows into the woman she will be grace and strength will come, as all things learned through her years. But she will forever be thin, holding few if any ‘feminine curves.’ She tends towards summer dresses that are gathered at the bust line but flow unrestricted to her knees, allowing for a free range of movement, and actually accentuates her slight frame.~Personality~ General: Prone to randomness, Alyna will often be seen dancing to the music of the wind or water, or doing cartwheels, but just as soon will she be seen sitting by the waterside, lost completely in thought. She is a quiet person by nature, not talking a whole lot as a child tending towards gestures rather than vocalization, speaking with her face more than her words. She has a very animated face, showing her emotions easily and carrying her heart in her hands for all to see. She loves to make people smile, especially her guardian, and she loves to laugh, a soft whispering laugh, much like her voice when she grows into talking. Even when she is older though she still talks very much with her features and especially her hands, making her whole life a dance. Alyna hates confrontation, and that is when she is most taciturn, not wanting to deal with anger or disagreements at all, its one of her down falls, but she wont’ be able to get past it for some time.Likes: Water, Sunshine, Outside, quietDislikes: Fire, Loudness, boredom, arguementsSkills: Basket weaving, she absolutely loves making her willow branch baskets, the only thing she can really sit and do for long periods of time.Soft silver in never ending green
Her hair flows down in leaves and splendor
The soft voice of the wind lifts her tears on the breeze
Cascading to the river to carry them away.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:43 pm
 ~General~
Name: Aeron Scarborough
Age:24
Gender:Female
Occupation:Apothecary
~Appearance~
Hair:
Long black hair flows in soft waves down to her mid back with an unadulterated color, no blue sheen or any hint of a brown accent. The only color that touches the purity of her locks is the oddity at her temple; springing forth in a river of pure white, the witches mark weaves through her mane in its single existence, born of a genetic peculiarity that occurs in her family every so often.
Eyes:
Technically referred to as a hazel, her eyes shine with a silver sheen that sparks with smiles and laughter, shaded by dark lashes. They reflect her soul so openly, no longer hiding from the world.
General Appearance:
Willow. Lean and graceful, her slender frame looks fragile and weak, and though she is not strong per say, she is not as weak as she looks. Enjoying physical labor she has developed soft muscles that show rarely on her frame. Standing tall at 5’9” her frame is fit to match and proportioned. Much like the Willow her grandmamma endeared her to, she is tall and straight, presenting few curves, only soft almost near invisible ones.
~Personality~
Not too long ago Aeron was a manic depressant teen, long since having been turned away from by her parents, she resorted to cutting into her skin to let out the pain and confusion that she felt on a regular basis. Only three years living with some one that honestly loved her and understood her did not cure her manic moods, but they brought out a love for life that the young girl would never have believed possible in her heart. Now, despite loosing in a way, all of her family, Aeron is a smiling woman-child that watches the day pass and sees the beauty instead of wishing for the end. Grandmamma taught her more than simply a religious path, but also a way of life. She still has manic moods, often falling into short depressions that bleed out the light of the world, but she always comes back to the sun and moon light that makes her smile and love once more.
~History~
Growing up in a household of confusion, Aeron was never sure of the ground she stood upon. Coming to a different faith at a young age, she soon found out that her questions were ‘evil’ and she began to think her parents thought she was evil. They sent her to confession all the time, and counseling with the pastor, but all they ever told her was that she was wrong. Confusion, sadness, and ultimately depression lade her hand on the blade to bleed away the pain. When her mother died when she was 13, it only got worse, her father got it into his head that god was punishing them for not raising their daughter right. That only turned to blaming all their problems on Aeron; though her father never physically beat her, the words he pounded upon her soul worked to nearly break her soul. Selene, Aeron’s grandmother on her mother’s side, fought for many years to gain custody of Aeron, but her father was determined to fix her. It wasn’t till Aeron attempted suicide that her father gave up, naming his child dead to him and so in Selene’s care. Living with Grandmamma was a totally different life for Aeron, she learned that she was worth loving and that the questions she had posed for so many years led down a path to a life she had been seeking. Selene taught her grand daughter about life and about Wicca, guiding her on a path that ultimately would heal her soul. Though Selene died as Aeron was going off to school abroad, she stayed with her grand daughter in all her teachings and Aeron grew from that teaching as well as from her own experiences.
She came back Aberystwyth and worked as a healer and apothecary for the small village, and eventually was engaged to be married and even pregnant, seemingly at the happiest point in her life, but that was not meant to be her path. Tears of joy and tears of pain
Tears of sorrow and tears of laughter
Her voice so soft
It is her tears that speak
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:44 pm
Working on distinguising marksI had thought that dear drop markings around her eyes, but I found a differnt image I liked. I changed it to uncurling fearn frond designs around her eyes and on her collar bone. I had also thought of putting wood whorls on her some where, but I'm not so sure. Question, Comments, Smart Remarks? Her supple form in strength few see
Bending with the winds
Winter Gales or soft spring northerns
She bends before the lives, but never does she break.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:46 pm
Good Luck to everyone, there are some beautiful Incantaions out there, and I can not wait to play with ya'll *grins*   Beyond this Plane...  Because Medea-chan is crazy and deserves all of our support for said insanity *smiles* People see her tears
They see her bend before the woes
But can't they see she shines,
Beautiful and strong.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:48 pm
I am not actively seeking out funds as I probably should be, but as of now I have a sizable nest egg that I have been saving for just such a worthy cause as this, so I will have to go out in the question community later if I need more, but we shall see.
This will probably at some later date have an offical link to an offical quest thread out in the land of Gaia.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:51 pm
To Do:~ Prepare for the Contest F/S~ Control Nerves
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 10:42 am
Of course all inspiration for Alyna Goes to Incantation Esprit *bows* this is a lovely store and a beautiful idea
The Banner art Kudos go to CeedaBear, dearest sister who tolerates my inept art abilities and so feeds my addiction of her pretties.
One last bit, The Concept and Guardian descriptions, story back grounds, and appearance belongs to me, they are a dream child of mine and I would be afronted if I found that some one had taken them and made them their own.
Thank you!
Incantation of the Spirit (c) Incantation Esprit
Spirit/Guardian (c) Awyndion
Banner Art (c) Ceedabear
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 11:28 am
I know it is still slightly under construction, but all comments/advice/critiques are welcome at this point *grins*
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 2:30 pm
*pounces on wyn-chan and sprinkles her questie with love* heart
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Incantation Esprit Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 2:37 pm
I love your concept! I hadn't posted yet cause I wasn't sure if you were done posting ;3; *huggles it*
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