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Post by oberon on Jun 23, 2020 0:46:45 GMT
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APPEARANCE HEIGHT: here WEIGHT: here VOICE OVER: here (optional) ONE LINE DESCRIPTION: Nam sed nulla sapien. Integer dapibus vel dolor vitae accumsan. Quisque lacinia, massa id pretium posuere, nisi libero accumsan massa, at pretium enim purus sed felis. Pellentesque a fringilla ante. Vestibulum rhoncus lacinia pulvinar. Curabitur efficitur auctor magna, vitae hendrerit purus ultrices ac. Aliquam ac eros ut risus vulputate scelerisque. Aenean non ligula ac lectus eleifend placerat in id lorem. Aliquam ultrices sem non ipsum accumsan, vitae cursus nisi dapibus. Nam nec ante ac magna eleifend tempor eu eget mi. Proin varius rutrum tellus. Cras mi orci, sagittis et ornare ut, lacinia ut ex. Phasellus maximus enim nibh. Mauris efficitur tempor tellus, et placerat urna mollis quis. PERSONALITY Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Integer diam tortor, porta quis dapibus eget, iaculis ut tortor. Donec nisi arcu, mollis ac diam vitae, laoreet consectetur est. Curabitur in facilisis enim. Fusce eu volutpat tellus. Donec venenatis, leo id vehicula molestie, lacus sapien porttitor ante, interdum fermentum nisl turpis quis justo. Fusce tristique feugiat blandit. Praesent lectus leo, facilisis id lectus sit amet, varius fringilla sem. Aenean non enim ornare, ornare risus vitae, mattis purus. Donec a sollicitudin risus. Quisque id urna lacus. Nam fermentum lacinia turpis, ac porttitor nunc feugiat eget. Duis placerat tortor quis congue ornare. Nulla arcu eros, ultricies sed lobortis in, gravida quis quam. Sed egestas ex et vehicula placerat. LIKES: list at least 3 DISLIKES: list at least 3 SKILLS: something your character is proficent in, list at least 2; a list can be found HERE FLAWS: something your character is lackluster in, list at least 2; a list can be found HERE DREAMS: a goal your character wants to achieve; list at least one FEARS: a fear your character has; list at least one HISTORY Once upon a time, there were stars in the sky. Endless and infinite, so high above the pale blues of a winter day that they fell into the oblivion of the sky. They were like cracks of daylight, holes in the moth-bitten fabric of reality, sewn together just like so to create something beautiful. Something living. Carbon, helium, iron, zinc -- stardust colliding with Earth, mixing together with love and patience and the endless march of time to create you. There is stardust in your bones, and the moonlight in your eyes, and so they called you Starchild. Your brother was your opposite, hard where you were soft and angry where you were quiet. Two knobby-kneed moose calves clinging to their mother's side in the vast unknown of the world. Your mother was the queen, and you weren't quite sure what that meant, but you knew it was special. It was always Petyr who was meant to succeed her. Always your brother -- aggressive, persuasive, brash. Never you, in your intimate wisdom, in your affection for the stories and the stars. When your antlers came in, your brother was constantly fighting, especially with your father, but you were more occupied with why they had grown in the first place. The pair of you were polar ends of a magnet -- positive and negative, balancing out. You attracted your opposite and despite your differences, you were the best of friends. Brother always knew how to make you laugh, and you always knew how to calm him down when he got too heated. The dynasty of Eleos would be his one day, but for now, the pair of you were just children -- brothers, excited and unafraid in this broad, unusual world. But the world was rarely kind. Your brother was such a fighter, and you'd always wondered if it would be a fight that claimed his life, going out brightly in a blaze of glory as he fought for the honor and pride of his dynasty. A true king. But instead, it was sickness -- taking his body violently, unlike anything that had ever been seen, and crawling slowly through his veins and draining his energy like a mosquito drained blood. You watched your brother fade away at just three years old, and then you were the future king. You were wise beyond your years, even then, and you knew that your brother's spirit was carried with you. In order to lead Eleos like a true king, you would need to be more than he was and more than yourself. You would need to find balance, and peace. Only when you were level in all things could you possibly teach your dynasty to be the kind and merciful healers of the forest you knew they were meant to be. But your days were uneventful. You learned how to raise your dynasty higher every day and in every lesson, but simultaneously you sought balance. You spent time as a healer, and time as a defender. You spent time caring for the young of your dynasty and time meeting with the leaders of others. You were six when your father passed from the same strange illness your brother had, and your mother seemed to forget herself in her work. She became increasingly distant, and you watched quietly as she seemed to cease being what she had been and slowly transformed into a shadow of her former self. You were ten years old when your mother died, but in your grief, it was hard to pretend like she'd even been living since your father died. Just surviving. On the eve of her passing, you took your rightful position as the King of Eleos and made a controversial decision -- you would not appoint a moose to follow after you. For as long as anyone could recall, the leading family of Eleos had been moose. Sometimes second-or-third children would marry outside their type, but the royals were always of the moose race. You were going to break that cycle, and so you appointed Kuwe as your duchess -- a young koala you'd grown fond of. She was only three at the time, but you had a long life ahead of you and were confident in your ability to teach her the right way to handle things. Unfortunately, you've mostly been cleaning up her messes ever since, and you're far too fond of her to grow the nerve to dismiss her. MOTHER: Queen Eleya Mell FATHER: King Ohor Mell SIBLINGS: Petyr Mell (brother) OTHER FAMILY: OOC OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a PURCHASED ITEMS: n/a ANYTHING ELSE: any questions or comments you might have, either to the admin, or other people who wish to interact with your character HOW DID YOU FIND US?: advertising |