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 Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 12:25 pm
Welcome to the original birthplace of Rhea This journal is maintained by BlackFireKitsune  Height: 15h 1" Rhea's Stats Skill level: 41Power: 9 pts Strength: 9 pts Intelligence: 51 pts Wisdom: 13 pts Courage: 9 pts Luck: 11 pts Speed: 12 pts Agility: 7 pts Adaptability: 7 pts Stamina: 9 pts
Personality: Rhea is polite to all, even when the nequus she's talking with is rude. She is very calm, and doesn't enjoy fighting. However, if angered, she is not afraid to lash out at the offender. She loves her sole daughter, Cressida, and continues her search for her lost daughter. She holds a grudge against male ichsas for her own personal reasons, but realizes not all prove their stereotype to be true.
Location: She is a constant traveler, one who never stays in one place for too long. However, she makes frequent trips to two specific trees in Shrilal, as well as to the ocean, in hopes of finding her daughter.
Rhea's Tree is located in the Southern Quadrant 
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 1:54 pm
Contents:
01 - Mule post
02 - Rules and contents
03 - Origins
04 - Extra information
05 - Think on Me
06 - Inventory
07 - Acquaintances
08 - Meetings
09 - History
10 - Journal (Mo)
11 - Discoveries (Ocean)
12 - Journal (babbling)
13 - Discoveries (Ocean)
14 - Journal (Paint mare)
15 - Discoveries (Shrilal)
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 7:13 pm
I hadn't planned anything with Cressida. She was a kind girl, and would only deceive others if they didn't seem trustworthy. As I roleplayed her more and more, it turned out she had been separated from her mother as a young foal.
Cressida now had a mother figure, a pure white Reya mare without a name. At least, not one that Cress remembered. It also turned out Cressida never knew her father, but he had been mostly gold, which is where Cressida received her bright coloring. He had either disappeared, died, or probably both. She also had a foster father, a male Ichsa, who chased her away from her mother somehow, and who "got what was coming to him" if Cressida knew her mother right.
So, Cressida's mother was pure white, loving, single, protective, and was willing to fight for or avenge her daughter. So the foster father disappeared from the picture, as well.
The idea of Cressida being reunited with her long lost mother was too much to bear, and so Rhea became an official, un-named custom idea. It also fit in with how Cressida was developing. She had a self-appointed goal of finding her mother once more, and it appeared she wouldn't stop until she found her.
I waited a few months for a chance to get Rhea as a custom, and it happened during the first herd event. It's kind of ironic, now that I think of it, to get a custom Reya through a Jala herd event, since the two breeds are supposedly enemies. XD
It turned out that I had already filled out a full custom form for Rhea and saved it onto my home computer, but at the time of winning the free custom I was 7 hours away at my grandparents' house, and I didn't want to wait for her to be worked on. It obviously wasn't hard to re-create her from memory. She was pure white, after all. As a last minute decision, I asked for her to have several feathers; two behind her ear and two on a chain that curled around her tail. She also received a silver necklace with a teardrop-shaped stone on the end. These few trinkets, along with her striking blue eyes, broke up the endless white of her coat. Nothing else was needed, despite her being so very white, and my next task was to assign her a name and personality. Her personality wasn't that hard. While she was protective and loving to her daughter, how would she act around others? Certainly she would be polite and kind, to a certain extent, if she was to ascertain information about her daughter's whereabouts. How would she get information from others if she was rude to them? Civil seemed to work perfectly for her.
A name was much harder. I had found Cressida's name through a name website, and it linked the name to Greek mythology. So there I searched, but found no mother's name for poor Cressida, although I found her father's name. But, obviously, that was no use to me. So, instead, I went back to the name site and continued on my search. The theme of Greek mythology for a name was a good idea, mostly because Cressida's name came from the same category. A few names with meanings popped up, but none of them really suited her. I did, early on, try some Japanese names, but none of those suited her either. I turned to any female name from Greek mythology I could find. Rhea had always been one of my favorites, and I now had a chance to use it.
And then Cressida's mother Rhea really took a solid shape. Before I'd picked a name for her, I rolled her stats to try and help think of a suitable name. It turned out it didn't help at all, but it did help shape her personality. With power and strength both at nine, she wasn't a weakling, but she certainly wasn't the most powerful nequus in the world, either. With intelligence of thirteen, she was certainly educated in the ways of the world, and with wisdom at nine, a stat in the middle, it showed she knew for the most part how to use her knowledge. With courage at eleven it would take a lot to cause her to flee in a panic or from fear, and with luck at twelve she would certainly be one of the luckiest nequus out there. With a speed of nine she was fleet of foot but not the fastest around, and a little on the clumsy side as well, with agility of seven. Adaptability at seven, too, meant it would take a while for her to cope with changes, and stamina at nine meant that she wouldn't tire very easily, but she wasn't tireless, either. Her stats seemed to reflect her perfectly. Her speed and agility I would have liked to have been higher, but they were fine all the same.
All settled, I finally had Cressida's mother. She had more planning than Cressida herself in looks and history, but just as much in personality. However, even though I finally got Rhea, I decided against having her instantly reunite with Cressida. It would be much more fun to have both of them searching for each other for a while longer. It also seemed like fun to have Rhea's first official rp with a male ichsa, a breed and gender she has issues with, but who also knows Cressida. It just seemed like a perfect opening, and it was.
That's about it for Rhea's origins, ooc-wise. I'm still discovering her extended character, hopes, dreams, etc, through rp, but all that is saved for other sections.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 7:47 pm
The Tree Her tree is not one of the young ones that makes up the outskirts of Shrilal. It is inwards just a little bit, and quite hard to miss. The bark of the entire tree is a pure, snow white. It is almost impossible to see where the separate saplings sprouted, then wound together over time, because both were white as snow. The bark is smooth, if one cares to touch it through the sharp, black thorns that protrude everywhere. The branches are straight and strong, growing outwards to create a thick canopy when the leaves are in full bloom. Said leaves are as white as the bark of the tree, except when the light strikes them, they glow with a golden light until the light shifts again, and they return to their snowy hue. They fall at the end of winter to mix with the snow, though no one can tell the leaves from the snow until the sun shines its brightest. The leaves, however, only fall when they feel the first push from the young buds beneath them. Strung around the tree are several gray feathers with dark gray tips. Whether Rhea put them there herself or whether someone else did, no one knows, and Rhea isn't keen to tell.
The Mare: The snow-colored mare's skin is a light pink, only visible when her coat is wet, though even then it is still hardly noticeable. Her pelt is pure white, and she likes to keep it meticulously clean so it doesn't fade or turn gray. Her eyes are a the color of the ocean at night. Her white mane is medium length, though rather wavy, with some loose curls here and there. Two dark-gray tipped feathers, nearly white themselves, are firmly attached behind her right ear by human hands. A silver-colored stone hangs from a silver chain around her neck. A similar chain is wrapped around her muscular white tails several times, with a feather matching the two behind her ear that hangs from the end of the chain, which dangles from her tails on the right side. Save her blue eyes, gray hooves, horn, and the claws on her wings, her entire body is a pure white. She speaks very formally to strangers and acquaintances, though she relaxes around friends. Her tone is soft and she dislikes yelling, but will if she feels it necessary.
General:
Name: Rhea
Pronunciation: RAY-uh or Ree
Nickname: Name's short enough to begin with.
Height: 15h 1"
Age: Not too young, but not too old.
I had Cressida, surprisingly enough, when I was barely older than a young filly, myself.
Gender: Mare
Color: White
Lineage:
Sire: Deceased
Dam: Deceased
Ex-Mate: Deceased
Mate: None
Love Interest: None
Children: Cressida
Etc:
Post color: Black
Song: Think on Me
Currently ic: Ambling around the beach
Currently ooc: Fix my journal!
Original stats:
Power: 9 pts
Strength: 9 pts
Intelligence: 13 pts
Wisdom: 9 pts
Courage: 11 pts
Luck: 12 pts
Speed: 9 pts
Agility: 7 pts
Adaptability: 7 pts
Stamina: 9 pts
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 7:23 pm
Think on Me
To be filled in soon.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:47 pm
A hole was set naturally into the white tree, hidden behind a clump of leaves, so that it was only visible if you were to look. Inside it is some dried grass, carefully placed inside of the hole. Resting atop this are several interesting trinkets and objects, seemingly acquired by Rhea in her travels.
- A small white seashell, a scallop shell, with hints of pink on the outside, the inside completely pink.
- Another small white spiral seashell, looks similar to an ichsa horn, completely white.
- A few curled leaves of light gold
- A few leaves of a vibrant shade of gold, obviously a bit faded
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:07 pm
These creatures I have found worth of my love and affection. Not many.
Cressida - My first and only daughter. We were separated when she was only a young filly, and I haven't seen her since.
Friends:
Though I don't love these people, I care for them dearly, they're my very close friends.
Maurice (Mo) - I was a bit hesitant at first, as he's the same gender and breed of the git who took Cressie from me, but he's nothing like the stallion I met before. He's very kind with an adorable accent, and he knows Cressie. Such a lovely blue, as well. He loves the sea too, and he's my neighbor for a while; I won't be leaving the ocean anytime soon.
Indifferent:
Those who I don't know what to think of go here, whether we've had one meeting or one hundred. I'll place them elsewhere when I figure out where they belong.
Dislike:
These people have done something to irritate me. It'll be hard to get off this list if you're on it.
Brindled Paint - She never gave me a name, and I suppose even if she did I wouldn't bother to remember it. Seems to me she dislikes all Reya for simply being what they are, and permanently has a wasp stuck in her backside. I hope to never see her blue hide again.
Hate:
If someone's on this list, they have done something so awful I have no other emotion towards them. They'll never get off this list.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:10 pm
Midday Mirror - I returned to the ocean for the first time in quite a while, and I found a wonderful Ichsa stallion. He showed me that stereotypes are evil things and should be forgotten. He's met Cressida, as well.
Breakfast? - After finally arriving in Shrilal after running non-stop from Quirne, I came upon a rolling apple that belonged to a brindled blue paint mare guarding her tree. She seemed like she had a wasp permanently stuck up her behind, and warned me about the red mountain and a herd of hers there. Why would I ever be inclined to go to a dusty red mountain when I could spend time with my long-lost daughter?
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:39 pm
Anyway, my only sibling died within a year, so I was left alone with my parents. I got on well with them, though my mother grew more distant with each passing day, though I don't know why. My father grew more affectionate as my mother grew more indifferent, so I don't know which was worse. They both snapped, however, when I refused to accept the stallion they had chose for me. He was a boring old git. He'd already had children and was years older than I was! Can you believe that? I'm sure he wasn't as old as I had thought at the time, but still. I wasn't about to take such a stallion as him. And they wanted me to take this grumpy old git as a mate. He was a dusty dapple gray who didn't bother to clean his coat regularly. It looked like he hadn't bathed in months, if ever. My parents told me it was a good match; the most sought after mare in the herd, matched to the herd leader. A match perfect for my parents. If I had gone through with it, it would have put my parents very high in our society.
Anyway, instead of him I chose a healthy young stallion. He was the most beautiful shade of gold I'd ever seen. He wasn't like most stallions in our herd, though. Most of the stallions wanted any mare they could get, desperate they were. This one was different. It was like he didn't care if he got one or not. He did want a mate, he told me, but he wasn't desperate, willing to do anything just to keep the mare relatively close like most stallions were. He gave me respect and in return I gave it to him. He was wonderful, but my parents not only disapproved of my refusal, they disapproved of him, and when they found out I was standing firm by my choice, they had me run out.
After that, he and I wandered all over Urin. I was determined to be good to my children, not like my parents were to me. Before long we were both drawn to Shrilal, only to find a beautiful little pair of saplings growing together, intertwining. We immediately set about caring for the little tree. At first, four little fruit buds appeared on the tree, much to our delight. All was going well for a time. The four fruits were growing more each day. Two of them were mostly white, one was mostly gold with, oddly enough, a little bit of green, and the last seemed to have equal amounts of both white and gold on it. Everything seemed perfect one day, then absolutely terrible the next.
At dusk, my mate left on his rounds to go gather food for me, since I couldn't leave the tree at all, for fear of losing the fruits to weakness or other nequus. At dawn, my mate had not yet returned. He did not return all of that day or the next. I was forced to leave the young tree and my children to graze or find other fruit to eat, such as apples, but I returned with a sunken heart. I knew if I continued to wander far from the tree, the fruits would weaken and die. Still, I had to try and stay strong for them, else I would die along with them. This went on for a week, and at the end of such I had lost three of my four children to weakness. The last, the blended gold and white fruit, I was determined to protect no matter what the cost. This was the last child I had that tied me to my mate, and I was not going to lose it. I went to sleep that night with an aching heart, but with a fixed purpose.
I woke the following morning to find a blue and green Ichsa stallion wandering nearby. I jumped to my feet, checked the tree, and once I found the fruit hanging untouched, I looked at the intruder. I was ready to attack him when I saw he carried the woven basket my mate had received from the two-legs. This stallion told me the two-legs had captured and murdered my mate, to my absolute horror and dismay. He then pledged his undying loyalty to me and promised he would bring food to me, just like my mate had. I was unpleasantly reminded of the herd I had left, but I agreed. What else could I do? This seemed to be the only way to insure that both I and my sole child would survive. I agreed, if temporarily, and life continued.
Dear Cressida hatched from her fruit, a shade of gold lighter than her sire's, but with the same white as mine. She was as energetic as any other foal, and seemed very healthy. This made me very happy. I protected her, I cared for her, and I taught her everything I knew. The stallion stayed, though I completely forgot he was there at all while I was with my daughter.
One day, the Ichsa offered to give me a break and take Cressida for a flying lesson. I was exhausted, and glad for a break. He returned without her in a panic, saying the two-legs had brought her into the mountains. I rushed there as fast as I could, completely forgetting the stallion, but he was right behind me the whole way. When we arrived I could find no trace of any two-legs, nor anything of my daughter. He began to question me why I was so obsessed with my daughter when I had him for a mate. Immediately my panic and fear turned to hatred as I turned on him. He was not my mate and never was, I assured him, and told him he never would be. I had but one mate, the greatest stallion I had ever met, and such a petty Ichsa as himself couldn't ever hope to compare to. It was then the Ichsa told me the truth. He had seen me and fell in love with me immediately, if love was even a possible emotion for him, and desired me for his own mate. He followed my mate as he left to gather food, and struck him down from behind, the coward. He gave me every gory detail of my poor mate's death, how the poor stallion was crippled as one of his hind legs broke from the impact, how the Ichsa used his horn to insure the gilded stallion didn't get up again, how the disgusting brute reared and struck with his hooves again and again. He told me then he spent the next few days washing off, for he knew that if I saw any sign of blood on his pelt I would have killed him immediately. And he was right.
He got what was coming to him, at any rate. He didn't receive one good injury that he had not given my mate first, though I think he was left in a much more pitiful state. I didn't seek out my mate's body to find if it was true or not. I know that if he had survived, he would have returned to me, and he hadn't. Not once. I never doubted his death, and went straight into my quest to find my daughter. This stallion had cost me not only my mate, but my only daughter, as well. The only good thing that came about from that was the fact that he won't be causing more pain and grief for anymore families.
That's where I am now. It's been quite a while now. I don't know if Cressida is alive or not still, but I will continue my search, and assume she's alive. I won't believe she's gone forever until I find evidence for it. I haven't talked that much to anyone in quite a long, long time. Maybe once or twice to say hello, ask if they had seen my daughter, thank you, good-bye. I should eat more, drink more, rest more, but I can't. I fear if I rest for even a moment longer, that I will never see Cressida again. What if I fall asleep and if I do that, she might appear where I had intended to go, if I hadn't fallen asleep. The thoughts trouble me greatly, though I really need more rest than I allow myself to have. Hopefully I'll find my daughter soon.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:50 pm
Well, as it turns out, she wasn't there. Instead, I saw an Ichsa stallion. I confess to being very stiff at first, though I tried very hard to convince myself he wasn't like the last I'd met. I fear I was very formal while talking to him; I hadn't had a proper conversation with anyone in years. But either way, I told him I was looking for Cressida and described her. I was completely dumbstruck when he went into a prancing, dancing fit, but he used Cressida's nickname, Cressie. Not only did he see my daughter and know her, but she had approved of him so far as to allow him the use of her nickname. That was enough for me to accept this stallion as a friend.
And a lovely friend he'll make, too. We went for a run after our happy meeting, he's got such a lovely little accent and way with words. He lives at the ocean, and has allowed me to be his neighbor for the time being. I must admit though, I wouldn't mind staying even after I see Cressida again. I would like to get to know more about this stallion dubbed Mo by my daughter. My day has greatly improved, and ended on such a wonderful note. I can't wait to see dear Cressie again. Not only do I know she's alive and well, but I met a good friend of hers as well.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:50 pm
What I discovered at the ocean:
- two seashells
- a starfish
- a new friend
- stereotypes suck
- Cress is alive and well
- determination
- hope
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 10:38 am
I saw Mo again and he told me that Cressie is in Shrilal with a half-blood fruit tree and that she's still there and I've been running all the way here so I can find her as soon as possible and I'm babbling. Yay!
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 10:41 am
What I discovered at the ocean: (again)
- Cress is still alive
- she's in Shrilal
- she has a child of her own
- I'm going to be a grandmother
- I'm going to see my daughter again!
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 11:51 am
Anyway, that's besides the point. I was looking for Cressida or her tree, when a juicy looking apple rolled down a small hill and came to rest in front of me. Nearby I spotted a brindled blue paint mare with a tree of her own, each of the four fruits a lovely mix of white with either blue or red, and in one case all three colors. I commented about how proud she must be to have them, but she merely spat insults and threats at me. She never used my name, and never gave me hers, which suits me fine. I left her and her apple, and she went to stand over it as I left and spouted more threats at me, talking of a 'brindled race' on the red mountains that could only be Fyhi tel Oren. I told her off and then continued my search for Cressida, my thoughts returning to more pleasant things. It's good such a displeasing mare didn't succeed in worsening my good mood.
I'm going to see my daughter and I'm going to be a grandmother!
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 11:55 am
What I discovered in Shrilal:
- there is a Reya-hating herd of brindled Jala on Fyhi tel Oren
- it would be wise for us to avoid said mountain
- all Jalas on said mountain probably act similar to the brindled blue paint mare, with wasps up their backsides
- the half of Shrilal I have combed through so far does not contain my daughter nor my grandchild
- recurring hope and determination to find both relatives as soon as possible
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