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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 20, 2017 21:10:57 GMT -5
(( Considering that I still have to read Beowulf tonight, I probably won't get my forms up until tomorrow ): ))
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 20, 2017 21:15:40 GMT -5
{{ Beowulf >>>>> reading about why states breakdown }}
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 20, 2017 21:16:15 GMT -5
(alright Thadrin, good luck! And Glow, yeah, as long as it would be found in like Ice Age-era inland Alaska/Canada then use whatever animal you want. If it's not already on the list you can definitely make up your own word to go with it.)
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Post by shades on Mar 20, 2017 21:26:44 GMT -5
[ I'm ready for whatever. I may make another character but I am content with one. ]
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Post by cptsisko on Mar 20, 2017 21:27:58 GMT -5
{I'm also ready whenever you guys are!}
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 20, 2017 21:45:29 GMT -5
(Alright so to start things off....)
It had been a reasonably warm early summer day, warm enough that by noon sitting close to the fire had become uncomfortable and many people began to strip off a few layers of their furs. It had been clear and sunny for most of the morning, though clouds began to roll in as the sun was lower in the sky, and now as it was nearing dusk much of the sky was obscured by clouds, and the air smelled of coming rain. Some of the older members of the tribe murmured that that the clouds were a bad omen, that they would hide the stars from view and stop the couple from receiving Asa-kel's blessing. Many of the younger members of the tribe either didn't realize the significance of the sign, or disregarded their elders' talk as being superstition. Either way, whether enough stars would be in view by midnight for the stars to witness the wedding was anyone's guess.
Now, the sun sat only a finger's width above the horizon in the west, mostly obscured by the forest, and long shadows cast by trees and tents stretched across the camp. The air had begun to cool with the darkness, and now the members of the tribe began to gather once again around the warmth of the campfires. Most of the hunters had returned earlier in the day, and now the camp was busy at work preparing for the feast. The animals caught by the hunters were being skinned and butchered, and the scent of cooking meat filled the clearings. Others dragged large logs and branches from the forest, preparing to throw them on the central fire once the sun had begun to set to create the ceremonial bonfire. The atmosphere was one of excitement and anticipation- it had been a while since the last wedding, and even if one didn't care much about the marriage of the chief's son, a feast was always something to be excited about.
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Post by cptsisko on Mar 20, 2017 22:07:05 GMT -5
The smell of rain made Illoe nervous. Even in her tent, she could smell it. It was an omen. Something awful was going to happen on her wedding day, she could feel it. Of all the days for rain to come, it had be today. The harsh clouds were sure to obstruct the stars. Still, there wasn't much she could do besides sit still as her brother painted the intricate designs on her right hand. Despite his size, he was best suited for these small details. Her sister's hands were far too shaky.
Jhiki pulled the tent flap back to peer out to camp. Everyone was busy. It'd be easy for her to slip away and do something fun. It was so boring sitting her watching Ruukk paint her sisters hands.
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Post by Salted Squid on Mar 20, 2017 22:15:19 GMT -5
Name: Addie Symbol: ∴ Animal: wolf Age:10 Gender: female Relationships: Aika (mother); Saadin (Father, deceased) Role:Child; future shaman-in-training Appearance: Addie is currently a smaller child, though due to her young age she has plenty of time left to grow. She has soft, round features, along with a relatively curve-less shape; even for a young child, she's very androgynous in physique, with an almost delicate, bird-like build. She has pale skin that is dotted all over with freckles, especially on her face and shoulders, which match nicely with her full head of vibrant ginger hair, which sticks out all over the place and is no longer than her shoulders. Her eyes are a striking contrast to her hair, which resembles the fires that burn in the center of camp; a deep blue-green, they're more reminiscent of a deep, clear pool of water hidden within a cave, and sparkle with the joys of youth. She looks like any other child her age, indistinguishable except for her left foot, which is rather oddly twisted; it looks almost like she broke it and it healed wrong, though it was like that when she was born. The deformity doesn't seem to cause her much pain, though she walks with a bit of a limp, more out of the foot's awkward position than anything else. Her typical attire is the pelt of a fawn, wrapped about her skinny body like a dress with one shoulder strap, soft and light brown. She usually goes barefoot, as her deformity makes it difficult to make a pair of shoes that fit her right. Being under 14 years of age, her only tattoo is the standard one of her symbol, which rests at the base of her neck. Personality: Addie is, in a sense, a stereotypical child. Young and carefree, she has a positive outlook on life and has very few worries. She's rather distant from the other children, though she seems to have no difficulty in finding ways to entertain herself, usually by causing mischeif around the camp and causing a ruckus in any way she can. She never had any trouble accepting her future role as shaman, and is very curious about aspects of her future career. She's already gifted, in a sense, when it comes to healing and herbs, though spirits and the like are still beyond her knowledge and likely will be for a while. Skills/Weaknesses: (please balance these; don't have a ton of great strengths and, like, one minor weakness, or vice-versa) History: Other:
Name: Aika Symbol:ق Animal: salmon Age: 30 Gender: Female Relationships: Addie (Daughter); Tem (daughter); Saadin (husband, deceased); Kekem (Father); Addie (Mother, deceased) Role: Finder Appearance: Aika is a rather attractive woman. Tall and lean, she has a physique that often gets her mistaken for a hunter despite the fact that she isn't one *wip* Personality: Skills/weaknesses: History:
Putting these here to make my life easier tonight cx))
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 20, 2017 22:23:48 GMT -5
(awesome I'll add what you have)
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 20, 2017 22:30:39 GMT -5
(Hm. There still aren't any tenders. Perhaps I'll make one.)
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Post by shades on Mar 20, 2017 22:33:15 GMT -5
Takoda ; ;
The summer sun rose, and though he couldn’t see it he could feel it through the canvas of the tent. Although it was his special day, he spent half of it pacing around with vague comments from his immediate family; though he would never dare break the tradition of his tribe, simply being apart from Illoe for so long made him want to seek her out.
When finally he sat down for the design to be painted on his hand, still Takoda’s leg bounced and he chewed his lip anxiously. Moments in silence would pass before he would ask, “I could fall while blindfolded” and “what if it rains” or “what if a mastodon steps on the camp”. The last one was unlikely, however the worry began to creep through Takoda’s bones.
He took a deep breath, like he was blowing on the fire. Sending a silent prayer towards Asa-kel, banishing Jek-durr. Takoda stilled his shaking hand, bunching the hem of his buckskin in his palm. “Do you think mother would be proud?” The young hunter asked absently, stormy eyes wandering the tent; he could hear the bustling of the tribe in preparation for the celebration of his marriage, but could not parttake for tradition’s sake.
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 20, 2017 22:49:30 GMT -5
Maguura looked up from painting the design, surprised by the suddenness of the question. "Of course she would be." He gave his son a small smile. "I'm sure not even Jek-durr himself could keep her from being here in some way to witness your wedding." With his free hand he reached up to touch the small otter-shaped totem which he wore on a leather cord around his neck, a sad and wistful look crossing his face for a brief moment before adding lightheartedly, "And if you want this part of the design to be neat, you'll have to sit still for a moment."
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Post by ℊℓоω on Mar 20, 2017 22:52:39 GMT -5
Name: Healo [HE-low] Symbol: Caribou Animal: ᘎ Age: 25 Gender: Male Relationships: Twin brother to Astarte Role: Hunter Appearance: Healo is a striking man and a very masculine presence. His role as hunter is implicit through his tall stature and muscular build. He carries himself in a confident way that is attractive to some and annoying to others. His handsome face is broad and angular, with a strong jaw and pronounced cheekbones. His lips are full and proud. His eyes, his most notable feature, are dark and intense. They are framed by thick black lashes and well defined brows that give him an appearance of constant anger. What redeems him is his bright white smile, which is not a rare sight around camp. He has dimples on each of his cheeks and his eyes soften when prompted by laughter. His coloring is on the warmer side naturally, with dark olive skin and ebony black hair. The hair, which is long and thick and straight as an arrow, is typically tied on his head and then allowed to flow down his back. He wears whatever clothes are most comfortable and durable. His pelts are well-worn because he's a physical creature, although they've been repaired many days by neat stitches. His tattoos are plentiful, as he sees them as a sign of age and maturity. With every significant experience, such as his first kill, the turning of the seasons, or the birth of new tribemates, he gets a new tattoo. Healo is also a man of many scars, from various hunting accidents, falls, and scraps with wildlife. His most distinct scar, or scars, is four parallel lines along his back, crossing half of its width. They are from an encounter with a bear when he was still a young hunter. He survived the incident, thankfully, although it has made him weary of large predators. Another notable thing about healo is his piercings--he has two pieces of bone through each of his ears, more specifically the claws of large felines he extracted from skeletons. Personality: Healo is a rather polarizing man. The majority of tribemembers enjoy him based on the fact that he's highly charismatic and he is a skilled hunter. Others dislike him out of distaste for his confidence or jealousy of his physical strength. Either way, Healo is rather oblivious. He goes by the philosophy that if you treat someone with kindness, they will enjoy your company. What he sometimes fails to realize is that bragging about his kills is not a great way to make genuine friends. He is quite full of himself, although at the heart of things he is a good man that wants nothing more than to provide for his tribe. He is ambitious in a sense that he gets fulfillment from being a celebrated hunter. He does not, however, think of himself as a leader in the traditional sense. The idea of leading hunting parties is usually brushed off, because he has a surprising insecurity in his ability to successfully protect and lead. He would much rather be a powerful follower than a weak ruler. Otherwise Healo is a very charismatic person. He is friendly to just about everyone, with very few exceptions. He has a soft spot for children, and is a charmer with women. Skills/Weaknesses: Healo is a powerful hunter, the type that is known to go for larger game with a history of success. He has good instincts and is willing to go to great lengths to make the kill, whether it be following a herd for days on end or waiting patiently for the right time to strike. He is a good team player, and he works well in groups. A weakness is that Healo is rather hesitant to take charge, even when he is the best equipped for the job. He also comes off as rather arrogant, because he has a lack of self awareness at times. He does not take criticism well and is known to mope. That being said, it is surprisingly difficult to push Healo to the point of losing his temper. For such an arrogant man, he is quite even-keeled. Physically, he is strong. His weakness as a hunter lies in his ingrained fear of large predators, specifically bears.
Name: Astarte [uh-START-tey] Symbol: ᕓ Animal: Crane Age: 25 Gender: Female Relationships: Twin sister to Healo Role: Shaper Appearance: Astarte, like her brother, is a rather striking presence. She too is quite tall, in fact she can look the average man right in the eye. She is of a narrow, long legged build although she is physically strong. In fact, Astarte has the body of a hunter, given she was one for a good portion of her life, before the accident. The "accident" was a traumatic experience of Astarte's twentieth winter, in which she took a massive fall when a boulder one which she was standing fell loose from its place atop a hill. Although she landed without injury, the boulder rolled over her right foot, snapping her ankle completely. From that day, she has been completely unable to run, and she walks with a distinctive limp. Despite it, Astarte has a demanding physical presence. She is beautiful in that her face is symmetrical and feminine which is a welcome contrast to her strength and height. Her nose is narrow and straight, her lips full and in a cupid's bow shape. Her facial structure, like her brother's is angular, although hers is more narrow. Astarte's eyes are almond shaped and pleasant, a whiskey brown in color. Her brows are arched and well shaped. Astarte's contrast with her twin lies mostly in her coloring. Where is is primarily warmly colored, she has a natural coldness to her, perhaps mostly due to her paler skin. While he is tanned, she looks as though she spends all day in a cave (which is not true). Her hair is jet black, so much so that it takes on an almost midnight blue in the right light. It is not quite as thick as her brother's, as it takes on a bit of a feathery loose curl on the ends. It is worn down, but for a pair of braids down the back of her head. Astarte has a mix of orange and red tattoos from her time as both a hunter and a shaper. Personality: As far as her personality goes, Astarte is the more reserved of the twins. She is less likely to make new friends as to gravitate towards those she finds familiar and safe. She is confident outwardly, like her brother, but rather than coming off as arrogant, she is often percieved as rather aloof. She does not think of herself as being superior to others in any way, but she does have a certain air of silent judgement to her. She is an intelligent woman and an independant one, and to some that can be rather threatening. Truth be told, Astarte is perfectly fine with spending most of her time alone, if not in the company of a select few people. This isn't to say she's awful to be around. In fact, she is rather pleasant in most situations. She has a warm, soft laugh, and a rather maternal energy. She looks after the younger members of the tribe and is an ally to all of the women. She is a spiritual person and a perceptive one. Skills/Weaknesses: Physically, the most obvious one is that she has a limp. As explained above, she was in a terrible accident a few years ago which has prevented her of doing her chosen duty as a hunter. If forced to run for whatever reason, Astarte would be in trouble. That aside, however, around camp Astarte has forced most to forget her disability. She can do anything anyone else can do, she's sometimes just a bit slower at doing it. For that reason, she has put herself to work by helping to fix structures, clothes, and weapons for the others, as skill for which she has an inherent knack. Her favorite thing, however, is putting tattoos on her fellow tribesmen. She has a steady hand and a love of intricate designs. As far as personality flaws and strengths go, well, as with all people, there are too many to explain in great detail. Her most prominent psychological flaw is the fact that she is quite reclusive. She has a close circle of friends, and is on good terms with the rest of the tribe, but she is meant to walk in small groups. She becomes drained by spending too much time around others. She also gets stir crazy, as a side effect of her ankle, and that can be frustrating. There are days when she gets snippy and difficult, as a result of not getting enough time away from camp. As far as strengths go, she is capable of great tenderness when given the chance. She loves nothing more than to spend hours in the quiet company of those she trusts. She is a fiercely loyal woman, and she will do anything for those she loves. She is also a fierce protector of fellow women, and is a sort of quiet mother without children.
[Nearly done but I'm going to take a shower and I don't want to lose the tab xD ]
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 20, 2017 23:05:48 GMT -5
(I like both of them thus far! The only thing is that the tribe lives pretty far inland and actually has no concept of the ocean, so they wouldn't know what a whale of any kind was. Sorry. Also the only thing they use bones for [ including antlers, horns, tusks, and teeth] are totems, so he wouldn't have bone earrings. However, he could possibly use the claws from the big cats instead?)
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 20, 2017 23:22:37 GMT -5
Name: Maadua Symbol: え Animal: Brown bear Age: 28 Gender: Female Relationships: Keyda (mother; deceased) Role: Tender Appearance: Maadua is a very small and skinny woman- standing at about 5'2" and with an extremely frail frame she looks as though a particularly strong gust of wind could carry her away. Her hair is a light brown in color, though in sunlight it has a bit of a reddish hue. It is quite long, coming down to about her waist, and she wears it in many small braids which she then pulls back in a ponytail. Her eyes are a dark chocolate brown which would be quite beautiful if it weren't for the fact that the left is completely blind with cataracts, and the right is half-blind. She is rather light-skinned, and there are a few freckles on her cheeks and shoulders- there would be more if she didn't spend so little time in the sun. Maadua generally wears a long elk skin dress which covers most of her body, with a cloak made of part of a mammoth pelt. She must dress warmly, as she is very sensitive to cold, even during the summer, and she prefers to be almost entirely covered. Personality: Maadua is extremely quiet, very rarely speaking- she may go days without saying a single word. She is the sort of person who tends to remain entirely unseen even within plain view, something which is reinforced by the simple familiarity of her bustling around camp cooking, cleaning, and doing her other chores- it's just become an ingrained habit in the minds of her tribemates to overlook her. On the one hand, she enjoys the peace of simply being allowed to go about her daily tasks without being disturbed, but on the other hand, it can get very lonely, as even in her off time she is generally ignored. Not in a malicious way, of course- she is just small, shy, quiet, and very easy to miss. She would never seek out interaction with anyone else, and is very awkward when engaged in conversation. Because she can't see, her other senses have become very acute to compensate, and because of this and her ability to come and go with ease means that she gets to hear all the gossip within the tribe. But of course being so quiet, and not at all malicious, all her tribemates' secrets are safe with her. Skills/Weaknesses: Maadua has extremely keen senses- besides vision- and pretty good reflexes despite her disability. She is very mentally organized, a fantastic multitasker, and very efficient in her duties. However, she is extremely shy and awkward, and has pretty much no social skills. Physically, she is extremely weak, and it's really quite spectacular that she's even still alive. She was born a sickly child and it was a surprise she lived past her first three days- and it has continued to be a surprise every year since. As mentioned, she is very sensitive to the cold, and gets sick easily, though she somehow always seems to get past it without too much damage done. History: Maadua was born sick and blind with an unknown father, and wasn't expected to live. She surprised the tribe by clinging to life for first three days, and then a year, and then until fourteen. She surprised no one, however, by choosing to become a tender- after all, as sick as she was, and blind, there was no way she could ever be a hunter, finder, or shaper. After that, she pretty much passed out of the collective consciousness of the tribe, going about her duties every day and simply keeping to herself. She remained very close to her mother throughout this time, and was devestated when Keyda was killed by a pair of wolves while out finding. She has come to terms with it in the years since, but still quietly grieves her mother and only friend. She still occasionally wonders who her father is, but has accepted that she will probably never know, and thus does not put too much thought to it. Other: Maadua has only one totem- that from her mother- which is in the shape of a rabbit.
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Post by Puck on Mar 20, 2017 23:29:51 GMT -5
Name: Dekah Symbol: ಮ Animal: mouse Age: 23 Gender: Female Relationships: Brother is Gelaar, sister is Miri (deceased), father is Lusiir (deceased), and mother is Nan (deceased). Role: Finder Appearance: Fairly thin and fairly tall, at 5'9, Dekah looks like she'd sway in the wind. Her skin is a very deep brown, so dark that her tattoos are hardly visible in certain lights. Her chin and cheekbones are sharp, her forehead is a bit large, her nose is wide, her lips and her eyebrows are thick. Dekah's down-turned dark brown eyes appear black except in bright lights, and seem to make her appear sad at all times. Her curly black hair is compressed into dreads that barely touch her shoulders. Her hair is rarely put up, always down, doing whatever it wants. Dekah stands mostly like a stick: thin, fairly curveless, and besides her broad shoulders, seems to take up the least amount of space as possible. Dekah has a decent number of tattoos aside from the symbol on her neck, and the ring on her right arm. Most prominent is a massive snake curling around her right leg with the symbol for snake ( م ) in honor of her sister, Miri. On her right foot is the symbol for spider ( ف ) in honor of her mother, and on the left foot is the symbol for hummingbird ( ك ) in honor of her father. Personality: Dekah is quiet and reserved, partly because she prefers to listen in a conversation, partly because she's uncomfortable and awkward in social situations. When a conversation can be extracted from her, it's usually fairly boring, and her personality usually adapts to that of whoever she's speaking to, because despite usually keeping to herself, she cares a little too much about what others think of her. She wants people to like her while simultaneously trying to distance herself from them emotionally. This is her feeble attempt to form new bonds like those between herself and her family members while making sure she doesn't have to lose anyone else that she cares deeply about. Dekah cares for the tribe and will do what she can to help, but still will put her own needs and her family's needs first, even if her family consists of only herself and Gelaar now. Though the smarter of the two remaining members of her family, Dekah feels lost and confused without her parents and sister. Despite the fact that they don't talk very much, and that Gelaar is the older and stronger of the two, Dekah has found herself taking on the role of his protector. Skills/Weaknesses: Dekah has above average senses of sound, smell, and sight, which coincide with her role as a finder within the tribe. She's generally resourceful and smart, though she definitely does worse under pressure. Dekah is also, in no way, athletic. Sure she can sustain long walks, but she has no strength, and can only run for short periods of time before being winded. History: When Dekah was born, the white mark disappeared. What was assumed to just be a symbol of her own misfortune ended up being an indirect omen of her family's bad luck and the massive emotional impact it'd have on her. While, yes, Dekah has suffered with many near misses with fatal illnesses, which have left her as emaciated as she is, she's managed to survive despite it all. The string of health issues in her childhood spurred on her desire to become a finder, to search the lands for the medicine needed to keep frail children like herself from dying far too young. Dekah is the youngest of three, with Gelaar 3 years older and Miri 7 years older. Dekah was 10 when her sister and father (both hunters) sustained serious injuries from a mammoth which took her sister first, and her father a few days later. While Lusiir was a bit distant, her sister was, at the time, her best friend and biggest influence. Her death took a massive toll on Dekah which prompted her to get the snake tattoo as soon as she was old enough. Miri's death changed Dekah forever, and after her father and sister's deaths, Dekah tried to distance herself a bit from her remaining family members and the tribe as a whole. Even so, her mother's death when she was 17 devastated her, and only seemed to bring her closer to Gelaar, who she'd now risk anything for. Though she is not as emotionally close to him as she was with Miri, she's taken on the role of his protector all the same.
-------- Name: Gelaar Symbol: အ Animal: Hawk Age: 26 Gender: Male Relationships: Sisters are Dekah and Miri (deceased), father is Lusiir (deceased), and mother is Nan (deceased). Role: Hunter Appearance: Tall, bulky, and a bit imposing, Gelaar stands at 6'1, a tower of muscle. His dark brown skin seems to mask his red tattoos oftentimes. His narrow, close-set eyes are dark brown, but appear black in most lights. Gelaar has a wide nose, sharp cheekbones, square jaw, large forehead, and thick, black eyebrows that point down a bit. His curly black hair is compressed into long dreads that come down to his lower back, often a massive and free range of hair. When hunting, one dread is tied around the rest to keep them out of the way and in place to a degree. Gelaar has, at the moment, a fairly short beard, only about an inch in length. He has broad shoulders, and a formidable layer of muscle under his skin. In terms of tattoos, Gelaar has the symbol on his neck, the ring around his left arm, and two mammoth tusks on his upper back. Personality: Gelaar isn't necessarily outgoing -- he won't actively and repeatedly pursue conversation -- but is very open and and friendly to most members of the tribe. His emotions can bubble very close to the surface, and anger is no exception, especially when a hunt goes poorly. However he never takes out his emotions on others, physically or verbally; instead he tends to find a useful outlet or simply stews in his bad mood alone. Luckily, emotions pass very quickly for Gelaar and these things don't last very long for him. He can occasionally be a bit absentminded and is by no means proficient at gauging the severity or danger of a situation. Gelaar is a natural born follower, he does what's asked of him and to the best of his abilities, and knows for a fact that he will live and die as the tribe and Asa-kel demand it. Skills/Weaknesses: Gelaar is very strong, athletic, and in general, built for hunting. He is highly skilled with spears, and fits in fairly well in most social situations. He also happens to be very impulsive, and when he sets a goal, will often have tunnel vision towards that goal. As well, Gelaar isn't very resourceful, he likes to have things set out for him, and sticks rigidly to what he knows; this is to say that Gelaar is no leader, and simply does what he is told with little to no second guessing. History: As the middle child, Gelaar felt that he got the short end of the stick. In his mind, Miri was his father's favorite, Dekah was his mother's favorite, and he felt that he was simply there in the background. He resented this fact for years growing up and became quite the little rebel within his family. Up until he was 13, Gelaar was as stick thin as his sister, Dekah, and found that he wanted nothing more than to be chief, and nothing else, to garner the respect and recognition he desired. However, when Miri and Lusiir passed, something in him changed. Yes, for the coming years he mourned them, but he was overwhelmed with a sense of guilt, like he never really connected to them as much as he should have, so he became significantly closer to his mother and Dekah. At the same time, he realized that the tribe was now two hunters short, and he worked as hard as he could to try to fill the gap his sister and father left within the tribe. He quickly found joy in the role and continued to learn not just because the tribe needed more hunters, but because he liked being one. Other: Aside from his hawk, Gelaar has a totem that is a piece of bone from his first kill, a young buck.
((I'd finish Gelaar's form but I am. dead. I'll also probably fix Dekah's over time (like add more appearance stuff) so idk if you wanna add it to the front yet? up 2 u))
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 20, 2017 23:39:51 GMT -5
(If you're wanting to rp I'll go ahead and add her, just let me know if you change something. Otherwise if you're not concerned about rping with her yet, I'll wait. Either way, I'll add their animals to the spirit language so people know those animals are claimed. Also I'm honored that this is the first rp you decided to join on these forums lol.)
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Post by Puck on Mar 20, 2017 23:47:10 GMT -5
((I might RP with her a little bit tonight but it's 12:45 where I am so it won't be much. Also yea I was on the old forums on and off for years since like 2011 if i had to estimate? I just today realized that the old forums shut down even tho they shut down in like. August, lol.))
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 20, 2017 23:51:44 GMT -5
(Yeah I feel you lol. Alright I'll go ahead and add her then. I'll put up what information is available on Gelaar as well.)
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Post by Puck on Mar 21, 2017 0:07:04 GMT -5
((O nice, I'll just add Dekah to the scene I guess and say Gelaar is napping.))
Gelaar: nap
Dekah sat near the edge of one of the bonfires, far enough that she didn't interrupt the cooking, but close enough that she could offhandedly prod at the cinders with a thin branch, watching the fire and embers dance through the air in the dying sunlight. Though she was seated in one of the most popular areas of the camp, her body language could not have given off any less of an open, receptive vibe. She sat with her legs crossed, her back hunched, and her right hand resting on her thigh, the elbow facing up. A scowl was set on her face as she squinted into the hot flames, intently watching the embers float into the sky before being snuffed out and disappearing into nothingness. Dekah looked back down at the lower embers as they delicately twirled into the sky, repeating the cycle. Though she seemed to be deep in thought, her mind was truly distracted by the beauty of the fire.
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Post by Aphelyon on Mar 21, 2017 0:10:54 GMT -5
(Puck and Glow both your characters are added! Or, in the case of Gelaar, he's on the list but there's not much about him lol.)
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Post by ℊℓоω on Mar 21, 2017 1:18:06 GMT -5
The twins had found each other amidst the anxious buzz before the wedding. As the bride and groom were readied in their prospective areas, Astarte busied her hands by sewing a rip in her brother's spare pants. "You really should be more careful, Healo," she was saying, words forcibly mumbled by the fact that she balanced the needle on her bottom lip. "Frankly I find it offensive that you haven't learned to do your own sewing." Healo brushed her off dismissively with a gesture only she could understand. It served as a substitute for engaging in the argument they had had many times before. Typically he would have responded to her accusation with, "I know how to sew, Tar, but you do it better." Or something to the same effect. This time, however, he was too mesmerized by the licking flames in the fire pit. Besides, he knew she was pestering him because she was nervous for the wedding. There was no reason for her to be nervous, she was not personally invested in its outcome. Nevertheless, marriages were rare events within their community. Besides, she simply wanted everything to go smoothly; a happy marriage would be a welcome blessing for the tribe.
It was not an unusual sight to see the siblings sitting as a pair in the center of camp. In fact, to some it might have been taken as a sign that the universe had not yet turned on its side. Everything was normal enough for the brother and sister to sit, hips brushing, on a log that they had informally claimed as their own. Healo sat with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands propping up his head. He was still as he watched his sister mend his clothes. Although he didn't thank her verbally, they shared a silent agreement between them that the gesture was appreciated. Despite her pointed words, Astarte was happy to be making herself useful. Her eyebrows were pinched in concentration as she made neat stitches in the worn pelt. She paused once, only to brush a lock of dark hair behind her ear. Healo, meanwhile, quietly enjoyed the warmth of the afternoon. He was not superstitious, at least not admittedly so, and so he did not engage in the collective concerns over impending rain. The idea of moisture, to him, meant the herds would be enticed to lower ground by abundant green grass.
"That's good enough," he breathed to his sister as she made a move to mend a smaller hole on the leg of the pants. A grin crossed his features. "Might as well save the thread for when the hole inevitably grows."
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Mar 21, 2017 7:34:56 GMT -5
(Okay now it looks good except, again, for the spirit. If his animal is a cave lion his name would be Aesu, since that's the established word for cave lion. There are also two other characters, one living, who already have that animal and name, so while that doesn't mean your character can't also be a cave lion I wouldn't recommend it. However, as I said, a fang cat- the tribe word for a saber-tooth tiger- is another large feline that lives in the area, though it's not quite the same as a cave lion, and the name could remain Tendua, since even though it's mentioned that Daru, the second ancestor, was a fang cat I can easily change that to something else at this point. Sorry for the trouble with the spirit animal ^^' ) (you're totally fine my bad it was super late when i was joining and i was too tired to focus -_- but i got sleep so i'm good now lol. and ok, i'm fine with changing him to a fang cat and i appreciate being able to keep the name!! i did a little research and saw that the snow leopard lives in colder, drier climates - is that something i could use as well? If not, i'm fine with keeping fang cat!)
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Post by shades on Mar 21, 2017 10:15:00 GMT -5
Takoda ; ;
Takoda nodded sagely, immediately stilling so his father may continue the intricate design on his hand. “Were you this nervous when marrying mother?” He asked, looking at his father’s larger hands working on the painting that would symbolize his love for Illoe. The other hand brushing through his hand, moving the dark strands of hair away from his brow slowly.
“I really hope Illoe is doing well.” The eldest son muttered, staring at the tent flap with the expectation she would barge in and ask to go for a hunt.
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