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STATUS: I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya 11 yrs ago
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I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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What happened to memory loss? That was cool!
I posted ^_^
And am very excited about Unicorns.
And am very excited about Unicorns.
Out in the wood, down the river and around the bend there was a small clearing. The ground was moist and spongy from the nearby stream and the recent rains, from it grew great swaths of tall grass weeds and wildflowers. When she stood they grew up to her shoulder in some places, but instead she sat, her wool skirt kept her dry and and spread out about her, neglecting her duties.
Her laughter filled the clean air like a bell, disturbing locust who retreated from the human ruckus. Bits of the wild-grass and seeds tangled in her long auburn hair and clung to her cloths, neat homespun things.
She tossed a river-cabbage as far as she could over the grass. In a few moments a large buck-toothed rodent collared by a lilac handkerchief scurried through the grass toward her, pushing the cabbage along with his nose. Squeaking with delight and effort. His name was Raty. That was what Haven and her father called him while they though of a proper name, which they never did. So 'Raty' stuck, and suited him just fine.
As soon as the Cabbage was back in her hand, she threw it away one more, it and the rat quickly vanished into the tall grass.
She sighed, lying back to bask in the sunlight. It was a beautiful day. It was this, and other simple quaint things that made her happy. She loved her life, the village and everyone in it, the rat, the dad, and even the river cabbages brought her joy. She was a simple girl who loved simple things. She had not aspirations or desires of ever leaving home, or being anything other than a cabbage farmer.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Haven jolted upright. "Raty?"
The rodent appeared, and without the cabbage, leaped straight into Haven's arms. He nearly knocked her back into the grass, he curled into a ball and trembled. Haven felt something wet on her arm, and noticed red and black... Raty's blood and... and... some other tar-like substance draining from a gash in his side.
She stood, struggling to keep a steady hold on the large-rat.
From her full height, she could see the grass bending, something was coming closer.
"Hang on..." she whispered to her pet, and turned away. Running at full tilt toward the village. She did not know what was behind her, it had hurt Raty, and she was no hunter nor fighter. She was frightened, but confident that when she reached the village help would be there...
Her laughter filled the clean air like a bell, disturbing locust who retreated from the human ruckus. Bits of the wild-grass and seeds tangled in her long auburn hair and clung to her cloths, neat homespun things.
She tossed a river-cabbage as far as she could over the grass. In a few moments a large buck-toothed rodent collared by a lilac handkerchief scurried through the grass toward her, pushing the cabbage along with his nose. Squeaking with delight and effort. His name was Raty. That was what Haven and her father called him while they though of a proper name, which they never did. So 'Raty' stuck, and suited him just fine.
As soon as the Cabbage was back in her hand, she threw it away one more, it and the rat quickly vanished into the tall grass.
She sighed, lying back to bask in the sunlight. It was a beautiful day. It was this, and other simple quaint things that made her happy. She loved her life, the village and everyone in it, the rat, the dad, and even the river cabbages brought her joy. She was a simple girl who loved simple things. She had not aspirations or desires of ever leaving home, or being anything other than a cabbage farmer.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Haven jolted upright. "Raty?"
The rodent appeared, and without the cabbage, leaped straight into Haven's arms. He nearly knocked her back into the grass, he curled into a ball and trembled. Haven felt something wet on her arm, and noticed red and black... Raty's blood and... and... some other tar-like substance draining from a gash in his side.
She stood, struggling to keep a steady hold on the large-rat.
From her full height, she could see the grass bending, something was coming closer.
"Hang on..." she whispered to her pet, and turned away. Running at full tilt toward the village. She did not know what was behind her, it had hurt Raty, and she was no hunter nor fighter. She was frightened, but confident that when she reached the village help would be there...
I'll try this one out ^_^
Omg. I did a double take when I saw my icon!
I'll be posting once I catch up with this weekend!
I'm going to find a good picture to replace the "oops" in the first post... Or if one of y'all finds one link it here and maybe we can use that!
I'll be posting once I catch up with this weekend!
I'm going to find a good picture to replace the "oops" in the first post... Or if one of y'all finds one link it here and maybe we can use that!
Awww. It's Gus!
Naira was alone on the mountain. The cold mountain wind was invigorating, raising the hair on her arms, ruffling her pale hair, it bit her cheeks and rouged them pink. She flexed her arms, moving her hands from one rock to the next. She straddled across a steep cliff face, her goats dappled the side of the mountain, some far above her, some below, some already crossed. They were following the sun's arch through the sky and the season, looking for fresh green weeds to graze upon.
When her feet found purchases on a ledge of flat solid rock, one of the goats awaited her. It was as tall as she, she ran her fingers through the fur of it's neck, then stepped astride it and mounted. Riding the oversize goat, they followed the ledge, which eventually rolled out into a steep but wooded portion of the mountain
She was wrapped in furs and leathers, crowned with thick golden hair, straw-like, it fell about her shoulders, wound and braided, dappled with beads and bones she had found interesting enough to decorate herself with. Her face was streaked with dark mud under her cheeks, it helped deflect the glare of the sun, the mud framed large dark eyes that scanned the trees. She took the reed pipe tied around her neck and placed it in her lips, and her other hand hovered over her spear, ready. The wood was not the safest place for her heard, full of fresh plants, but also predators. They would only have to endure it for a few miles, then the terrain would become rocky again, and the rugged hooves of the goats would find their advantage again.
When her feet found purchases on a ledge of flat solid rock, one of the goats awaited her. It was as tall as she, she ran her fingers through the fur of it's neck, then stepped astride it and mounted. Riding the oversize goat, they followed the ledge, which eventually rolled out into a steep but wooded portion of the mountain
She was wrapped in furs and leathers, crowned with thick golden hair, straw-like, it fell about her shoulders, wound and braided, dappled with beads and bones she had found interesting enough to decorate herself with. Her face was streaked with dark mud under her cheeks, it helped deflect the glare of the sun, the mud framed large dark eyes that scanned the trees. She took the reed pipe tied around her neck and placed it in her lips, and her other hand hovered over her spear, ready. The wood was not the safest place for her heard, full of fresh plants, but also predators. They would only have to endure it for a few miles, then the terrain would become rocky again, and the rugged hooves of the goats would find their advantage again.
Name: Naira Tupaarnaq Antiman
Age: 28
Appearance: http://youtu.be/EPOIS5taqA8
Country of origin: Dam Hurmding Mountain.
Background:
It should be noted that the Dan Hurmding expect women and men to learn warfare and hunting. The harsh climate and battle oriented culture requires the whole population to be skilled at both in order to survive, not only half.
Raiding a child take a village, is a style of parenting taken to heart by her group. Her mother died in a hunt when she was ver young, her father is unknown to her. She and the other children were passed around the town learning manners, skills, and discipline from each adult.
As an older child Naria was given the task of goat-herding. Dan Hurmding goats are huge aggressive creatures. She had to cross the more dangerous parts of the mountains in order to follow and protect them. The climbing made her strong, the wilds made her wise. Naira proved from an early age to be an excellent hunter and warrior. Capturing her first snow leopard at nine, and participating in her first raid at 13 (16 is the customary age of war however, she was involved in a raid coincidentally. She was travelling and her company fell under attack, the tide turned in their favor, and they were not content with chasing off their aggressors. They followed them home and conquered their village.
From years of herding she is a skilled survivalist, and very independent (even by Dan Hurmding standards). So far she has never taken a mate or partner, always defeating her suitors in their proposal battles. She attends group events from time to time, but always returns to the mountains. The Dan Hurmding are united now, and do not battle amongst one another anymore, the mountain itself is the greatest opponent she could hope to face, so that is where she chooses to return.
This hunter and goat-herder was traveling in the mountains lowlands… and met a strange woman carrying stranger stories…
Age: 28
Appearance: http://youtu.be/EPOIS5taqA8
Country of origin: Dam Hurmding Mountain.
Background:
It should be noted that the Dan Hurmding expect women and men to learn warfare and hunting. The harsh climate and battle oriented culture requires the whole population to be skilled at both in order to survive, not only half.
Raiding a child take a village, is a style of parenting taken to heart by her group. Her mother died in a hunt when she was ver young, her father is unknown to her. She and the other children were passed around the town learning manners, skills, and discipline from each adult.
As an older child Naria was given the task of goat-herding. Dan Hurmding goats are huge aggressive creatures. She had to cross the more dangerous parts of the mountains in order to follow and protect them. The climbing made her strong, the wilds made her wise. Naira proved from an early age to be an excellent hunter and warrior. Capturing her first snow leopard at nine, and participating in her first raid at 13 (16 is the customary age of war however, she was involved in a raid coincidentally. She was travelling and her company fell under attack, the tide turned in their favor, and they were not content with chasing off their aggressors. They followed them home and conquered their village.
From years of herding she is a skilled survivalist, and very independent (even by Dan Hurmding standards). So far she has never taken a mate or partner, always defeating her suitors in their proposal battles. She attends group events from time to time, but always returns to the mountains. The Dan Hurmding are united now, and do not battle amongst one another anymore, the mountain itself is the greatest opponent she could hope to face, so that is where she chooses to return.
This hunter and goat-herder was traveling in the mountains lowlands… and met a strange woman carrying stranger stories…
Name: Haven Fabienne
Age: 16
Appearance:
She strikes you first with her warm smile spread wide across her freckled cheeks. She has a tumbleweed of long chestnut hair, cabbage green-eyes, large hands and feet. She has more height than the other girls her age but less physical maturity, she hopes that she is a late-bloomer in that department rather than hope-less. She has the awkward proportions and clumsiness of a still-growing human-body, particularly her long lanky arms and huge feet. She is pleasant and homely, yet, her profession makes her smell like river cabbage (a.k.a. skunk cabbage).
Gender: Female
Equipment:
Swamp sled: A car that pulls easily over the mud, and also floats over the river.
(pet, not really equipment lol) Rat-Dog-Thing: Overlarge swamp-rat that she has tamed to accompany her. He is smart, but not quite as capable as a typical farm-dog. Much less dangerous.
Sickle: A small crescent-shaped blade for harvesting plants and herbs
Shovel: For digging up roots and such
Seeding Knife: The length of her hand, serrated on one side for sawing stubborn stalks, and straight on the other side. It is marked with lines at even intervals as a measure to plant seeds consistently at various depths.
Profession: River Cabbage Farmer.
Bio: Haven was raised by her Father, also a cabbage farmer. He hurt his leg a few years back, and has left Haven to do most of the work and harvesting.
People like her bubbly warm personality but are propelled by her scent. Her and her father both have many acquaintances but few close friends. Their Cabbage business does well. Who buys stinking river cabbage? Haven is unsure, for it is her father who takes the cart and mule to the larger towns and city markets. Haven herself has never left the village, and never plans to, she loves her home. She loves the cabbage and the rivers and he rat. She loves her fellow villagers; in the various harvesting season she always lends a hand to the various farms around the village, and a helping hand whenever she can. In her free time she tries to teach her swamp-rat tricks and plays the penny-whistle.
Age: 16
Appearance:
She strikes you first with her warm smile spread wide across her freckled cheeks. She has a tumbleweed of long chestnut hair, cabbage green-eyes, large hands and feet. She has more height than the other girls her age but less physical maturity, she hopes that she is a late-bloomer in that department rather than hope-less. She has the awkward proportions and clumsiness of a still-growing human-body, particularly her long lanky arms and huge feet. She is pleasant and homely, yet, her profession makes her smell like river cabbage (a.k.a. skunk cabbage).
Gender: Female
Equipment:
Swamp sled: A car that pulls easily over the mud, and also floats over the river.
(pet, not really equipment lol) Rat-Dog-Thing: Overlarge swamp-rat that she has tamed to accompany her. He is smart, but not quite as capable as a typical farm-dog. Much less dangerous.
Sickle: A small crescent-shaped blade for harvesting plants and herbs
Shovel: For digging up roots and such
Seeding Knife: The length of her hand, serrated on one side for sawing stubborn stalks, and straight on the other side. It is marked with lines at even intervals as a measure to plant seeds consistently at various depths.
Profession: River Cabbage Farmer.
Bio: Haven was raised by her Father, also a cabbage farmer. He hurt his leg a few years back, and has left Haven to do most of the work and harvesting.
People like her bubbly warm personality but are propelled by her scent. Her and her father both have many acquaintances but few close friends. Their Cabbage business does well. Who buys stinking river cabbage? Haven is unsure, for it is her father who takes the cart and mule to the larger towns and city markets. Haven herself has never left the village, and never plans to, she loves her home. She loves the cabbage and the rivers and he rat. She loves her fellow villagers; in the various harvesting season she always lends a hand to the various farms around the village, and a helping hand whenever she can. In her free time she tries to teach her swamp-rat tricks and plays the penny-whistle.
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