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Cosima
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Cosima
by Fuscontidox » Tue Apr 04, 2017 6:29 pm
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Workshop One
by Fuscontidox » Tue Apr 04, 2017 6:35 pm
Workshop One - Writing Prompt
Prompt: Cosima is a relatively recluse person. Having that she lives in a dense woodlands, she is easier to find when you are not looking for her. She is strange to outsiders, often seen as a witch because of her pupils and the herbal work she dabbles in.
The truth is that she has just lived among the wildlife so long that she has gained an even greater respect for it than she had in her village, despite the belief they had that nature was everything.
she is very bold, and yet respectful, very much intertwined in the ways of the forest, taking only her share's worth of food, especially when it comes to hunting, she is careful on which animals she hunts, only going for larger prey if she needs something specific out of them. She does not waste anything, and believes that everything has a purpose, everything has a reason to exist, it would be blaspheme to waste even the smallest of whatever she has collected.
she had a hard past from the age of thirteen onward, and her view on the world has changed tremendously, though she does not share her personal life with anyone. She is amazing at giving advice and guidance.
Cosima is a pacifist type, she doesnt like gossip, or hearing others that find her say things about how the other tribes are fairing, especially that of the Florentai and Faunaya, talk of them only makes her want to shoot something, and she hates even the smallest mention of how much they changed since the invasion that happened a decade back. Her mind will start to swirl with long forgotten plans, and it takes her much longer than necessary to draw herself from such thoughts. She already did enough damage to them, there was no reason for her to think any further on a way to worsen the situation.
Workshop One - Art Prompt
Drawing:
Cosima
Do they keep promises, or break them? Why?
It's rare for Cosima to have a reason to keep promises, living as she does, those around her--if any-- are only around for maybe a week if she's kind enough to host them for that long. She is often told the life stories of those who visit, but never does she see the same face twice, she does not keep promises because she does not make promises. On the rare chance that she keeps a promise, it is often of her own will, something she offers first, and she does so with full intention to do so, though she always gives a disclaimer of imperfection.
Are they a leader, follower, or loner? Why?
Cosima lives alone in the middle of a vast woodlands that few have charted out, but she is sought out by wanderers, and more than once, has had to tend the wounds of those who were attacked by bandits or wild animals nearby. Seeing people injured hurts her more deeply than she would ever let anyone know, especially towards those who were injured by someone and not by a chance encounter with a woodland dweller. Cosima could return to the lands of other people, she however does not feel suited to the life of a common tribe member, and all she ever knew as a child is gone, so she does not have a reason to return to what she once had.
If they could change one thing in their past, what would it be and why?
Just as Cosima turned thirteen, her tribe broke out in war with a nomadic tribe, at this time, her father had been the "General" of sorts, and they went out to fight. When their troops failed, the nomads bombarded their tribe, Cosima had been too prideful, the only reason her mother did not flee was because she ran up to the roof with her bow, and had fired an arrow without knowing how to properly use her bow to begin with, and was satisfied by hitting an enemy soldier in the eye by chance. Mean while, a man had broken into their house, and her mother was below defending how she could, Cosima crept down and slipped between the slats in the stair way, hiding in the closet under the stairs until he was gone. When she emerged, her mother was bleeding out, and told her with her last breath to run and don't look back, and so she did just that.
She wishes she had never ignored her mother, and that they had simply just run after news of her father's death. She knew she couldn't save her father, but she blew the one chance she had to remain by the side of her mother.
Do they care what others think of them? Why or why not?
Not anymore than she thinks of herself. She's a very humble creature, living among the wildlife of the forest has molded her into a very selfless person, but because of her dabbling in herbs, and well known strange eyes, she has been called a witch. This is one of the only things that bothers her, she dislikes if people call her a witch, especially to her face, doing so will turn her away from offering service.
Do they tend to argue with others or do they avoid conflict?
Cosima is a pacifist, she does not wish the get involved in the affairs of the tribes, and prefers her life as it is, among the animals who respect her as she respects them. she willingly gives advice to anyone who asks of it, but she will not ever give her direct opinion on a matter.
Are they more spontaneous, or are they the type that always needs a plan?
Plan, BY FAR, a plan. She hunts prey for herself, the likelihood that she will simply do something without thinking is an absurdly low chance.
Do they have any quirks, mannerisms, habits, or other defining characteristics?
Cosima talks to the sky a lot, often mumbling as if someone were there to listen to whatever she has to say.
She talks to herself when she is pressed for time, mainly in dire situations like when someone's life is at stake.
At the very mention on her being a witch, she itches to take her bow and shoot the one who even so much as uttered the word with her name in the name sentence.
Cosima holds a very big grudge against the tribe who took over her tribe's land, to keep herself safe, she has created an illusion over the people, the refuse to step foot into any of the forests surrounding the tribal grounds, as they fear it is haunted. She has used harsh tactics, that she is not--and yet is-- proud of, in order to keep them out.
Write about them interacting with their favorite thing:
Light tilted its way through the crevice, and fixated itself over my sleeping eyelids, they twitched, and fluttered open, my face contorted in a semi-snarl. I sat up, listening to the birds chirp in the early morning, stretching all my limbs in attempt to awaken from the slumber of the night. My tall ears pivoted to the sound of my stomach growling, and I stood carefully, taking up my mask from beside me, and made my way towards the storage on the other side of the hollow tree. Coming before a large roughly made chest, I pride open the lid, and peered inside, the air inside was cold, proving that the herbal mash I used along side the insulation was working as per usual, but I could tell I would need to replace it next week.
The herbs weren't what bothered me though, it was the emptiness of the chest itself. I had known I would need to go out today, no matter how long I lived here, there was never a day when I wouldn't need to use it... If it wasn't food, it was invaders.
My gaze fell to the corner of my vision, where a small, worn bow was mounted lovingly to the wall on hand crafted hooks, with a quiver of arrows leaning beneath it. I crossed the room, and gingerly held the bow, looking over its condition, the string was beginning the fray, well broken in, and yet I knew it wouldn't last me much longer.
I rubbed my thumbs over the carved wood, reminiscing the first time I had laid eyes on it, long before it had become as it is.
"Choose wisely, Cosima," he had said to me, "whichever wood you choose is not just choosing the color, it's choosing the weight," my eyes closed, and suddenly I was back there, gazing up to the face of my father.
"What do I do, papa?" over the years, I couldn't match the sound my younger self, and so I settled with the voice of which I now possess.
"Here," holding out his hand, he waited for me to hold out mine, "give it back if you can't hold it in both hands." taking the first piece in hand, he gave it to me gently, when my arms drooped with the weight, he carefully took it back, and piece after piece, the choice was narrowed down to three, and from those three was chosen the beautiful dark wood.
It wasn't until nearly a half year later that I saw the piece again on my thirteenth birthday, completed and smooth. I remember being confused, for my father's was engraved beautifully with majestic carvings, knicks, and scrapes.
"Where are the dancing people, papa?"
Carvings of your weapons are not pre-made like those of your mask, Cosima, the carvings will be your stories, you will carve them yourself in due time, fear not, you'll know what to do once you have found a story to write."
I opened my eyes, and took a breath to calm my aching heart, picking up my quiver, and slinging it over my shoulder, I pulled back the first hide, followed by the second one, and saw the bright light of day shining through the canopy above.
I dropped to the forest floor, and walked quietly, watching where I stepped as I made my way towards the clearing where the deer grazed during this season. I put my bow around me as I began to the climb the branches of a tree a ways off from the deer grounds. I passed between the branches, going from tree to tree, and stopping when the large patch of grass came into view.
I waited silently, sitting on the branch until I picked up the sound of hooves coming closer to the glade. Taking my bow in hand, I drew an arrow from the quiver and stayed in a resting preparation, it wasn't long before a doe appeared, I raised my bow, but emidiately rested once more when I caught sight of a fawn trailing her. They left after a half hour, and then more hooves rang, and a group of young deer broke through the tree line, bounding around into the grass. I rubbed my thumb over the carving closest to the thin rope wrapped for hand gripping. When the deer settled down and began to eat, I fixed my position.
"Draw it carefully, like the sun rising and falling,", I fell back into a trance, and the voice of my father came so clear in my ears, "two fingers,", a ghostly tap came upon my index and middle finger, the arrow resting between them, with the head tapping the knick in the wood that told me it was in the right place. "palm to your cheek, breath, aim just above your target, and release"
The string glided over my fingertips, and the arrow shot out, lodging itself diagonally through the beast's throat, the others scattered as my prey fell more in shock than knockback. Climbing down, I hastened towards my dying prey, and moved slowly upon entering the lush grass. My feet almost dancing a lullaby, steady and soft before I knelt before them, and whispered the old prayer of thanks, rubbing my thumb over a favored gash in my bow before setting in down and petting the deer, humming as its life came to an end.
I recalled the first time I had attempted to take down a deer, I was on the ground, and had hidden among the foliage scattered about, waiting, lurking, I had drawn my bow, and the arrow had missed the doe I had aimed for, ricocheting off the staggeringly large antlers of the buck watching over the multitude. Though they dispersed, he looked me in the eye, and charged, with attempt to defend myself, I lifted my bow, thwacking his forehead, and grazing one of the sharp thrown-like ends of his rack. He stumbled, and had made his way off from me, bewildered by the strike given to him.
It had become such a symbolic thing, that gash he made through my first story, the story I had not completed for the fear of tears, and that gash had completed what I had refused, striking through the figures of my parents, and missing me by a hair.
Upon reaching home with my carcass, I strung it up, and cleaned it, setting everything out and getting everything prepared as I always did with any prey. The moment I was finished, I stepped back inside, my bow went back on its hooks, and my quiver under it, I took a seat in the center of the room, where a pit was carved out, lined with large rocks, then sand, and then more rocks with clay hardened as mortar around it, wood rested inside, and I set up the metal pegs I had received from a traveler years ago. I lit the fire and set a portion of meat over it.
I found myself picking up the wood I had set aside, and took up my carving knife, shaping the wood, and throwing the shavings into the fire.
My eyes kept traveling to my bow, and I would sigh. It was hard to sit in a place where I could see it, knowing I was working on the next piece, the one that would replace it someday. I knew it had to be soon, and my heart sunk, I loved my bow, even though it was too small for me now that I was grown, and the wood was carved from one end to the other, there was no space for me to write the things that I had planned to ages ago. It was just so hard to let go, I knew it would stay on its holders soon, and I wouldn't feel those familiar scrapes and carvings of my life, how could I get lost in my beautiful memories, if I wasn't holding the one thing that encouraged me to remember them?
These thoughts didn't stop me this time though, I found myself continuing to craft the piece in my lap, rotating the meat now and again, and carving away as if I somehow knew, there would be more stories on this one than I could ever imagine through the state of my mundane life.
Draw them interacting with their favorite thing:
Prompt: Cosima is a relatively recluse person. Having that she lives in a dense woodlands, she is easier to find when you are not looking for her. She is strange to outsiders, often seen as a witch because of her pupils and the herbal work she dabbles in.
The truth is that she has just lived among the wildlife so long that she has gained an even greater respect for it than she had in her village, despite the belief they had that nature was everything.
she is very bold, and yet respectful, very much intertwined in the ways of the forest, taking only her share's worth of food, especially when it comes to hunting, she is careful on which animals she hunts, only going for larger prey if she needs something specific out of them. She does not waste anything, and believes that everything has a purpose, everything has a reason to exist, it would be blaspheme to waste even the smallest of whatever she has collected.
she had a hard past from the age of thirteen onward, and her view on the world has changed tremendously, though she does not share her personal life with anyone. She is amazing at giving advice and guidance.
Cosima is a pacifist type, she doesnt like gossip, or hearing others that find her say things about how the other tribes are fairing, especially that of the Florentai and Faunaya, talk of them only makes her want to shoot something, and she hates even the smallest mention of how much they changed since the invasion that happened a decade back. Her mind will start to swirl with long forgotten plans, and it takes her much longer than necessary to draw herself from such thoughts. She already did enough damage to them, there was no reason for her to think any further on a way to worsen the situation.
Workshop One - Art Prompt
Drawing:
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Day Three Exercise
Day Three Exercise
Cosima
Do they keep promises, or break them? Why?
It's rare for Cosima to have a reason to keep promises, living as she does, those around her--if any-- are only around for maybe a week if she's kind enough to host them for that long. She is often told the life stories of those who visit, but never does she see the same face twice, she does not keep promises because she does not make promises. On the rare chance that she keeps a promise, it is often of her own will, something she offers first, and she does so with full intention to do so, though she always gives a disclaimer of imperfection.
Are they a leader, follower, or loner? Why?
Cosima lives alone in the middle of a vast woodlands that few have charted out, but she is sought out by wanderers, and more than once, has had to tend the wounds of those who were attacked by bandits or wild animals nearby. Seeing people injured hurts her more deeply than she would ever let anyone know, especially towards those who were injured by someone and not by a chance encounter with a woodland dweller. Cosima could return to the lands of other people, she however does not feel suited to the life of a common tribe member, and all she ever knew as a child is gone, so she does not have a reason to return to what she once had.
If they could change one thing in their past, what would it be and why?
Just as Cosima turned thirteen, her tribe broke out in war with a nomadic tribe, at this time, her father had been the "General" of sorts, and they went out to fight. When their troops failed, the nomads bombarded their tribe, Cosima had been too prideful, the only reason her mother did not flee was because she ran up to the roof with her bow, and had fired an arrow without knowing how to properly use her bow to begin with, and was satisfied by hitting an enemy soldier in the eye by chance. Mean while, a man had broken into their house, and her mother was below defending how she could, Cosima crept down and slipped between the slats in the stair way, hiding in the closet under the stairs until he was gone. When she emerged, her mother was bleeding out, and told her with her last breath to run and don't look back, and so she did just that.
She wishes she had never ignored her mother, and that they had simply just run after news of her father's death. She knew she couldn't save her father, but she blew the one chance she had to remain by the side of her mother.
Do they care what others think of them? Why or why not?
Not anymore than she thinks of herself. She's a very humble creature, living among the wildlife of the forest has molded her into a very selfless person, but because of her dabbling in herbs, and well known strange eyes, she has been called a witch. This is one of the only things that bothers her, she dislikes if people call her a witch, especially to her face, doing so will turn her away from offering service.
Do they tend to argue with others or do they avoid conflict?
Cosima is a pacifist, she does not wish the get involved in the affairs of the tribes, and prefers her life as it is, among the animals who respect her as she respects them. she willingly gives advice to anyone who asks of it, but she will not ever give her direct opinion on a matter.
Are they more spontaneous, or are they the type that always needs a plan?
Plan, BY FAR, a plan. She hunts prey for herself, the likelihood that she will simply do something without thinking is an absurdly low chance.
Do they have any quirks, mannerisms, habits, or other defining characteristics?
Cosima talks to the sky a lot, often mumbling as if someone were there to listen to whatever she has to say.
She talks to herself when she is pressed for time, mainly in dire situations like when someone's life is at stake.
At the very mention on her being a witch, she itches to take her bow and shoot the one who even so much as uttered the word with her name in the name sentence.
Cosima holds a very big grudge against the tribe who took over her tribe's land, to keep herself safe, she has created an illusion over the people, the refuse to step foot into any of the forests surrounding the tribal grounds, as they fear it is haunted. She has used harsh tactics, that she is not--and yet is-- proud of, in order to keep them out.
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Day Four Exercise
Day Four Exercise
Write about them interacting with their favorite thing:
Light tilted its way through the crevice, and fixated itself over my sleeping eyelids, they twitched, and fluttered open, my face contorted in a semi-snarl. I sat up, listening to the birds chirp in the early morning, stretching all my limbs in attempt to awaken from the slumber of the night. My tall ears pivoted to the sound of my stomach growling, and I stood carefully, taking up my mask from beside me, and made my way towards the storage on the other side of the hollow tree. Coming before a large roughly made chest, I pride open the lid, and peered inside, the air inside was cold, proving that the herbal mash I used along side the insulation was working as per usual, but I could tell I would need to replace it next week.
The herbs weren't what bothered me though, it was the emptiness of the chest itself. I had known I would need to go out today, no matter how long I lived here, there was never a day when I wouldn't need to use it... If it wasn't food, it was invaders.
My gaze fell to the corner of my vision, where a small, worn bow was mounted lovingly to the wall on hand crafted hooks, with a quiver of arrows leaning beneath it. I crossed the room, and gingerly held the bow, looking over its condition, the string was beginning the fray, well broken in, and yet I knew it wouldn't last me much longer.
I rubbed my thumbs over the carved wood, reminiscing the first time I had laid eyes on it, long before it had become as it is.
"Choose wisely, Cosima," he had said to me, "whichever wood you choose is not just choosing the color, it's choosing the weight," my eyes closed, and suddenly I was back there, gazing up to the face of my father.
"What do I do, papa?" over the years, I couldn't match the sound my younger self, and so I settled with the voice of which I now possess.
"Here," holding out his hand, he waited for me to hold out mine, "give it back if you can't hold it in both hands." taking the first piece in hand, he gave it to me gently, when my arms drooped with the weight, he carefully took it back, and piece after piece, the choice was narrowed down to three, and from those three was chosen the beautiful dark wood.
It wasn't until nearly a half year later that I saw the piece again on my thirteenth birthday, completed and smooth. I remember being confused, for my father's was engraved beautifully with majestic carvings, knicks, and scrapes.
"Where are the dancing people, papa?"
Carvings of your weapons are not pre-made like those of your mask, Cosima, the carvings will be your stories, you will carve them yourself in due time, fear not, you'll know what to do once you have found a story to write."
I opened my eyes, and took a breath to calm my aching heart, picking up my quiver, and slinging it over my shoulder, I pulled back the first hide, followed by the second one, and saw the bright light of day shining through the canopy above.
I dropped to the forest floor, and walked quietly, watching where I stepped as I made my way towards the clearing where the deer grazed during this season. I put my bow around me as I began to the climb the branches of a tree a ways off from the deer grounds. I passed between the branches, going from tree to tree, and stopping when the large patch of grass came into view.
I waited silently, sitting on the branch until I picked up the sound of hooves coming closer to the glade. Taking my bow in hand, I drew an arrow from the quiver and stayed in a resting preparation, it wasn't long before a doe appeared, I raised my bow, but emidiately rested once more when I caught sight of a fawn trailing her. They left after a half hour, and then more hooves rang, and a group of young deer broke through the tree line, bounding around into the grass. I rubbed my thumb over the carving closest to the thin rope wrapped for hand gripping. When the deer settled down and began to eat, I fixed my position.
"Draw it carefully, like the sun rising and falling,", I fell back into a trance, and the voice of my father came so clear in my ears, "two fingers,", a ghostly tap came upon my index and middle finger, the arrow resting between them, with the head tapping the knick in the wood that told me it was in the right place. "palm to your cheek, breath, aim just above your target, and release"
The string glided over my fingertips, and the arrow shot out, lodging itself diagonally through the beast's throat, the others scattered as my prey fell more in shock than knockback. Climbing down, I hastened towards my dying prey, and moved slowly upon entering the lush grass. My feet almost dancing a lullaby, steady and soft before I knelt before them, and whispered the old prayer of thanks, rubbing my thumb over a favored gash in my bow before setting in down and petting the deer, humming as its life came to an end.
I recalled the first time I had attempted to take down a deer, I was on the ground, and had hidden among the foliage scattered about, waiting, lurking, I had drawn my bow, and the arrow had missed the doe I had aimed for, ricocheting off the staggeringly large antlers of the buck watching over the multitude. Though they dispersed, he looked me in the eye, and charged, with attempt to defend myself, I lifted my bow, thwacking his forehead, and grazing one of the sharp thrown-like ends of his rack. He stumbled, and had made his way off from me, bewildered by the strike given to him.
It had become such a symbolic thing, that gash he made through my first story, the story I had not completed for the fear of tears, and that gash had completed what I had refused, striking through the figures of my parents, and missing me by a hair.
Upon reaching home with my carcass, I strung it up, and cleaned it, setting everything out and getting everything prepared as I always did with any prey. The moment I was finished, I stepped back inside, my bow went back on its hooks, and my quiver under it, I took a seat in the center of the room, where a pit was carved out, lined with large rocks, then sand, and then more rocks with clay hardened as mortar around it, wood rested inside, and I set up the metal pegs I had received from a traveler years ago. I lit the fire and set a portion of meat over it.
I found myself picking up the wood I had set aside, and took up my carving knife, shaping the wood, and throwing the shavings into the fire.
My eyes kept traveling to my bow, and I would sigh. It was hard to sit in a place where I could see it, knowing I was working on the next piece, the one that would replace it someday. I knew it had to be soon, and my heart sunk, I loved my bow, even though it was too small for me now that I was grown, and the wood was carved from one end to the other, there was no space for me to write the things that I had planned to ages ago. It was just so hard to let go, I knew it would stay on its holders soon, and I wouldn't feel those familiar scrapes and carvings of my life, how could I get lost in my beautiful memories, if I wasn't holding the one thing that encouraged me to remember them?
These thoughts didn't stop me this time though, I found myself continuing to craft the piece in my lap, rotating the meat now and again, and carving away as if I somehow knew, there would be more stories on this one than I could ever imagine through the state of my mundane life.
Draw them interacting with their favorite thing:
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Workshop 2
by Fuscontidox » Tue Apr 04, 2017 9:40 pm
little confused about the time stuff and what exactly about workshops is getting changed, is it just the prompts? ;3;
Workshop Two - Writing Prompt
Prompt:
Cosima was born into a tribe known as Faunaya, her father was the tribe's "war general" but they did not often go to war or believe fighting solved anything, her grandparents had long since passed before her birth, and so she relied on her parents and the chief to tell her stories of their ancestors, and sometimes the grandparents of her friends. She was an only child, very boisterous and sometimes even arrogant, her parents loved her greatly, but she clashed a little with her mother; completely a daddy's girl. She didn't want to sit home and clean, or sew, she didnt want to make food or babysit for the neighbors. she wanted to go out and fight, she wanted to hunt, to learn how to sneak up on prey and take them down with a weapon, not pick berries in some corner while listening to the others gossip.
She spent much of her time playing in the woods and doing as she wished, running about and chasing other kits down, play fighting, going swimming, climbing trees, and chasing small animals. she was hardly ever home, and sometimes she was out from dawn until dusk. At the age of eleven, her mother put a limit on her, and required her to stay home from morning until noon, she was put to work doing things around the house, and learned how to do all sorts of activities that she considered to be "Not her thing."
Like every other Kit in her village, her thirteenth birthday rolled around, and she had her mask ceremony, bestowed by the Chief, who was their tribe mask reader. Obviously she was not told what prophecy her mask gave on her life, but she liked to believe it was something crazy good.
She got the crazy part right, but what happened was not something she expected would happen to her, when she eavesdropped on the meeting of the authorities, she found out about the stand off going on between the nomads and Faunaya, it annoyed her how the people of Florentai were not prepared for such things, and how they refused to take part in it. Even the Faunaya, who believed the same thing, were not willing to back down and allow their land to be taken by the barbarian nomads. She tried to sneak out of the house in the night once, attempting to retrieve the masks of Maka and Mapiya, the ancient ancestors who had received the blessed kiss from their god and goddess. She was however stopped before she even made it to the door of the house, not by just her mother, but also her father. They were not happy to hear of her eavesdropping, and she was in trouble for a little while.
In a week's time, the nomads were growing closer, and did not listen to any of the Faunaya warnings, when the Faunaya finally sent their troops out, they were immensely out numbered, and beaten to the ground, not one of them returned, including Cosima's father. News of his death broke her, and she did whatever she wanted without listening to a word from her mother. At dawn, soon after, the nomads infiltrated the tribe territory, and were slaughtering people left and right. Her mother had packed, and was ready to run, but Cosima climbed to the roof, and readied her bow to shoot the first nomad she saw. With tears Pooling in the sockets of her mask, her face grew itchy and she tore it off, her shaky hands drew back, and the arrow flew, she tumbled back, launching up quickly upon the agonizing sound of someone in distress, her pride was grown at the sight of a nomad hold the socket of his eye. Loud noise came from her house, and it wasn't long before she was hiding, watching as the life of her mother was drained in a pool of blood over their stone floor. She ran for her life that day, following the last wish of her mother. She spent an intire day wandering much farther, until the trails of her childhood just days before, were gone and she was left in a fresh forest ground hardly followed by anything but the wild life existing under the canopy of the trees. Dawn came quickly, and she was dragging her feet through pouring rain, tripping more than she could count, she had nothing but her mask and a single arrow, her bow slung over her back. Her legs became jelly, collapsing to the forest floor, she looked up from the mud to a giant tree, a traveler's rest, she forced herself to her feet, and threw her arrow and mask into the hollow, climbing her way up the trunk and inside, backing herself far from the opening, and resting in the driest corner she could find. For an entire day, she slept, unable to move her limbs. When she came back alive, she was starving, and took her single arrow out with her bow in search of food. She aimed many times, and missed many times, always following the direction of her arrow lest she lose it. Eventually, she killed a bird, and took it back to her hut where she built a fire, cleaned the meat, cooked it and ate it. For the first time she was greatful to her mother for becoming stern with the spoil child she had been. For months, the thought of anything about her parents killed her inside, and she did nothing but cry each time. Cosima grew accustomed to living in her tree, she talked to it sometimes, and named "him" Rufous.
It wasn't long before she came across her first traveler who was robbed and beaten by wandering nomads. She took him in and helped him heal, he was very grateful, and after she told him her story, he gave her tips on defense, helping her to craft a stone knife and better arrows for her bow, and also giver her stealth tips.
He left no more than two weeks later, but it wasnt even month before a traveling woman was beaten and robbed, Cosima took her in, and nursed her, the woman didn't have much to offer, but gave cosima more tips on plants and cooking techniques.
There were many more after that, including people who were not attacked, but ran into her by chance.
The more time she spent in the forest, the better understanding she gained of the creatures around her, their behaviors, and how they survived. She began to use tactics that they used, ones that were far better than that of which she had been taught. Her bow became her closest ally, and it didn't take her long toteach herself how to hunt better from the tree tops.
A year past, and the nomads were a greater pest than Cosima could ever imagine, killing animals without a reason, and robbing from the innocent as they pleased, so she took it into her own hands. To keep herself, the wildlife, and the travelers safe, she began to watch for signs among the animals, and used her surroundings to her advantage. She climbed trees, and snuck up on members, shooting her down as if they were prey, without them even making a sound if she could help it. She used the ones she had struck as reminders to those who past anymore, what the anger of the would could be. She used large thorns from bushes, and made them look bitten and scratched by wild animals. When certain things did not work, she turned from simply making it seem like animal attacks, and did many more things from the tops of trees, out of sight, she became a spirit from the god and goddess of her people, sent to keep the nomads out of the forest. After many attempts, the nomads gave up trying to even see her, they accepted the fact that the god and goddess did not wish for them to be in the forest any longer, and remained inside the borders of the tribe village. Cosima wasn't satisfied with her choice of action, she did not wish to do what she did, but she did not feel sorry for doing it, she was satisfied with the results though. While the nomads thought her as an infamous spirit, other tribes began to here word of the forest dwelling "witch" who helped those who needed them most. After her established title arose from the nomads, she began to request travelers to spread rumors of her where-abouts to throw off any suspicions. Hearing of the "witch" part added to her title did not please her, and ignorant souls who used such a word for her became unfavorable.
To this day she continues to live in her tree and thrive, keeping the forest safe until other wise, but secretly, she dreams that the nomads will be dislodged from her home some day, so she may return, and help rebuild better protection to both Faunaya and Florentai. Although this is something she doubts will happen in her life time, she opens they receive what they deserve. She loves her simple life in the woods, and doesn't truly think she would be capable of going back into a tribe, especially knowing it would never be what she had growing up.
Workshop Two - Art Prompt
Drawing:
▬ Day One Exercise ▬
Where do they live and what is the geography like?
Cosima lives in an alternate universe, the land is completely different than that of what we know, there's so many different kinds of terrains within the land mass she calls home. The world doesn't really expand over the waters in current knowledge. There's somewhere between maybe five and eight tribes scattered about, but Cosima does not belong to any. Cosima actually lives by her self in the middle of a dense forest of which she has created an illusion of being really hostile and haunted to coincide with the Lore of the tribe she was born into. There's plenty of glades nearby where wild animals of all types run through and graze. There's burrows, and dens, new ones pop up here and there, and she has to create and new paths to find them. There's worn trails from the places she visits most, mainly around the glades where the tree line is thinner so she can't climb through the branches. These are usually leading to her herbal patches, and are normally the longest going trails leading to much rarer plants helpful for medication, salves, sometimes spices, and other random uses. She stays away from any direction leading northeastward, as that is the direction of tribal grounds, and also where the trees are extremely close together without a break for miles. The only time she heads that way is if she catches a sense of distress, often times when birds fly noisily from that direction means that someone from the tribe has ventured out and she then uses much fainter trails from her youth as way to move around, find the intruder and scare them off.
Her actual house" is a giant tree that -in their world- naturally hollows out as it grows. It is alive, and has a flat base of its hollow, normally being a good few feet off the ground. This tree is hard to find, and is often called "the traveler's rest" because there always seems to be one when someone needs it most. The opening is quite large, and so she has four full pelts from meese she has hunted. Two on the outside two on the inside, nailed all the way around aside from the center, which is cleanly trimmed to fit one another and over lap loosely. She doesn't sleep on a bed, she has a mattress of sorts from a traveling merchant who gave it to her in gratitude. There's a fire pit in the center that she carved out carefully, and laid well with sand, dirt, and stone so that the tree would not burn from her starting a fire.
What is the society like there, is there a hierarchy?
Each tribe is different, but they all have one thing in common, they all wear masks, with the exception that a few tribes have.... extra laws.... regarding masks.
The tribe that Cosima had grow up in was once split into two, Florentai and Faunaya, these tribes were very old, and worked together, they had chiefs and lived like the ancient Native American style of life.
What kind of technology does the world possess: modern, medieval, fantasy, etc.?
There's really only a handful of tribes who even have simple electricity like that of running water and house lights. Those tribes are "advanced", and, for the most part, are the newer tribes. The way that their power is run though is not through electrical lines. They don't really have "electricity" it's actually a form of harnessing the power and essence of the tribe's .... god,(?) I guess thats the best way I can describe it...? The rest use fire, but everyone has their own ways from traveling and how to get to a from places.
Cosima was raised by torch light, she doesn't have electricity, never has, and probably never will. She's a very naturalistic type anyway, so she doesn't like using those types of things, it would give her away too easily in the night if something comes up.
Do many or only a few people live here?
It depends what direction you're talking about. If you mean in the WORLD than I would say yes, a lot of faceless characters live in this world at this point. --though I would like to extend it at some point to also be apart of the community so they can join in and have actual Kalons in it too so mine aren't so lonely--
If you mean in a direct manner, no. Cosima hardly ever has visitors, and the closest village/tribe is nearly fifteen miles from her location. Though people now search for her without knowing where she lives. She requests people who see her to never give her true location for personal reasons that she won't share. That doesn't stop others from creating conspiracy theories though.
Is the history the same as our world, or is it different? If different, how?
oh boy... you want the history? Oh this is gonna be a while...
Here's a visual:
There's a lot of Lore in their world, some of it has influence similar to that of our universe. But they all somehow connect the idea of masks, as they have been a part of their culture for longer than anyone can remember.
The tribes all started as one on the western side of their map. But a famine hit, and people started to die, so the chief sent out a handful of people to the north and east to find more food and start new tribes.
From those sent north, there's now two tribes close to the ocean, they have history that falls close to that of cultures in Eastern Asia (Japan/Korea/Philippines/China/Taiwan), I envision these tribes now reside northwest on the map.
The tribe to the east found shelter in the forests, and thrived for a time. This tribe had similar customs to that of Israel, and a little of their own ideals.
After they had settled in maybe a few years time, the people back in the central tribe grew restless, and rebelled, breaking off and heading south, leaving those in the central portion of the map to eventually die off from famine and other things.
Three tribes were in the south, but one of them did not get along with the other two, and were pushed to become a nomadic tribe. This tribe became like the Mongolian people, and often carried out gorilla tactics to fight for food and temporary territory.
Somewhere along the line, a group from the north was persecuted and chased out, landing themselves back in the central parts, settling with Native American ideas, they split into two tribes know by others as the yin and yang.
The nomadic tribe later travelled and found themselves the tribe that settled in the east, asserted their dominance and disbanded the existing tribe there. Many perished, and others simply left.
A fight broke between the two southern tribes, and the more eastern one ran farther east and split into two different lands. One climbed a steep, winding mountain with many cliffs, and built an intricate system of defense, eventually growing into an extremely confusing dystopia. They became known as the tribe of Complexity, and became extremely shut in. The ToC took in Lore similar to Greek mythology.
The second tribe met up with refugees from years after the nomad's conquest. After a few years, they grouped up and obliterated the nomadic tribe, forcing out those who were left, sending them back into a nomadic lifestyle and returning the land to the original dwellers, and began to believe their Lore and follow their customs.
Now it came to pass that over time something happened that was new to their world.
Masks had always been something that the god/dess of the tribe blessed upon the kit receiving it on their 13th birthday.
A famine had hit Faunaya(yin) and Florentai(yang) once more, as it had in the first days of the world. The twin god and goddess they followed granted powers to twin sisters, one raised in Yin and one raised in Yang. These powers were used in their time of need to help keep the people from famine. The power was bound to their mask and to their mask alone. Only when they wore their masks did they possess the power they were granted. Thus, they were the first to experience this change, and when their "heroes" had past on, they buried the masks deep in caverns heavily booby-trapped to keep them out of the wrong hands.
The nomadic tribe had grown over the years, and they went back for revenge on the people of the eastern tribe. The tribe's chief cried out to their god, and was given a mask of foresight, allowing him to ability to see any future events that will effect his tribe or himself directly. This helped them win the battle against their enemy, and enslave a good portion of the nomads. Unfortunately, the tribe has a really bad view of many things, and a rebellion had grown, the chief was murdered and the mask disappeared.
To the north the tribes began to fight over fishing grounds, they shared a god, and their god found favor in the more western tribe, because they had morals and were not wicked like the ones in the east. Their tribe was granted a mask of raging waves, and was only used once as a last resort. The wearer was their battle leader's sister (who's story is like that of Mulan) on the losing end of the battle, she and a handful of brace men, guided the their enemy further out to sea, and she created a tsunami over them, ending herself and all their foes, and the few brave men with her. The mask is sunken somewhere in the ocean, and has not been found, nor has anyone attempted to fish it out.
No other tribes experienced this strange phenomenon, after this.
When the nomads had once again rebuilt their people, they realized it was not worth it to continue to bombard the people of the east. So they turned west and found the sister tribes, the masks being long out of use, they attacked and destroyed their army, taking over the land and conjoining it into one tribe. They do not wander into the woods though, for it is believed to be haunted for what they have done, but because they are not having troubles as they live aside from the forest, they continue to inhabit the land.
Is your Kalon(s) considered lower, middle, or upper class?
Well, actually, she would be considered as classless, because she doesn't live within a tribe. But if her tribe would have been continued, she would have been somewhere between upper and middle class depending on where she married into.
What sort of language(s) is commonly spoken here?
Uhm, well I like to think they speak English, but their ancestors spoke the Old Nordic language.
▬ Day Two Exercise ▬
Story Behind their Name:
Cosima's name was chosen because her parents wanted something to suit the title their child would hopefully inherit, it would have been Cosimo if she had been male, so regardless of gender it was their favorite above the others they had looked through, and would ultimately have been either way.
The name (in our universe is Greek derived, but regardless the meaning is the same) means "Order, Harmony, Decency/Beauty, Universe" their main focus was the order and harmony, as they hoped she would grow to one day take her father's place as either the "General" or the wife of the "General" at least. They wanted it to become a reminder of her capabilities, and to show her what their tribe was about, and to be a reminder that she was their beautiful baby girl, and always would be the center of their universe. as sappy as it sounds.
▬ Day Three Exercise ▬
How many different places have they lived:
Cosima has only lived two places in her life, the first being her little house with her parents, and the second now being her tree in the woods.
Why did they settle down where they are currently:
The tree was her safe haven, she came across it in the rain, a day after her tribe was taken over. She hasn't left it since, and has grown to it so much, she even named "him" Rufous.
Is there an ideal place they want to live, or are they already there:
She really doesn't have another place she would rather be, she has pretty much come to terms with the fact that her tribe is gone, and she won't be able to return to what she once had. She actually enjoys where she lives, regardless of that factor, she's right in her element among the animals, and wild life.
What are the biggest moments that have defined their life:
One moment that she now realizes was so important, was when her mother grew strict on the matter of what she learned and did around the age of eleven. If she did not learn the household things that her mother taught her, she would not have survived when she ran for her life.
Following that, another moment that defined her life --regardless her lack of knowledge to the matter-- was her masking ceremony, the moment in which her destiny was etched into her mask, though she was not allowed to know it, the Mask reader did, and knew her life story wouldn't be an easy one.
The biggest moment that changed her was the attack upon her people. Her life isn't over, and to her knowledge at this point, she believes she is either the final, or one of very few, to survive the fall of the Faunaya Tribe, she doesn't care to know what became of the Florentai tribe, and hasn't heard much of them, so she assumes they were also over taken.
Her life is not yet over, and she still has many people to meet, and so many things to come to achieve before the destiny etched into her mask is fulfilled.
Does their future have a bright or darker outlook, and can they change it:
Cosima doesn't see it, but her future is brighter than it seems. She can't really control how her future will fall, everything has its timing, and her calling is no exception, it doesn't mean everything will be smooth sailing from here, just means that she has a brighter future than it looks in the years following her fullfillment.
▬ Day Four Exercise ▬
Draw them as they are now and when they were younger:
Workshop Two - Writing Prompt
Prompt:
Cosima was born into a tribe known as Faunaya, her father was the tribe's "war general" but they did not often go to war or believe fighting solved anything, her grandparents had long since passed before her birth, and so she relied on her parents and the chief to tell her stories of their ancestors, and sometimes the grandparents of her friends. She was an only child, very boisterous and sometimes even arrogant, her parents loved her greatly, but she clashed a little with her mother; completely a daddy's girl. She didn't want to sit home and clean, or sew, she didnt want to make food or babysit for the neighbors. she wanted to go out and fight, she wanted to hunt, to learn how to sneak up on prey and take them down with a weapon, not pick berries in some corner while listening to the others gossip.
She spent much of her time playing in the woods and doing as she wished, running about and chasing other kits down, play fighting, going swimming, climbing trees, and chasing small animals. she was hardly ever home, and sometimes she was out from dawn until dusk. At the age of eleven, her mother put a limit on her, and required her to stay home from morning until noon, she was put to work doing things around the house, and learned how to do all sorts of activities that she considered to be "Not her thing."
Like every other Kit in her village, her thirteenth birthday rolled around, and she had her mask ceremony, bestowed by the Chief, who was their tribe mask reader. Obviously she was not told what prophecy her mask gave on her life, but she liked to believe it was something crazy good.
She got the crazy part right, but what happened was not something she expected would happen to her, when she eavesdropped on the meeting of the authorities, she found out about the stand off going on between the nomads and Faunaya, it annoyed her how the people of Florentai were not prepared for such things, and how they refused to take part in it. Even the Faunaya, who believed the same thing, were not willing to back down and allow their land to be taken by the barbarian nomads. She tried to sneak out of the house in the night once, attempting to retrieve the masks of Maka and Mapiya, the ancient ancestors who had received the blessed kiss from their god and goddess. She was however stopped before she even made it to the door of the house, not by just her mother, but also her father. They were not happy to hear of her eavesdropping, and she was in trouble for a little while.
In a week's time, the nomads were growing closer, and did not listen to any of the Faunaya warnings, when the Faunaya finally sent their troops out, they were immensely out numbered, and beaten to the ground, not one of them returned, including Cosima's father. News of his death broke her, and she did whatever she wanted without listening to a word from her mother. At dawn, soon after, the nomads infiltrated the tribe territory, and were slaughtering people left and right. Her mother had packed, and was ready to run, but Cosima climbed to the roof, and readied her bow to shoot the first nomad she saw. With tears Pooling in the sockets of her mask, her face grew itchy and she tore it off, her shaky hands drew back, and the arrow flew, she tumbled back, launching up quickly upon the agonizing sound of someone in distress, her pride was grown at the sight of a nomad hold the socket of his eye. Loud noise came from her house, and it wasn't long before she was hiding, watching as the life of her mother was drained in a pool of blood over their stone floor. She ran for her life that day, following the last wish of her mother. She spent an intire day wandering much farther, until the trails of her childhood just days before, were gone and she was left in a fresh forest ground hardly followed by anything but the wild life existing under the canopy of the trees. Dawn came quickly, and she was dragging her feet through pouring rain, tripping more than she could count, she had nothing but her mask and a single arrow, her bow slung over her back. Her legs became jelly, collapsing to the forest floor, she looked up from the mud to a giant tree, a traveler's rest, she forced herself to her feet, and threw her arrow and mask into the hollow, climbing her way up the trunk and inside, backing herself far from the opening, and resting in the driest corner she could find. For an entire day, she slept, unable to move her limbs. When she came back alive, she was starving, and took her single arrow out with her bow in search of food. She aimed many times, and missed many times, always following the direction of her arrow lest she lose it. Eventually, she killed a bird, and took it back to her hut where she built a fire, cleaned the meat, cooked it and ate it. For the first time she was greatful to her mother for becoming stern with the spoil child she had been. For months, the thought of anything about her parents killed her inside, and she did nothing but cry each time. Cosima grew accustomed to living in her tree, she talked to it sometimes, and named "him" Rufous.
It wasn't long before she came across her first traveler who was robbed and beaten by wandering nomads. She took him in and helped him heal, he was very grateful, and after she told him her story, he gave her tips on defense, helping her to craft a stone knife and better arrows for her bow, and also giver her stealth tips.
He left no more than two weeks later, but it wasnt even month before a traveling woman was beaten and robbed, Cosima took her in, and nursed her, the woman didn't have much to offer, but gave cosima more tips on plants and cooking techniques.
There were many more after that, including people who were not attacked, but ran into her by chance.
The more time she spent in the forest, the better understanding she gained of the creatures around her, their behaviors, and how they survived. She began to use tactics that they used, ones that were far better than that of which she had been taught. Her bow became her closest ally, and it didn't take her long toteach herself how to hunt better from the tree tops.
A year past, and the nomads were a greater pest than Cosima could ever imagine, killing animals without a reason, and robbing from the innocent as they pleased, so she took it into her own hands. To keep herself, the wildlife, and the travelers safe, she began to watch for signs among the animals, and used her surroundings to her advantage. She climbed trees, and snuck up on members, shooting her down as if they were prey, without them even making a sound if she could help it. She used the ones she had struck as reminders to those who past anymore, what the anger of the would could be. She used large thorns from bushes, and made them look bitten and scratched by wild animals. When certain things did not work, she turned from simply making it seem like animal attacks, and did many more things from the tops of trees, out of sight, she became a spirit from the god and goddess of her people, sent to keep the nomads out of the forest. After many attempts, the nomads gave up trying to even see her, they accepted the fact that the god and goddess did not wish for them to be in the forest any longer, and remained inside the borders of the tribe village. Cosima wasn't satisfied with her choice of action, she did not wish to do what she did, but she did not feel sorry for doing it, she was satisfied with the results though. While the nomads thought her as an infamous spirit, other tribes began to here word of the forest dwelling "witch" who helped those who needed them most. After her established title arose from the nomads, she began to request travelers to spread rumors of her where-abouts to throw off any suspicions. Hearing of the "witch" part added to her title did not please her, and ignorant souls who used such a word for her became unfavorable.
To this day she continues to live in her tree and thrive, keeping the forest safe until other wise, but secretly, she dreams that the nomads will be dislodged from her home some day, so she may return, and help rebuild better protection to both Faunaya and Florentai. Although this is something she doubts will happen in her life time, she opens they receive what they deserve. She loves her simple life in the woods, and doesn't truly think she would be capable of going back into a tribe, especially knowing it would never be what she had growing up.
Workshop Two - Art Prompt
Drawing:
▬ Day One Exercise ▬
Where do they live and what is the geography like?
Cosima lives in an alternate universe, the land is completely different than that of what we know, there's so many different kinds of terrains within the land mass she calls home. The world doesn't really expand over the waters in current knowledge. There's somewhere between maybe five and eight tribes scattered about, but Cosima does not belong to any. Cosima actually lives by her self in the middle of a dense forest of which she has created an illusion of being really hostile and haunted to coincide with the Lore of the tribe she was born into. There's plenty of glades nearby where wild animals of all types run through and graze. There's burrows, and dens, new ones pop up here and there, and she has to create and new paths to find them. There's worn trails from the places she visits most, mainly around the glades where the tree line is thinner so she can't climb through the branches. These are usually leading to her herbal patches, and are normally the longest going trails leading to much rarer plants helpful for medication, salves, sometimes spices, and other random uses. She stays away from any direction leading northeastward, as that is the direction of tribal grounds, and also where the trees are extremely close together without a break for miles. The only time she heads that way is if she catches a sense of distress, often times when birds fly noisily from that direction means that someone from the tribe has ventured out and she then uses much fainter trails from her youth as way to move around, find the intruder and scare them off.
Her actual house" is a giant tree that -in their world- naturally hollows out as it grows. It is alive, and has a flat base of its hollow, normally being a good few feet off the ground. This tree is hard to find, and is often called "the traveler's rest" because there always seems to be one when someone needs it most. The opening is quite large, and so she has four full pelts from meese she has hunted. Two on the outside two on the inside, nailed all the way around aside from the center, which is cleanly trimmed to fit one another and over lap loosely. She doesn't sleep on a bed, she has a mattress of sorts from a traveling merchant who gave it to her in gratitude. There's a fire pit in the center that she carved out carefully, and laid well with sand, dirt, and stone so that the tree would not burn from her starting a fire.
What is the society like there, is there a hierarchy?
Each tribe is different, but they all have one thing in common, they all wear masks, with the exception that a few tribes have.... extra laws.... regarding masks.
The tribe that Cosima had grow up in was once split into two, Florentai and Faunaya, these tribes were very old, and worked together, they had chiefs and lived like the ancient Native American style of life.
What kind of technology does the world possess: modern, medieval, fantasy, etc.?
There's really only a handful of tribes who even have simple electricity like that of running water and house lights. Those tribes are "advanced", and, for the most part, are the newer tribes. The way that their power is run though is not through electrical lines. They don't really have "electricity" it's actually a form of harnessing the power and essence of the tribe's .... god,(?) I guess thats the best way I can describe it...? The rest use fire, but everyone has their own ways from traveling and how to get to a from places.
Cosima was raised by torch light, she doesn't have electricity, never has, and probably never will. She's a very naturalistic type anyway, so she doesn't like using those types of things, it would give her away too easily in the night if something comes up.
Do many or only a few people live here?
It depends what direction you're talking about. If you mean in the WORLD than I would say yes, a lot of faceless characters live in this world at this point. --though I would like to extend it at some point to also be apart of the community so they can join in and have actual Kalons in it too so mine aren't so lonely--
If you mean in a direct manner, no. Cosima hardly ever has visitors, and the closest village/tribe is nearly fifteen miles from her location. Though people now search for her without knowing where she lives. She requests people who see her to never give her true location for personal reasons that she won't share. That doesn't stop others from creating conspiracy theories though.
Is the history the same as our world, or is it different? If different, how?
oh boy... you want the history? Oh this is gonna be a while...
Here's a visual:
There's a lot of Lore in their world, some of it has influence similar to that of our universe. But they all somehow connect the idea of masks, as they have been a part of their culture for longer than anyone can remember.
The tribes all started as one on the western side of their map. But a famine hit, and people started to die, so the chief sent out a handful of people to the north and east to find more food and start new tribes.
From those sent north, there's now two tribes close to the ocean, they have history that falls close to that of cultures in Eastern Asia (Japan/Korea/Philippines/China/Taiwan), I envision these tribes now reside northwest on the map.
The tribe to the east found shelter in the forests, and thrived for a time. This tribe had similar customs to that of Israel, and a little of their own ideals.
After they had settled in maybe a few years time, the people back in the central tribe grew restless, and rebelled, breaking off and heading south, leaving those in the central portion of the map to eventually die off from famine and other things.
Three tribes were in the south, but one of them did not get along with the other two, and were pushed to become a nomadic tribe. This tribe became like the Mongolian people, and often carried out gorilla tactics to fight for food and temporary territory.
Somewhere along the line, a group from the north was persecuted and chased out, landing themselves back in the central parts, settling with Native American ideas, they split into two tribes know by others as the yin and yang.
The nomadic tribe later travelled and found themselves the tribe that settled in the east, asserted their dominance and disbanded the existing tribe there. Many perished, and others simply left.
A fight broke between the two southern tribes, and the more eastern one ran farther east and split into two different lands. One climbed a steep, winding mountain with many cliffs, and built an intricate system of defense, eventually growing into an extremely confusing dystopia. They became known as the tribe of Complexity, and became extremely shut in. The ToC took in Lore similar to Greek mythology.
The second tribe met up with refugees from years after the nomad's conquest. After a few years, they grouped up and obliterated the nomadic tribe, forcing out those who were left, sending them back into a nomadic lifestyle and returning the land to the original dwellers, and began to believe their Lore and follow their customs.
Now it came to pass that over time something happened that was new to their world.
Masks had always been something that the god/dess of the tribe blessed upon the kit receiving it on their 13th birthday.
A famine had hit Faunaya(yin) and Florentai(yang) once more, as it had in the first days of the world. The twin god and goddess they followed granted powers to twin sisters, one raised in Yin and one raised in Yang. These powers were used in their time of need to help keep the people from famine. The power was bound to their mask and to their mask alone. Only when they wore their masks did they possess the power they were granted. Thus, they were the first to experience this change, and when their "heroes" had past on, they buried the masks deep in caverns heavily booby-trapped to keep them out of the wrong hands.
The nomadic tribe had grown over the years, and they went back for revenge on the people of the eastern tribe. The tribe's chief cried out to their god, and was given a mask of foresight, allowing him to ability to see any future events that will effect his tribe or himself directly. This helped them win the battle against their enemy, and enslave a good portion of the nomads. Unfortunately, the tribe has a really bad view of many things, and a rebellion had grown, the chief was murdered and the mask disappeared.
To the north the tribes began to fight over fishing grounds, they shared a god, and their god found favor in the more western tribe, because they had morals and were not wicked like the ones in the east. Their tribe was granted a mask of raging waves, and was only used once as a last resort. The wearer was their battle leader's sister (who's story is like that of Mulan) on the losing end of the battle, she and a handful of brace men, guided the their enemy further out to sea, and she created a tsunami over them, ending herself and all their foes, and the few brave men with her. The mask is sunken somewhere in the ocean, and has not been found, nor has anyone attempted to fish it out.
No other tribes experienced this strange phenomenon, after this.
When the nomads had once again rebuilt their people, they realized it was not worth it to continue to bombard the people of the east. So they turned west and found the sister tribes, the masks being long out of use, they attacked and destroyed their army, taking over the land and conjoining it into one tribe. They do not wander into the woods though, for it is believed to be haunted for what they have done, but because they are not having troubles as they live aside from the forest, they continue to inhabit the land.
Is your Kalon(s) considered lower, middle, or upper class?
Well, actually, she would be considered as classless, because she doesn't live within a tribe. But if her tribe would have been continued, she would have been somewhere between upper and middle class depending on where she married into.
What sort of language(s) is commonly spoken here?
Uhm, well I like to think they speak English, but their ancestors spoke the Old Nordic language.
▬ Day Two Exercise ▬
Story Behind their Name:
Cosima's name was chosen because her parents wanted something to suit the title their child would hopefully inherit, it would have been Cosimo if she had been male, so regardless of gender it was their favorite above the others they had looked through, and would ultimately have been either way.
The name (in our universe is Greek derived, but regardless the meaning is the same) means "Order, Harmony, Decency/Beauty, Universe" their main focus was the order and harmony, as they hoped she would grow to one day take her father's place as either the "General" or the wife of the "General" at least. They wanted it to become a reminder of her capabilities, and to show her what their tribe was about, and to be a reminder that she was their beautiful baby girl, and always would be the center of their universe. as sappy as it sounds.
▬ Day Three Exercise ▬
How many different places have they lived:
Cosima has only lived two places in her life, the first being her little house with her parents, and the second now being her tree in the woods.
Why did they settle down where they are currently:
The tree was her safe haven, she came across it in the rain, a day after her tribe was taken over. She hasn't left it since, and has grown to it so much, she even named "him" Rufous.
Is there an ideal place they want to live, or are they already there:
She really doesn't have another place she would rather be, she has pretty much come to terms with the fact that her tribe is gone, and she won't be able to return to what she once had. She actually enjoys where she lives, regardless of that factor, she's right in her element among the animals, and wild life.
What are the biggest moments that have defined their life:
One moment that she now realizes was so important, was when her mother grew strict on the matter of what she learned and did around the age of eleven. If she did not learn the household things that her mother taught her, she would not have survived when she ran for her life.
Following that, another moment that defined her life --regardless her lack of knowledge to the matter-- was her masking ceremony, the moment in which her destiny was etched into her mask, though she was not allowed to know it, the Mask reader did, and knew her life story wouldn't be an easy one.
The biggest moment that changed her was the attack upon her people. Her life isn't over, and to her knowledge at this point, she believes she is either the final, or one of very few, to survive the fall of the Faunaya Tribe, she doesn't care to know what became of the Florentai tribe, and hasn't heard much of them, so she assumes they were also over taken.
Her life is not yet over, and she still has many people to meet, and so many things to come to achieve before the destiny etched into her mask is fulfilled.
Does their future have a bright or darker outlook, and can they change it:
Cosima doesn't see it, but her future is brighter than it seems. She can't really control how her future will fall, everything has its timing, and her calling is no exception, it doesn't mean everything will be smooth sailing from here, just means that she has a brighter future than it looks in the years following her fullfillment.
▬ Day Four Exercise ▬
Draw them as they are now and when they were younger:
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by Fuscontidox » Tue Apr 04, 2017 9:40 pm
Workshop Three - Writing Prompt
Prompt: (write out their relationship in any amount of words)
Workshop Three - Art Prompt
Drawing: (draw your kalon doing anything with their closest pal)
Workshop Three - Day One Exercise
Has your kalon ever met their grandparents? If so, what do they think of them?
unfortunately not, they passed away before she was born on both sides of her family.
What is your kalon's relationship with their parents?
Cosima loved her parents, more so her father, she had a moderate relationship with her mother, but her mother was also the more strict of her parents, and tried her best to raise Cosima so that she would know how to live on her own should she choose to later in life.
Do they have any siblings? Are they blood related or adopted? Cosima is an only child, and she doesn't have any close relatives that she knows of. There is, however, a more recent child who has come to visit her more often as of late whom she has grown to think of as a brother.
Does your kalon have children? Do they/did they ever want to have kits?
Oh lord no! Cosima is in no situation to have children, the only time she will think about having kids of her own is when her home no longer claimed by the awful monsters that call themselves a tribe. She doesn't want to risk having children in such a secluded and yet dangerous place as the woods she dwells, having any form of family coming to and from her place, or running around risking getting caught is something she couldn't bare to live through yet again.
Which family member is your kalon closest to? Why?
She WAS closest to her father, and she misses him terribly, but now there's a young boy who some how manages to sneak off from his tribe in order to visit her in secret, she considers him as her brother, and truly cares despite what she may ever say.
Is there a family member your kalon wishes they could know better? Who is it?
She wishes she had known her mother better, she was a very wonderful woman, but Cosima was too full of herself to give her the time of day, simply because she didn't like the things her mother did, and was more tomboyish. She regrets it now, because she realizes how much her mother loved her, and above all wishes she could just have a last day to make amends with her, and express how much she loves her.
Workshop Three - Day Four Exercise
Describe their pet/companion:
Rufus is nearly seventy feet tall, With a diameter of 100 feet, he's a lovely dark brown, with branches ranging all over for her to climb through, the leaves change colors, presenting a gorgeous bright red that fades to purple when the snow arrives.
He is a living tree, and has served as a wonderful source of shelter for Cosima for ten years, in return for his hospitality, Cosima buries the parts she can't use from certain kills and plants, and buries them among his roots for nutrients.
She loves Rufus very much, and often talks to him when she is sitting among his branches.
How did they meet their pet/companion?:
She stumbled upon Rufus on a rainy night after her tribe was over taken
Prompt: (write out their relationship in any amount of words)
Workshop Three - Art Prompt
Drawing: (draw your kalon doing anything with their closest pal)
Workshop Three - Day One Exercise
Has your kalon ever met their grandparents? If so, what do they think of them?
unfortunately not, they passed away before she was born on both sides of her family.
What is your kalon's relationship with their parents?
Cosima loved her parents, more so her father, she had a moderate relationship with her mother, but her mother was also the more strict of her parents, and tried her best to raise Cosima so that she would know how to live on her own should she choose to later in life.
Do they have any siblings? Are they blood related or adopted? Cosima is an only child, and she doesn't have any close relatives that she knows of. There is, however, a more recent child who has come to visit her more often as of late whom she has grown to think of as a brother.
Does your kalon have children? Do they/did they ever want to have kits?
Oh lord no! Cosima is in no situation to have children, the only time she will think about having kids of her own is when her home no longer claimed by the awful monsters that call themselves a tribe. She doesn't want to risk having children in such a secluded and yet dangerous place as the woods she dwells, having any form of family coming to and from her place, or running around risking getting caught is something she couldn't bare to live through yet again.
Which family member is your kalon closest to? Why?
She WAS closest to her father, and she misses him terribly, but now there's a young boy who some how manages to sneak off from his tribe in order to visit her in secret, she considers him as her brother, and truly cares despite what she may ever say.
Is there a family member your kalon wishes they could know better? Who is it?
She wishes she had known her mother better, she was a very wonderful woman, but Cosima was too full of herself to give her the time of day, simply because she didn't like the things her mother did, and was more tomboyish. She regrets it now, because she realizes how much her mother loved her, and above all wishes she could just have a last day to make amends with her, and express how much she loves her.
Workshop Three - Day Four Exercise
Describe their pet/companion:
Rufus is nearly seventy feet tall, With a diameter of 100 feet, he's a lovely dark brown, with branches ranging all over for her to climb through, the leaves change colors, presenting a gorgeous bright red that fades to purple when the snow arrives.
He is a living tree, and has served as a wonderful source of shelter for Cosima for ten years, in return for his hospitality, Cosima buries the parts she can't use from certain kills and plants, and buries them among his roots for nutrients.
She loves Rufus very much, and often talks to him when she is sitting among his branches.
How did they meet their pet/companion?:
She stumbled upon Rufus on a rainy night after her tribe was over taken
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by Fuscontidox » Wed Apr 12, 2017 5:26 pm
this is really just for me to fully indulge into the character to am building
Wksp1--D1
Wksp1--D2
Wksp2--D4 Writing
Wksp1--D1
Wksp1--D2
Wksp2--D4 Writing
If you're finding this letter tucked into that small crevice in your room behind the door, then congratulations, you are not 100% useless.
This is your future self, how can I prove it? Well I can say you never told your friends that you sucked your thumb until you were seven, must I mention the idea of how you constantly dream of running after your parents as they run away, suddenly become deer, and burrow into the ground?
If you happen to still be holding interest to reading this piece of paper, then I must speak simply before I lose you.
There's very little you can do, you're small, and you have selective hearing habits that I really wish you would break. Please do the chores as your mother asks, don't simply grumble and be half hearted with them.
Believe it or not, at the young age of twelve, you have a limited amount of time with either of your parents, so love them more than they seem to deserve.
I can't tell you anything because of the old mask ritual and superstitions surrounding the spoiling of one's future. And even if I could, I know you're an idiot enough not to listen, nor would you believe me enough to heed my warnings. You're a brat and an amateur, spoilt and vein. There's many things about you that I wish did not ever exist, I completely despise you, if I were to grab your hand and lead you anywhere it would be to your house so you could sit with your mother longer. I would bop you on the head, and scold you for all the dumb things I know you plan to do.
But since I can't, I will tell you this:
There will be a moment, one SINGLE moment in your life when you will regret being so selfish, you'll watch in complete and utter sobbing messy tears as someone does something for you, when you didn't deserve it at all, and their last words to you will lead you to becoming me.
You'll get your wish to be free, and yet you'll gain an ever lasting bind to something even greater than you'll ever imagine, and it will horrify you, the matter of just how capable you have become, even more so than anyone could ever explain, more than you're parents ever meant when they told you that you have so much capability within you. You'll love every moment of where you are, except for the things you do in order to keep it to yourself. You aren't the same as you once were, the world around you has changed, and you with it. Your life will no longer be fun and games at this point, you're life will become survival of the fittest, you are far more charismatic and selfless than you had been before, but you will never forget what has been done to lead you to the place you are now.
Opinion is the last thing on your mind, and selfishness is a thing of the past.
I know you won't change, and it irks me so much, that the only reason I don't wish for you to be spotted, caught, and slaughtered, is because I would not exist, and then the world directly surrounding you would be doomed.
Sorry for the vagueness in every way, but I can't tell you anything, and you know that, and I know you probably have little care for this letter, but you have a greater care than I ever thought was in you if you make it to the end of this.
Thank you for at least listening to me stab you with a knife, but regardless of whether you finish this or not, I know it really won't matter, because you will still become me no matter what, and you will neither hate me, nor will you be glad for what I have done by writing a letter that changes nothing.
Your regretful self,
Cosima
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