Username:
Lord Raegami
Viscet's Owned:
1 ; Anteiku
2 ; Acredus
First Name:
Bodaway
Middle Name:
Alsif
Last Name:
Nootau
Nickname:
Body [Bow-Dee]
Gender:
Male
Age:
3 years
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Crush:
Anteiku
Weakness:
Coffee
HE LOOKS LIKE HE ATE A pure GOLD BAR
- my name was Bodaway. a name of native american origin. a name meaning Fire maker. what i was. i had once heard from tales of the past that i had been an herbal healer, once deemed as a medicinal specialist others had went to for aid. i seemed to have aided them with pleasure, getting a satisfactory recovery out of all of them. my home was a village, in a small remote area surrounded by a dense and almost impenetrable forest. no one could ever see through it, light barely shone through even on the sunniest of days. surrounding the north side of our home, was a thick and perilous mountain range that stretched for miles beyond out home. at the top, deeply embedded in the volcanic mountain's outer walls was an old castle shrine. where i life today. it was a shrine of the fire dragon i had learned as Wŭ Xíng (五行). as a youth, i had always been called Bodaway Hakan Nootau.
all words are of native american origin. Nootau came from an Algonquin word meaning fire. the name was chosen by our grand elder. elder chose this as a pure name. but the pure soul he had thought was given to him, turned dark. and so did the name. by birthday was the day my life became such a ruined mess i wished i had never been born. even with two gay parents, nothing seemed right. one father was never around, the other, didn't seem to care much about me. for me. my disabilities made everything a little tougher on my second father. treatment for bipolar mania was in my own hands. but with bipolar depression, i was a little out of control. i was a bad child most of the adults would say. some used to stick up for me, saying it wasn't my fault. but really it was. it was all my fault. and when they saw that, they never said a word in my defense again. like they were almost afraid to. chronic mono, circadian sleep rhythm disorder, and chronic depression affect me heavily.
they thought i was some kind of monster when they realized i was immune to such weak diseases. thus i took to becoming a healer. i used my expertise in flames to also heat up elixirs and start fires in my own home. to burn away infections and help heal wounds. i could change my fires so it was heat-less to help seal wounds when i didn't have the right material for stitching and binding. it was all safe, i was careful with my work. and when i need to use something stronger, when my teeth fall out, i would grind them and use them to make small tummy ache battling elixirs when children would come to me for small things. some said i used to have a kind heart. but all that changed when i was tried. and none of it was my fault. none of it. my hobbies were more like me rather than school. school was a hell. i'm sorry for my french, but it was. but enough about that. read on.
AND OUT CAME SPARKLES!
good traits
Lucid - he is clear mindied, when he's not in his normal mood. Closed-off -- some-days this is a good thing, he won't talk to anyone on a bad day, usually making it unbelievably hard to converse. Impetuous -- compulsive, always acting without thinking. it tends to cause problems for him and everyone around him. unfortunately. Paranoid -- some paranoid people, like him have a good go at it all. it's not uncommon for him to be paranoid and actually be good at it. not really reacting to anything. except the occasional safety rant or the fact that some-days he could be right and someone is trying to steal his gold when he has a hunch and goes mad over thinking about it too much. Incorrigible -- none of his habits change. they are unchangeable, except for a friend or two to stop him. not that anyone will, with that crazy gleam to his eyes when you try, you just wanna back off a little. Obsessive -- he will obsess and think over everything, usually being all crazy over one thing an turn around and be all calm and quiet. Protective -- he will guard someone he cares deep down and truly with his life, protecting them with what he can. some can see through his cold outer shell an see that he's a good guy. Devotion to war -- he will battle or find a battle when he's bored. boredom isn't a good thing in his case. but we do know he's a warrior. Illusive -- more deceptive, usually acting one way and not another, also makes things very hard to decipher when you look at him. Competitive -- loves to compete, it makes things more interesting when your with him does it not?. Perplexing -- it's good to be confusing, it gives someone something to think about. Gung-ho -- he's gonna be all "lets go!" about it, acting in gusto and going about things in a hoity-toity manner. Passive-aggressive -- he uses indirect expression of hostility, such as through procrastination, sarcasm, hostile jokes, stubbornness, resentment, sullenness, or deliberate or repeated failure to accomplish requested tasks for which one is (often explicitly) responsible. in other words, guilt tripping and being utterly mad at someone and not telling them directly. egotistical -- he is one that is a selfish, self-centered bastard that has about as much bragging rights as god does. in his mind. he thinks of hismelf as a god sometimes, it's terrible to work with when he's bragging all the time about himself. because he is thinking very highly of himself, it tends to push people away. so he has no friends and can be left alone. Know-it-all -- because he relates himself to the god Hades, he believes he is a know it all when it comes to terms of the dead. reflective -- he can, and i highly stress this, can be thoughtful usually making it characterized by deep careful thought. in short, he can be nice about things, when he wants to be.
bad traits
aggressive -- he will protect what is his. like his crowns and all that, he'll protect it all. Demented -- he is deemed demented because he will talk to himself in a manner that you'd think someone is right there. he has a split psyche two people. Normal Pyro, his name would be pyro, he has some problems and he is a sadist. not the sexual kind, the more inflicting pain on others pleasure from inflicting pain on other he also has another side to him. a more apethetic side to him. nothing really special about that. he's just uninterested in anything and everything around him. Retentive -- he has a good memory; and is able to remember a great deal of information. Hypocrite -- he criticized everyone else for being different, and yet he is different himself. Critical -- he just is not approving he's tending to find a fault with somebody or something, or with people and things in general. always giving comments or judgments, usually those are containing or involving other comments and opinions that analyze or judge something or someone. he makes it in an especially detailed way. Maniac -- ok, he's crazy get over it, doesn't one believe a hermit would be crazy, not really inviting, living in misery all his years, why not?. Careless -- he doesn't think leaving to irrational thoughts and actions. Irrational -- he just doesn't take a moment to breathe, to think, not when he's in a bad mood. it just clouds him. Ruling -- he controls everything, why else would he want to to dominate the world population and rule to world. he's a little Schizophrenic there. narcissistic -- he loves him self, obsesses over himself, and always thinks of himself as a fine boy he has a little bit of Swagger in there too. Greedy -- he collects treasures, and won't share, he's a greedy little man alright. Vengeful -- always on the hunt for vengeance. Abrasive -- he is always harsh in manner and or aggressively direct and insensitive. usually this is towards the little ones that like to piss him off at every open moment of his life. bugging the heck outta him. Unreformed -- unimproved in conduct, morals, etc. he just hasn't changes his moral learned. like he hasn't learned anything at all since his time away from the pains of home. Lethal -- he is known to be come a lethal and unreceptive killer when the time comes. He isn't apart when be becomes this and has a problem with not being able to control himself during that time. Dark -- he seems to have a dark aura about him. Weather or not he wants to have one. Behind all that mythical folklore and his history, he does seem to have a dark past. One that comes back to haunt him. Mysterious -- he has a mysterious aura about him. Nothing to it. Everything he's got is mysterious. His robes, his weapons, his hobbies, his great hall, the stories and tales told about him, everything is mysterious. Enigmatic -- his personality changes when he wants it to. Depending on his mood at that time and the atmosphere of feelings too. Unreceptive -- he doesn't think, but check back up with lethal. Impetuous -- unstoppable.
Lucid - he is clear mindied, when he's not in his normal mood. Closed-off -- some-days this is a good thing, he won't talk to anyone on a bad day, usually making it unbelievably hard to converse. Impetuous -- compulsive, always acting without thinking. it tends to cause problems for him and everyone around him. unfortunately. Paranoid -- some paranoid people, like him have a good go at it all. it's not uncommon for him to be paranoid and actually be good at it. not really reacting to anything. except the occasional safety rant or the fact that some-days he could be right and someone is trying to steal his gold when he has a hunch and goes mad over thinking about it too much. Incorrigible -- none of his habits change. they are unchangeable, except for a friend or two to stop him. not that anyone will, with that crazy gleam to his eyes when you try, you just wanna back off a little. Obsessive -- he will obsess and think over everything, usually being all crazy over one thing an turn around and be all calm and quiet. Protective -- he will guard someone he cares deep down and truly with his life, protecting them with what he can. some can see through his cold outer shell an see that he's a good guy. Devotion to war -- he will battle or find a battle when he's bored. boredom isn't a good thing in his case. but we do know he's a warrior. Illusive -- more deceptive, usually acting one way and not another, also makes things very hard to decipher when you look at him. Competitive -- loves to compete, it makes things more interesting when your with him does it not?. Perplexing -- it's good to be confusing, it gives someone something to think about. Gung-ho -- he's gonna be all "lets go!" about it, acting in gusto and going about things in a hoity-toity manner. Passive-aggressive -- he uses indirect expression of hostility, such as through procrastination, sarcasm, hostile jokes, stubbornness, resentment, sullenness, or deliberate or repeated failure to accomplish requested tasks for which one is (often explicitly) responsible. in other words, guilt tripping and being utterly mad at someone and not telling them directly. egotistical -- he is one that is a selfish, self-centered bastard that has about as much bragging rights as god does. in his mind. he thinks of hismelf as a god sometimes, it's terrible to work with when he's bragging all the time about himself. because he is thinking very highly of himself, it tends to push people away. so he has no friends and can be left alone. Know-it-all -- because he relates himself to the god Hades, he believes he is a know it all when it comes to terms of the dead. reflective -- he can, and i highly stress this, can be thoughtful usually making it characterized by deep careful thought. in short, he can be nice about things, when he wants to be.
bad traits
aggressive -- he will protect what is his. like his crowns and all that, he'll protect it all. Demented -- he is deemed demented because he will talk to himself in a manner that you'd think someone is right there. he has a split psyche two people. Normal Pyro, his name would be pyro, he has some problems and he is a sadist. not the sexual kind, the more inflicting pain on others pleasure from inflicting pain on other he also has another side to him. a more apethetic side to him. nothing really special about that. he's just uninterested in anything and everything around him. Retentive -- he has a good memory; and is able to remember a great deal of information. Hypocrite -- he criticized everyone else for being different, and yet he is different himself. Critical -- he just is not approving he's tending to find a fault with somebody or something, or with people and things in general. always giving comments or judgments, usually those are containing or involving other comments and opinions that analyze or judge something or someone. he makes it in an especially detailed way. Maniac -- ok, he's crazy get over it, doesn't one believe a hermit would be crazy, not really inviting, living in misery all his years, why not?. Careless -- he doesn't think leaving to irrational thoughts and actions. Irrational -- he just doesn't take a moment to breathe, to think, not when he's in a bad mood. it just clouds him. Ruling -- he controls everything, why else would he want to to dominate the world population and rule to world. he's a little Schizophrenic there. narcissistic -- he loves him self, obsesses over himself, and always thinks of himself as a fine boy he has a little bit of Swagger in there too. Greedy -- he collects treasures, and won't share, he's a greedy little man alright. Vengeful -- always on the hunt for vengeance. Abrasive -- he is always harsh in manner and or aggressively direct and insensitive. usually this is towards the little ones that like to piss him off at every open moment of his life. bugging the heck outta him. Unreformed -- unimproved in conduct, morals, etc. he just hasn't changes his moral learned. like he hasn't learned anything at all since his time away from the pains of home. Lethal -- he is known to be come a lethal and unreceptive killer when the time comes. He isn't apart when be becomes this and has a problem with not being able to control himself during that time. Dark -- he seems to have a dark aura about him. Weather or not he wants to have one. Behind all that mythical folklore and his history, he does seem to have a dark past. One that comes back to haunt him. Mysterious -- he has a mysterious aura about him. Nothing to it. Everything he's got is mysterious. His robes, his weapons, his hobbies, his great hall, the stories and tales told about him, everything is mysterious. Enigmatic -- his personality changes when he wants it to. Depending on his mood at that time and the atmosphere of feelings too. Unreceptive -- he doesn't think, but check back up with lethal. Impetuous -- unstoppable.
history
in my miserable wasteland of a so-called homeland, one filled with mystery and tragedy, i was an ideal asset to the peoples of my home. i had been a highly valued virtue. when i became of age to roam about this vast yet boring universe, i came across something no on would ever find out about. hate. i was hated when i was younger. deemed different by all the malice filled eyes and discriminating laughs of the others here. excluded from all the others of age in my group. i have no other siblings. making this incredibly frustrating to be alone, and yet incredibly easy to gain what i wanted. being born into a not-so-rich and valued family, a father who was always away, and a mother who wanted nothing more than her worthless son to get up off his own furry rear, and make a living for himself just to support her.
these people, they wanted to take me away, find me at my time of lowly weakness and snatch me up with cold hands, a grasp that wouldn't let up, a smile that would fade, venom leaking from that one expression. i had to constantly avoid others. to avoid them with all costs was to ensure that i would never be touched. my body, is what they were after. i was more wealthy than any would have imagined. it would only take a small move, a wrong move to have me snatched up and taken to a lab. my "fire abilities" simple knowledge really, but knowledge is power and power corrupts you. that's what they wanted. they wanted to pick me apart and see what makes me tick. my mother, one who i believe shall never deserve to be called that, would've given me up in a heart beat if she knew i was worth millions to the government.
sooner than later, i was tagged as some-kind of witch, after a fight i had instigated and i came out on top, my harasser was covered in burns, and barely alive. after that, and a talk with the elder did i become excluded by peers, out of fear, and the possibility that i was some sort of exorcist and user of black magic. but in all reality, it was just my inherited traits that threw them all off. some of the villagers of my time had believed i was a god. being sent down from the heavens as a sign that the world was coming to an end and the gods were in fact angry at them. others thought i was a spawn of Satan, and a sign of the Chinese Fire dragon Wu Xing. It was also told that the phoenix which was also an imperial symbol along with the dragon.
i wasn't trusted and treated like all the others here, they would tease and nag me sporadically, calling me some kind of animal, a blood thirsty monster, after all, i had gotten the taste of blood on my fangs. i was also deemed as a disgrace to them all, an impurity to their pure bloodlines, and a heartless virus that needed to be cured. i had been imprisoned after that, the incident when i was of a teen age, i had been assigned to help a boy. i had been entitled to help a sick child. he had come down with an illness the healer of my home could not cure. they assigned me to help him. there was a threat on my head. if i did not cure him, and he befell to this sickness, then i would have doomed them all, becoming contaminated by touching this boy, and killing them all.
this boy, i remember had been in a fight with one of the wild animals surrounding out village, he had gotten out badly, nasty flesh wounds and lacerations to his face and jugular. he somehow had survived a day after the incident, despite his very worn shape and malnourished look to his body. they brought him to me, with as much eagerness as a newborn colt trying to suckle their mother for milk. i was in need of an herb that i didn't have with me at that time, it was placed on my shelf days before, i was in stock, and didn't expect to need it. but seeing the large laceration to his jugular, and getting a closer look to see it infected and clotting wrong, i reached over to grab it. this boy was small, around the age of 8, and he had had trouble breathing. the remedy i was creating was to help slow the effects of the terminal illness he was suffering from while i attended to his major wounds. i remember having to lean over him to carefully snatch the herb, a small plant, with the healing powers of a simple adhesive. to slow the gash's bleeding down while i worked on the remedy.
i had snatched it when his body started convulsing. for an 8 year old at the time, going through this, was most defiantly scary, especially if someone was leaning over you trying to grab a suspicious looking herb. i was already whispering words him, trying to calm him down once the tremors stopped. the whines were gurgling, getting deafening by the second. not to mention the fact that his parents by the sound of it were rounding the corner. i believed that they caught me whispering, waving a hand over his face, closing his eyes. the words i were chanting were of an old story i had read while in the archives of the village, most would recognize the song as hush little baby but to them, probably more of my "black magic" spells. i wold not doubt the fact of them seeing the little boy gasping for breath before making a deafening sound, then lying still.
i had noticed this, only glancing up from my work on the herbal remedy i was finishing. i placed my hands on his throat, checking for a pulse. they probably recognized this as me trying to choke the boy. they rushed in, without entering, without warning, shouting, screaming. i knocked over my remedy, getting a roar out of me. it had taken hours to prepare it let alone make it and they just came in here like they ran the show and knocked it over. it infuriated me. they bring elder in here, telling him that i had murdered their son and i should be tried. he believed them over me, seeing the blood on my hands, from touching his neck, trying to find that blasted pulse. the blood on my clothes, my face, the infuriated look in my eyes. he believed them over me. i couldn't save him because he was too far gone. too far. if they had come to me the minuet they found him, after the attack, i would have been able to heal his wounds, help him. but alas, it was their peril, not his. stupider parents could have more common sense than that.
they dragged me from my home, took me away. they placed me in the center of town, a chained collar around me neck, heavier than anything. but i held up, shackles that limited my movement, keeping me from wielding fire. a mask that covered my muzzle, keeping me from using anything that would get me free. it was all in good time that they would have locked me up. this madness that i had been put into changed me. at this time, i hadn't been alright with my mutations, and i was scary to the children of the village because i had been uncomfortable and emotionally detached to myself. but this pain and misery i had been put through, all for a false lead, put me in such a state of shock and confusion that it changed me for good.
in my miserable wasteland of a so-called homeland, one filled with mystery and tragedy, i was an ideal asset to the peoples of my home. i had been a highly valued virtue. when i became of age to roam about this vast yet boring universe, i came across something no on would ever find out about. hate. i was hated when i was younger. deemed different by all the malice filled eyes and discriminating laughs of the others here. excluded from all the others of age in my group. i have no other siblings. making this incredibly frustrating to be alone, and yet incredibly easy to gain what i wanted. being born into a not-so-rich and valued family, a father who was always away, and a mother who wanted nothing more than her worthless son to get up off his own furry rear, and make a living for himself just to support her.
these people, they wanted to take me away, find me at my time of lowly weakness and snatch me up with cold hands, a grasp that wouldn't let up, a smile that would fade, venom leaking from that one expression. i had to constantly avoid others. to avoid them with all costs was to ensure that i would never be touched. my body, is what they were after. i was more wealthy than any would have imagined. it would only take a small move, a wrong move to have me snatched up and taken to a lab. my "fire abilities" simple knowledge really, but knowledge is power and power corrupts you. that's what they wanted. they wanted to pick me apart and see what makes me tick. my mother, one who i believe shall never deserve to be called that, would've given me up in a heart beat if she knew i was worth millions to the government.
sooner than later, i was tagged as some-kind of witch, after a fight i had instigated and i came out on top, my harasser was covered in burns, and barely alive. after that, and a talk with the elder did i become excluded by peers, out of fear, and the possibility that i was some sort of exorcist and user of black magic. but in all reality, it was just my inherited traits that threw them all off. some of the villagers of my time had believed i was a god. being sent down from the heavens as a sign that the world was coming to an end and the gods were in fact angry at them. others thought i was a spawn of Satan, and a sign of the Chinese Fire dragon Wu Xing. It was also told that the phoenix which was also an imperial symbol along with the dragon.
i wasn't trusted and treated like all the others here, they would tease and nag me sporadically, calling me some kind of animal, a blood thirsty monster, after all, i had gotten the taste of blood on my fangs. i was also deemed as a disgrace to them all, an impurity to their pure bloodlines, and a heartless virus that needed to be cured. i had been imprisoned after that, the incident when i was of a teen age, i had been assigned to help a boy. i had been entitled to help a sick child. he had come down with an illness the healer of my home could not cure. they assigned me to help him. there was a threat on my head. if i did not cure him, and he befell to this sickness, then i would have doomed them all, becoming contaminated by touching this boy, and killing them all.
this boy, i remember had been in a fight with one of the wild animals surrounding out village, he had gotten out badly, nasty flesh wounds and lacerations to his face and jugular. he somehow had survived a day after the incident, despite his very worn shape and malnourished look to his body. they brought him to me, with as much eagerness as a newborn colt trying to suckle their mother for milk. i was in need of an herb that i didn't have with me at that time, it was placed on my shelf days before, i was in stock, and didn't expect to need it. but seeing the large laceration to his jugular, and getting a closer look to see it infected and clotting wrong, i reached over to grab it. this boy was small, around the age of 8, and he had had trouble breathing. the remedy i was creating was to help slow the effects of the terminal illness he was suffering from while i attended to his major wounds. i remember having to lean over him to carefully snatch the herb, a small plant, with the healing powers of a simple adhesive. to slow the gash's bleeding down while i worked on the remedy.
i had snatched it when his body started convulsing. for an 8 year old at the time, going through this, was most defiantly scary, especially if someone was leaning over you trying to grab a suspicious looking herb. i was already whispering words him, trying to calm him down once the tremors stopped. the whines were gurgling, getting deafening by the second. not to mention the fact that his parents by the sound of it were rounding the corner. i believed that they caught me whispering, waving a hand over his face, closing his eyes. the words i were chanting were of an old story i had read while in the archives of the village, most would recognize the song as hush little baby but to them, probably more of my "black magic" spells. i wold not doubt the fact of them seeing the little boy gasping for breath before making a deafening sound, then lying still.
i had noticed this, only glancing up from my work on the herbal remedy i was finishing. i placed my hands on his throat, checking for a pulse. they probably recognized this as me trying to choke the boy. they rushed in, without entering, without warning, shouting, screaming. i knocked over my remedy, getting a roar out of me. it had taken hours to prepare it let alone make it and they just came in here like they ran the show and knocked it over. it infuriated me. they bring elder in here, telling him that i had murdered their son and i should be tried. he believed them over me, seeing the blood on my hands, from touching his neck, trying to find that blasted pulse. the blood on my clothes, my face, the infuriated look in my eyes. he believed them over me. i couldn't save him because he was too far gone. too far. if they had come to me the minuet they found him, after the attack, i would have been able to heal his wounds, help him. but alas, it was their peril, not his. stupider parents could have more common sense than that.
they dragged me from my home, took me away. they placed me in the center of town, a chained collar around me neck, heavier than anything. but i held up, shackles that limited my movement, keeping me from wielding fire. a mask that covered my muzzle, keeping me from using anything that would get me free. it was all in good time that they would have locked me up. this madness that i had been put into changed me. at this time, i hadn't been alright with my mutations, and i was scary to the children of the village because i had been uncomfortable and emotionally detached to myself. but this pain and misery i had been put through, all for a false lead, put me in such a state of shock and confusion that it changed me for good.
relationship with Anteiku
bodaway's weakness has always been aneiku's coffee. so whenever he's to the point of insanity; he goes to anteiku's and drinks some coffee. after all anteiku's coffee always makes him feel better. he and antei get along all the time, after all since antei's always giving advice and befriending the regulars that enters his cafe. rarely do they fight, and antei is the only one that boda isn't worried about stealing his precious jewels. antei and his levelheadedness soothe boda's nerves; which is a good thing for the greedy dragon viscet.
bodaway's weakness has always been aneiku's coffee. so whenever he's to the point of insanity; he goes to anteiku's and drinks some coffee. after all anteiku's coffee always makes him feel better. he and antei get along all the time, after all since antei's always giving advice and befriending the regulars that enters his cafe. rarely do they fight, and antei is the only one that boda isn't worried about stealing his precious jewels. antei and his levelheadedness soothe boda's nerves; which is a good thing for the greedy dragon viscet.
relationship with Acredus
acredus is an anthropologist, and since boda collects anything and everything he's always worried about acredus stealing his bones for god knows what. boda and acredus get along on the sense of they both like bones. but after that, nothing else they have in common. acredus has nothing to give boda, unlike anteiku and his coffee, so boda has no interest in him.
acredus is an anthropologist, and since boda collects anything and everything he's always worried about acredus stealing his bones for god knows what. boda and acredus get along on the sense of they both like bones. but after that, nothing else they have in common. acredus has nothing to give boda, unlike anteiku and his coffee, so boda has no interest in him.
