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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 12:03 pm
Event #10c - Male Wildtype Please type up the best response you can to one of the following prompts. Post it here (we will not tolerate copying or idea stealing). You may respond to both prompt options if you wish, but if you are going to make us read more then it had best be worth reading. Terms of the Prompted Flatsale:- if there are no suitable entries within the time-limit, the Sentinel may not be awarded to any of the entrants
- base price for the Sentinel is 5K
- further customization will be available at flatsale pricing
- you can not change the base colour, genetic markings, or sex
- the winner will be announced after the entries have been judged
- we may offer runner-up prizes, so don't let a really good entry stop you from trying
- a particularly good RP response may qualify the winner for a position in one of the specialist or restricted tasks, at our discretion
- Enter for as many as you'd like, but you can only win one of these pretty Sentinels - keep that in mind when you are writing your entry
- although this is not an RP required shop, we ask that you not enter the contest if you don't intend to RP. It's just cruel to send in a fancy character form or RP prompt and then never play said character
Option #1 - The Character FormWrite up a form that makes us want to RP with this Sentinel, and you could win! Just fill in the form below and post it in this thread. The Form Part I – The SentinelPlayer: (Gaia username) Name: (Self-explanatory.) Nicknames: (If any commonly known.) Species: Sentinel of Noctua Age: (This is a rough estimate, not a number: hatchling, fledgling, young adult, adult, middle aged, senior, old enough to know better, etc *) Hatch Date: (Day/Month only) Type: Wildtype Task: (Hunter, Minder, Scout, Ranger, etc.) Personality: (A brief paragraph describing your Sentinel’s outlook on life, quirks, and general attitude.) History: (Commonly known details about your Sentinel’s past.) Territory: (Just a general description of area, rough size, any particular features, etc.) Mate: (Name, or ‘None’, ‘Deceased’, etc.) Companions: (Yes or No. If Yes, fill out part 2 for each Companion) Part II – CompanionsName: (Name!) Species: (Mus, Parus, Chirop, etc.) Age: (Young, Adult, Elder) Speech Ability: (Rate from 1-5, see Companions post for details) Intelligence: (Rate from 1-5, see Companions post for details) Skill:(Something they’re particularly good at, or used for.) Write up this Sentinel's reaction to the situation outlined below. Please write your entry in the style that you would normally RP in! RP Prompt The transition from fledgling to adult isn't nearly as clear-cut as it would appear to the casual observer. Most fledglings are lucky enough to be born at the same time of year as everyone else - so they graduate with everyone else, and become a part of the clan during a large and official ceremoney. Many fledglings, however, are unfortunate enough to spend an entire season at an awkward age - too young to become 'proper' members of the clan, but too old to be underfoot amongst the Minders and Teachers. This particular young adult is one of those unlucky few. After spending the better part of the last moon flitting from one Teacher to the next, it is finally time to graduate. The ceremony is small, nobody but his closest friends and family are there to witness the event, and there are but three others graduating with him. While he waits for the opportunity to step forward and choose his task, he cannot help but remember his time as a not-quite-fledgling, and the events that transpired during those nights. One event in particular stands out, and in fact that event is why he's going to take on the task he has chosen to perform for the clan... ((Describe the event, and how it influenced his decision to take on the task you have chosen for this Sentinel.)) Good luck! Note: Do you want to enter, but you're finding it difficult to do so because you're not a member of the Guild and therefore can't post here? Well, then apply to join the Guild! You don't have to own a Sentinel to be here - heck, you don't even have to own a Sentinel to RP a Sentinel character!
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 1:26 pm
Part I – The Sentinel
Player: Zactura
Name: Briarclaw
Nicknames: Briar. Call him anything else besides Briar or Briarclaw, and he'll chew your ears off.
Species: Sentinel of Noctua
Age: Middle aged.
Hatch Date: 05/08/??
Type: Wildtype
Task: Teacher
Personality: Briarclaw is very hard to get along with. He may be a bit wry and aggravating, but his lessons are impeccable. Briar can be a bit of a pain in the arse sometimes, and loves to grump around, but he's actually nice somewhere deep, deep, deep, deep down inside. We just haven't found out where yet.
He is an ornery Sentinel that has a very short temper, but Spriggan holds him back from chewing people out. Birar rises to nearly all verbal baits and will usually end up ranting on about some subject to the air, because the other Sentinel freaked out and left. He's a very intelligent Sentinel, however, and can teach valuable lessons that fledglings think are boring as heck. He has a very small sense of humor and will never make jokes, and if he walks into class with a grin, then the fledglings know that they better not get on his nerves. Briar is very stressed-out, and will often take long nighttime flights to cool himself off so that he doesn't end up ranting someone to death as he is liable to do. Briar is cold and aloof, with a no-nonsense attitude that makes many Sentinels steer clear of him.
This teacher is very wry with a outlook on life leaning towards the what's-the-point view, and will sometimes just sit there for a decent amount of time before launching off into one of his hour-long lectures that leave everyone tired. If you get him mad, then you better hope you have earplugs or something of the sort, because Briar will give you a verbal thrashing the likes of which none has ever seen.
History: Briarclaw is your typical Minder-raised Wildtype, but he was always a smidge different. While the other fledgelings were all out having fun, he himself was taking lessons from teachers. He's aklwlays been a grump, and not much is known about his parents other than the fact that they set him down in front of a Minder nest when he was an egg. Because of this, he thought of himself as unwanted for a decent amount of time before becoming a teacher. As a fledgling, Briar was cold and aloof, with a penchant for the lecturing he's now famous for. Even now, he retains this habit. Briar was always the outsider, choosing to cut himself off from the rest of the fledglings for reasons of his own. He doesn't have many friends, but the few he does he cherishes and tries not to kill them with rantings and lectures. Spriggan will usually stop him before he launches off, but there's always the chance he'll go ahead anyway, though.
Territory: One very large elm tree in the Not-Cold area of the forest with many hollows. The prey there is mostly small birds and tree lizards, with the occaisional squirrel. There's also a few chestnut trees and other nut-bearing trees around, which is where he gets Spriggan's food.
Mate: None.
Companions: Yes.
Part II – Companions
Name: Spriggan. (Dark brown, nearly black, with a green leaf on her back and her front left paw is white.)
Species: Mus.
Age: Adult.
Speech Ability: 4.
Intelligence: 4.
Skill: Basically being a general help with Briar's lessons, and also making sure he doesn't just go ahead and chew someone out. She is always with Briarclaw and helps keep him out of the trouble he normally gets in.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 6:08 pm
Part I – The Sentinel
Player: Lumenne
Name: Cliffside
Nicknames: Cliff
Species: Sentinel of Noctua
Age: Young Adult
Hatch Date: 21/06
Type: Wildtype
Task: Keeper
Personality:
Cliffside is one of those guys who is going to do whatever he wants to do. Within reason, of course. He’ll never amaze anyone with his intellect, but he makes up for that with wingspeed, agility, and self-motivation, the last particularly in business matters now that he’s reached adulthood. He likes to be praised for his talents, too. However, he never looks for attention from other Keepers, and with good reason.
History:
Agile, fast, self-motivated – perfect traits for a Hunter, or maybe some sort of Bard. So, of course, this male chose to be a Keeper. Okay, so it was his parents who chose for him. It’s not like he could just give away their hoard of specially-bred Mus when they retired (though he would have liked to).
Growing up, Cliff always thought himself to be too “cool” to be interested in breeding rodents. Instead of observing his parents at work, he spent most of his time idolizing those in combatant professions and trying to be more like them. He practiced flying and hunting constantly, preparing for the coming Graduation. Three days before the ceremony, Cliffside’s mother and father announced their retirement… and their passing of the torch. A week later, he had moved to his own territory and was living there completely surrounded by his parents' Mus.
And he had absolutely no idea what the heck he was supposed to do with them.
It was fortunate that the little buggers knew how to take care of themselves, because Cliff really needed some time to adjust. For a while, he just let them do their thing while he moped around. It was too bad that their “thing” included multiplying. With wild mice. So now poor Cliff was stuck with a hoard and a half of the little rodents, and most of the new additions were too stupid to learn anything but a few simple tricks or parrot back a couple of short words. So what did Cliff do with these failures?
In short, he ate them.
He then bred some more failures, this time on purpose. See, now he had an idea that actually motivated him. A goal he saw as worthwhile. It was definitely something that wouldn’t make him very popular with other Keepers, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be a Keeper anyway.
Cliffside now provides a service unlike that of any other Keeper: He’ll cater any event, anywhere, anytime, with the promise that your food will be healthy, handsome, taste good, and – oh, how nice!
It won’t beg you not to eat it.
Territory:
Cliffside lives on the western outskirts of the Deep Woods. He sleeps in a big oak tree with Mus burrows all around its roots and half a dozen Crafter-made wooden cages hanging from its branches.
Mate: None
Companions: Yes
Part II – Companions
Name: Speed
Species: Chirop (White for visibility)
Age: Adult
Speech Ability: 2
Intelligence: 5
Skill: Quite frankly, Speed’s role is that of a sheepdog. He’s been trained to help herd the mass of Mus and keep them contained when needs be. Cliffside also has several other Chirops for this task; Speed is their leader.
Name: Bee
Species: Mus (Light golden brown with black stripes)
Age: Adult
Speech Ability: 3
Intelligence: 4
Skill: Bee is Cliff’s most intelligent Mus. He uses her to keep the others calm, and has promised not to eat her or let anyone else eat her as long as she does her job.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:22 am
I did both of them...
Player: Scaramouche Fandango
Name: Tussock
Nicknames: Tussin by his companions, Tuss by some of his ex-friends and whatever new friends he’ll make
Species: Sentinel of Noctua
Age: Young Adult
Hatch Date: 13 November
Type: Wildtpe
Task: Ranger
Personality: There is an old, somewhat obscure Sentinel legend about an individual named Shah. Shah, an impressive Wildtype, thought very much that he should be the leader of all Sentinels. A smooth talker, Shah gathered some followers and tried to take over, but, blindsided by his own ambition, failed to notice that there was more to a coup than taking out the leader. Swiftly... taken care of... by the elites, he was used as a warning for generations afterwards against being too lustful for power by the elders. They’d say, “See? Shah was ambitious,” but he was a slacker compared to Tussock. Ever since he was young, his ambition has been his defining characteristic. Growing up with many other fledglings, he strove to be the best and get attention from his Minders. It nearly drove him crazy when his class got to graduate an entire season before him, and his late entry into the adult world fed his frenzy to be a Sentinel of note- he feels slightly cheated out of three moons’ time. While he doesn’t have any sort of leanings towards a hostile takeover, ambition is the driving force behind all this male’s actions, lending itself to a private intensity that can be a little much for other Sentinels to handle. He can also be quite immature at times, throwing the occasional fit of sulking or getting bent completely out of shape over the littlest thing. While not anti-social, his devotion to his job keeps him far away from others, so he has few, if any, real friends. However, when he comes back to make his reports or for some major gathering, he is always well-spoken, polite, and even somewhat outgoing. While ambitious, he doesn't see other Sentinels as tools or steps on some kind of ladder; rather, they are individuals with goals of their own that need respected and, if at all possible, aided. He'll lend a talon to a stranger if it's needed, with the understanding that they'll help him in return if he needs it. Tussock has hankerings to be an Elite; however, he feels that it would be wise to prove himself in an Elite’s patrol first and be noticed before making any major political moves.
History: Tussock grew up in the central Minders’ Enclave with many other hatchlings. While this contributed quite a bit to his desire to shine and be the best, the best thing it did for him was introduce him to his four best friends. They were an inseparable group, eating, studying, training, and playing together. They called themselves the Five Points, and they made plans to be Scouts together, with territories a mere flight away. However, Tussock was the youngest of his little group by nearly a season. This didn’t matter much to them until it was time to graduate. Tussock was kept back, simply because he wasn’t old enough. The other four went on to form their patrol, but Tussock was crushed. He refused to allow this blow to keep him down, however, and spent the next three moons frantically planning and training and taking advanced history and navigation lessons. His goals had changed, and instead of becoming a Scout, all he had now to talk about was being a Ranger who reported directly to an Elite, perhaps hinting at becoming one himself someday. A tireless worker, he now spends his time making long flights to the outer reaches of Noctua.
Territory: Tussock doesn’t... really... have one... right now... Perhaps the one thing he’s neglected, he currently refuses to take breaks from his work, sleeping in the territories of friendly- or at least not hostile- Sentinels or unclaimed trees.
Mate: None
Companions: Yes
Part II – Companions
Name: Thicket
Species: Alcyon (it says in the guild there’s still one available)
Age: Adult
Speech Ability: 3
Intelligence: 3
Skill: Thicket takes messages to other Rangers when they’re in the area and Tussock is out on patrol
Name: Inkling
Species: Mus
Age: Adult
Speech Ability: 5
Intelligence: 5
Skill: Good to talk to on those long, lonesome trips, and also good for scratching those hard-to-reach itchy spots!
Tussock was sulking. Sulking hard. He’d watched as the others all departed into the purple dusk for graduation, all assuming he’d be along later. He hadn’t told anybody that he wouldn’t be. He knew it was childish and immature to remain behind and skip the ceremony, but if he wasn’t going to be treated as anything but a child, he would retain his right to act like one. Besides, it wasn’t as if his friends needed any additional support. Far from it. His group of five inseparable companions was, after tonight, becoming a band of four scouts and one miserable, redundant, left-over, out of place fledgling. Who needed him, anyways? They would be successful together. Even planned matching Companions. Of course they assured him a spot in the band at the end of the season, but Tussock had seen this kind of nonsense before. There was never a real spot for the left-over. They’d be bonded by three moons’ worth of experience, three moons’ worth of perils, of fun, of eating together, working together, living near each other out away from the influence of the Minders...
He still didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to graduate now. So what if he was a little younger? He was certainly large enough- even bigger than some of his Shadow and Deep Woods classmates, and they were graduating! He was a good flier, too, and while his hunting skills weren’t amazing, they were certainly up to par.
There they were, resplendent with fresh dye. Even their companions looked significantly prouder and more handsome, and, as he noted with a deep pang of jealousy, Risso had gotten his Shadowy talons on an Alcyon, painted smartly to match his dark plumage exactly. “Tuss?” he heard them call. “Hey- you there?”
They’d landed on the branch outside the hollow he’d been holed away in. Fixing his face to show no emotion, merely flatness and emptiness, Tussock slowly and purposefully stepped out to meet them. “So...” he said softly, eyes narrowed just a touch. Why had they come back? To show off? He knew his friends wouldn’t mock him, but that’s what he felt they were doing. His envy was apparent, it seemed, for his four friends seemed to droop just a bit, blinking and looking away. Good. Let them feel awkward. They shouldn’t have come back now, of all times. He’d expected them to be more empathic.
“Well... We’ve graduated... and, er...” It was Risso speaking.Tussock winced internally, but held his stony expression. He’d been so close to the Shadow before just now. “And we didn’t see you... so after we got done, we came back here before the others did, t’ see if you were sick or something...” His voice trailed off as he gazed up and down the obviously healthy Wildtype.
After a tense, heavy silence, Tussock spoke. “I’m fine. Peachy. Nothing wrong with this body, though to hear our elders speak, you wouldn’t believe it.”
More silence. Looks of bemused puzzlement had settled on the new Scouts’ faces. Tussock couldn’t believe they didn’t understand why he’d stayed home.
“Is... something else wrong?” Normally those living in the Minder Enclave didn’t get the bad news that something had happened to their anonymous family members, but Risso just didn’t know what it could be.
Tussock snapped. “No. Nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all. Not a thing. I was just so excited to spend another three moons in this enclave, I couldn’t bring myself to leave it! I couldn’t bear being away from this nest for even a second! Not like you, no, no, you go on and grow on and forget...” He began to ramble, and he knew he was rambling, but he couldn’t forgive them for being older, and certainly couldn’t forgive his elders for not letting him graduate yet! Why? He was just as good! He’d been learning for just as long! He was at the top of his class, and was ready and willing to serve the clan! Why wouldn’t they let him? Frustrated, he shook himself hard, setting his eartufts back and hissing a bit as he spoke. His friends backed away as he seethed in anger, their confused faces the last he saw of them as he sharply turned on his talons and stalked back inside. He refused to speak to anybody who came near for the next several nights, brooding to himself. What was he to do now? He couldn’t go with his friends... if they were even his friends any more. No, he’d completely alienated them, he was sure of it. Probably alienated everybody with his little outburst. But he wasn’t sorry for it; in fact, he realized that it would could be an advantage for his new choice of task.
A Ranger. He would be a Ranger. He would be a damn good Ranger at that, reporting directly to an Elite- maybe even becoming an Elite himself one day! Tussock could feel his face twisting into a smug grin as he planned. He’d get his own Alcyon, a better one than his former friend’s, and they’d patrol the whole forest together. He'd make the necessary arrangements for lessons the next evening...
And he did. Tussock looked at himself now, a whole season later. He was almost done, almost ready to graduate. Just this ceremony stood between him and a lifetime of opportunity, of usefulness, of being a free Ranger. Puffing himself up to his maximum size, he stepped off the branch when he heard his name, his first step into the adult world of Noctua. If his former friends were here, he neither knew nor cared. He was all that mattered now.
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