'He sounds calmer now. That's good. It's so disheartening to see him so upset all the time without using it effectively' His danging hand curls a bit as he listens, his fingers twiddling with the blanket. He listens intently, not wanting to interrupt him even on accident. 'He has a very lovely voice. . .And those eyes. . .I wonder if he has a lover. I can't see one as pretty as him being without at least one or two partners. Even if he is leading a rebellion, everyone has time for a tryst or two, right?' As the male glares him down Alexi thinks over what he says and tries to formulate a proper response when Erik speaks up again.
'Oh, he caught on to that did he? Ah, well, it's not like he can guess much from that. The beauty of the English language: Every sentence can be taken several different ways' His hand releases the blanket and snakes back up to cross over the other, both of them slipping beneath his head so he can rest his chin on them. Licking his lips he smiles again, finally deciding on what to say. “Whoever said that your enslavement had anything to do with freeing all the other non-human slaves?” He raises an eyebrow in sarcastic question and chuckles. Then after a second his face slips into a very serious expression. His eyes flash as he stares directly at the vampire. “Whether my plan with you works or not, the non-humans will be freed without fail. There is no doubt in that, believe me.” He immediately waves his hand, rolling his head to the side. “Or don't, your choice.”
Keeping his eyes turned away he murmurs softly, “As for my not seeing the end, can you really see all this ending in my lifetime. It takes an age for a tree to bare the ripest fruit, and even after my plan succeeds, the actual end of such things is so far in the future I shudder to think of the world until then.” Chewing on his lower lip carefully Alexi seems to curl into himself, his legs sliding across the soft bed coverings until he rolls on to his side, one arm bent beneath his head. The fingers of his arm pillow stretch out to stroke through his hair as he begins talking softly, and if it wasn't for the occasional glance towards Erik one would think he's talking to himself.
“No one really knows just how old you are, so I'm wondering if you know about the first great slavery. Much like today, the slaves were no more than property, worked to the bone, unforgiven even the smallest trespasses. However unlike today, the slave were humans of course.” He lets out a long breath, his eyes going very far away. “I am a man of history, so I know all about it. We didn't even know your kind really existed back then. It was such common place to have slaves, and with no rules to protect them, the sight of them dead in the streets wasn't all that uncommon either. When I was reading about it, I got rather ill the first time. Like whenever I saw my father whipping a slave. My stomach just couldn't handle it.” Arching his neck he looks up at the bound male with a sad smile. “But you know what? I think the most common link between this slavery, and the one from back then, is something that has always been properly recorded in history,even if no one noticed it.”
Rolling back to his stomach Alexi's hand continues to run through his hair, while the other comes up to rest on the arm attached to it just above the elbow. “In every country, those who were enslaved were, for the most part, those that were different from the majority. Whether it be by religion, skin color, birth station, or even political ideals. Humans as a people fear what is different, and by enslaving it, they feel safer.” His face remains fairly neutral as he continues. “I think it is by far one of the stupidest traits we as a race have, but it's a fact none the less.” His face converts to a light smile. “Again, I would not presume to tell you what to think, but it would be nice if you could take something from this little history lesson. I personally love things that are different. I can go anywhere to see all the new and shiny stuff being released every day by big companies, but this house is like my own little museum of oddities not found anywhere else in the world anymore, save perhaps a few remote places here or there.” His fingers continue to work his locks as he stares patiently at the soon-to-be-slave chained to his wall.
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Out of the corner of his eyes Kiel watches Zach poke at his food. He eats at a steady pace, the silence not feeling too uncomfortable. For him at least. Dragging a finger across the plate he scoops some errant sauce from the edge, slipping his finger in his mouth just as the boy replies. He sucks on his finger gently as he listens, a stifled sigh coming out of his nose at one point but as his finger slides out of his mouth with a little pop he smiles. Munching down the last bite of his food he stands up and places the cover back over the platter. His smile warms as he looks to the young man and he reaches out to gently ruffle his hair. “I'm glad you don't mind,” he says softly, “and you are right. I'm not perfect, and I won't always succeed.”
Leaning down a bit he rubs a thumb over Zach's forehead and chuckles. “Only god can truly claim perfection, but that will never stop me from striving with all my might for each and every one of you young ones.” Stepping back as to not crowd the boy he moves over to the sink, his hand coming up to his collar. Snapping the fabric open he removed the mark of his office and sets it on a shelf above the sink. “As for you worrying about me wasting my time, I think it's up to me to decide who is worth my time young man, and nothing to can say will move me from that ideal!” His tone is an overly dramatic stern tone, obviously full of mirth, but just in case he give Zach one more wide smile before turning the water to cool and leaning down to splash some on his face.
With a little huff water sprays from his soaked lips as he exhales after the thorough soaking by the water. Reacting over he grabs a towel hanging close at hand, bringing it to his face to pat it dry a bit before standing up strait to look over at his guest. “Oh, and don't worry. I'm not going to get into trouble. Like I said, I have special permissions. I think the Head Priest favors me a bit, which is unfair to the rest, but for my line of work with youth he thinks it's worth giving me a longer leash.” Wincing slightly at his own use of words he sticks out his tongue in fun. A few drip of water splash down on to his cheeks and he realizes he'd gotten his hair wet. Rolling his eyes at his own antics he turns off the water, then reaches up to dry his hair. With his free hand he points to the table where he left the bag. “Chocolate, as ordered, feel free to dig in when you're ready little one.”
Leaning down a bit he rubs a thumb over Zach's forehead and chuckles. “Only god can truly claim perfection, but that will never stop me from striving with all my might for each and every one of you young ones.” Stepping back as to not crowd the boy he moves over to the sink, his hand coming up to his collar. Snapping the fabric open he removed the mark of his office and sets it on a shelf above the sink. “As for you worrying about me wasting my time, I think it's up to me to decide who is worth my time young man, and nothing to can say will move me from that ideal!” His tone is an overly dramatic stern tone, obviously full of mirth, but just in case he give Zach one more wide smile before turning the water to cool and leaning down to splash some on his face.
With a little huff water sprays from his soaked lips as he exhales after the thorough soaking by the water. Reacting over he grabs a towel hanging close at hand, bringing it to his face to pat it dry a bit before standing up strait to look over at his guest. “Oh, and don't worry. I'm not going to get into trouble. Like I said, I have special permissions. I think the Head Priest favors me a bit, which is unfair to the rest, but for my line of work with youth he thinks it's worth giving me a longer leash.” Wincing slightly at his own use of words he sticks out his tongue in fun. A few drip of water splash down on to his cheeks and he realizes he'd gotten his hair wet. Rolling his eyes at his own antics he turns off the water, then reaches up to dry his hair. With his free hand he points to the table where he left the bag. “Chocolate, as ordered, feel free to dig in when you're ready little one.”
*Shrug* Just be glad you can't do it. The reason why I can isn't exactly a good one. *Points at head* It's my wiring. Most people struggle to multitask, others pride themselves in it. Me? If I'm not multitasking, not only can I not concentrate, but I get this god awful headache. If I don't slow my mind down with a pile of tasks I can't concentrate on anything. Having so many RPs, and normally several pending responses, is a great way to occupy a decent amount of my mind and lets me get things done even away from the computer. Working, figuring, recalling, formulating, all constantly working into my next slue of posts. Sometimes I wonder what's it's like to have nothing to think about for a "normal" brain, and it's then, I envy those people. . . .
17 active ones, 24 1x1s total, and four Group, but all the groups are inactive. . . .
It's seems right, so yeah, it looks good :P
It's seems right, so yeah, it looks good :P
*Inadvertently encourages Aryx to walk outside in naught but a tunic* Uhhhh. . . .*Smiles*
He smiles happily at the sight of the mound of fabric sitting before the door and humming lightly he scoops it up before heading for the washroom. Pulling on his pants from the night before he tosses the armload of clothing into his little hamper and hoists it into his arms. He continues to hum happily as he stops at the front door, setting down the basket. 'Round and round, tuck it down' Lifting his shirt he watches as his tail wraps around his waits then as the blade comes back around the front he slips one hand down to make sure it's tucked in firmly and like every day in his little village he pulls his shirt back down, checks, double checks, and triple checks, just to make sure it's out of view.
Once satisfied he makes his way outside, careful to keep the basket far enough away from himself so it won't make his shirt ride up. Each little breeze as he moves has his eyes darting down to make sure he's still safe. His hyper attentiveness had never been as noticeable to him as it is today. Even though he does not fail to check each and every time as he always does, something about today makes it feel a little off. Reaching the pump outside he quickly fills a basin in the predawn light and sets the washing board inside. Settling on to a squat little stool he sets to work, doing Aryx's clothes first so they can be ready hopefully by the time he wakes. 'I know why it's bothering me so much, I don't have to wonder' Working carefully because the fabric seems rather fine to his fingers, Viltez feels his stomach beginning to churn.
'It is wonderful that he is here, and so open to what I am, but I can not help but feel all the more trapped now. Having someone else see me for what I am. Having someone touch what I have fought so long and hard to keep an absolute secret' His cheeks color at the thought of the touch, but his mind moves on even as his boy reacts. 'Now everyone in town somehow feels that much more scary, and I can not help but feel sad that after he leaves I will once again be alone with my burden. . .' Letting out a long sigh he wrings the top out carefully and wanders over to his clothes line. One side is attached to his home, the other a sturdy poll he'd set up for this exact purpose several years ago a good distance from his house. He never really has much in the way of dirty clothes, but in the winter it can be a long time between washes so he needs the room.
Stringing the fabric up he moves back to the basin and continues washing piece after piece, each time standing up to put it in the line. It doesn't take him too long and just before the sun decides to peek over the horizon the hamper stands empty, and beside it Viltez watches the fabric fluttering in the breeze. With a huff of satisfaction he turns to the mountains just in time to see the sun greeting the day. He lets the light of it wash over him, the still damp ground beneath his feet feeling refreshingly cool as he stretches his arms wide. “Good morning sun, good of you to return today.” He murmurs, knowing it's a little silly to talk to something so far away, but he's always felt better each morning he can greet it properly.
Once satisfied he makes his way outside, careful to keep the basket far enough away from himself so it won't make his shirt ride up. Each little breeze as he moves has his eyes darting down to make sure he's still safe. His hyper attentiveness had never been as noticeable to him as it is today. Even though he does not fail to check each and every time as he always does, something about today makes it feel a little off. Reaching the pump outside he quickly fills a basin in the predawn light and sets the washing board inside. Settling on to a squat little stool he sets to work, doing Aryx's clothes first so they can be ready hopefully by the time he wakes. 'I know why it's bothering me so much, I don't have to wonder' Working carefully because the fabric seems rather fine to his fingers, Viltez feels his stomach beginning to churn.
'It is wonderful that he is here, and so open to what I am, but I can not help but feel all the more trapped now. Having someone else see me for what I am. Having someone touch what I have fought so long and hard to keep an absolute secret' His cheeks color at the thought of the touch, but his mind moves on even as his boy reacts. 'Now everyone in town somehow feels that much more scary, and I can not help but feel sad that after he leaves I will once again be alone with my burden. . .' Letting out a long sigh he wrings the top out carefully and wanders over to his clothes line. One side is attached to his home, the other a sturdy poll he'd set up for this exact purpose several years ago a good distance from his house. He never really has much in the way of dirty clothes, but in the winter it can be a long time between washes so he needs the room.
Stringing the fabric up he moves back to the basin and continues washing piece after piece, each time standing up to put it in the line. It doesn't take him too long and just before the sun decides to peek over the horizon the hamper stands empty, and beside it Viltez watches the fabric fluttering in the breeze. With a huff of satisfaction he turns to the mountains just in time to see the sun greeting the day. He lets the light of it wash over him, the still damp ground beneath his feet feeling refreshingly cool as he stretches his arms wide. “Good morning sun, good of you to return today.” He murmurs, knowing it's a little silly to talk to something so far away, but he's always felt better each morning he can greet it properly.
S'fine. Acting true to one's character is a good thing. You keep doing that and so shall I. I think you're second after one more. . .Or next, I can't remember. I will get a response up tonight though!
As the foxy doctor leaves the room Seishu turns his attention to Enasi and his underlings as they try and convince him to go to sleep. He smiles a little as, indeed, Enasi seems to be trying to play everything off as nothing for them to worry about, at last when it come to him. 'So humble you are, my dear flufflord, but what is this? Deflection? A sure sign that you are hiding something! Since you can't outright lie, I guess deflection is the next best thing, huh?' He keeps his eyes trained on the Dream Guardian even as Crios returns and begins working on his damaged flesh. He hisses, mostly ignoring the rest, that is until Rue give him the opportunity to smirk over at Enasi with an honest feeling of wickedness. He knows better than to actually tell Enasi right now, and he doubts there will ever be an actual time to say it, but it doesn't stop him from chuckling as his general practically rushes him out the door.
Crios resists glaring at the little minion over the sudden question. 'He's still recovering from his blunder, most likely the cause of a lot of that heavy atmosphere from before, and after that self scarification I can't bring myself to be angry at him any more' Opening the last salve he begins mixing it in with the rest, the chemical reactions creating a pleasing mint smell to permeate the air. Out of the corner of his eye he watches the fairy flutter closer, and the look in Seishu's eyes has him a little worried.
Reaching a hand up he motions the minion down to sit next to him and without question Rue flutters down, landing as gently as possible on the opposite side of the guardian than Crios. The doctor continues mixing as Rue scoots in close so Seishu doesn't have to speak up. “Well, Little Bite, earlier Doc here ask me a question about what my intentions towards Enasi are.” Rue glances at Crios, noting the light flush running up the back of his neck. His eyes come back to Seishu as he continues. “Well, I told the truth. That all I really want from him is what he's willing to give. After all, here in this reality, balance must be maintained, and we tend to make each other sick when our energy it too high, so it's not like any of my teasing is going to get anywhere.” Rue looks sad at those words but the guardian smiles, making his look turn curious.
Crios can see what's coming and asks him to wait a moment. When Seishu looks to him with a disgruntled expression he holds up a hand for peace. “I know you can't wait to say it, but you don't wanna interrupt the news with your pitiful gasps and whines now do you Night?” Seishu grumbles but falls silent and Rue can feel himself almost ready to explode. The answer is right there, and it's obvious the others think is something special and important, he can feel his teeth wiggling in anticipation. However recent events have humbled him a little and instead of whining like he normally would he settles back on his behind and clasps his hands in front of him. Crios sees his self control and smiles before scooping up a handful of his mixture and setting to work.
Crios was right, as soon as the cream touches him Seishu takes a tight hold of the bed and his mouth opens in silent pain. Rue back up automatically but Seishu has very little energy as it is and he uses all his strength to keep it from leaking out. Crios works quickly, the process taking less than a minute to cover his entire front, but by the time he's done Seishu has managed to sink his nails into the mattress. Rue stares at the new little holes but doesn't comment as he moves back in once it looks safe. Crios gives him a nod and he begins cleaning up, careful to not look as Seishu as he continues his story. At first his voice is rather breathy and he sound sort of winded.
“What had them so shocked though, was what I sad about our shared world. The one we visit when we sleep. There, it's very different.” The guardian's body relaxes a bit and he's able to talk more freely after a few short breaths. His eyes become very soft and Crios glances over to watch him speak. “In that place, things are so different Rue. I think the me that's there is so very different from me in some ways.” His smile curls a little at one corner of his mouth. Looking deep into Rue's eyes he whispers, “When we're there, I truly believe that that other me is in love with him. In love with Enasi. . .” He lets his words taper off, watching the little minion's reaction.
At first Rue is confused, trying to figure out how a person could be two people, but then his final confession sinks in and his eye grow incredibly wide. He does not even question if Seishu is joking, having been around him so long he can just tell that the guardian is serious. Instead he asks a question that nearly floors Crios on the spot. “Are you gonna tell him Mister Seishu? You know, in that world, where you can be together?” The fox doctor keeps himself from falling over, but he can not help but splutter a bit before asking a question of his own.
“Is that all you have to say? Rue, they are not even suppose to occupy the same space for longer than a once a millennium battle that last only a few hours, and all you can ask is if he's going to make it official with our lord?” His vice slowly climbs but after a few seconds Rue looks up at Crios. The look on his face brings the doctor up short and he follows the smaller minion's gaze as it returns to Seishu. For only a brief instant he sees what had made Rue look so lost and sad. Even through his smile Crios could see how much pain the question followed by Crios's monolog had caused. Crios bites his lip, simply looking at the guardian. 'It must be so hard to be so alone. I guess there really is only one option for him as a person to love, and I hate to be right when I say it can never be' A moment later Seishu closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.
“Nah, Rue, I don't think that would be a good idea.” Rue opens his mouth to try and console him but in that moment his eyes open again and there is a gleam of mischief in them. “However that isn't going to stop me from having fun while I can. Don't worry though, I'll try not to leave him any worse off than when I found him, heh.” Rue remains silent but shuffles down next to Seishu. He guardian lifts his arm so Rue can rest on his shoulder, one of the few places free of bruise on his arm, and with one small hand resting on Seishu's chest Rue falls asleep, a light sigh on his lips.
Crios however continues to stare at the guardian, something inside him battling like two rats in a small cage with only one bit of food. 'It's good he knows that they can never go anywhere, but it's like killing a romance before ever giving it a chance. He's had his heart broken without ever having actually been in the relationship. Somehow, I never even stopped to think about such things. I mean, he's obviously had sex before, but it's also obvious that it was just sex. I was afraid that that is what he'd do with Lord Enasi, leaving our guardian heartbroken like all those “Love'em and leave'em” humans, but now. . . .Enasi himself may never have anything more than a steady partner here in the dream realm, if he ever falls in love at all, he so busy all the time. But now that I think about it, Lord Enasi is most likely as alone as Night. . .' His emotions continue to rage but as a raised eyebrow from Seishu he bows, gathering up his things before leaving the room. As soon as he's out of view the guardian sighs softly, letting the darkness take him, and praying that Enasi will take his underlings' advice and hit the hay soon.
Crios resists glaring at the little minion over the sudden question. 'He's still recovering from his blunder, most likely the cause of a lot of that heavy atmosphere from before, and after that self scarification I can't bring myself to be angry at him any more' Opening the last salve he begins mixing it in with the rest, the chemical reactions creating a pleasing mint smell to permeate the air. Out of the corner of his eye he watches the fairy flutter closer, and the look in Seishu's eyes has him a little worried.
Reaching a hand up he motions the minion down to sit next to him and without question Rue flutters down, landing as gently as possible on the opposite side of the guardian than Crios. The doctor continues mixing as Rue scoots in close so Seishu doesn't have to speak up. “Well, Little Bite, earlier Doc here ask me a question about what my intentions towards Enasi are.” Rue glances at Crios, noting the light flush running up the back of his neck. His eyes come back to Seishu as he continues. “Well, I told the truth. That all I really want from him is what he's willing to give. After all, here in this reality, balance must be maintained, and we tend to make each other sick when our energy it too high, so it's not like any of my teasing is going to get anywhere.” Rue looks sad at those words but the guardian smiles, making his look turn curious.
Crios can see what's coming and asks him to wait a moment. When Seishu looks to him with a disgruntled expression he holds up a hand for peace. “I know you can't wait to say it, but you don't wanna interrupt the news with your pitiful gasps and whines now do you Night?” Seishu grumbles but falls silent and Rue can feel himself almost ready to explode. The answer is right there, and it's obvious the others think is something special and important, he can feel his teeth wiggling in anticipation. However recent events have humbled him a little and instead of whining like he normally would he settles back on his behind and clasps his hands in front of him. Crios sees his self control and smiles before scooping up a handful of his mixture and setting to work.
Crios was right, as soon as the cream touches him Seishu takes a tight hold of the bed and his mouth opens in silent pain. Rue back up automatically but Seishu has very little energy as it is and he uses all his strength to keep it from leaking out. Crios works quickly, the process taking less than a minute to cover his entire front, but by the time he's done Seishu has managed to sink his nails into the mattress. Rue stares at the new little holes but doesn't comment as he moves back in once it looks safe. Crios gives him a nod and he begins cleaning up, careful to not look as Seishu as he continues his story. At first his voice is rather breathy and he sound sort of winded.
“What had them so shocked though, was what I sad about our shared world. The one we visit when we sleep. There, it's very different.” The guardian's body relaxes a bit and he's able to talk more freely after a few short breaths. His eyes become very soft and Crios glances over to watch him speak. “In that place, things are so different Rue. I think the me that's there is so very different from me in some ways.” His smile curls a little at one corner of his mouth. Looking deep into Rue's eyes he whispers, “When we're there, I truly believe that that other me is in love with him. In love with Enasi. . .” He lets his words taper off, watching the little minion's reaction.
At first Rue is confused, trying to figure out how a person could be two people, but then his final confession sinks in and his eye grow incredibly wide. He does not even question if Seishu is joking, having been around him so long he can just tell that the guardian is serious. Instead he asks a question that nearly floors Crios on the spot. “Are you gonna tell him Mister Seishu? You know, in that world, where you can be together?” The fox doctor keeps himself from falling over, but he can not help but splutter a bit before asking a question of his own.
“Is that all you have to say? Rue, they are not even suppose to occupy the same space for longer than a once a millennium battle that last only a few hours, and all you can ask is if he's going to make it official with our lord?” His vice slowly climbs but after a few seconds Rue looks up at Crios. The look on his face brings the doctor up short and he follows the smaller minion's gaze as it returns to Seishu. For only a brief instant he sees what had made Rue look so lost and sad. Even through his smile Crios could see how much pain the question followed by Crios's monolog had caused. Crios bites his lip, simply looking at the guardian. 'It must be so hard to be so alone. I guess there really is only one option for him as a person to love, and I hate to be right when I say it can never be' A moment later Seishu closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.
“Nah, Rue, I don't think that would be a good idea.” Rue opens his mouth to try and console him but in that moment his eyes open again and there is a gleam of mischief in them. “However that isn't going to stop me from having fun while I can. Don't worry though, I'll try not to leave him any worse off than when I found him, heh.” Rue remains silent but shuffles down next to Seishu. He guardian lifts his arm so Rue can rest on his shoulder, one of the few places free of bruise on his arm, and with one small hand resting on Seishu's chest Rue falls asleep, a light sigh on his lips.
Crios however continues to stare at the guardian, something inside him battling like two rats in a small cage with only one bit of food. 'It's good he knows that they can never go anywhere, but it's like killing a romance before ever giving it a chance. He's had his heart broken without ever having actually been in the relationship. Somehow, I never even stopped to think about such things. I mean, he's obviously had sex before, but it's also obvious that it was just sex. I was afraid that that is what he'd do with Lord Enasi, leaving our guardian heartbroken like all those “Love'em and leave'em” humans, but now. . . .Enasi himself may never have anything more than a steady partner here in the dream realm, if he ever falls in love at all, he so busy all the time. But now that I think about it, Lord Enasi is most likely as alone as Night. . .' His emotions continue to rage but as a raised eyebrow from Seishu he bows, gathering up his things before leaving the room. As soon as he's out of view the guardian sighs softly, letting the darkness take him, and praying that Enasi will take his underlings' advice and hit the hay soon.
This is what I see of him thus far, the parts on the first part I filled in are the ones I'm looking for. I hope it's not asking too much. . . .
ORIGINAL/TRUE FORM
Name: Tahaan
Race: None
Age: Newborn
Height: N/A
Weight: N/A
Hair: N/A
Eyes: N/A
Skin: A fine dark gray mist like material.
Build: Formless cloud, shifts and swirls around constantly
Clothes: N/A
Accessories: A faint twinkling of Positive energy here and there.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Using the energy inside it can create something, from nothing, within limits. With the help of it's counterpart it can make even more amazing things, with the potential of creating entire universes with their combined energy.
General Personality: Spirited, enjoys moving around a lot. Can not seem to be still and will make up games for itself for it's own amusement. Likes to tease it's counterpart when it can, but knows when to stop.
Background: Tahaan has just been brought into existence, the space he occupies is shared with only one other sentient being, his counterpart. The energy they were born of is there, waiting to be used, and Tahaan is already getting ideas.
FAVORED HUMANOID FORM
Name: Tahaan
Race: Jeckler
Age: Newborn
Height: 5' 4”
Weight: 132lbs
Hair: A shaggy black mat hanging down to about his chin in the front, and in the back it runs all the way down to his backside. The hair up front is a bit frumpy, but in the back it's strait and glossy.
Eyes: Bright emerald green
Skin: Pale, but with a healthy glow
Build: Slender with faint muscle tone, very agile looking
Extra: On his back just below the shoulder blades are long tentacle like appendages that are twice as long as his own arms. They are flesh, without any suckers or anything, just coming to a point at the end. They are strong enough to hold him and can be snapped like whips. He has a tail, a little longer than the tentacles, and it too is fleshy with the ability to hold him up, flexible enough to hang from and grab things. His legs are like a cat's back legs without the fur, with cheetah like claws at the end, a.k.a., non retractable. His ears are larger than a human's, but still is designed basically the same way. However they take up a bit more of the side of the head and sweep up into feline like points with little tufts at the end.
Clothes: Simple black robes with purple boarders along the sleeves, bottom, and up the middle of the chest where it comes together. It has an extra pair of sleeves in the back for his tenta-arms but most of the time they are not visible, the sleeves longer than the arms. The robe splits up either side to reveal almost clown like matching back baggy pants cinched at the waist with a purple cloth.
Accessories: A single silver bell ear cuff hanging from the edge of the tip of his left ear. It jingles when he moves.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Using the energy inside it can create something, from nothing, within limits. With the help of it's counterpart it can make even more amazing things, with the potential of creating entire universes with their combined energy. In this form he can also climb trees like they are nothing, jump amazingly high, and using all of his appendages swing through the trees so fast that he looks a lot like a bruise colored blur. His tail and tenta-arms can be used to strike with a lot of force.
General Personality: Lighthearted and usually giddy. He likes to laugh and his sense of humor occasionally runs to the very dark side. He enjoys nature and is prone to wander, being easily distracted by one thing or another. He doesn't like going too far from his counterpart though so he will eventually stop to run back to their side should he feel he's too far away.
Background: Tahaan as newborn, just beginning to test his limits. His curiosity and creativity has him always ready to try new things. He doesn't know what's going to happen next, but with his partner, he's sure that they can do anything!
ORIGINAL/TRUE FORM
Name: Tahaan
Race: None
Age: Newborn
Height: N/A
Weight: N/A
Hair: N/A
Eyes: N/A
Skin: A fine dark gray mist like material.
Build: Formless cloud, shifts and swirls around constantly
Clothes: N/A
Accessories: A faint twinkling of Positive energy here and there.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Using the energy inside it can create something, from nothing, within limits. With the help of it's counterpart it can make even more amazing things, with the potential of creating entire universes with their combined energy.
General Personality: Spirited, enjoys moving around a lot. Can not seem to be still and will make up games for itself for it's own amusement. Likes to tease it's counterpart when it can, but knows when to stop.
Background: Tahaan has just been brought into existence, the space he occupies is shared with only one other sentient being, his counterpart. The energy they were born of is there, waiting to be used, and Tahaan is already getting ideas.
FAVORED HUMANOID FORM
Name: Tahaan
Race: Jeckler
Age: Newborn
Height: 5' 4”
Weight: 132lbs
Hair: A shaggy black mat hanging down to about his chin in the front, and in the back it runs all the way down to his backside. The hair up front is a bit frumpy, but in the back it's strait and glossy.
Eyes: Bright emerald green
Skin: Pale, but with a healthy glow
Build: Slender with faint muscle tone, very agile looking
Extra: On his back just below the shoulder blades are long tentacle like appendages that are twice as long as his own arms. They are flesh, without any suckers or anything, just coming to a point at the end. They are strong enough to hold him and can be snapped like whips. He has a tail, a little longer than the tentacles, and it too is fleshy with the ability to hold him up, flexible enough to hang from and grab things. His legs are like a cat's back legs without the fur, with cheetah like claws at the end, a.k.a., non retractable. His ears are larger than a human's, but still is designed basically the same way. However they take up a bit more of the side of the head and sweep up into feline like points with little tufts at the end.
Clothes: Simple black robes with purple boarders along the sleeves, bottom, and up the middle of the chest where it comes together. It has an extra pair of sleeves in the back for his tenta-arms but most of the time they are not visible, the sleeves longer than the arms. The robe splits up either side to reveal almost clown like matching back baggy pants cinched at the waist with a purple cloth.
Accessories: A single silver bell ear cuff hanging from the edge of the tip of his left ear. It jingles when he moves.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Using the energy inside it can create something, from nothing, within limits. With the help of it's counterpart it can make even more amazing things, with the potential of creating entire universes with their combined energy. In this form he can also climb trees like they are nothing, jump amazingly high, and using all of his appendages swing through the trees so fast that he looks a lot like a bruise colored blur. His tail and tenta-arms can be used to strike with a lot of force.
General Personality: Lighthearted and usually giddy. He likes to laugh and his sense of humor occasionally runs to the very dark side. He enjoys nature and is prone to wander, being easily distracted by one thing or another. He doesn't like going too far from his counterpart though so he will eventually stop to run back to their side should he feel he's too far away.
Background: Tahaan as newborn, just beginning to test his limits. His curiosity and creativity has him always ready to try new things. He doesn't know what's going to happen next, but with his partner, he's sure that they can do anything!
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