Crystinalians -Open (Crystmas Raffles on Pg 60)

[Lirrie]

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[PolarAzulTigris]

Name:
"Kin: Japanese for Gold or Golden"

About Kin:
Kin was always considered to be wise
along his years and now he teaches
the new cubs their ways. He is quite
gentle as well as being known as a
gentle giant. He often watches the
cubs; often being the den watcher
as he has grown older after his bones
are more fragile then they use to be.
He takes great pride in what he does.
Humorous as he is to be deadly if
harm should show its face around the
den or his clan mates.

Pen number:
4

Song
Inspirational Song 1
Inspirational Song 2
Inspirational Song 3

Will you make any use of the Cryst?:
I'll use him to the best of my abilities yes.
He seems just like the right one for me to
try out for, I really love his design and he
reminds me of an old character I created
ages ago. So he just really seemed to stand
out to me. I do my best to be active in
communities and he'd be no stranger. ;3
My only regret is not seeing him sooner so
all of this is last minute.

Personality:
Gentle - Loving - Prideful - Lighthearted - Carefree - Protective - Wise - Humorous
Gentle: He's a gentle Giant. He would rather be passive than to look for a fight and seek out simpler means to an argument or issue. He's rather a big Cyst and often that deters others from picking a fight with him in the first place but he doesn't use his size as an advantage. Rather he see's it quite the opposite. Cysts would rather challenge him or feel threatened before he can get a word in edge wise.

Loving: He's very loving at heart; he welcomes others almost instantly which could also be a downfall. He rather lead by love and patience than with hard love and a world of insecurities. He feels this is the root of most issues of Kits when they're younger; feeling left our or simply not a pack or clan mentality separates them.

Prideful: As a young kit he was always very prideful; sometimes marking on the line of vain at times. Though as he's gotten older and with the injury to his leg he's become a lot more humble about it. He still takes pride in what he does and who he is but doesn't take it to the point of vanity now.

Lighthearted: He rather keep things lighthearted rather than serious all of the time. This comes from his often day dreaming personality and wishing for the moon and the stars at the same time. Why can't they have it all? He greets others and practices this with everyone to the best of his ability.

Carefree: He can be a bit careless and sometimes a bit forgetful with his often lofty type personality. He is very happy go lucky and rather set himself from the anxiety of the world because he knows there is so much of it. This does not mean he does not suffer from his own anxiety or history of his childhood.

Protective: He is very protective of those he loves and would go to the world and back to bring them back or to keep them safe. He has gone through long perilous journeys before to keep those he loved safe. He assigns himself to the den with the kits to keep them safe while the rest of his clan mates are off in the hunt. No one gave him that task but he does it without hesitation.

Wise: He has gone to the ends of the world and back; at least it feels like it to him. He parts on what he knows to the new kits and young adolescents. For a Cyst; he is wise beyond his years. Turning to nature for the answers he himself lacks and the know how to know that he doesn't know everything.

Humorous: He makes light of most situations; trying to see the good in the bad of things when others can not. This has gotten him snapped at a few times to say the least but it has also improved others moods around him drastically.

Loner: He loves his space to wander; feeling free to take the path best suited for him. Letting the wind carry him along with the breeze.

Kin sometimes walks with a limp due to an injury that happened when he was still a young adult. This gives him a type of 'elder' air to him despite not being much older than the rest of his clan. He has an air about him, not only his colors but the whiskers that grew on his face when he was only just a kit. As a child he was often absent minded and day dreamed while playing with the other kits seeming a bit detached from their world. This wasn't true as he seemed to see things in a different light you could say. He perceives knowledge and thinks being doing in most instances.

Though when he was younger he was hard headed and carefree to the extent he put himself in danger several times. It took him being cave bound that he started to mature into the Cyst he is today. He's humorous and good natured; taking others needs before his own and sacrificing his own meals to others in harsh times.

He's very gentle and protective over the kits he now watches; when there are young kits in the cave at least. Most of them grow up thinking he is the clan elder and often shaman knowing herbs and the foliage around their territory.

Even with his limp he is filled with pride; and continues his search for more knowledge. Looking to the skies for answers as the wind and the earth speak to him.

Likes:
Respectful kits
The Stars and sky
The grass beneath his feet
The feel of the ocean and the wind
Quiet
Fall
Summer

Dislikes:
Humans(Demons)
Noisy kits
Bossy or sassy Cysts.
Egoistic Cysts.
Winter
Boats




History:

Ambiance "Flow"
In the Beginning:
It begins long ago. I was just a mewing kit then; and the world was still dark to me. A warm tongue ran down my back and all I knew to do was to suckle from my mother. There were other warm bodies around me that shoved me, poked me but I fought to stay alive. Days passed and soon I began to open my eyes. At first the world was but a blur of color but that too was just a phase. I knew my mother was brought golden yellow and she was the most glorious thing I remember seeing. She appeared like an angel to me; a being from another plane and I could not turn my gaze and affection from her.

Days passed and I grew with my siblings. We romped through the fields; but we didn't stray too far. I found myself many a time staring towards the sky; wondering about the world around us. It was then too that I began to grow my whiskers. None of my other siblings seem to have them so they tugged them in play but I didn't let it deter me as I would nip their tails.

Time seemed to pass as the sun and moon rose and fell on the horizon. It mattered little to me as I day dreamed and planned my life as an adventure. I never knew the dangers that lurked just beyond the mountain range. I never knew I would be the cause; the reason why I lost my own mother.

I was an adolescent at the time and my whiskers swept in the wind because they were so long now. Not only that but something like bone grew from my own head; they were jagged and turned upward like antlers on a deer. They were brown and gold in color and the skin around them often was sore from the growth. My mother would reassure me and lick my face that they were nothing to worry about and that I was going to be important.. Special to them.

On this day though I had wandered further from home than normal; I began to explore on my own leaving my siblings behind. I wanted to be on my own. To be one with nature to feel the warm soil beneath my feet and the cool breeze through my fur. Though perhaps I had wandered too far. I didn't know what humans were except in stories tossed around the clan. Demons and two legged they were and they weren't to be trusted. In truth; I should have believed in that and knew where they resided but little did I listen.

I wandered over the mountain; chasing a scent that I didn't recognize through the underbrush. I came to find what had been the scent all along... It was some sort of bird but it was in a tree like structure.. I couldn't tell why it would be surrounded in wood but I knew it to be an easy meal. I approached without second thought and the bird threw a fit in alarm; gobbling and squawking at me being by its side. My ears flicked back as I could hear a roar in the distance. I ignored it even though it grew closer in time. Mother was calling for me to come home; Knowing I had gone too far. Though this meal was too perfect.

It was when my world shattered. Suddenly a rope was thrown over my head and a hard yank and it felt like my windpipe was closing. I Was swept to the side in one motion with a tug of the rope sending me onto the ground and that's when I saw a brilliant flash of gold. Mother was here to save me; I knew she could do it. My spirit raised but that's when I heard the sound of thunder and it struck mother. It must have as she fell to the ground almost motionless; and then... It was no more.



- Trust is a Fickle Thing -
My story starts long ago. Back in the fields of a faraway land. How I miss my family so. In the years of my youth I can find nothing but turmoil in my memories. My mother fought to protect. Only a child at the time; an adolescent. First there was one, but many came to her vicious roars. Out they came; like roaches of the earth. Claiming myself as their prize they snagged me up and judged me by my pelt and newly formed horns. Threw me into a metal cage despite my pleas; I never saw my parents again. The last thing I remember seeing was the corpse of my mother on earth soiled with blood; how I wept.

The only thing I knew after that was home sickness and a longing to be me once more. I wanted my family and my home. Instead I spent months at sea; catching so called vermin which For food. The tugged on my fur, my antlers and my whiskers; I was their bounty. One night there was an awful storm. It swept me from the deck of the ship and I found myself once again lost within the boughs of the oceans waves.

I wished I had hands like those humans did. How I despised them so but to swim to safety was now my only concern as the cries of the crew behind me disappeared along with the ship. I don't know how long I struggled within the blue waters, tossing and turning.
I could only remember waking sore and bruised on a sandy beach. The sky painted with vivid colors. A strange Cyst stood besides me; little did I know about him but I could stay awake no longer. The next few months I found myself in an old stone temple with this very same felid feeding and taking care of me. Yet he always kept a good five feet. Eventually there came a time when I was will enough to be on my own. Yet, he always kept his distance. I presumed he was a loner; a wandering and he felt some sort of pity for me. I could see it in his eyes every night when he came back with a meal. When I was strong enough I set off on my own around the grounds; their forests.

Yet, I found comfort in these forests and these hills and I have resided here ever since. The Cyst that saved me and his clan give sanctuary here and for that I am thankful. They reside in what I can only assume is an abandoned temple and while I am wary the clan gives me my space. They treat me with respect as I've never been treated before. I hope that one day I could be called their kin too.

-Part 2-
Reflections
The men shouted and while I was left alone and abandoned. The ocean swells swallowed the ship again and again, and many were washed away from the deck. Many scurried trying to save what was left and hold what was left of the ship together; or to keep it afloat. I was protected; in some measure. I was chained to one of the decks flooring and there I remained. There was no relief from the sting of the metal band around my foot. The constant jarring causing an open would which stung with each fresh spray of salt water. I struggled against my restraints and eventually it gave, but it gave from beneath a 20 food swell that swallowed my form.

Despite how I kicked; there was no escaped. It was then I realized I was dreaming again; dreaming about the night. I was startled by the night that surrounded me and then I noticed the night was different... A strange aura covered most of my surroundings and I had a feeling tonight something; something was bound to happen and my curiosity stirred as I entered into the forest I treading many times before. It was then I realized the water only tinkled down one of the falls and a fine mist bellowed from its opened maw. Despite my frequent visits I had never seen or realized this opening. Cautiously I approached, my head tucked low I entered. My eyes took a bit to readjust as my paws quietly patted against the cold rock flooring. My nails clicking against the cold stone.

Not far from the opening could I see a sort of sacred temple. I had been to many before, but none in the location beneath the waterfall. I approached slowly; as I observed this beautiful location. Gazing inward I could not detect any human presence and I slowly wandered within the temple. I was amazed at all the pottery. So engrossed was I that I didn't realize when my tail accidentally knocked over one of the more shallow pots. It was then I heard a calamity. Puzzled I turned around hearing the fuss and there he was. A small reptilian; his smug face showing his displeasure. The cranky little creature spot out loud. "Why you be com'ing in 'ere and be mess'ing up ma home! Do I be going and be mess'in wit your things? I don't think so mon."

Startled I shook my head. "Ya not be able to speak huh? I be hav'in dat way wit everyone." He replied before I could even gain my wit. "I suppose that's true. I'm Sorry about your... home. How can I make it up to you?" The lizard thought about this for a moment. "Da name be Bazha; and ya know wha? I tink I just be want'in some company. Can ya manage? But before we go rummaging through da woods; what be your name?" Kin chuckled a bit before replying; "It'd be Kin and yours?" The small chameleon beckoned him down. As He lowered His head he climbed on top of His head, using His antlers as leverage. "Da name be Bazha."

"Legends"
What seemed like eons ago for Kin did he remember what happened to his back leg. Which in cold weather made him seem frail to the rest of his clan but he gained his keep watching the kits of the den. Coming to peace that he may never be on the front lines again he often takes up the role as the mentor instead; teaching young kits the way of the hunt and most important how to survive.

"Kin was walking along the waters edge watching the moonlight dance in the ripples of the wind. His eyes fixated on the spraying mist as it misted over the tree's the rocks on the shores edge. That's when he heard the yowl in the distance his own head turning completely around as he knew it was one of the females of the clan. He was a preening young warrior with no fear of what may come when he dashed towards the sounds in the distance. What was a yowl became a clashing battle in the distance. He was sluggish but pushed himself to run.

Kin came across the scene with the female fighting off a human with a spear. He charged at this two legged demon with his fangs bared and eyes gleaming. They circled each other several times as each tried to jab each other. Then the big moment happened she lunged at the demon and he raised his spear at the dame. He flared with anger snapping around and landing on the human when he had the chance. Unfortunately she had no way of stopping and her own Crystals hit straight onto his side and back leg. He yowled but took his fury out on the human; Landing blows with his front paws. It wasn't till a few moments he realized the demon did not stir.

He huffed and lifted himself only to find himself limping off to their den. The female was fine for most part besides a few stab marks and she made a full recovery while he waited for his to come. Eventually he went out less and less and relied on his clan while he watched the kits for the new mothers. He still goes out on hunts but since that day he's never exactly been the same either. You'd never be able to tell with his personalty though.



-Poem-
Ambiance
-Captured as a Cub-
What would you say?
As I'm guided through the silver metallic halls,
Metal upon my ankles as I'm lead through.
Unwillingly I oblige.

I have no other choice but forward..
I can hear the metal rattle..
I would be resist but it's futile.
Never made for combat
It's not my trade..

Perhaps it should have been
Or I shouldn't have to face this fate.

Everyone's whispers echo in my ears,
Their eyes lingering upon me.

It is the silence that kills me,
And the path that will.
And it's the un-named human which guides me along,
No words uttered from his lips at all.

Several moments later all I see is the light above me..
Shining in a radiant revenue..
The moment is crawling nearer upon every second,
Every moment vanishing, as I wish it would linger.

The metal cage floor, beneath me is cold,
Impending the thought of doom low and behold.

I Cry.. cry for my escape,
Yet metal rings have strapped me to this place.

It was then I knew,
This was the end of the road.

There was no going back,
Now only silent prayers and tears.

No remorse is given..
As I await the darkness.
Shall I live?

Oh please..
Tell me why this is to be done.
To whom plans was my life to be tossed aside?

Now I await..

Why...why can't I be free?
Would you have granted me freedom If asked?
Would You?


A quick Traditional Sketch; Will color if I get the time digitally.

Other:
The story was a big rush
but I really love this guy
and hope to be able to
bring him home. ;3

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[Shinkei-Shinto]

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Name: Master Ziz • Master Zizang • Zizang
Pen number: Four

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Will you make any use of the Cryst?: Short answer: absolutely!

When I was graciously gifted a custom token as an introduction to this species, I promised myself that that Cryst would be the only one. I would not go crazy and adopt many, I would focus on a single Cryst until I was absolutely sure that I could handle another one.
And then I saw Zizang. I told myself, I told friends, I muttered it under my breath: I was not getting another Cryst! I was not allowed to fall in love, I was not allowed to think of a name, a personality, a history... and then before I knew it I already had! His incredible edits and colors drew me in; the personality he seemed to whip into existence in my head took hold faster than I could think, and I would be over the moon to really own him. To rp him! To watch him create his story and be able to type it out, to draw him - for real! to show and paint the scenes we describe together. To make friends with him, to explore his past with others, to become part of a community again. I've been out of practice for a while, but Zizang has drawn me in and I know that I will love and adore him, develop and care for him, draw and commission him!

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Personality: Zizang isn't quite sure he knows himself!
Calm • Contemplative • Genial • Reverent

Calm 1. (of the weather) pleasantly free from wind.

Zizang is, as the stillness of a windless night, calm. He never rises to anger, and feels no ill will to those who do - only that they may improve upon their minds and find a peace that allows them to remove themselves from anger. His presence exudes the idea, his massive form very still and at peace. He is not incapable of losing this calm demeanor, but when he does, watch out! It can explosive and dangerous, righteous and full of fury. It is difficult to push him to this explosion, but once it is started, it cannot be stopped until he has corrected the instigation of his anger. He is usually roused to anger by things that are unjust and unrighteous; anything that he comes across that is unfair in this way causes him great unhappiness until it is corrected. Beyond these instances, he is almost never roused: preferring to retain his attitude and demeanor, and therefore more easily access his memory and those things he cannot recall well.

Contemplative 1. expressing or involving prolonged thought.

Zizang spends much of his days in deep thought, whether still and watching the world around him change and go by, or in fluid motion as he travels or works. His favorite activity for this kind of thought is the formation of vessels and pottery; it is often that he finds himself with clay between his paws, turning and turning and shaping the vessel as he turns and shapes his thoughts. Often these vessels come to nothing, lacking the skill of human digits, but the shapes that he makes are beautiful in some way and end up, many times, holding flowers for some few days before the rain comes and washes them apart. These simple workingns with earth allow him to remain in a state of contemplation for longer than when he is not doing something. However, many of his days and nights - all, actually, he has not missed a day and has no plans to - are begun and ended with offerings to his ancestors, and long minutes of thought. He does wish he could remember the ancestors he is offering to, and much of this time is spent on that, but they seem to favor him and his offerings nonetheless.

Genial 1. friendly and cheerful.

Zizang's attitude towards all those he meets is one of friendship; he wishes to know and come to enjoy the company of any whom he comes across. He has no reason to be upset, sad, or solemn, and so remains happy and cheerful at all times. Most things in the world cannot bring him down: a rainstorm is seen as an opportunity to gather clay or clean his fur, an unknown and rocky path as one to focus and concentrate his efforts at traveling well. Death and disease can take a hit at this attitude, but once he has done all he can his nature causes him to turn to cheering and helping those around the afflicted. Even outright unfriendly faces are treated with respect and happiness, and he does whatever he can to help their day along - even if that's turning about face and leaving them alone.
Even when accosted by those who wish him harm, he is happy and chatty as he shows them they cannot take what is his. He will move and change his position so that he cannot be hit, slipping around teeth and claws and slamming his softened paws into their necks, back, and the weak places in their legs: leaving them crumpled on the ground as he seems to dance out of reach on his toes. More often than not, he ends up eliciting an apology from those who have accosted him; when they are untenable to his attitude, he is unafraid to use his teeth to stop them from harming anyone else.

Reverent 1. feeling or showing deep and solemn respect.

And finally, Zizang is incredibly respectful to everything he sees. From other Crystinalians to other creatures, from old shrines to new places of rest, from the smallest flower patch to the largest tree towering above him. Those who must die to feed or protect him are treated with utmost reverence, his rites performed over their bodies and nothing but what is needed taken from them. In the case of prey, all that they have to give him is used, from fur to meat to bone, and in the case of enemies and robbers, only the occasional token, that he may leave above their unmarked graves so that those who may come looking for them may find their bodies at peace. He has the uncanny ability to move through an environment without harming the things within it, without trampling grass or disturbing flowers, missing small insects and animals with great care. His respect is not quite solemn, as his genial nature interferes with that display of respect: much of his careful movements are delivered with a smile instead of a cheerless expression. His reverence is however inherent, and he is incapable of letting it go for even an instant.

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History: Zizang has a bit of a problem. He seems to be missing something!

The great cat woke one day and continued on his way out of a mountain, unsure of where - or who, or what - he was, only knowing that he would really like to get off of the towering, freezing hunk of rock. Certain things came easily, albeit with some degree of confusion, to him: such as the daily morning rites honoring ... Something. He wasn't sure what, to be quite honest, but he was sure that he needed to perform them and do so well, and so he had for the past three days as he came down the mountain.
He saw his first other living soul upon reaching the base of the mountain; a creature that looked somewhat similar to him, with the big paws and fat fluffy tail and shiny sharp back and all, but was missing a few of his more distinct traits - such as his whiskers.
"Master Ziz! How wonderful it is to know you have returned from the mountains unharmed. Did you find the Way?" The creature said, smiling brightly and standing to all four paws as he approached.
"I surely have," he replied, thinking the creature meant the way down the mountain. And what was this word that they had called him? Was that his name? He wasn't quite sure, honestly.
As he wasn't quite completely off the mountain, he bid the other farewell, nodding his head, and continued on the way down the mountain. He was soon called: "Master Zizang! Master Zizang!" by one quite smaller than the other, although similar in appearance, and gifted a small bundle of food, as well as a small meditative token. "You must have lost yours in the mountain, Master Zizang, and father couldn't possibly allow you to go without a gift." The smallish creature smiled, somewhat less widely than its father, and bounded off, back the way it had come. Zizang, as he was apparently known, considered the gift for a moment, before picking it up between his teeth and deciding to pause to investigate it when he reached a pond a ways off, far enough he did not think that the creatures would bother him or ask him any more questions while he considered what to do now.
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Zizang had now spent many days outside of the mountain from which he had come, and learned many things. He had been treated with a great deal of respect by those he had come across - all of those the same type of being as he, apparently known as Crystinalians. He had kept the meditative token close, a small rock shaped by many days of use. Most others here had similar tokens, that they held or bit or rubbed paws on as they thought or dedicated rites. There were not actually that many Crystinalians in this valley, protected as it was, and every single one of them apparently knew him. As he resided on a rock overseeing a small pond below, teeming with life, and several large koi fishes, he pondered.
He had been respected, and gone into the mountain to meditate or find the Way - capital W, not lowercase, something other than the way out of the mountain - and it appeared to him that he had lost his memory while up there. As he had traveled, slowly, around the little valley, he had remembered some of his previous life, but really only those things far back: the smell of his mother, bright lights and moving leaves above him, romping with a couple other, similar Crystainalians, setting out on a journey of some kind. He remembered rites as long as he was calm and collected, the motions coming to his muscle memory easily, with great, slow, reverence, as he placed things upon an altar, dedicated objects such as food and drink, or even blessed children.
He assumed that while in the mountain, he had hurt himself on accident, as he could remember nothing beyond this - at first, not even his own name - and his body ached and hurt for many days after he returned. He blamed the cold for his minor limp and aches, and was treated with kindness and aid when he admitted his pain, with hot compresses placed against his limbs and back to aid in the release of bad tempers. It helped a good deal, and by this time he rarely felt pain from it, beyond the occasional headache. He had been invited to train and practice his fighting skills the whole while, and it had only been last night that he had finally accepted a challenge, finding himself roundly beat. For some reason, however, this was perfectly fine: his honor was not smirched by a loss, and the challenger had been incredibly happy for the lessons he had learned from Ziz.
He sighed a large breath out, one he had not been completely aware of holding in, disturbing several small flowers that had fallen from the branches above his head into the pond below. As he watched their progress across the pond, he considered them. They, much like he, had been torn asunder from that which they knew - their branch - and placed into a brand new environment, but one that was not hostile and terrifying as may have been expected: instead this new environment was welcoming, and calm - the pond. His whiskers and fur shifted in the air; as if his breath had brought wind to move the flowers along. He thought about that, for a moment. It seemed auspicious, as a flower found its way to a tiny stream across the pond from him, watched by a large golden koi, and slipped down a river out of his view. Perhaps it was time for him, too, to slip away from this peaceful valley and find new friends, who did not know a version of himself that no longer existed.
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Zizang, once our great master,
Had gone up to the summit of
Heaven
And found himself in contemplation:
Finding the Way in whispers of wind,
In stillness of body and mind,
in Purity.
It was on an auspicious day:
The Master found himself pushed,
Great winds spoke to him,
Told him to seek the Way.
Our Great Master
Has gone on his way, out of
Our valley, bounding across
The world, seeking the four corners
and furthest extent of the world,
Seeking himself.

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Other: Zizang Trivia!

It is probable that Zizang fell while in the mountains, and thereby gained his injuries and memory loss. He is incapable of accessing memories from just after his early childhood all the way until the day he walked down out of the mountain. As such, he has a dislike of high, craggy places.
He is a master/follower of The Way, which is something he doesn't fully understand anymore, but it is apparent to him that he once knew very much about it - enough to be respected by many of the Crystinalians within the little valley he came from. He left one day, and he is not sure if he can find his way back, but he may do so if he ever regains his memory.
The home that he had did not really have many Crystinalians within it, being only a small valley nestled within a crag somewhere, and everyone knew everyone - making the memory-less Ziz feel very awkward. This, above all things, pushed him to leave, with his sense of respect and dignity, he could not omit the truth from these Crysts anymore. The Crysts that he left behind felt that their Master Zizang was merely continuing to follow the Way, and bid him great farewells upon discovering his absence later that day.
He prefers his nickname, Ziz, rather than any of this more official titles or his full name. Although it is something that he knows was his name before, it still feels somewhat awkward to call himself Zizang, as he cannot remember being called that all his life - just his childhood nickname, Ziz.
It is said (the truth of this statement remains questionable) that the tracks he leaves as he walk have spirals in them, an indication that he has found the Way and it is within him.

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[Lokisaurus]

pen number -
two
full name -
tourmaline argent racat
pronunciation -
tor - mah - leen ahr - jent ray - caht
name meaning -
her full name means
'silver gem of many colors',
excluding her last name which
is merely a reference
to my own - virtually of course.
nicknames -
tora, lina, argent, kitty and tia.
these all are names given to her
because of the long name she
was given at birth. some letters
and sounds are taken from one
name and given to another
nickname. example:
tia is a play on her initials
't.a'.
sexuality -
asexual and demiromantic.
gender -
female, identifies as female as well.

theme songs -
the river by good charlotte
hymn for the missing by red
try by pink

accessories -
tia does not carry around any items
nor does she have any pets or trinkets.
now, in her own world she says she has
a pet butterfly that represents her mother's
soul and carries with her a piece of one of
her father's crystals. in all actuality, she does
have two of her parent's crystals tucked away,
hidden among her own. she actually forgot
about them quite recently, giving her crystals
that two-tone look.

will you make use of this cryst -
as an artist needing a muse
and a writer losing stories to write,
i'm sure this darling will find her way
into my stories and drawings.
she's already found a way into my heart!
history -
tora's first memory is that of being with her
father, grinning back at him as he fished for
his family's food. at this time, she was only
a young cryst, merely four weeks old and still
a silver kit. she, of course, was still being
weaned from her mother's milk, so simply
enjoyed watching him work. her life had
always been a simple one. and despite
losing her parents not too long ago,
she has never felt resentful to the world for
this. she grew up like any normal cryst would.
you learn how to live, you understand how to
respect your life, then you live it. tia was an
only child though, so always wanted a sibling
to call her own. this resulting in her go out into
the world and seeking those to bring into her 'family'.
it's a small detail in the grand scheme of things,
but will eventually lead her to becoming rather odd.
in one of her searches, she stumbled and fell into a
river, sweeping her way off course and getting her lost
in the process. the cryst has been lost ever since,
leading her become strangely hostile to newer people
and strangers, not letting her self get side-tracked
again. and she was also a late bloomer. her crystals
are slightly smaller than most others of her species,
making her self-conscious and a little envious of more
adorned members of her classification.

personality -
tia's always been on the quiet side, there
when you need her and seemingly disappearing when you don't. however, this often gets her
into trouble. since she is such a quiet and reserved feline, she will often wander into her
own day-dreams, sometimes shutting out what she doesn't want to hear or deal with. her need to only
be around and concern herself with things she finds interesting or fun makes her incredible hard to
work with on stressful topics. her immediate
reaction to problems is to hide and ignore whoever
is 'forcing' her into a decision. on the other hand,
she is a loyal friend and is quite intelligent if you
need any advice... on topics she is comfortable with.

likes and dislikes -
she is rather intelligent, so enjoys puzzles and games that test your mind.
she also quite likes soft, encouraging tunes and music. but she doesn't like
the more in-your-face sort of beats. she feels these sorts of songs mess up
the dream world she has built for herself, and will often shun those
who enjoy such things. children and family are a big priority for her,
even if they aren't hers, and absolutely detests anybody who would
dare push their family away in favour of riches or things of that nature.

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[Ninapepe5]

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[NARANDA]

Name:
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Forms are closed.

[Lokisaurus]

I wish the best of luck to everyone! As always, these darlings are beautiful and so all are the forms!