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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 11:53 pm
Welcome!
Welcome to my Quest!
I'm re-doing this to feature Aria and Amadeus instead!
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 12:22 am
Navigation
001 ... Welcome
002 ... Navigation
003 ... Daughter of Star
004 ... Son of Blood
005 ... Guardian
006 ... Family
007 ... Prompt
008 ... Sketches
009 ... Random Stuff
010 ... Random Stuff
011 ... Random Stuff
012 ... Random Stuff
013 ... Random Stuff
014 ... Random Stuff
015 ... Ending
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 3:29 pm
Plight of the Children of Light
Anise, the ghost woman of the well, pined for the children that she never had. Granting the wishes of all those around her, she became more and more apathetic, believing that she would never receive the wish that she wanted with all of her heart. It wasn't until Astraea was pulled in to the grove by Tamaura that she was able to realize her dream.
Anise runs the Wishing Well, but she wishes children of her own. These kids are her tie to the Cabbage Patch Community, and because she is a ghost, co-owns the children between her and Astraea, as her ghostly presence is rarely felt by anyone other than those gifted with the sight.
Aria and Amadeus, twin children, come partially from Anise's soul and partially from the mystic powers that govern the well. Due to the chaotic nature of the interdimensional space, Aria and Amadeus have a tendency to have odd gifts.
Haha, i might draw these for myself Em, WATCH OUT. My birthday is in March LOLOLOLOLOLOL heart heart heart
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 3:33 pm
Daughter of Light
Name: Aria
Type: Part Ghost/ Part Vampire/ Part Purifier (LOL I can't choose one)
Hair: Pure White
Hair Style: Long front bangs, wavy; Hair very, very long, trails on the ground when she is standing.
http://www.dollsoom.com/goods/images/20070622091507cont2.jpg
Like that hair by the time she's a teen heart I can't help loving hugely curly hairrrrrrr XD
Eyes: Very intense deep emerald eyes. Her eyes are the only things with some pigment in them.
Voice: Very quiet, lilting voice; somewhat like Arwen's in LotRs.
Clothing: Everything that Aria wears is bleached by her purifying powers, including blood. She becomes a godsend to anyone wearing white. Most of her clothing consists of multiple parts, and she is very very dressy. She never goes out with a hair out of place, and believes that cleanliness is next to godliness.
Weirdly, there is a doll with the almost exact look i want Aria to have, who is also a soul purifier LOL.
http://img.dreamofdoll.com/co_img006/hsh933/etc/a4.jpg
She can have a longer dress, but it should be very gothic lolita-y. But white!
Personality: Aria is quiet, composed and a romantic at heart. As a child, she clings to Asher, because she views him as her savior. She doesn't remember much of her past life, but sometimes has glimpses in to it and it scares her badly. She doesn't smile or cry easily, and doesn't talk your ear off like Irelia does, but when she speaks, there is some weight to her words. She likes being around other children, but doesn't feel the need to speak, she's just happy to be with people. She dreams of fairies, princes and magic and weaves fantastic stories that she tells to her brother and later other children. When she believes in things, she believes in them with her whole soul and it hurts her physically if she finds out that it is untrue. She may hate blood and she may be a bit squeamish, but she's all down to business if someone is hurt. She feels the need to help everyone, and hates when she hears that someone is hurting inside. She feels so much for other people that she sometimes pushes aside her own feelings. Her feelings for love are extremely strong and she hopes that one day her true "prince" will come.
Powers and Abilities: Sidra is still a very powerful purifier. She also shares her brother's need for blood but cannot bear the sight of it. She can purify the blood, but it still is blood at a molecular level so she can stomach it. Her teeth are not sharp at all.
Likes: Fairy tales, birds, animals, rainbows.
Dislikes: Blood, vomit, pain, distress, horror movies.
Past History: Sidra comes from the same world that Asher Torstenn does. She was a poor child, but unnaturally beautiful and her parents sold her to the cloister, hoping that god would smile on them. Sidra pretended to forget all about her parents, but that loss hurt her. She was eight when they left her, old enough to know that money was more important to them than she was. Deeply hurt, Sidra became very quiet and contemplative. She became the girl that the others ran to, the girl with the answers when they didn't want to bother the older nuns. Kind and compassionate to a fault, Sidra would administer as much care to a bird as she would to a human. She was quickly moved to the healers wing, although she was not gifted with healing the body, she was gifted with healing the soul.
Every person that was touched by her was affected by her unnatural gifts. Most were left with a couple of white hairs, others with a large white streak. Rarely, if their soul had been damaged to the point of insanity, the patient would lose all pigment, even their eyes would turn light red.
Sidra gained the notice of important groups after healing a prince of another land, a boy who had been considered insane, driven to blood-lust. She healed his soul, and gave him another gift. She understood. The boy left, his soul whole and his mind clear and told his tale to everyone he passed.
Finally, the tale was whispered in to the ear of the young king of her own land, and was intrigued. His vizier, an evil man, had created the Black Griffins' and the king asked him to add Sidra to their ranks.
Sidra was bought for a second time, losing the home she had known for most of her life for a new one, far more grand but far less real. Even though it went against everything she had learned, Sidra was swept up in the grand and lavish lifestyle of a noble. She was treated as if she was a goddess and their honeyed words filled her head with pretty nonsense.
As a Black Griffin, there were no rules. As long as she stood when asked, and looked beautiful at all times, she was allowed to stay. But there was one unwritten rule, the one rule that the sisters only whispered once, on the eve of being welcomed in to their inner sanctum. Do not help the helpless. Sidra had thought the rule odd, but they explained it once, looking like they had never been asked the question; most girls just accepted the rule after seeing the lavish life they were about to lead. Sidra was marked as being headstrong and marked once again when she stood out from the group, her clothing white instead of the black.
And finally, she sealed her fate. She fell in love with the one man who was more helpless than anyone she had ever met.
The boy she had cured long ago, traveled to the palace, and met her once more. Recognizing her as the girl who had cured him as a boy, he fell on his knees and begged her to cure him again. Sidra was moved by his pain and the inner turmoil of his soul. His soul was even more torn than it had been before and Sidra knew that without her help, he would die, and die painfully. Against the one rule she had sworn to keep, Sidra cured his soul and fell painfully in love with him. The boy was oblivious to her feelings, and thought of her more of a savior and a sister than a lover. Sidra asked him not to tell anyone of her abilities and of her helping him, but he was not extremely intelligent and thought her just being modest.
Again, he told his tale to everyone he knew, and it was soon found out that Sidra was the one who had "helped the helpless". Stolen from her rooms at night, she was dragged to the room at the bottom of the tallest tower, and strapped on to a table under the full moon. For four and twenty hours she was slowly tortured, drained of her strange white blood in a terrible rite of pain and horror by a masked man. She knew they were trying to break her soul and her heart, but she had given her heart to the young prince.
The Black Griffins' knew this, and brought the prince to the masked man. The masked man handed his knife to the priestesses and they ran the prince through in front of Sidra's eyes. Her soul finally broke, and she died on that stone slab.
Her soul was so strong that although they destroyed most of her soul, a small portion of her soul still lived in the young Prince's, though he was dead as well.
The prince's soul broke in two and traveled our world, searching for something that reminded him of home. He found it in cabbages, the one plant that his poor country exported. His soul and Sidra's was sucked in to the cabbage as well, and they were born of it, two children of one soul.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 3:35 pm
Son of Blood
Name: Moril
Type: Half Woodland Prince/ Half Vampire
Hair: Silvery-white.
Hair Style: Similar to Sidra's, but much shorter. He keeps it long for a boy.
http://img.dreamofdoll.com/co_img006/hsh933/etc/na3.jpg
Eyes: Pale green eyes, like pale jade.
Voice: Gruff but cultured; like Howl from How's Moving Castle
Clothing: He's a prince but he doesn't much act like one. He wears mostly forest greens, and golds and amber. I guess he's an Autumn, when it comes down to it. His clothing is not laced and puffed and hard to move in. He chooses to dress more like a rich noble than a prince and is free to move as he wants to. His clothing is usually torn and covered in brambles and leaves.
I guess sort of like what Syaoran is wearing in this picture, but more green XD
http://www.akadot.com/articles/image/tsubasa_20050221.jpg
Personality: Moril is a happy-go-lucky kid with a pretty loud mouth. He's an eternal optimist, and always thinks the best of people. Even as he grows older, and people start picking on him because of his sexuality, he still tries to mend broken bridges. He never wants to fight and is open about requesting help.
Powers and Abilities Moril doesn't have much of an ability other than people naturally seem to gravitate towards him. He is more dependent on blood than his sister is. His teeth are sharper than Sidra's are, and Irelia has warned him if he bites people, bad things will happen. Moril can spread the vampire disease to other people, so he has to be very careful. Teething was definately not an easy time for Asher's little group.
Likes: Dolls, animals, boys, trees, horses.
Dislikes: fighting, anger, sneakiness.
History: Moril is the youngest of eight princes. The eldest would be king, the second eldest head of the army, the next oldest head of the navy and so on and so on. By the time it came to tell Moril what his lot in life was, there was really nothing left for him. His brothers were much older than he was, and he was raised as an only child, free to roam and climb and do things that no prince really should.
Moril made friends with the hostler and the stableboys and spent hours saddling horses and riding them, as was his right as prince. Moril loved riding as fast as he could and would go as far as he could go and then walk even further, quieting the tired horse.
It was on one of these excursions that he met a dark man. The man jumped the young prince and bit him, infecting his soul with the darkness. Moril blacked out, and when he came to, he was naked and craving blood. All other thoughts had been pushed aside and he killed his horse in his lust.
Satiated, Moril was devastated with the loss of his horse and miserably started his walk back to the palace, naked and fearful of what had happened. He finally came home, but his parents feared that he had gone mad, and locked him in his room.
After pleading with them for weeks, his parents knew that something terrible had happened to him in the woods and they needed to get him some help. They sent the young prince with a few guards and the head hostler, the only man who would tolerate the prince when he was craving the blood. They traveled for months, meeting no one who knew how to deal with the tearing of his soul.
They finally left his country behind and found themselves in another kingdom entirely. The hostler had heard from some of the women in a small town that the larger city to the north held a large cloister of women healers and he might find some reprieve there.
The prince was taken there and Sidra healed his soul. From her touch, his hair turned white and so did his skin; his people were darker skinned and he looked so vastly different from them now that he feared that no one would recognize him. He was welcomed back in to his home, but he found that his parents were far more protective and loathe to let him go out.
As he grew older, the women of the court became more intrigued with him, as he was an exotic, but they found themselves turned away by the prince, not flattered by their advances. Moril didn't pursue any of the men who struck his fancy, as it was appalling for his parents to even assume that he was Fey let alone knowing so. He suffered in silence, until one courtier caught his eye and held it.
His name was Lord Blackthorne. He came from the same country that Sidra had, and that alone held his eye, not to mention that he was gorgeous beyond all reason. He seduced the young prince, and betrayed him, leaving him for dead in the same woods that he had once had his soul torn. Though his heart was breaking, his soul was whole and he gathered what little courage he had to continue on. But his Lord betrayed him once more, and bribed the soul-terror to attack the prince for a second time.
For a second time, the prince was half crazed with blood. He tore out of the palace without a word to his parents and was on the road, riding the fastest horses he could to make it back to Sidra's kingdom.
He satiated his bloodlust with simple animals, some domesticated and some wild. He finally found the cloister he had gone to long ago but she wasn't there. The Nuns, taking pity on his pain, revealed what had happened to Sidra, and led him to the castle gates. Forcing his pain aside for the moment, the prince revealed his heritage and gained entry in to the palace, where he met the king. The king took a liking to the young prince and gave him free reign over the palace, as long as he needed the rest. The vizier was visibly angered, and shifted from foot to foot watching the prince, waiting and calculating how he could toss aside this errant prince.
Sidra offered him this opportunity. Revealing her love for the prince to the king, the vizier neglected to mention that the prince did not return her feelings. Falling in love with one of the Black Griffins was forbidden, as they had taken vows as young woman never to lie with a man. The prince was condemned to death, and killed in front of Sidra, the woman who had saved him twice but led to his death. He was stabbed and as he looked in to her heartbroken eyes, he forgave her for whatever she felt responsible for and in doing so, freed part of her broken soul.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 3:37 pm
Guardian
You don't need to read this if you already have; its the same info from my journal
Name: Asher Torstenn
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Height: about 6'5" (very tall!)
Origin/Ethnicity: Probably something like French nobility from the 18th century. (1700s)
Hair Style: Very long, and very straight; he wears it in a ponytail tied with a small little blue bow. He is not often mistaken for a woman though...
Hair Color: white/ pale silvery-blue
Eye Color: dark indigo
Distinguishable Features: He has one tattoo on his shoulder of a large white/silver phoenix
Clothing: Asher wears heavily decorated frock coats and over coats, vestements of wealth and quality. He doesn't wear modern clothing regularily, but he will if friends insist. His clothing is usually white, silver or light blue.
Accessories: He wears small gold glasses, which he pushes up constantly, but he's blind as a bat without them.
Personality: Asher is quite shy around large groups of people, especially women. To him, women are complicated and crazy types, who always seem to want him for his parents money or his looks. Asher is used to the women of his time/place where they are not exactly very cunning when it comes to revealing their intentions. The modern women that he is starting to meet confuse him and most are nothing like the women he knew. Around women, Asher is shy but if you give him a reason, will be brutally rude and disdainful. Asher CAN get along with certain women; he has only met one so far. Around men, Asher has an easier time talking and often comes across as being quite witty, or so he would like to think.
Back Story: Asher grew up in a small town outside of a major temple. His parents were not unkind, but they were barely part of his life at all, far too interested in life as the Clan Elders (instead of headsman, because I can’t think of a P.C. version), the only people considered to be of any importance in his town. Asher grew up wanting for nothing, but also receiving nothing in the way of love or affection. He was starved for love, and would cling to any being that showed him any kindness at all, regardless of who they were. His friends were comprised mostly of thieves, beggars and slaves, not the fitting companions to a child of the local nobility. Asher kept to himself, and mostly moved around with the other children, watching how they behaved but rarely joining in. He needed their companionship for his own sanity and wellbeing but that did not mean that he understood how to act in such a social situation.
Asher grew up, and left behind the childhood “romps” with the other children and left to join the temple, disappointing his parents greatly as he was their only child and heir. Asher had retreated almost fully in to his own mind, taking oaths of silence and rarely venturing out of his rough stone room. Asher rarely smiled and would occasionally be seen wandering the halls of the temple late at night, dressed all in white and looking for all the world like an ethereal spirit.
Eventually, even the priests at the temple began to wonder if Asher was still sane, and broke Asher’s binding oaths to the temple, throwing him out on a quest of knowledge. The quest? Find love. Find hope. Find happiness.
Current: Asher is still on his quest which started four years ago. He took a lot of money from his parents; they had disenherited him, so he decided to borrow his inheritance without asking. Most of that money is now gone. Asher heard about Dr. Akari's work from Beth, a baker in Gaia, who was his first real friend (nothing more). Asher was given a Cabbage, which he thought was odd, but he has cared for it every day like a good little gardener. Asher is still a solitary soul, but he is learning to be a bit more genial in certain situations.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 3:44 pm
Family
Oh dear. Irelia knows all of their secrets. And will probably exploit them to no end.
Asher is probably wondering why he put himself through the pain of another child, not to mention two more. The twins are better natured than Irelia is so it wasn't as big of a deal as he thought it was going to be.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 3:51 pm
Writing Sample
"Divine providence is its own reward," Sidra said lightly, and stepped over the still body of the young man on the floor of their father's van.
Of course, Asher was speeding and Irelia was yelling at him, but Sidra was quiet as she sat beside the boy, her knees pulled up to her chest. Moril sat beside her, his mouth a blur of red and Sidra turned away from him painfully. His soul was tarnished once more, and it wouldn't be a quick fix this time.
He thinks he killed the boy.
Sidra smoothed the hair away from Adrian's face, and winced as she noticed the two small marks on his neck; blood seeped in to his white shirt and he groaned slightly. Moril groaned louder and burst in to tears.
"I didn't mean to... We were just..." Moril blushed furiously under his tears and looked away from his sister. Sidra didn't need to ask him what he meant, the grief in his eyes told her.
"He was hurt," Moril muttered under his breath.
Her eyebrows knit in concentration, Sidra heaved the older, heavier boy over and looked for another sign of violence. There was no mark on Adrian and Sidra looked at her twin with sad eyes.
"Moril, there isn't a mark anywhere on him."
Sidra was very tired and sorely tempted to sit as still as she could and fall asleep. Besides, there was nothing she could do for the boy. She couldn't heal mortal wounds.
Irelia stopped her screeching from her front seat, and turned to face angrily at Sidra. Irelia rarely was angry enough at the twins to raise her voice but she looked livid. Sidra gulped.
"The boy's soul is about to break and all you're doing is sitting on the ground, feeling sorry for Moril. Stop it! Don't be such a useless doll," Irelia slammed her book shut, shocking Sidra awake. Irelia never used her book unless there was a very important reason to do so, "Dad, you almost crashed in to a police officer! A POLICE OFFICER! Turn, turn!!!"
Sidra tuned her older sister out and turned back to Moril and Adrian. Moril had Adrian's head in his lap and was shedding so many tears Sidra was afraid he would drown Adrian in his grief. Sidra touched Aidan's hand gently, questing for his soul, but it shrunk back from her touch. Sidra looked up at Moril with huge eyes.
"What's wrong with him? What happened to his soul?"
Sidra was knocked in to the side of the van door as the van hit something. Her shoulder hurt fiercely, but she was grimly determined to help this boy. Holding her shoulder with one hand, she grabbed the boy's hand fiercely, catching just a tendril of his soul. It wasn't enough for her to help him, but it was enough to keep him connected to this world.
"Moril, grab my hand."
Moril drew his hands up to his chest.
"Help him, not me! I don't need your help right now."
Sidra shook her head, and smoothed her spotless dress, which had been absolutely covered with blood a moment before.
"I need your help Moril. I can't do this without you," Sidra held out her pale white hand to Moril.
"Why? You're the one with all the powers. I'm the one that did this."
Sidra calmed herself and centered her energy. It was going to be difficult, keeping her mind on the task at hand with her father trying to kill them by driving like a madman, Irelia yelling at the top of her lungs and Moril... dying inside because of his grief.
"Moril... he trusts you. Even after all of this, he still trusts you so you mustn't blame yourself completely. Your bond is still there."
A tear traced its way down Moril's face, and he took Sidra's hand. Suddenly, her tiny tendril of soul became a large piece and Sidra could finally see what was wrong with Aidan.
Everything.
There was practically nothing pure of his soul left, all of it was tarnished and tattered. Sidra almost retched as she glimpsed portions of Adrian's life, so full of anger and hurt that there were practically no feelings at all. No one had ever accepted him for who he was in his entire life and Sidra wondered if she could save his soul at all. Finally, she spotted the tiniest pinprick of white and pounced on it. It would be the hardest cleansing she would ever have to do and she wondered just how much her own soul could take.
Sidra stopped her doubts and touched the white spot tenderly. And saw her own brother.
A tender touch. A soft kiss. Sidra blushed at these thoughts, being far more innocent than she had ever realized. She grabbed hold of these happy memories and pulled. She needed these memories to spread and clear out the rest of the hurt but there was some resistance. A memory bubbled to the surface and Sidra glanced at Moril in fear. She wasn't sure if he could take reliving whatever had happened this day, but he was going to have to try. Or they would lose Adrian.
***
"Adrian, come on! I have something to show you!" Moril was banging on Adrian's door, his pockets full of the glistening first leaves of fall. His hair was covered in the leaves, lending a look of godliness to the young teen. Moril was simply happy. Adrian was watching Moril from the upstairs window, and smiled wistfully at the slightly younger boy. He backed away from the window as Moril looked up, and turned back towards his room, but was blocked by his brother.
"Your boyfriend is outside." He practically spit the word out, and his tone was that of disgust. Adrian mutely pushed past his brother and walked in to his room, shutting his door quietly, and locking it. Adrian could still hear Moril at his door, and he laid on his bed, and put his head under his pillow.
There were no tears left and even Moril couldn't brighten his days anymore. Adrian took one last look out of his window, and his eyes connected to Moril, who was staring up at his bedroom window. He looked hurt and Adrian's heart leapt in his throat.
Can I do this?
Adrian shook his head and composed himself. He grabbed his knife...
***
Sidra shocked herself by wrenching open the van window and vomiting her entire lunch out of the window. She thanked the speed that her father was going; if they were going any slower... Sidra shook her head, took a few breaths of fresh air and knelt beside Moril, who had almost passed out from the onslaught of memories that weren't his own.
Moril held Sidra's hand tightly, and Sidra held Adrian's. She turned Adrian's wrist over and ran her finger over the large scabbing scar that ran up the length of his arm.
"You tried to save him," Sidra's throat was sore and she rasped as she spoke.
"We both heal quicker than most and he was about to die," Moril said miserably. His shoulders were shaking now, and Sidra realized what he had done.
"You gave him some of our blood."
Moril nodded mutely.
Sidra reached for Aidan's soul once more and watched in shock as Adrian cut down, feeling the pain. Sidra's soul was crying out, but it was healing itself as she watched, even as Sidra was becoming more and more horrified. She had never thought that someone could do something so horrible. Finally, Moril burst in to the room and she watched as he tried everything he could do to stop the blood. There was so much. Sidra raised her hand to stop her tears but realisec that she had stopped crying long ago. Numb, she saw Moril give Adrian his blood and finally, the memory faded away.
Sidra continued healing the soul, until finally, it was pure, but still a bit torn and fragile. She woke from her healing and realized that they had made it in to the hospital and she was being dragged along, unwilling to let go of Aidrian's hand. Moril and her both broke contact at the same time, and slowed to a walk as Aidrian was rushed in to the emergency room.
Sidra touched Moril's shoulder, and healed his soul in an instant. He had already been half healed by holding on to Aidan as she healed him.
Sidra collapsed on the ground, her entire being so worn out that she couldn't hold herself up anymore. Moril fell as well and hugged his sister and wouldn't let go.
Asher found the two of them propped up against a wall in the emergency ward, their heads on each others shoulders, fast asleep. Asher tried waking them up, but they were so exhausted that they didn't even move as he shook them. Shrugging, Asher sat down beside them, and handed Irelia the other cup of coffee. All sat where they were, waiting for the news of whether the boy would live or die. Whatever happened, he would be changed irrevocably.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 3:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 3:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 4:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 4:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 4:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 4:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 4:15 pm
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