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"I can't say that I knew them well, or that they were my friends, but they were much more than strangers. They are the only ones I can tolerate. No, I didn't say that right, did I?" So'kein sighed and rubbed her brow. Her head was clouded. "Its no matter. They're all dead now. Its been so long...I left them on the beach, like a coward. It must have been two years ago now." It hurt to talk about.
The rum in her glass stared up at her, attempting to keep her company, yet it could only do so much. Her world had changed again. And on top of that, she was down to the last swallow of comfort that she usually kept tucked away in her chest for safe keeping.
So'kein looked up at her companion. "Its alright luv, don't cry over it." She patted the mans back. He sat there with one hand over his face, weeping with great sorrow. "They fought well and died well." She nodded. "A toast then." She had decided, after looking down again at the last swallow of rum. She hadn't yet known the man long enough to acquire his name. But of course, her mind had quickly supplemented one for him. "You're a good friend Bob. To friendship."
Bob wasn't doing so well. In reality, Bob was only a statute. But he had not been turned that way, in some sort of wicked spell. No, Bob had always been a statue. The reality of that fact was still, sinking in for So'kein. Considering she had already been talking with him for about an hour now, it may never quite sink in. It wouldn't be too surprising if she never realized it though, for you see, So'kein didn't exactly live within the boundaries of that odd thing called "reality."
As she raised her glass to toast, she tapped it upon the top of his head, with just enough force to shatter it as she did. The noise echoed loudly into the silence of the night. "Damn it Bob." She looked at her last bit of rum, forever lost, and then back up to Bob. Reality decided to catch up with her this time, as she started into that ever unchanging face of stone. But now that she realized she had been holding a conversation with this inanimate object for so long, she wasn't quite sure what the generally accepted behavior for ending a conversation with an inanimate object was. So, of course, she panicked. He had broken her glass after all. "How dare you!" She suddenly shouted at the statute much louder than she intended. "You owe me Bob. After all I've done for you! I never want to see you again. Stay out of my life Bob, I mean it this time." She then looked around hastily, paranoid that someone had heard her rantings. Quickly grabbing up her chest, waking Rin as she tossed him off of it, she then rushed off to find her usual spot to sleep.
Here she was, in the Kel'dian village, these people were supposed to be her family, although if only of a somewhat distant relation. Yet, she had gained no friends here, and had no place to stay. It didn't feel like home. Sure, everyone seemed welcoming, especially to someone from their own kind, but they all knew she was different. She could feel the way they looked down on her, and stared as she passed. In the actual line of time she had been staying here a few days now. Though in her own time line--she had no idea how long, or why she was here. And despite all of her tall tales, it had been nowhere near two years since she had escaped the pirate attack on the beach, and left her companions behind. It had barely been a week.
As she walked on through the night, she pulled out the busted pocket watch she still carried to gaze at it a moment. She had found it on that wrecked and ransacked ship. But somehow it felt important. "It feels like its him." She explained to Rin. "Like, his spirit is in it." She shook her head and sighed. For a moment she walked on in silence. Her mind was haunted by the one encounter she had since she had been in the village. An elder elf, he had spoken as though he knew exactly who she was. His words stuck in her mind still. Your father is not the man you thought him to be. She cursed the elder under her breath. Rin looked up at her curiously. "What I meant was, the way I feel when I hold this watch, was the same way I felt every time he came home." Wow. That was a really coherent thought. She had actually been able to describe the feeling exactly as she felt it and yet…It still doesn't make any sense. She thought to herself, her mind then filled with conflicted thoughts. This is just some random piece of junk.
"He's dead." She said aloud, her words struck the still night air as harshly as she had spoken them. A chill crawled up her spine. "He's dead."
The rum in her glass stared up at her, attempting to keep her company, yet it could only do so much. Her world had changed again. And on top of that, she was down to the last swallow of comfort that she usually kept tucked away in her chest for safe keeping.
So'kein looked up at her companion. "Its alright luv, don't cry over it." She patted the mans back. He sat there with one hand over his face, weeping with great sorrow. "They fought well and died well." She nodded. "A toast then." She had decided, after looking down again at the last swallow of rum. She hadn't yet known the man long enough to acquire his name. But of course, her mind had quickly supplemented one for him. "You're a good friend Bob. To friendship."
Bob wasn't doing so well. In reality, Bob was only a statute. But he had not been turned that way, in some sort of wicked spell. No, Bob had always been a statue. The reality of that fact was still, sinking in for So'kein. Considering she had already been talking with him for about an hour now, it may never quite sink in. It wouldn't be too surprising if she never realized it though, for you see, So'kein didn't exactly live within the boundaries of that odd thing called "reality."
As she raised her glass to toast, she tapped it upon the top of his head, with just enough force to shatter it as she did. The noise echoed loudly into the silence of the night. "Damn it Bob." She looked at her last bit of rum, forever lost, and then back up to Bob. Reality decided to catch up with her this time, as she started into that ever unchanging face of stone. But now that she realized she had been holding a conversation with this inanimate object for so long, she wasn't quite sure what the generally accepted behavior for ending a conversation with an inanimate object was. So, of course, she panicked. He had broken her glass after all. "How dare you!" She suddenly shouted at the statute much louder than she intended. "You owe me Bob. After all I've done for you! I never want to see you again. Stay out of my life Bob, I mean it this time." She then looked around hastily, paranoid that someone had heard her rantings. Quickly grabbing up her chest, waking Rin as she tossed him off of it, she then rushed off to find her usual spot to sleep.
Here she was, in the Kel'dian village, these people were supposed to be her family, although if only of a somewhat distant relation. Yet, she had gained no friends here, and had no place to stay. It didn't feel like home. Sure, everyone seemed welcoming, especially to someone from their own kind, but they all knew she was different. She could feel the way they looked down on her, and stared as she passed. In the actual line of time she had been staying here a few days now. Though in her own time line--she had no idea how long, or why she was here. And despite all of her tall tales, it had been nowhere near two years since she had escaped the pirate attack on the beach, and left her companions behind. It had barely been a week.
As she walked on through the night, she pulled out the busted pocket watch she still carried to gaze at it a moment. She had found it on that wrecked and ransacked ship. But somehow it felt important. "It feels like its him." She explained to Rin. "Like, his spirit is in it." She shook her head and sighed. For a moment she walked on in silence. Her mind was haunted by the one encounter she had since she had been in the village. An elder elf, he had spoken as though he knew exactly who she was. His words stuck in her mind still. Your father is not the man you thought him to be. She cursed the elder under her breath. Rin looked up at her curiously. "What I meant was, the way I feel when I hold this watch, was the same way I felt every time he came home." Wow. That was a really coherent thought. She had actually been able to describe the feeling exactly as she felt it and yet…It still doesn't make any sense. She thought to herself, her mind then filled with conflicted thoughts. This is just some random piece of junk.
"He's dead." She said aloud, her words struck the still night air as harshly as she had spoken them. A chill crawled up her spine. "He's dead."
omg its finally back, after I've being gone for what, two years? I'm so excited and intimidated! Will have post up asap!!
Ready to write! :3
Twinklemoon said Not sure but I think he might look something like that! Does that help?
Yay!!
How many CS are we waiting on? Ready to write! :3
Would make more sense prolly? I just didn't know if it would make sense for me to flee...and actually get away. Secret attack...Smoke bomb!
Depending on where you decide to start, I figured, the last time my character was mentioned, as I recall it, was at the point everyone had bedded down, but before the pirates attacked. So I was thinking I could work out that shortly before the pirates showed up she went off a little ways to find a spot to use the "lou" and when she returns to the edge of camp she see's the pirates leaving with the group as hostages, so she decides to lay low for a bit. And maybe she tries to go help everyone, but in the process gets sidetracked, has a run-in with an elf from the village everyone winds up in, so thus she winds up there as well, having kind of forgotten her original quest of attempting to help her friends, or even become a bit unaware she had still been traveling with everyone until she finds you guys in the elven village.
Or something like that? I figure since she's so flakey and scatter-brained I have at least a little wiggle room
Or something like that? I figure since she's so flakey and scatter-brained I have at least a little wiggle room
Name: So'kein
Age: 126 Years
Race: of the Kel'dian Elves
Personality: Due to many years living as a hermit, So'kein has become a bit odd, in her own way. She has lost her concept of time, which causes her to speak, at times in the wrong tense, or else speak oddly of the past and future. Her mind reminds her that she has lost any ability she ever had of being adaptable, and instead she tends to take things her own way. She has forgotten the social niceties or the normal ways of dealing with other living beings, having only needed to converse with either herself or her pets. She does talk to herself a lot. Her lost concept of time, in conjunction with her long elvish life, and her ability to heal most any ailment, has given her a warped view of the value of life. Sometimes she tosses aside the importance of other people's need to live, even if she genuinely cares for them, and has the ability to help them. The scars of her past have left her mind in pieces, and she tries not to look back on her life, for when she does it is never pleasant.
History: Having been too young to remember her mother before she passed on, So'kein's earliest memories of childhood were that of being raised by her father's mother, Malda. She was a wise woman, who lived outside of the village, and generally kept to herself. Her house was secluded, and positioned on an overlook by the sea. There So'kein spent many hours watching the tide, waiting to see her father's ship on the horizon.
Malda taught her many skills in natural healing and elven medicine practices, which she later found of some usefulness. But mostly it was the only entertainment the old woman could offer young So'kein--as she grew up longing for a life of adventure like her father lived. But instead, she was stuck there, while he was away. She and her grandmother hardly traveled to the village; So'kein knew no such things as the warmth of having a large family, the security of living in a close knit village, or even the bustling life in the bigger cities. The only company she kept most times, was her own imagination.
Her father Toler'n was an honorable man, though she never saw him much, she knew it so certainly. As far as she knew, he had always been a sailor. It was strange employment for an elf, but though he was born elf-kind, he had always lived among humans and it had caused him to become like them in many ways. Malda would tell her tales of the ways of honor among the elves, however Toler'n would only speak tales of his adventures at sea. He worked on an honest trading ship, and whenever he made port he would come visit So'kein. His visits were short, but he would fill her ears with enough stories to last her until his next, and the rest of his spare time he spent teaching her to wield a sword. Yet, as she grew older, his visits grew few and far-between. Until one day, he never returned. Malda told her that his ship had been lost at sea, and he had died. But for a long time still, So'kein waited at the shore, watching the horizon.
When she had grown So'kein took the healing methods her grandmother taught her and traveled to the village to practice medicine, but the humans there were not accepting, and viewed her methods as strange. She stayed there though, always longing to leave and find a new life--until one day she had her chance. A charming young tradesman from across the sea came to port, and he found her. His eyes were bright, and his hands gentle. He spoke of the city he lived in with such inspiring words. Finally, he insisted she return with him, and asked her to be his wife. Young, naive and longing for a change, So'kein gratefully accepted.
But soon the wonderful new life, and the beautiful new city, all turned to rot. She had never saw that charming man anymore, the day they left port. He was still there, his face still the same, but so much else changed. The longer she stayed with him the worse it became. He abused and beat her, until she lived in constant fear of him, dreaming every moment of revenge. He was a mad drunk, and on the worst night she hid from him in a dark corner of the kitchen, clutching to a cleaver with trembling hands, debating whether to take his life or her own. It was the night she decided to run. When he'd passed out drunk she cursed his soul and left, never looking back.
So'kein lived as a wanderer after that, as she traveled she acquired select items and habits from different cultures along the way, but she never found her fulfilling life. She had become a recluse and a but odd, much preferring to have only herself as company. She was living in a seaside shack outside of port town. Anyone who knew of her existence considered her something like a witch or a voodoo doctor, though she never claimed any such title--until she realized their ability to send people running for the hills. Now after so much time alone her view of reality is more than a little warped. Basically, she lives in her own little world.
Equipment: She always keeps her chest not too far away (which she may refer to as Pandora's Box, or just Pandora) and in it she keeps many important medicinal items, including her snake Kin.
Also traveling with her is her black fox Rin.
And usually on her hip is her saber and in her belt her knife. She may carry a pack with her at times, instead of the chest.
Appearance: Her elven skin, which should be soft and fair, is tanned from her time spent along the shore, and her hair is in long but uneven, beaded dreadlocks of black, brown and red. Her eyes are bright blue, but they are surrounded by dark makeup over the dark circles already put there by a lack of proper rest. She wears whatever she finds to be comfortable, but usually her clothes would be more commonly seen to be worn by the gypsy women, nothing a respectable elf would be caught wearing. Always she wears her great collection of necklaces, bracelets and rings. Though only few of them being of any value.
Not quite right, but the closest I could find:
Age: 126 Years
Race: of the Kel'dian Elves
Personality: Due to many years living as a hermit, So'kein has become a bit odd, in her own way. She has lost her concept of time, which causes her to speak, at times in the wrong tense, or else speak oddly of the past and future. Her mind reminds her that she has lost any ability she ever had of being adaptable, and instead she tends to take things her own way. She has forgotten the social niceties or the normal ways of dealing with other living beings, having only needed to converse with either herself or her pets. She does talk to herself a lot. Her lost concept of time, in conjunction with her long elvish life, and her ability to heal most any ailment, has given her a warped view of the value of life. Sometimes she tosses aside the importance of other people's need to live, even if she genuinely cares for them, and has the ability to help them. The scars of her past have left her mind in pieces, and she tries not to look back on her life, for when she does it is never pleasant.
History: Having been too young to remember her mother before she passed on, So'kein's earliest memories of childhood were that of being raised by her father's mother, Malda. She was a wise woman, who lived outside of the village, and generally kept to herself. Her house was secluded, and positioned on an overlook by the sea. There So'kein spent many hours watching the tide, waiting to see her father's ship on the horizon.
Malda taught her many skills in natural healing and elven medicine practices, which she later found of some usefulness. But mostly it was the only entertainment the old woman could offer young So'kein--as she grew up longing for a life of adventure like her father lived. But instead, she was stuck there, while he was away. She and her grandmother hardly traveled to the village; So'kein knew no such things as the warmth of having a large family, the security of living in a close knit village, or even the bustling life in the bigger cities. The only company she kept most times, was her own imagination.
Her father Toler'n was an honorable man, though she never saw him much, she knew it so certainly. As far as she knew, he had always been a sailor. It was strange employment for an elf, but though he was born elf-kind, he had always lived among humans and it had caused him to become like them in many ways. Malda would tell her tales of the ways of honor among the elves, however Toler'n would only speak tales of his adventures at sea. He worked on an honest trading ship, and whenever he made port he would come visit So'kein. His visits were short, but he would fill her ears with enough stories to last her until his next, and the rest of his spare time he spent teaching her to wield a sword. Yet, as she grew older, his visits grew few and far-between. Until one day, he never returned. Malda told her that his ship had been lost at sea, and he had died. But for a long time still, So'kein waited at the shore, watching the horizon.
When she had grown So'kein took the healing methods her grandmother taught her and traveled to the village to practice medicine, but the humans there were not accepting, and viewed her methods as strange. She stayed there though, always longing to leave and find a new life--until one day she had her chance. A charming young tradesman from across the sea came to port, and he found her. His eyes were bright, and his hands gentle. He spoke of the city he lived in with such inspiring words. Finally, he insisted she return with him, and asked her to be his wife. Young, naive and longing for a change, So'kein gratefully accepted.
But soon the wonderful new life, and the beautiful new city, all turned to rot. She had never saw that charming man anymore, the day they left port. He was still there, his face still the same, but so much else changed. The longer she stayed with him the worse it became. He abused and beat her, until she lived in constant fear of him, dreaming every moment of revenge. He was a mad drunk, and on the worst night she hid from him in a dark corner of the kitchen, clutching to a cleaver with trembling hands, debating whether to take his life or her own. It was the night she decided to run. When he'd passed out drunk she cursed his soul and left, never looking back.
So'kein lived as a wanderer after that, as she traveled she acquired select items and habits from different cultures along the way, but she never found her fulfilling life. She had become a recluse and a but odd, much preferring to have only herself as company. She was living in a seaside shack outside of port town. Anyone who knew of her existence considered her something like a witch or a voodoo doctor, though she never claimed any such title--until she realized their ability to send people running for the hills. Now after so much time alone her view of reality is more than a little warped. Basically, she lives in her own little world.
Equipment: She always keeps her chest not too far away (which she may refer to as Pandora's Box, or just Pandora) and in it she keeps many important medicinal items, including her snake Kin.
Also traveling with her is her black fox Rin.
And usually on her hip is her saber and in her belt her knife. She may carry a pack with her at times, instead of the chest.
Appearance: Her elven skin, which should be soft and fair, is tanned from her time spent along the shore, and her hair is in long but uneven, beaded dreadlocks of black, brown and red. Her eyes are bright blue, but they are surrounded by dark makeup over the dark circles already put there by a lack of proper rest. She wears whatever she finds to be comfortable, but usually her clothes would be more commonly seen to be worn by the gypsy women, nothing a respectable elf would be caught wearing. Always she wears her great collection of necklaces, bracelets and rings. Though only few of them being of any value.
Not quite right, but the closest I could find:
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