A Rioji is a weasel-like creature with long, bendy ears and a huge lengthy tail. Rioji's use these strong, flexible tails to grab faraway objects, climb, and to defend themselves, and most improtantly for warmth. Occasionally, they have fun and jump around, using their tails as springs. Humans particularly like these tails because they give great hugs! Riojis are very friendly, non aggressive creatures. They can be found nearly anywhere, and their tails make them easy to find. A Rioji's diet consists of mostly plants, but they also enjoy meat as snacks. Do you have the patience to call one of these your own?
Sapphy. wrote:The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.
- Frank HerbertUsername: Sapphy.
Name: Babel
Gender: Biologically Female; Genderfluid
Personality:
Bold, Selfless, and Reckless; Babel is the type of thoughtless Rioji you would find stuck in a tree, or getting lost in the middle of nowhere. However, her odd and seemingly tactless nature is never without a reason, since it's often with good-hearted intentions that she gets herself wound up in crazy situations. For example, she'll be rescuing cats from a certain terrible drop only to find herself not able to get down- or worse. More often than not, it's the latter. It's never too bad though, she's never had anything more severe than a broken bone. She finds it to be a pleasure to help, and a heartbeat missed for a good reason.
She's quite tall for a Rioji, and has longer, messier and more ruffled hair. Her voice is also closer to the deep end. Despite her bright colors, these little things added onto her unpredictable self makes most strangers more than a bit edgy, which ended up having her mistaken as an up-to-no-good delinquent more than once before. Her boyish figure and voice have also had her occasionally confused for the opposite biological gender; not that she minds. She doesn't care much for pronouns, so being referred to as 'he' or 'him' despite technically being female doesn't faze her.
Although being easily distracted, Babel is a fantastic detective and a sucker for mystery. She's an out-loud ponderer, but isn't the loudest individual either. In fact, she's rather quiet; she's a doer more than a sayer. She has no fixed goal for now, and labels herself to be an all-out wanderer. She seeks to experience all the mysteries of this world more than figure them out.
History:
Babel doesn't remember her mother. She remembers warm human hands and the constant tune of a violin. Babel was sheltered for much of her young life; born and bred into a sophisticated world much more different than that of her wild cousins’. She was sold to a lovely couple of exotic-animal collectors. There home was, quite literally, a jungle. Although the lavish human living quarters were separated from the rest of the house, most of it was a tropical paradise. The more dangerous specimen were caged, but reasonably so, and lived in comfort.
The couple, however, had not bought Babel with the purpose of caging her up for display, oh no. She- the fragile young pup she was at the time- was given to their sickly child, Jane Jones. Jane was a beautiful little girl with golden locks, blue eyes, and a perfect doll-like face. She was sweet tempered and patient- something sorely needed when you spent most of your days in bed due to illness. Her parent’s had given the pup Rioji to the little girl in hopes that it would serve as a loyal companion and moral supporter, since her parents themselves were rarely home. “So what will you call him, sweety?” they asked eagerly.
“Mom, I think it’s a girl.” she replied, having still been unsure about the small animal on her lap.
“Oh. Well, what will you name her?”
The doll-like girl had looked at the pup, not thinking too long or hard about it. Not because she didn’t care, but because she had a perfect name.
“Babel. Their name is Babel.”
The years that followed were the best of the odd little duo’s lives. Despite being sick in bed for much of the time, Jane compensated for it by avidly reading and daydreaming. Babel would read with her, sharing similar tastes in books and familiar train of thought. Although, their absolute favorite was the Sherlock Holmes series, their tastes carried out far and wide. It wasn’t too hard to grasp a basic concept of the humans’ english language; after all, she was Jane’s full-time companion and friend and attend all of her private lessons. Jane also spent a lot of time in her parents’ jungle garden. She had a great love for herbology, biology, and botany. When Jane’s health permitted it, the pair would usually have picnics around noon in the garden. Babel had made friends with many of the animals there after a while, whom claimed for the most part to be living comfortable lives there- Jim the Tiger being the exception, but no-one liked him so he was mostly ignored.
However, all happinesses are finite; bound to end.
They all knew that Jane was sickly. Head-aches, colds, stomache-virus, flu… She was rarely ever in top condition. However, on the thirteenth year of her life, after six years with Babel, she was diagnosed with terminal cancer. She hadn’t long to live and the condition was too serious for her to move out of bed. Her parents loved her, but they had work to get done. Once again, Babel was entrusted to keep watch over Jane. Before leaving, her parents gave the little girl a beautiful jacket- blue with a high collar. She loved it immediately and wore it always. “It makes me feel like Sherlock Holmes.” she'd say softly with a laugh, only to start coughing again. The cancer affected her lungs and the medicine they gave her would only hold it back for a little while. It was only really buying her some more time. She died at the age fourteen in her sleep.
Her parents, however uninvolved they were in her life, were consumed by grief. They mourned long and hard, but their sadness was a shallow pool in comparison to Babel’s rageful sea. For a long time, she was angry at the world. Bitter at the jacket that Jane had left her, despite the fact that she wore it every single day. Baffled by her last words- whispered as she faded into sleep the night before she died, “Onwards, Watson.”
Soon after their daughter’s death, Jane’s parents abandoned Babel at the edges of the countryside. Babel guessed that they couldn’t, wouldn’t handle being reminded of their dead daughter, and what was a bigger reminder than that of Jane’s constant companion? Babel didn’t whine or beg to stay with them. She didn’t follow after the car that had left her. She simply watched them go and then walked in the opposite direction, shivering in her blue coat.
Later on, Babel found her way to the streets of London, England. Having been searching for shelter, she managed her way into a seemingly abandoned flat only to find it not abandoned at all! Rather, another Rioji lived there. It made sense, since although the place was bare, there was absolutely no dust- which had struck Babel as odd upon entrance. Next door, there lived a group of young adults trying to make their way in the world, Sol, the Rioji, had said. One of their parent’s was the landowner and no one wanted the flat, so they let her live there. Sol told her she was welcomed to stay; that it was a lovely place, despite the odd little happenings every now and then.
So Babel did, because where else would she call home?
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Other:When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth
- Sherlock Holmes
[ I would like to confirm that all the artworks present in this form are made by me, despite the contrasts in the art from my oekaki and what is displayed above. I would like to note that the oekaki is not a kind mistress, and seems to feel no obligation to help me complete art pieces- and this was also true two years ago. For the art pieces of Babel I used FireAlpaca and the photobucket to link them as images. This has been a P.S.A. Thank you for your time. vuv ]
Congrads to Saph on winning this lovely babu. :3c
