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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:08 pm
 Roka_Shotar's Feretris This journal is created by Roka_Shotar and is for the characters Jhovam Elric and Ygrashmak and Vania of the roleplay Feretris. Table of Contents
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:18 pm
Jhovam Elric
Name: Jhovam Elric
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Magic?: Jhovam’s magic was subtle, at best. He tended to have restorative, positive capabilities that guide him in the field of healing and mundane remedies for complicated injuries. His draconic bond linked him to a youthful silver dragon named Yghrashmak, whom was a submissive creature (mimicking Jhovam’s own tendencies). Yghrashmak was much more potent in the magical field, using his positive abilities constantly to those whom he believed “injured”. This, over time, strengthened Ygrashmak’s own abilities and powers.
Appearance: Jhovam was a short, thin boy. With his pale skin, dark blond hair, and dark gray-blue eyes, he obviously had marks of a different heritage. He had a thin build, with slightly developed muscles and little fat. During laborious activities, his skin paled even further, making him look sickly and ill. He was often seen wearing simple brown robes or clothing, hardly anything elegant. After all, he was a slave boy; he didn’t need to look extravagant. He carried a silver rod with a steel head, however, as marks of his previous ownership. His “mace” comforted him in stressful times, and he knew how to wield if it necessary against rodents, insects, and other pests.
His face wasn’t the most attractive in the group, what with a longer nose than the norm and slightly larger eyes. His cheekbones were hidden under a thin layer of fat, giving him a slightly elongated but not-chiseled face. When in a comfortable place, his modest face radiated with warmth and comfort. When in an unusual setting, however, he often shook with uncontrollable shakes. In any case, he almost always humped over, showing his submissive attitude.
Personality: Jhovam, being raised as a slave his entire life, was a passive and submissive person. He seemed to be a genuinely caring person, acting as both a nurturer and supporter for those whom he worked for. He has steadfast loyalty to his “masters”, and would defend his honor of that loyalty to the end if he must. He was naturally inquisitive, but his oppressive past owner made him halt almost all questions before they were even asked. Because of that, he hardly spoke up and inquired about justifications, plans, and knowledge.
History: Jhovam was raised as a slave in his old mistress’s home, where he was a general slave who did the minor biddings of his master. When he grew older, he showed a talent with herbs and medicine, so his mistress trained him as a backup-healer aside from his normal tasks. When a vile sickness gripped her compound, he and the three other slave-healers devised a cure, making his mistress very proud. To show her gratitude (she was very fickle), she gave Jhovam a silver-stone mace. He learned to use it when the mistress alerted him of pest problems, which happened commonly. To deal with them, he had to squash them constantly before he finally devised herbal solutions; he used strong-smelling herbs to repel the pests before they even became a problem. For this reward, the mistress gave him a small, shiny rock. He held that gift in the highest esteem for decades.
At night, Jhovam encountered dreams of an unknown sort; he felt an unusual presence. The pressure of this force was always there, and yet he could never reach out and touch it. The shadows in the dream twirled and shook at his touch, as if they thought the attempt to solve the mystery was simply tickling them. Finally, he walked through the shadows enveloping him and discovered a brilliantly silver . . . thing. He didn’t know what it was, or where it came from. Honestly, his initial reaction was fear, and he immediately woke up. Ever since that dream, he felt that light presence brush up against his consciousness, causing him to panic at the slightest events and seem to be in a daze half the time.
His mistress, after a stressful night and cracking of sanity, sold her slaves across the world. Jhovam was sold to the compound, where he finally dreamt contact with this silver form. Hesitantly asking what it was, he soon found out it was a “dragon” or some such nonsense. Instead of ignoring it, he grew familiar with it, and together, they defeated imaginary beasts in the dreams or simply became friends. For once, Jhovam openly spoke his mind with this creature.
It called itself “Ygrashmak”, and it became clearer and clearer when the dreams progressed over many nights. One day, Jhovam felt the odd tingle on his mind, and the world began to swim and blur, shifting and fading into an alien place of oddly-shaped and colored grass. He saw a glimpse of his silver friend before landing in this world, confused and in a headache. Where he was? He didn’t know.
Jhovam was a truly beautiful person inside. He had a caring heart, a loyal attitude, and a compassionate soul. At virtually all times, Jhovam seemed humble and a bit insecure, like most slaves raised in Feretris. Together, it formed a nice neat little package known as Jhovam.
Jhovam had a serious dislike for magic that lasted for what seemed to be ages. Ever since he was a small child, he distrusted the power females wielded in Feretris. It grew into an umbrella bias against all mysticism that caused him to distrust any wielder of the arcane arts or mystical talents. Because of that, he was extremely mistrustful of his draconian counterpart's gifts, but his prejudice did not taint his image of Ygrashmak.
He loved the medical fields of knowledge, and his main usage of his rare ability to read (well, rare for a slave) was to learn more medicine. He specialized in anatomical analysis of wounds, knowing what parts of the body would be injured and which areas are the most sensitive. Because of that, he could channel his efforts into areas that would help the rest of the body heal, multiplying his (mundane) healing output. His secondary specialization was herbal remedies, and he knew how to use the plants around him properly in an emergency. This gave Jhovam an almost seperate persona when he was in the process of healing a person. Instead of being a meek, awkward person in a situation of supreme uncomfort, Jhovam acted like an artist in the process of finishing his masterpiece. Jhovam demanded at least some level of respect while healing, and most female grant it when they are bleeding or severely injured enough to justify going to a slave for medical attention.
Jhovam was born and instantly sold off. Intrigued by the blue-eyed baby, Mistress Urith bought him right away. She and her female family helped raise the child just like the other slaves: obedience, loyalty, and humble at all times. Jhovam grew in this obstructive environment, and his personality softened. When he reached the age of ten, however, they began disciplining him for his inquisitive nature. Mistress Urith was not pleased with his questions, but realized the value of a slave who actually wanted to learn a few things. Ordering him to be taught basic reading and writing, he was charged with the care of the Mistress's personal library, which was a grand total of three meager bookshelves filled with cooking books, gardening books, and average how-to-survive and how-to-live books.
In his free time (which was reasonably short), Jhovam read these books and loved the knowledge presented in them. Even though it took him quite some time to learn things, he hardly ever forgot what was finally acquired. Again, Mistress Urith saw potential in her pale-skinned slave. At the age of twelve, he was taught to be a back-up medic and healer, "just in case". However, these lessons were taught at night, away from his day-schedule of work. Jhovam felt stressed, and in the first few years, received more discipline than any other year of his life. He began to loathe the magic his mistresses wielded, and this distrust soon spread to the entire field of arcane power.
Jhovam flourished in his new position in the estate, loving the medical lore and knowledge given to him. Although he was trained, officially, as a backup medic, he became more talented and skilled than the other backup medics in the estate. True, he wasn't as good as the mistress teaching him, but he was a natural in the medical field. During his fifteenth year, Jhovam witnessed a small flu fly across the estate. Naturally, he and the other slaves prepared a medicine that would heal this common illness. Alas, the tonic and potion did not work. The slaves began to panic as the illness grew more serious and resilient to their methods of healing it. When the mistress in charge of the medical slaves fell ill to the sickness, the slaves were left alone to devise a cure. Through night after night and trial after trial, they created an incense using the leaves of the Aicoria plant and the moss of Lowisday with a hint of mint, lavender, and other ingredients. When burning, the patients (and slaves) who inhaled it recovered to full health within a matter of days. By the time the cure was developed, only three medical slaves remained, including Jhovam. To reward the three slaves, Mistress Urith granted upon each a token of her gratitude. After all, they saved the lives of her daughters, herself, and countless slaves (which were worth a fortune).
Jhovam received his gift with great pride and joy. The token was his beloved stone mace with silver (or so he thought it was) decorations. All in all, it wasn't the most beautiful or powerful or well-made mace. Jhovam didn't care, however. He had a gift - no, a token of gratitude from his mistress! The next two years passed well, and Jhovam lived gently under the soft care of Mistress Urith. Alas, the mistress's gentle and generous demeanor wasn't natural. In fact, her mental state was deteriorating over the years, manifesting in random gifts, unjust punishments, and bouts of amnesia. Finally, her mind cracked as she sold every slave she owned away.
Jhovam was crushed when he heard he was going to be sold. He lived in Urith Estates! It was his home for as long as he could remember! But his sorrows didn't prevent the transaction. Over the next few weeks, he slept in the Mistress's slave pit, dreaming of an odd silver-white blur. It was a comforting sight, even though Jhovam didn't know what it was. Every night, he mentally reached out to it, only to find a glass-like wall in between them.
However, a new element manifested within the dreams. He heard a voice on the other side. Inquisitive, Jhovam called out to it. "Hello? Is someone on the other side?"
Naturally, there was a response. The voice was deep, but distance. "Of course there is. Is there someone on that side?"
Jhovam laughed to himself, then flinched. He half-expected to be reprimanded for laughing out of turn, but the dream didn't attack him. In fact, no one did. For two weeks, he had lengthly conversations with the blur, and then he finally felt the presence of the entity during waking hours. At the sun's light, he chatted to his new-found friend. At night, he reflected and relaxed next to him. The entity's presence soothed Jhovam enough to the point of no sorrow when he left the slave pit to his new home: Elric Estates.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:30 pm
Ygrashmak
Name: Ygrashmak, "Rashmak"
Gender: Male
Age: 17 / ? [As old as Jhovam]
Magic?: Yghrashmak was much more potent in the magical field compaired to Jhovam, using his positive abilities constantly to those whom he believed “injured”. This, over time, strengthened Ygrashmak’s own abilities and powers.
Appearance: Ygrashmak, Jhovam’s silver dragon, was truly a regal creature. Standing tall, almost double Jhovam’s height, Ygrashmak was an imposing figure. His scales were tiny, hardly noticeable by the casual observer. Instead, one would notice how he seems to shimmer and shine, reflecting the environment around him. He had a beak-like nose that seemed to be formed out of a large plate. Similar plates ran up his head, separating into two horns that protrude from behind his eyes. Each horn was tipped with a dark silvery blue. He had two eyes, each one a silvery-blue pool that shined even more so then the rest of him. There weren’t any pupils, so one would have troubles knowing exactly what he was looking at.
Along the spine of Ygrashmak was a long, vellum-like frill. It was silvery blue, and was supported by silvery-blue spikes tipped with a darker hue. It appeared to be quite delicate, but was, indeed, reflective and shimmering. A similar frill followed his jaw to behind his eyes, forming a goatee-like beard and a web-like boarder along the side of his head. He had two large, silvery blue wings that seem soft and warm to the touch. An odd trait was obvious to his anatomy: he had an extra claw on his left front leg.
Personality: Ygrashmak dragon followed a similar personality type. As a passive dragon, the bond between Jhovam and Yghrashmak wasn’t as radical and chaotic as some others, but the bond itself threatened the two more. After all, it was easier to harm someone who didn’t have the will to fight.
History: Ygrashmak was born and raised in a community of multi-hued dragons. Since he was raised to utilize his healing magic from an early age, his fields of knowledge merely encompassed that of life and medicine. In his youth, he was a member of a small group of fellow young dragons. This group helped him form his moral compass and ethics. One day, he healed a troop of dragons who fell off a cliff. This spurred him to heal more and learn more, making him a potent healer when his training was complete.
One night, he dreamed of his mortal on the other side of a mental barrier. This caused a friendship, then love, to grow between them after hours and hours of conversation every night. They never found boredom in their dreams together, and side-by-side, they began to influence the world around them
Ygrashmak was a humorous, kind being. Being raised in the draconian world and having a window into the "mortal realm", he had a flexible sense of reality and creativity. However, it was often overshadowed by his strong and innate sense of justice. He would often throw himself into harm's way to try and bring around justice. At times, especially within the Draconian Realm, this was considered brave and true. Alas, it did not translate well into the mortal realm. This was evident when he subtly guided Jhovam into justice-seeking paths, only to feel the marks of discipline soon empathetically grow onto his hide.
Aside from his justice-seeking endeavors, Ygrashmak was light-hearted and humerus, enjoying a relaxing and pleasant joke. Although he was horrid at telling any form of joke and expressing humor, he didn't stop trying. After all, what was life without love or happiness? His light attitude did pass onto his patients when he was in the process of healing them, much to their appreciation.
Ygrashmak distrusted the Chromatic dragons in general, claiming that their mainly offensive capabilities was more work for him. The Green Dragons were especially high on his prejudice list, as Ygrashmak claimed that their poison was harder to detect and more potent then most others he knew of. The poison was difficult to heal. Other than that, he generally distrusted the deceit- and illusion-based dragons, including some of his own hue. when you are a healer, you need facts, knowledge, and reliability. Around these creatures, reality seemed even more flexible and unstable, which was hard to heal in. Outside of healing, he didn't mind. In fact, it was almost fun to be around those crafty little guys. But once they were injured, Ygrashmak reluctantly tried to heal them.
Ygrashmak was born from a blue with silver-speckled shelled egg. Raised in a small cluster of silver healer dragons in a community of multi-hues, Ygrashmak was trained to utilize his healing gifts. Naturally, the magic was more complicated than it sounded, so it took him decades and decades to get to the level he was at when the bond first manifested. Of course, it must be remembered that the Draconian Realm's time flow is different than the mortal realm's.
As a child, Ygrashmak was somewhat popular in his group, hanging out with a handful of other Hatchings: a bronze named "Kioaiar", who loved to make little trinkets; a copper named "Thaliaran", who lead the small group; a diamond named "Phaethoria", who helped ensure that everyone was safe in the public's eyes; and a blue named "Maelik", who just loved playing and creating sparks. Together, this group was raised amongst each other and played with each other for over twenty years, practicing their magic and spying on their mortal counterparts.
When not visiting his dear friends, Ygrashmak was often wandering around and watching the other dragonkind to their jobs. one day, when he was near the end of his training, Ygrashmak witnessed a handful of dragons fall off a cliff side. Obviously, they were too shocked to fly off as their heavy bodies plummeted toward the rocky bottom. Ygrashmak flew after them, but he couldn't save them from the fall. They did live, thanks to their extremely tough hides and strong bodies. Worried sick, he began to heal the dragons carefully and cautiously. All in all, that day he healed two bronze, a gold, and a copper dragon from the fall. They were close-mouthed about why they fell, but Ygrashmak didn't care. He was simply gleeful to have healed people outside of his training. Later finding out that these four dragons were part of his community, he entered his training with a newfound and magnificent vigor, devouring the knowledge presented to him with a love of helping creatures.
One night, years later, Ygrashmak encountered a dream more vivid than his usually foggy and secretive ones. He felt a distinct mental barrier separating himself from a blurred brown-tan thing he could only assume was his mortal. Joyful, he introduced himself and sparked a lovely relationship between mortal and magical, human and dragon.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 8:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 8:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 8:52 pm
Vania
Name: Vania
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Magic?: Of course! Her Emerald Dragon, named Smargadus. He is a powerful, masculine dragon who specializes in planting illusion and ideas into the minds of others through subtle techniques. If the arcane-guided charisma and subtle entry does not work, his magic can manifest into a more powerful force that can alter parts of a person's reality. In essence, it is a mental and completely believed illusion. Vania and Smargadus have often used their magic to allow Vania to infiltrate circles, groups, guilds, and organizations. Now with the task of infiltrating Feretris, Vania hides under a handful of guises to protect herself from the rival nation's spies and to gather her objective.
Appearance: Vania has taken many forms using her draconian ally's magic, and favors a few. In Feretris, she has taken the form of a tall, thin woman with long sable hair that flowed freely from her delicate-looking head. Her face was well-proportioned and balanced, boasting a petite nose and auburn eyes. She often wore a long and flowing, but modest, crimson dress. It covered her arms, legs, and body quite well, allowing Smargadus's magic to only have to extend to her visible portions of her body.
When not impersonating a member of Feretris's heirarchy, she takes the form of a small, dark-skinned and fragile looking slave. She uses this inconspicuous disguise to explore the compound, using her mysticism to convince those who see her that she is a slave, and one who's name is on the tip of the tongue.
Without magic, Vania stands at about five feet and around nine inches. Even though she isn't particularly tall, her regal demeanor makes her seem much more imposing, contrary to her frail-looking frame or somewhat simple features. She has brilliantly blue eyes and white-blond hair that is often tied into the back. Her skin is naturally pale, but has tanned in the sunlight that she often has to travel in. She almost always wears a mightier-than-thou expression that reveals no emotion.
Her dragon is a thick-bodied, muscular dragon that shimmers with the light around him. Because of his hue, he is actually transparent and seemingly forged out of raw, living emerald. His green hue stands out in almost all situations, even making fresh grass seem brown in comparison. His eyes are forged out of Emerald as well, but they don't seem as jagged and crystal-like as the rest of his body. In fact, they seem to be solid emerald orbs globes. He has two very large wings that fold neatly around his body and spikes running down his spine, separated by about a yard or so.
Personality: Vania, being raised as a member of the royal family, is quite haughty and egotistical. She believes that her status must be recognized (except for covert missions) and that she must receive the respect she deserves. As well, her training as a Three-Star Agent has made her impersonal to those around her during a mission as she tries to resist any bond being formed. Of course, she might pretend to be bonded so that she could get further into the group, but that tends to be a last resort.
When not on business, she is truly a hopeless romantic. All her life, she dreamed of being stuck in a tower, locked away by a dragon or something, and have a daring love-interest save her. Of course, the dragon portion of her dream has changed a bit, but knows that Smargadus would lock her in a tower for love.
Smargadus is a stern, level-headed creature that often seems insightful and wise but truly states the obvious. He knows a lot about personal illusions and deception, so he values the few concrete and static landmarks in his life. Under his tough and somewhat egotistical demeanor is a true love and caring for Vania and shiny objects.
History: Vania was born as Cedric's younger sister by about four years. She always looked up to her brother, and when approaching her child-age, dreamed of a knight who mirrored her brother to save her. To her, he was the quintessential image of nobility and virtue (which wasn't actually true). As she grew older, she dreamed more and more of her tower and draconian warden during her training as a member of the royal family and court. However, when she was at age thirteen, Cedric was captured. As her world began degrading around her, she slowly started (and was unsuccessful) a search for her lost brother and dear friend. Years past as she trained as a Three-Star Agent (a knowledge-gathering guild who's purpose was to inform and protect the royal family) so she could join the elite force that was meant to save her brother.
Years have passed, and on her twenty-first birthday, she underwent the aging ritual and awakening of her draconian bond. In the ceremony, she named the new ally "Smargadus", which meant precious in the ancient tongue. For thirteen years, she used her new ally's gifts to perfect her intricate skills. At the age of thirty-four, she entered Feretris in search of her brother and any marks he might have left. She quickly found information about a pale-skinned slave name "Cedric" who was a slave that slept with many of the mistresses as a love slave. At first, she rolled her eyes at Cedric, and then realized the weight of that news. If this was indeed her brother (which she truly believed it was), then he might have created children, and these children might have the draconian bond that was limited to the royal family for ages! Feeling a mix of fear and dread, she ran off to now find and bring freedom to all of Cedric's children.
Every slave she was about to reach managed to be bought out to a place called "Elric Estates", and she immediately ran off to that location to try and save the offspring of Cedric and his unions with the women.
Poor Vania.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 8:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 8:56 pm
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