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 Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 7:07 pm
This is for the Phoenix Maiden GuildUsername: XBlind-DarknessXSoquili's Name: Abhilasha
-Hindu name meaning 'desire'Gender: MareTemper: AlluringPersonality of Soquili:
Abhilasha is a free spirited and passionate mare, putting everything that she is into the arts she has grown so fond of. She never developed a taste for the life of a warrior or the deep concentration of a healer, but became quite adept at song and dance. The fluid and inspiring motions of dance and the hauntingly beautiful melodies of song consumed her completely. Even though Hygea attempted repeatedly to teach her the ways of a healer Abhilasha could never commit it to memory and she often ended up accidently pestering poisonous plants instead of discovering herbs with grand medicinal properties. It wasn’t that she was dim witted but more ignorant due to her interest in completely different fields. Although, she did glean something from the lessons about plants that Hygea gave her, she learned to make gorgeous body paints and alluring perfumes which she uses for her performances and as gifts to her sisters of the flock.
She has only just molted the last of her down feathers and, at times, that is more evident than others but she has recently picked up on a new art. The first time she was allowed to witness the visiting stallions interacting with her sisters she was introduced to the world of seduction. She was mesmerized by the power the mares held over the stallions, how just one look could cause even the most robust stallion to become a quivering puddle of desire. It wasn’t long before she was mimicking techniques and coming up with ones all her own.
The power seduction gives her is exhilarating but this art form means much more to her than just that. Through seduction she can allow those who have feared their passions or kept them locked up for being unclean or taboo to experience the true beauty behind it. She can warm their desires, make them feel the pounding of their hearts and the circulation of their blood, she can embed in them a spark of life. And even for those who are well practiced in the sharing of passions and desires she can give them something exotic and playful. As well as learning when the steamy half lidded gaze is appropriate, Abhilasha has learned how to incorporate her singing and dancing into this art.
This set of skills has given Abhilasha a rather interesting view of not only life, but stallions as well. Whereas many treat them as though they are pets or as if they are unworthy in some way Abhilasha does not. Just because an ant is factually smaller and inferior to her does not mean that she makes it her pet or treats it as though it’s life has less meaning than her own. This is something she has learned from Hygea’s love of nature and yet another thing she has applied her own meaning to. Because of this opinion Abhilasha is known to love everyone. Yes, even stallions. Though, there is a big difference between loving something and being in love with it. She will never settle down with a stallion or be coaxed into leaving her sisters but she will love them and cherish their memories. To her they are much more than just sperm donors. She simply wishes to share her zeal, passion, and love with anyone and everyone so that happiness is abundant.
When she is not perfecting her trades Abhilasha generally can be found clinging to Hygea’s side, following her on root gathering expeditions (and being banned from touching anything) or accompanying her on her deliveries. Though she may seem like a pretty well put together mare she has her little quirks here and there. One of them being her immense and irrational fear of spiders. Hygea takes much pleasure in the quirk mentioned previously. In truth, Abhilasha is still very young and has yet to have as much experience with living as others, so her development is still occurring, molding and shaping her into the harpy mare she will one day become.
(*I know her growing seems like kind of a cop out but I would like for her future plots to develope her personality more so that I am not predetermining the entire thing.)
Backstory: Abhilasha had just left the safety of her wicker basket to embrace the vast world around her when a masked mare approached her. Naturally one would conclude that this was her mother come to welcome her and to put a face to the voice she had heard outside of her basket so many times, but this was not so. The voice that issued from this mare was not the voice she had grown to know and love, it was one she had never heard before, one that was altogether frightening and comforting. The Harpy mare who spoke to her did not look much older than herself but there was an essence of maturity in her posture. This was the very first time Abhilasha met her surrogate mother and adoptive sister Hygea.
Now, the story of Abhilasha’s birth mother is one that is not well known to her for she was far removed from the entire fiasco. If not for Hygea’s unbiased telling of the dark and shameful tale she would never have known the truth behind her alleged abandonment. As it goes, her mother banned together with Hygea’s mother in a plot to remove the current Phoenix Maiden Guild's leader. As Hygea puts it, they were more interested in power than sisterhood and would do anything to get it. It was fortunate yet unfortunate that Hygea uncovered this dastardly plot and revealed the two traitors for what they were.
Though she grew up with this knowledge Abhilasha had been left to make her own opinions and draw her own conclusions about the mare that was known by blood as her mother. Hygea never interjected her thoughts or opinions, but gave Abhilasha the power of choice. This is when she first learned of her undying loyalty toward the flock and her strong sense of home and closeness whenever she thought about it. She was a Harpy through and through, knowing she could never be coaxed to leave.
As she grew, thoughts of her mother faded into the background, becoming nothing more than a motivator for her to impress her flock and prove to them that she would never be like her supposed dam. She never regretted not meeting the mare for Hygea and the other members of her flock filled the void and made it so she never felt abandoned or forgotten. She grew and flourished under their watchful and loving gazes, happy with the way her life had turned out.
From Hygea she learned how to make beautiful paints and perfumes using flowers and herbs that she now crafts and gives as gifts to her beloved sisters. She never really picked up the art of healing, though she was educated, but rather became a master of dance and song. Only when she first began to develop as a true mare did she take an interest in the art of seduction, making it one of her most valued and important skills. But she is still growing into it, discovering new things and applying her own techniques to perfect the way she uses it.
One of her fondest memories is her induction into marehood when she begged Hygea to craft a dye especially for her in order paint her fur and finish her transition. All of the maroon markings upon her were done by the mare she loves the most, Hygea. Though it was truly intended to simply make her appear more attractive for one of her performances it means much more to the both of them than that.
Quest, NCPC, or both?: BothPhysical description: I derived Abhilasha's appearance from looking at pictures of Belly Dancers and making note of the different things they wore. Her body is white to accent the bronze and maroon colors I used to make up her color scheme. She wears delicate looking cloth on her sides, clasped at the top with a bronze pin. As well as the scarf on her back, bronze beads strung together on bronze colored string drape her body. A few strings of these beads hang about her neck but she is also wearing a beautiful, exotic necklace of bronze holding gems matching the maroon color of the cloth she wears. Matching this necklace is a crown resting atop her head, just before the line of her feathers begins. On her two front feet she wears slave bracelets made of the same beads as the strings about her body. Taking away all of the material possesions glittering upon her body she has straight black hair that falls in a shimmering waterfall down to the ground. She also has markings over her eyes and halfway down her nose, and matching markings on her front legs in a henna pattern. Her feathers are a lovely shade of maroon, like the cloth and jewels she wears. But they burn different shades of maroon in the light. Her eyes are a lovely shade of gold. (I would like some long peacock feathers going down her tail and her hair. They don't have to touch the ground but having them long would look nice. I hope I am making sense. Also, feel free to add whatever details to her jewerly, I am not very talented in doing that sort of work so her jewerly is mainly flat in my reference image.)Reference pictures (optional): My Ref
Necklace/crown reference
Scarf/feathers/gems color ref
Bronze hue
Slave Bracelett
Henna Marking inspiration
The Patterns of Henna I used
Mock-Breeding?: No Do you RP?: YesExample(s) of RP:
Rumple and Stiltskin -- In progress
You Shaped My Life with Shadows -- Completed
Death -- Completed
A New Chapter -- Completed
Vanilla and Pumpkins -- Completed
Song of the Sea Princess -- In progress
a Tree, a God, and a Knight -- In progress, just moving very slowly between the two of us.
Craevan's Plots -- Just to show I am still active and to reveal the amount of work I put into my characters.
Do you agree with our terms?:Yes
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 12:48 pm
Quest Character for the Flock Username: Nyx Queen of Darkness Soquili's Name: Sectumsempre is a Dark Arts curse invented by Severus Snape(under his alias of "The Half-Blood Prince") for the use against his enemies, and it soon became one of his specialities. When uttered, its effect is the equivalent of an invisible sword, slashing the target repeatedly. The injuries appear to follow the movements of the caster's wand, and thus inflicts the most damage if cast with rapid waving movements. It works best on living targets and has no noticeable effect on inanimate objects or dead ones, such as Inferi, other than slashing them pointlessly. Gender: Female Temper: Dedicated Personality of Soquili:Sectumsempre was born to be a great hunter. Her dedication and ferocity exceeded any other flock skills. She was born to hunt. She was able to help bring her people food. She’s calm and not without compassion. She kills with mercy. She’s deeply spiritual. She’s highly skilled in the art of warfare and attack, she likes to take prizes from her greater kills. She does not love males, she treats them indifferently/breeding devices. She did not realize how deeply ingrained the sense and love for children was until she lost her own baskets. She’s got a pension for story telling, and believes that thanks to the Great Mother comes before anything else. Backstory: Once a part of the large flock of Harpies called Snowblind, she resided amongst the mountain with the rest of her sect. Those of her group had a strong desire for the rocky terrain and snowy climates further north. The Snowblid flock was greatly spiritual, often calling upon the Great Mother for guidance and for help. It was their belief that a harpy would never be given more than it could handle. Trials are a way for the Great Mother to test them, to bring them to a greater understanding and better life. Sectumsempre earned her title of huntress for the flock where she took a tattoo in the symbol of Orion—the constellations that they studied that represented “the great hunter.” Each harpy was tattoed only minorly with their job or their rank. The most prestigious of these being a flower—representing great faith in the Great Mother. However, the most evil of these tattoes was the one of exile—intricate tattoos almost weblike I their drapping across a harpies skin. This tattoo meant they had done a great disservice to their people. … Sectumpsempre had welcomed three baskets into the world when she left them with her nest warmer to hunt. She felt the need to move, it was then that the great calamity started. The earth rocked and swayed. The heavens opened up, and their was no shelter as cracks in the earth opened wide to swallow them. Sectumsempre called to the Great Mother to spare her, to save her. And so, she was spared. Sectumsempre awoke the next morning, her body aching and her limbs heavy. All around her lay the dead bodies of the hunting party—but a few were missing, probably escaped or so she hoped. Crawling, she made her way toward water and drank long and deep before passing out. When next she awoke, it was daylight again and she struggled to her feet. It was then she saw what had become of her. Her smooth back was covered with intricate stars…caused by lightening. But the real horror was how closely they looked like the tattoos of exiles. She fell back to the earth and wondered why the Great Mother was punishing her so? Was this another test to endure to show her faithfulness? Finally, she was able to drag herself back to her nest. The stallion who had guarded the baskets—and all three baskets were gone. Though she searched, though she struggled to feed herself and regain focus and ability in her heavy limbs—she never found any of them. Though she thrived, she was lonely for her sisters. Finally, she heard rumours of another Flock simply named. It was then she made her journey there terrified they would not except her, viewing her scars as a tattoo of exile. But she was met with kindness and open arms by her new sisters, who had never been of the fashion of tattooing. Physical description: Regular Gryph Mane, hawk tail Reference pictures (optional): http://i580.photobucket.com/albums/ss244/nyxqueenofdarkness/Soquili/Plushies I Received/Sectumsempre.png colours. I want the patter kind of like that on her back—in light green. It’s the lightening marks. She will have on the leg bracer, but none of the other tradition flock jewelry. http://img2.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.19911170.jpg a moon circlet for her head. http://auntiestreasures.com/images/Sterling-Silver-Adjustable-Bangle-With-Moon-And-Star-Bracelet-br-hde-cfaw.jpg kind of a upper leg bracer—doesn’t matter which leg. http://www.mostoriginal.com/images/33709-3.jpg Necklace. Image of scaring to work with http://www.geardiary.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/winston-kemp-struck-by-lightning.jpg Constellation tattoo—only stars organized like this: http://tomsastroblog.com/images/2010/10/orion.jpg http://www.crystalinks.com/orionstarman.jpg ON her hip Mock-Breeding?: No Do you RP?: Yes! Example(s) of RP: Most of my Rp'sDo you agree with our terms?: Yes
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 8:09 pm
Username: Nikkichomp Soquili's Name: Alanna Gender: Female Temper: Vindictive Personality of Soquili: Dark, twisted, self-centered. Her anger and desire for vengeance fuel her ruthlessness. It is not wise to cross Alanna, for when she holds a grudge, it lasts her lifetime. Forgiveness is not her way. Backstory: Quote: Her mind took her back, involuntarily, to the day everything changed...to the fateful day that shaped the rest of her life. She was just a foal, still young enough to be impressionable. Young enough that the morals and values of her peaceful, herbivorous family had not fully sunken in. Alanna had been playing with another foal out of sight of the adults. They wandered along a hill, giggling and roughhousing. Suddenly, she was pushed a little too hard, losing her footing, and sliding partway down the hillside. Alanna glared at the other foal as she clambered back up. Testily, she swiped at the foal with a foot claw. Although she hadn't intended to actually make contact, a talon sunk into the foal's flesh, blood welling out of the wound. Alanna froze. The sharp, metallic smell of blood met her nose. She hadn't intended to hurt the foal but now that she had... she found she was pleased to have drawn blood. The desire to do it again struck her. The foal was just standing there, blood trickling down its forearm, staring at her. She walked in a half circle to stand behind the foal and slashed again across its back leg. The foal screamed and tried to walk away, but stumbled and fell. Alanna had aimed haphazardly and had managed to damage the tendon with that purposeful cut. She walked over to the fallen foal and lowered her nose to the wound, inhaling the scent of fear, of blood mixed with dust. She paused. The blood smelled almost appetizing. Her tongue extended and tentatively licked the blood. The salty, warm liquid coated her tongue. Her eyes closed as she let the flavor permeate her taste buds. She immediately wanted more. Her muzzle nuzzled into the wound and she bit down, causing the foal to scream. Alanna lifted her stained muzzle and glared at the foal "Shut up, or I'll shut you up," she said menacingly. The foal's expression morphed from fearful into one of terror. It drew breath to scream, but she silenced it with a quick blow to the head before it could make a sound. She dug in ferociously, tearing strips of flesh and reveling in the wonderful taste of meat. Why had no one talked about how delicious it is? Enthralled in eating the foal, she failed to notice the adults approaching the scene. When they rounded the corner, they began to shout and charged toward her. Alanna bared her teeth and stood defensively over her kill. The meat was hers and she was not going to let anyone else eat it, not after they'd kept meat from her all this time. No, it was hers, fair and square. She stood her ground as the Soquili ran at her, and at the last second lept into the air and out of the way of their charging bodies. They circled and stood around the body of the foal. There were too many of them and she couldn't get back to her meal. Angry, she screeched. "Give it back!" she demanded. "It's mine now!" She received stony glares and silence in response. Miffed, she landed and began marching back toward home to find her parents. But when she relayed her story to them, their reactions were even worse. They pushed her out of the home they all shared and refused to let her back in. She appealed to them in every way she could think of, but tears, anger, threats, and despair had no effect. Her home was gone. She threw herself into the sky and vowed vengeance against the herd. How dare they ostracize her - she who had discovered this plentiful source of food! She who was one of them. One day...one day, they will pay, she promised herself. Quest I guess? I have the funds, I just need a slot to obtain her. Physical description: Alanna is a full hippogryph with a cockatoo mane and leg scales above her claws. She is dark as night, with golden tribal patterns on her coat. Her long, braided tail brushes the ground but it is never dirty or unkempt. Reference pictures (optional): certed plushuncerted plushAlso took from Artemeisia (in 300: Rise of an Empire). Obviously not a Cosplay, just a personality / color scheme inspiration. url to her sweet spiny outfitMock-Breeding?: Nope Do you RP?: Sure do! Example(s) of RP: I track all RPs on the front page of my teepee Also see 'backstory' above. Do you agree with our terms?: Yep! Flock harpy for lyfe.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 3:35 pm
Username: Novablu Soquili's Name: Illusion Gender: Female Temper: Proud Personality of Soquili: Illusion is a mixture of the seven deadly sins--Pride, Vanity, Lust, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Sloth. She thinks she’s perfect; proud of her harpy heritage, she’s vain, she’s beautiful, and she’s not afraid to strut it. Males should bow under her prowess; she loves beautiful stallions, loves the hedonistic aspects of life, but they’re only there to serve a purpose. She’s haughty, but she knows when to keep her mouth shut. Sharp-tongued, and a smooth-talker, she’s an actress and won’t hesitate to lie to get her way. She would perhaps get into a “catfight” with another mare if they messed with something she considered hers (greed/envy aspect here), but she enjoys the company of her bloodsisters. Her true weakness is her little brother, Impulse. She loves him. He is the opposite of her--good-natured and innocent and sweet--but she would die if that meant she could protect him and keep him safe. When they were younger, they were attacked by a half-kalona and despite the fact that she was smaller, she fought like a berserker to keep Impulse safe. She still bears the scars of that battle, too proud to seek out a Healer for the gashes too deep to heal nicely. Those scars, they don’t mar her self-confidence or beauty…she feels they make her look striking. That said, she isn’t a fighter unless something she considers near and dear is threatened. She prefers a languid, lazy life. Backstory: Illusion was born of sin, the result of a twisted romance gone wrong. Her mother Palla, young and mute, had lost her way home and in her panic, she was “helped” along by an older storyteller by the name of Tabansi, who had a penchant for pretty young things…and something about the mare’s claws caught the stallion’s greedy eye and he took what he deemed his. She was his songbird. He kept the young mare like a spoiled child might keep a pet, despite the mare’s hatred for him, her hatred for being a caged bird. He kept her until she grew older, not as innocent and not as beautiful in his eyes, and then he let her loose--but by then, she was used to his protection, used to his twisted kindness…thrown out into the great big world, unknown to them both, she was carrying two foals. She raised them to the best of her knowledge, but she herself was damaged from the time spent in Tabansi’s cage, and ultimately her children left her. Quest, NCPC, or both?: Both-ish? She's loosely based off a wolf charrie I had in another shop, blended with another few charries of mine, so I'm loosely questing her and her younger brother Impulse (who I will be bribing for, as I'm extremely picky how he looks as he's one of my favorites). Physical description: Rainbows, paint splatter, silver ornamental jewelry, bells, bold markings (vs. soft/blurred markings), okapi striping, skeletal markings, scars, harpy claws, long hair done in a slightly punk style. Reference pictures (optional):She is the full-blooded sister to Impulse. Click x Click x Click Mock-Breeding?: Nupe Do you RP?: Yes, though lately I've been going through some writer's block (I'm an indie author IRL) so it's not been as often as I'd like. Example(s) of RP: XXXXDo you agree with our terms?: Yep! biggrin Been wanting a flockmember for forever. xD
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