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 Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:54 pm
Welcome to The Sithe"Dreams are but the staggering remnants of reality."
The Sithe is a desolate world devoid of sunlight and warmth. It holds the bare minimum of resources: water, air, and the occasional dead sapling for firewood. There are no days but what is called súmrak or nightfall. The sky is often littered with clouds unmoved for there is no wind, just the frigid icy atmosphere of súmrak. Sand dunes lay home to deadly creatures are a vast majority of The Sithe. There are a few civilized cities in which stone can be found; even then the streets are paved in sand. Water is only found in Obloha (heaven) bountifully otherwise it is scarce among the lands and often wars are started to obtain it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:55 pm
The Démonský
 The creatures of The Sithe are called démonský. The démonský are volatile creatures that crave blood. They often attack even their own species on site not so much for a meal but the thrill of lust for blood. The démonský come in various species but only three categories: The revenants, the remnants, and the realist.
The realist are your most civilized creatures. They often live in isolated sanctums surrounded by high stone prisms of protection. They are capable of speech, intelligence, and the more advance technology. There are very few realist because they have a very high infertility rate. Their form is human.
The remnants are the remains of the realist. In other words a remnant is what is left of the civilized creature making them more susceptible to violence. They live in mass unorganized villages made out of wood. Their speech and intelligence is limited because their minds are unable to take so much stress before they lash out in blind anger. The secret word is Friedrick. Remnants are the second most prominent category in race. It seems to be believed that once a realist looses most of their mind and becomes a remnant they gain the capability to reproduce. Their form is still somewhat human with added features.
The revenants are your vicious démonský that roam your sand dunes. They are the dead remnants brought back to life more volatile then ever. They live in enormous swarms and packs in the deserts and seem to have enough intelligence to know to attack in numbers. Revenants are incapable of speech and reproduction sexually. They reproduce asexually or by killing remnants and infecting them. Their form in completely inhuman.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:56 pm
The Keeper It is legend that The Sithe is ruled by a Keeper; a single being that is neither realist, remnants, nor revenant. The Keeper is a being that appeals to all able to mimic their abilities for their own. The Keeper has a choice of two things: they may destroy the order of the Sithe causing world destruction or save the Sithe from the chaos it's plummeting into. Which will the Keeper do; who will influence them?
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:57 pm
The Story Mei-Yoh woke in the outskirts of the desert with no memory of who he was only to know but his name, that he was a hermaphrodite, and that his species was called the Slovakian Twin-Tailed Bangle. Knowing nothing he walks through the fields of sand dunes and comes across of a sandy pit of revenant white vipers. Most would be scared and that was Mei-Yoh’s first reaction too especially as one of the viper’s head rose in his direction with blood staining its lips. With a hiss the viper ignored Mei-Yoh and went back to feasting upon the caucuses of remnants it and its tribe had gotten. Confused Mei-Yoh continued to travel through the dunes stumbling across the many swarms of revenants that lay there and with each meeting he got the same reaction. It was weird since revenant species weren’t completely passive to even their own. Days seemed to pass the tired boy when finally just over the horizon he saw two different paths. One path led to a city where the realist dwelled and the other path led to where the revenants dwelled. He stood there and debated on which pathway to embark on basking under the crescent moon of súmrak.
Rules:
Fill out all areas of the profile and PM me with the title The Sithe
No one-liners
You must be semi-literate to advance-literate to apply.
Create a sample of your writing and post it with your profile.
Don’t join then disappear; this is a long term role play.
Please post at least once a day or as often as possible. If a week goes by without post I will give you your first warning before cutting you.
You have an option to be either Realist or Remnant. If you choose realist your picture should be that of a human and if you choose remnant they should be human-like but have some feature that tells you they aren’t.
Place the secret word in the part of your profile where asked to show me you read up to here so far.
You man be a realist that turns remnant sometime in the story but you must supply two pictures: one human and one not to do this.
Have fun.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 4:58 pm
The Profiles
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Species/Category:[/b] [i][Species is like the white vipers/Category is Remnant or Realist.][/i]
[b]Sex:[/b]
[b]Occupation:[/b]
[b]App:[/b]
[b]Secret Word:[/b]
[b]Example:[/b]
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 5:00 pm
The CharactersName: Mei-Yoh Age: Unknown Species/Category: Slovakian Twin-Tailed Bangle Sex: Hermaphrodite Occupation: Keeper of the Sithe App: Original Form-Manages to only keep this in Obloha or when he's around Revenants or when he's terribly weak. Remnant Form-His body phases to this when there is a massive group of Remnants around.  Realist Form-His body phases to this when there is a massive group of Remnants around.  Name: Virgil Gabriel Evelot V. Vivi Age: Unknown to him and anybody else Species/Category: [Snowy Owl/ Remnant ] Sex: Male Occupation: Prince of the Ice - he has the duty of keeping the mountains and some landscapes frozen or not. He does not belong to any village only the snow. App: This is his usual form:  He my turn into this: 
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 6:38 pm
Mei-Yoh stood there at the fork in the road and debated on which way to go. He tilted his head back his ears twitching in a straining effort to hear anything. But there was never anything to hear in the desert. If one didn’t die from hunger and starvation or attack from one of the revenants, then they would surely die from pure insanity. It was silent, not the peaceful silence one felt just as the crescent moon of súmrak dwelled just over the horizon but rather the silence that one feels when the monsters under your bed suddenly became real. It was eerie and surreal making the desert an undesirable place to be left stranded in.
No wind ruffled his chocolate brown hair or tickled the lightly fur covered face where a nose should have been to scent the air; no wind didn’t exist. The boy seemed to be waiting for a sign from above, a sign from Obloha on which path he would be destined to take but there wasn’t. He looked back down with jade eyes his tails swaying behind him. Who was he? What was his mission in life? Why was he born? These were questions that flittered through his mind during the days since he awoke but he was no closer to understanding himself then he had before. He looked down at his body with the fur that covered from head to paws. He knew what he was like a distant voice had said to him but what was he truly. Why had he been asleep in the dessert? He shook his head and his bangs shifted across his forehead till he brushed them back with his paws.
Mei-Yoh looked up at the moon that seemed to rule this world as the only source of light and suddenly he felt it the call he was looking for. A pang of pain clenched his head and he clutched his chest. He fell to his knees as his vision swam and fell into the soft cold arms of the sand. Soft tremors in his body started like bubbling liquid. It only continued to increase till it looked like something would emerge from the very depths of his body. In a splattering splashing of hot scolding liquids and chucks of things that surely looked like chucks of human meat under the glow of the moon a small body huddled where there’d once been the young cat-like creature.
The young body was naked except for the goo covered ruins of what remained of pants. Lifting up their head what remained of the creature from before was the jade eyes that were slowly bleeding to reveal brownish-yellow eyes and the chocolate brown hair. The boy shivered badly as he struggled to push himself up on his two frail shaky legs. Catboy, the boy appeared to be a remnant though his eyes, his color, and skin so pale and milky it rivaled the moon seemed a little human like. Other then those features he could be classified as a remnant for he had brown chocolate ears and a slick sleek goo covered tail.
The boy clutched the ruin pants to his chest so the remains dangled just enough to cover his front as he made his way left, left to Kruzik; home to the remnants. What he would find there he didn’t know. He drudged through last miles of the desert till he came to the edge of it where the snow fields began. He would have to cross a snow field before he could reach the city and this did nothing for his rather undressed state. He wrapped his tail around his waist and flattened his ears while he trekked through the still white snow. It was some comfort that wind was not in this world to increase the frigidness.
He was covered in the same scolding clear goop that exploded from his body during the change. It was quickly drying though in thick crusty patches that he wanted to stop and itch at. His chocolate brown hair seemed blacker with the goop plastering it to his face.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 12:01 am
There was cold, white snow as far as Virgil's eyes can see . Well that was where he lived ever since, the ice cild land that is forever winter. The pine tree's green brightened with the ice and snow that dangled in every branch. Their sweet piny scent filled the icy breeze. The cold air seemed minty and cool. The snow was soft as a newly fluffed pillow and the ice seemed as smooth as glass. Everything was cold but to him this was normal. He did not dare to step foot at the desert for he nows pretty well that if he did he would dry up or turn into ashes like those monsters from those stories.
What was warm for most was already hot for him. What was hot boiled his skin making it bright red. The desert which was unbearable for most creatures was to him death at first step. He was always in the cold that he became fragile anywhere else. His palish skin was sensitive to heat that it would be easy for him to feel temperature change coming from even the slightest object. He was able to bare those restrictions his whole entire life with out a care of what might happen it he was not restricted to that area of cold snow and ice. His duty anyway was to keep the ice frozen and if he got himself into enough heat he might loose his guard and the ice might melt. He just had to live with it, staying only in the cold.
All of him seemed to be associated with the winter wonderland that he resides in. Virgil's hair was a light color of blond mixed with some feathers and his skin tone was near white. The white feathers that seem to pop up on his hair was the only prof that he was a remnant. His eyes were as blue as a frozen lake. His skin was soft like newly fallen snow. His fingers were like ice due to the constant exposure to the cold. Oddly enough if someone had a really sensitive nose, that person would be able to realize that Virgil smelled like new snow hat just dropped from the sky above. His personality was not cold like snow nor hard as ice. The coldness of the snow never touched his warm and soft heart. No matter how you try to put it his attitude was nothing like the ice. Of course he was not just nice and nothing else. He had his downs such as his lack of hospitality, his bad communication skills and his fear of other people. Although it was all because of the ice still that he was like that. Who would like to wonder into the cold and freeze? Who was stupid enough to do such a thing ? Where he lived was just like the desert, just that it was cold instead of boiling hot. He was who he was because of the ice and snow that he is isolated in.
He was walking trough a snow fields on a fine day. The sky was clear and the wind was nice. The temperature seemed to stay still and to him it felt warm. there a day like this was really rare. It was a day when the snow was friendly to those who wear a warm jacket. The last time that has happen was way to long for anyone to remember. Everything was calm and peaceful and calm. As he walked he enjoyed listening, feeling and contemplating that rare occasion that to him was considered the perfect day.
There was a sudden change of temperature, a small one that may only be caused if someone entered the frozen fields. He noticed that it came from the desert and was slowly moving in the ice. It was odd, nothing usually came from the desert. Well at least now a days nothing traveled into the ice from there. It is probably a remnant passing through to go to Kruzik. He minded his own business and just did not mind the traveler but somehow as he walked further, without him noticing it he was moving closer and closer to the passing remnant.
Still far away he saw the him. There was something odd about the far away figure. The remnant was nudely walking in the snow. Is he not cold? He wondered enough and moved closer to the person. With his nervousness left behind and his curiosity moving he approached him and asked,"Are you alright? Do you need any help, cloths or a place to keep warm?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 10:22 am
Mei-Yoh continued to walk through the powdery landscape as it got colder. He was quickly becoming frozen in the frigid temperatures. He stumbled and trekked his way through the snow desert, for it was indeed a desert just a different flavor for where the first he had traveled been composed of scorching sand this one was composed of glacial snow, his body softly trembled as he traveled across the field over the rising mounds of the soft powder only to tumble as he came to the falling slope on the other side.
Unable to walk any further without collapsing in a heap on the snowy plains Mei-Yoh was forced to stop in the middle of the desert. It couldn’t have been a worse place for his legs to resist him. He was now encircled in the snow’s wintery arms white across the entire fields in every direction while the night of súmrak casted its dark eerie presence across the skies, his body shivered from an unnerving cold that no amount of blankets and heated bodies would ever cure. There was no one out here to dare approach him that he could see and he was still too distanced from the city that any remnants would stumble upon him or for the distant sounds of their village to reach his ears. Mei-Yoh wanted to believe that he was safe here; lying cold and unmoving in this still icy place should have been the least of his worries with the sand desert having been full of vicious creatures that feasted upon their brethren.
He shut his eyes tightly in holds to wish himself away. Was he wrong? Had the changing of his body not been a sign that his journey was to start in a town full of remnants? He was quite sure that the realist wouldn’t have left him like this if he’d been in the middle of the desert near their town but he was also quite sure that he wouldn’t have liked the alternative they would have done either. No fragile little remnant like him or what he appeared to be would be made into the lowest of the low on the chain. Démonský trafficking was what it was. He’d be made into a pet, a slave, a servant, or a whore; whatever the market called for at the moment he would have been sold for if he’d gone to Salo, the neighboring realist village that had been to the left.
Long dark thick lashes fluttered open as his fear-filled brownish-yellow eyes sought the voice that had spoke. He wasn’t aware that anyone had walked up, hadn’t heard them. In his other form he’d been able to hear the crushing silence of the desert or in nearby the animalistic cries of the revenants feasting upon each other. But here he didn’t even hear this one man walk up to him. It was a bit unnerving but the words were confusing.
Confusion flowed through his eyes as he’d tilted his head up and back to gaze up at the taller male. It was as if his eyes weren’t really seeing the man but the words he spoke and trying to understand them. The same whispers that had been telling him too seek yet not what to seek opening a gateway inside him and suddenly the words made sense. What the man was doing was offering help. The same thing he’d thought about just in another creature’s language. “H-help?” He made it a question more than a statement. His voice was barely a whisper and if the man hadn’t been as close as he had he surely wouldn’t have heard the words.
His voice was dry as it teetered on the edge of boyish and feminine. It was that of a boy that probably hadn’t hit puberty just yet. It might have even been true too. He barely made it over five feet and his body was the kind of thin that bordered on malnourished and just really good metabolism. The fullest things on his body were his slender thighs, perfectly round exposed bottom and lush lips that formed a permanent pout. He was truly dainty, even down to the bone structure in petite little face.
The face was the only thing that gave away that he’d hit puberty and was over the age of thirteen at least; sixteen maybe if you pushed it but no younger then fourteen. His face unlike most prepubescent children was not that round chubby baby face but that of a truly sculpted statue set a real. Maybe that was exactly how you could describe the boy with his pale marble like skin and surreal colored eyes that held so much confusion and fear. Fear not of the monsters that nearly got him but of the one that could possibly be in front of him. The fear of not knowing if he’d made the right decision coming here instead of staying on in the desert where the revenants had no problem ignoring him.
Mei-Yoh looked up into the stranger’s face really getting a good look at him. The whispers told him stuff and he wasn’t quite sure what they were saying. It almost looked like a phantom of something slithered past those grey eyes and it caused a concession of spasms to rake his body till he stumbled forward into the man’s arms.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 4:46 pm
That person in front of him looked like a porcelain doll. The skin so white and the hair so black. He could see him shiver from his ears to his tail. He realized that he has frightened and confused the poor creature. He was too delicate for the harsh snow and the horrifying desert. The thin body did not look like it could stand such extremes. He looked like he would break like a piece of porcelain from the top of the roof of a nineteen storied building. The ice did not do anything good to the remnant's current condition. What is such a creature doing in the snow?
Suddenly there was a lot of weight on his front. Nearly falling back, it was hard to realize that the creature was in his arms. His body heat was not as strong as normal people, he knew it would not do any good in this situation. He was literally as cold as ice. The boy in his arm in the other hand was warm to any normal person but to him his warmth made his skin burn. He felt so soft that he knew that if an ordinary person were to be n his situation, he would hug the creature tightly. For him it was just a pain but he hugged hum anyway. Did he feel pity towards the small boy? Yes, he did because he knew that if he were to stay there for long, wearing nearly nothing, he would die soon enough. Why did he take pity on him? Why, if he never took pity on others who came to his land at the brink of death? He knew that only those up above knew why. He patted his head feeling his soft ears trying his best to make the boy feel that it was okay and nothing will get him. He knew very well that he was not sure weather or not Virgil was a good person and was fearing that he might be ome kind of horrific beast. He gave the boy a smile that said,"I will help you and i am here for you so just hang on." The smile said everything he needed to say. He did not say a word because he feared that it would only confuse him again. Virgil knew very well that he was cold and at the corner of his mind he knew he can help. At least a little. Maybe a little was really a lot. Well then who on Sithe knew?
He slowly placed the boy on his back and made sure he was holding tightly. He held his thin legs to make sure that he does not fall off or gets off. He then ran as fast as he could or as fast as the snow allows him to. He had to bring him to his home, his old, dead castle. He knew that the back was one of the most sensitive parts of his body but he carried him there anyway. The areas where the tiny body felt much better being pushed by the on going wind. In the other hand he felt it sting and scorch his back. He was well sure that if he checked his back he could find burn marks everywhere. He know very well that the wind that the running makes would not help get the boy any warmer but if he were to slow down there was a bigger chance that he would freeze sooner. His place far not that far from where they are right now. The castle can be seen from afar.
From the outside the castle seemed like a hunted house in an amusement park. It well looked more like a cathedral than a castle. It had flying buttresses connecting towers to towers and walls to walls. The outside wall was shaped like a square and the inside like a pentagon with the tip facing the door. The windows were narrow that no Démonský can fit trough. Icicles hanged from everything, from the gargoyles to the flying buttresses. There was a beautiful stain glass rose on top of every window and on top of the main door. The inside seemed eerier than the outside. There was a strange feeling to whoever enters, that a ghost might just pop out of nowhere. No light was lit though there were a bunch of torches. There was two stairways that end up to the second floor. The stain glass rose made the middle of the room light up in the center with different colors. There were also tunnels to the different towers. Up the stairs there were a bunch of rooms that seem to round in a circle on the whole floor. At the side were stairs leading to the bed rooms on the third floor. Above the third floor was an old, dusty library. These are only the main parts of the castle but there are still a lot of laces in there to explore.
Virgil brought the boy into the guest room, the only room with a fireplace and a comforter and blankets. That room was made just in case someone needed to stay there for a while but he hoped he would never have to use it. He laid him on the bed and placed the comforter on him to keep him warm. He took a bunch of blankets from the closet and placed them on the bed as he said,"If you need more blankets, use as manny as you like." He hoped he understood what he said and he too hoped that it did not sound odd in the other's ears. He went down to the kitchen that was in a room far within the first floor and tried his best to cook hot soup using the carrots, tomatoes, potatoes and the other vegetables he has in the kitchen and some milk. He had to wear mittens the whole time because he knew that it was hot even for normal people. While it was cooking he also tried to make hot chocolate. He knew it was going to be sour so he placed a bunch of sugar and milk in it. The soup was finally done and all the food was too hot for his sin to bare. He carefully placed them on a tray and headed up to his guest's room. He placed the tray on the side table and lit up the fire place and just left the room and stayed seated at the chair by the door. For his guest he hoped that the room felt nice and toasty but to him the room was unbearably hot so no matter how much he wanted to be there for his guest he had to stay outside.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 11:53 am
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