by Sezzas » Sun Nov 16, 2014 8:50 am
Username: Graham
Name: Novus
Gender: Genderqueer
Answer #1: Nothing!
Answer #2: Smiles! There's a mile between the two s's!
Answer #3: None! A man could carry the arrows, but I was never given any.
by Sezzas » Mon Nov 17, 2014 9:29 pm
Username ;; rambun.
Name ;; Azuriel
Gender ;; Female
Significance of feather clamp ;; She wears the feather clamp as a reminder, similar to how a human would tie a string around their finger. It stands as a means of never forgetting what happened that day. The day it all changed...
That day, a mere century after her mind-birth(as she chose to call it), Azuriel was doing as any Iquena would do while wandering the realm of the lesser souls; she was staying hidden.Today in p[articular, she had chosen a place full of the colored Rocks, a place mortal humans would later call "The Badlands." The great canyon walls were the color of the evening sky, and looked as if the setting sun had cast itself upon them. Azu decided to stay here not only because of the magnificent majesty of the land, but also because she held herself to be of similar hue, and would therefore hope to blend in a little better.
She had just eaten, what minor sustenance was required for her to function, so she had an abundance of time, with absolutely nothing to do. So she found a cranny in the canyon walls, a cove, one would call it; and lay her head to rest. Her reverie had gone uninterrupted, at least until a flurry of footsteps and then a loud yelp could be heard.
As the Iquena pricked her ears, she dismissed it as the sound of the wind, known to make odd noises as it travelled throughout the rocks. She was about to rest once more, flatten the spikes on her head, when they were immediately pricked with another alarming plea.This one sounded weaker, but rang out as much more than the wind. Azuri then wrenched herself out of hiding to investigate the strange cry.
The Iquena took flight, however staying low, as this was a flight for a speed survey, not a ride on the rollercoaster of altitudes and thermal gusts. Ears pricked, she swiftly found the origin of the noise... a pile of fallen rocks. Eager to get back to her nap, Azuriel cocked her hear, prodded the rocks around with a hoof, until she found one that made noise. This made her jump back, and land into a fighting stance, wings flared and spikes erect. She slowly approached the noisy rock once more, and prodded it guardedly. What came out was a small, weak moan, one that didn't sound like it was going to hurt her.
She gently used her hooves to brush away the rock, revealing a creature unknown to her. It looked Bipedal, and lacked hooves, or wings or horns of any sort. It stretched out its forelimbs weakly, letting out a small whine. Call it gut instinct, but Azuri flattened her spikes, and outstretched her curled horns.She winced slightly as the creature grasped onto them, and she gently pulled it out.
The creature, now recognizable as a human, bowed down in a kneeling position, wordlessly at first, but then uttering prayers and thanks and mumbled jibberish. This confused Azuri, who slowly circled the female human, gently poking her with her nose. Eventually the woman stood up, and hugged outstretched arms around Azuriel's neck, while gently stroking her fur.
Suddenly, another rumbling sound could be heard, and Azuriel immediately surrounded the female with her body, and draped her wings over her protectively. When the rumbling stopped, the woman gently parted her wings, and pulled something off of her neck, and plucked two gems from her earrings. She set the gems in the band, and grabbed onto a feather of Azuriel's wing. At first the Iquena pulled back, but then she stopped resisting as the woman slid the gemmed band onto the feather, kissing it gently, before craning her neck up to Azuri, and patting the band, saying:
"Kolaya."**
The Iquena bowed her head at the woman, and became startled by a loud cry that came echoing through the rock formations. She did what was instinctual, and hid in the quickest spot available. The woman called back to the noise, and soon a male looking human came into view. He embraced the woman, muttered something inaudible, and held her hand as they walked off. Before leaving the section of the canyon, the woman looked back, made eye contact with Azuriel, and smiled.
And so, the "feather clamp" is still worn by Azuri to remind her that she needn't be afraid or hostile, and reinforced the values of friendship.
**Note: Kolaya is the Sioux word for Friendship(the Sioux were believed to be the inhabitants of the Badlands)
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Number from 1-40: 26
by Sezzas » Sat Nov 22, 2014 11:29 am
►Username: katie_monkey
►Iqena's name: He forgot his original name long ago, so he renamed himself Oblivisci.
►Name meaning: the present infinitive for forget( i.e. I forget, what was my name again?) in Latin.
►Gender: male
►Story on how it became a spirit: (For the sake of making this story easier to tell, let's say that Oblivisci's old name was Brutus. It wasn't, but for sake of the tale, let's say it was) Before Brutus died (the second time of course) he was a mean and spiteful iqena, well known for his appalling violent rampages. One day, some other, less mean, but still not the nicest iqena decided that enough was enough. They lured the unaware Brutus far from civilization, into a forested mountain, where he could do little damage if he rampaged. They had planned on talking sense into him, showing him the errors of his way, giving him another chance that desperately needed, whether he knew that or not. Unfortunately they never got the chance as he was killed before they could begin. Obli can no longer remember what exactly had brought his poorly timed demise, maybe a draek, maybe a mountain lion, maybe an enemy that had followed them, maybe something even more sinister, but that doesn't matter right now. When Brutus realized he was a ghost, he went one of his rampages, but when he finally calmed down, the others were long gone and that he was hopelessly lost. He spent many, many years in the beautiful forest, eventually forgetting everything about himself, leaving him a calm, innocent, almost child-like specter, so I suppose in a way, his trip to the forest did give him his second chance.
►This Iqena is disliked among others, it is because of two peculiar traits, what are they:? because he has only one set of wings, but he doesn't understand why they hate him so much for it. The other reason is his current state of, well, ghostliness, so they fear that he'll attack them or something, even more so due to his intimidating, almost draek-like appearance.
►Answer for Draeck: If when an iqena was mortal it had a certain special connection to an object, it may appear with that object floating above their neck where there head should be. They dislike this quality because (no offense to you) they feel that the floating quality too closely relates that of draeks. Also one would find that it is hard to covey facial emotions when ones face is a rock or a toaster or something like that, and many iqena find this lack of visible emotions can be disturbing, even untrustworthy.
►Art work: two max
by Sezzas » Sat Nov 29, 2014 11:57 am
UsernamePuddingWaffles
NameMartyr <Mar>
GenderMale
About this IqenaMar's days are spent in misery. A short time after he was born, he learned that the fluid he
emitted was highly toxic to most other living creatures. Anyone or anything he came into contact
with would contract a horrible illness in response to the fluid and suffer in agonizing pain -- in
some cases, it would lead to death. Distraught with this curse of his, Mar turned to a life of
seclusion. He isolates himself from anything that he could possibly hurt. It is indeed hard on him,
being alone all the time...But it's even harder to see his friends and family suffer because of him.
While this life of solitude has helped prevent anyone from contracting the illness, it has also
caused Mar to suffer mentally. If he ever did come into contact with another Iqena again,
he would undoubtedly struggle to interact with it.
by Sezzas » Sat Dec 06, 2014 10:17 pm
Within Temptation~Demon's Fate wrote:ohhohoho
you'll burn this time
Seeing the violence
It's feeding my mind
No one is saving you
How can you find
A heaven in this hell?
Leave it behind
Hearing your silence
It screams our goodbye
Cannot believe it's an eye for an eye
Life is gone to waste
Angels have faith
I don't want to be a part of his sin
I don't want to get lost in his world
I'm not playing this game
When the shadows remain in the light of day
On the wings of darkness he'll retaliate
He'll be falling from grace
Till the end of all his days
From the ashes of hate
It's a cruel demon's fate
On the wings of darkness
He's returned to stay
There will be no escape
Cause he's fallen far from grace
ohhohoho
What have you done?
Is this what you wanted?
What have you become?
His soul's not forsaken
You're walking alone
From heaven into hell
Now that you know
Your way in this madness
Your powers are gone
Your chains have been broken
You've suffered so long
You will never change.
Angels have faith
I don't want to be a part of his sin
I don't want to get lost in his world
I'm not playing this game
When the shadows remain in the light of day
On the wings of darkness
He'll retaliate
He'll be falling from grace
Till the end of all his days
From the ashes of hate
It's a cruel demon's fate
On the wings of darkness
He's returned to stay
There will be no escape
Cause he's fallen far from grace
Angels have faith
I don't want to be a part of his sin
I don't want to get lost in his world
I'm not playing this game
When the shadows remain in the light of day
On the wings of darkness
He'll retaliate
He'll be falling from grace
Till the end of all his days
From the ashes of hate
It's a cruel demon's fate
On the wings of darkness
He's returned to stay
There will be no escape
Cause he's fallen far from grace]|I{•------» ώяɨţţ€ɲ ώ๏яď$ «------•}I|[┏xxxxxxxxxxx┓
:~:Иαмɛ:~:
Azrael
archangel of
death.
:~:Ǥɛи∂ɛя:~:
Agender,
but prefers
male pronouns.
:~:Δɢɛ:~:
Unknown
:~:Ƨɛϰʋαℓιтʏ:~:
Unknown
:~:Ƨρɛcιɛƨ:~:
Iqena
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:~:Ħαιя Ɔσℓσя:~:
Dark grays, blacks,
and violets.
:~:Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя:~:
Red
:~:Ħɛιɢнт:~:
One meter tall
:~:Ɯɛιɢнт:~:
29 pounds
:~:βʋιℓ∂:~:
Skinny and lanky
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Azrael is silent and
mysterious creature.
He is also very easily
spooked. He becomes
very skittish when spooked,
causing him to stumble
and stutter over his words.
He will also hold a grudge
over the creature that
spooked him. He is also
really smart, yet dense.
He doesn't understand
emotions very well and
gets highly confused over
creatures when they act
on their emotions. He is a
major book worm, and you
can often find him with his
nose in a book. He is highly
curious about a lot of things,
but is way to skittish and
withdrawn to really go out
and explore, so he tends to
ready about. This leads to
him learning things a bit
different then others. He
also has a love for hummingbirds
and has always wanted one.
He also likes to watch people or
creatures fight, trying to
figure out why they do.
:~:Ħιƨтσяʏ:~:
Azrael doesn't remember his
past, only that he has been
an Iqena for as long has he
can remember. He loves
watching worlds at war
for some reason. He claims
it's because he wants to
learn the true reason why
war happens.
:~:Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρ Ƨтαʋƨ:~:
Azrael is Taken
:~:Ғαмιℓʏ:~:
Unknown and believed
to be dead.
:~:Ғяιɛи∂ƨ:~:
Kubo. They have a
lot in common.
:~:Єиɛмιɛƨ:~:
None and hopefully never.
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by Sezzas » Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:29 pm
username;;
Cryogenic
name;;
Sivic
gender;;
Male
number;;
8 <3
by Sezzas » Mon Feb 02, 2015 2:16 am
username;;bronze.
name;;Edin
gender;;Male
personality;; Skimpy, sarcastic , joker , prankster , silly , goofy
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by Sezzas » Thu Mar 05, 2015 4:26 am
Info wrote:Username: cicamicu
Partner: The Master Doctor
Gender: female
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Serene/Elegant/Regal/Secretly a softie/Adventurous/Open-minded
Ethereal is calm and elegant at sight, but has her wild side. Around her subjects, she appears very regal and serene for her age, and a perfect heir to the throne, but when she has free time, she is like any other young Iqena. She loves exploring the depths of the castle, and can spend hours enjoying wildlife.She is very open to new ideas and listens intensely to her subjects concerns, and maintains a friendly relationship with everyone.
Relationship with Ulric:
Ulric is what you may call bipolar, and has a personality disorder. He has "episodes", or temper tantrums, to put it simply. He is expected to rule the kingdom as he is the older of the two, but cannot do it alone. Ethereal is the only Iqena who can calm him, and when he does have one of his episodes, she hums a tune (Shown below as "theme song") that calms him down. Ethereal is concerned of her brother's sanity, and how he shall ever be king and rule. He has always had weak legs, so she has bandaged them ever since they were little.
Theme Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jESAj31qwKE
Why are her eyes closed?
Ethereal was born blind, but the eyes on her shoulder's let her
sense auras around her, and emotions.
This lets her picture the scene around her,
and she can find her way around just fine. She can tell
if someone is lying or telling
the truth, or why another Iqena is sad or happy.
If Ulric is having a fit, she can sense the strong waves
of anger and confusion and can rush to calm him.
Likes:
-Kindness
-Adventures
-Nature
-Heights
-Flying
-Exploring
-The changing seasons
Dislikes:
-Rudeness
-Lying
-Deceiving
The Birth Of The Princess:
A long time ago, there lived a young kind-hearted king. The people of the kingdom adored him. He never did anything for the his own benefit, he only gave and gave to his people.
Many say, that was the reason for his downfall.
This kind King got so caught up in making everyone happy, that he didn't take care of himself and he became very ill. At first it was only a cold, but it worsened each day until he was too weak to walk. As his health deteriorated, the people grew worrisome. Their beloved King's life was hanging by a thread, and there was no heir to the throne.
One terribly stormy night, when the clock struck midnight, the King took his last shaky breath. He had only been 21.
The next morning was pierced with the wails of his people. Women, children, and even the most rugged of men, cried for the loss of their King. The people grieved for many days.
After weeks of sadness, the Royal Council decided that they would try to bring back the King in the form of a divine spirit. They had heard stories of divine beings named "Iqena" that were kind-hearted souls reborn into mystic creatures. They instructed the Kingdom to think of the King being reborn on that the next night when the clock struck twelve.
When Ulric was born, they realized this would not work as the people who hated the king would make another "insane" Iqena. The Royal council gathered only the kindhearted and made them think of the kindhearted king, and they filled the kingdom with pure thoughts. Ethereal was born, but did not have a hateful side like Ulric, and was peaceful and "the perfect heir". Ethereal, being accepting, understood Ulric and swore to help him.
by Sezzas » Thu Mar 05, 2015 4:31 am
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username;;
The Master Doctor
partner;;
Partners in crime with cicamicu
(NOTE: We will be sharing some of the written information and tweaking it to make our lives easier c:)
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name;;
Ulric
name meaning;;
Wolf power
aliases;;
Ric, Prince Ulric, The Prince
gender;;
male
voice;;
Benedict Cumberbatchfavorite music;;
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A long time ago, there lived a young kind-hearted king. The people of the kingdom adored him. He never did anything for the his own benefit, he only gave and gave to his people.
Many say, that was the reason for his downfall.
This kind King got so caught up in making everyone happy, that he didn't take care of himself and he became very ill. At first it was only a cold, but it worsened each day until he was too weak to walk. As his health deteriorated, the people grew worrisome. Their beloved King's life was hanging by a thread, and there was no heir to the throne.
One terribly stormy night, when the clock struck midnight, the King took his last shaky breath. He had only been 21.
The next morning was pierced with the wails of his people. Women, children, and even the most rugged of men, cried for the loss of their King. The people grieved for many days.
After weeks of sadness, the Royal Council decided that they would try to bring back the King in the form of a divine spirit. They had heard stories of divine beings named "Iquena" that were kind-hearted souls reborn into mystic creatures. They instructed the Kingdom to think of the King being reborn on that the next night when the clock struck twelve.
When midnight arrived, every single man, woman, child, dog and cat thought and believed in the deceased King. They thought of his smile, his warmth, and his love. But there were those who hated the King. They envied his fame, power, and riches. They thought only of hate and blackness.
Suddenly, a large storm cloud formed over the castle, much like the one that cover the castle on the day of his death. A giant fork of white lighting struck the castle. The cloud then disappeared into thin air, and everything fell silent.
There, in the chambers of the king, lay a grey beast. Eyes as orange as a dying sun. The prince was born. At first the Council thought he was perfect. He could outlive any human and rule the land for years. Oh how very wrong they were.
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Unfortunately, Ulric was born with a personality disorder. He exhibits both the gentle personality of any normal Iquena, and the reckless personality of a fallen angel. One minute he'll be breaking vases and growling, the next laughing at something only he can understand, then crying while standing over the remains of the vase.
His main personalities can be classified into three different categories:
the sociopath;;
/unstable/intelligent/unpredictable/elegant/confident/introvert/whimsical/cold/impulsive/charming/Do not, for even a second, be deceived by my halo. For I am no angel.
Most people believe he is not fit to rule. They dismiss him as insane. But that's because they refuse to acknowledge his most predominant characteristic. He's smart. So very smart. A complete genius. Ulric is so intelligent, a mere mortal could not even begin to comprehend the workings of his mind.
the kind one;;
/happy/caring/selfless/kind/smiling/calm/I can feel the world turning underneath me. Dizzying, yet beautiful, we turn.
the broken one;;
/sad/alone/delicate/broken/dependant/
This is the most vulnerable of Ulric's personalities. He desperately needs the comfort if Ethereal or else he might end up seriously harming himself.
Ethereal;;I need you to be my shoulder to lean on.
Due to his unpredictable behaviour, even though he is the oldest and should be the one to succeed the throne, Ulric cannot be trusted to rule the kingdom alone. His impulsive reactions and sometimes violent behaviour could lead his country to ruin. So it was decided that he must share rule upon the land with his sister, Princess Ethereal. Ulric has never been capable to form healthy relationships due to his sociopathic nature, the only exception being Ethereal. He has grown inseparably close to her, as she has provided him with what one might call, grounding, like the earth is grounding for lightning. It can be almost guaranteed that Ulric will not have an unexpected outburst, as long as Etheral is in the room. Her quiet but strong presence sooths him and keeps him under control. If he is having a particular bad episode, Ethereal will hum the tune of "The Last Story" to him. This will atomatically calm him down and he'll come to her and lie down beside her, sometimes even fall asleep.
bandages;;
Ulric was born with an exceptionally powerful mind and an extra set of short legs at the front. Since energy was diverted to there two areas, his back legs got the short end of the stick, and were born very weak. With nothing to support them, he trembles when he walks and can only travel for very short distances. So, ever since she was old enough to help, Ethereal has been wrapping his back legs in white bandages once every other day. This constant care is the reason why Ulric is so attached to her.
by Sezzas » Thu Mar 05, 2015 4:34 am
username: pterodactyl
name: Achilles Dromeos
gender: MaleIntroduction: All Tied Up
Achilles is an escape artist. No way around it. It's the only thing he truly values,
aside from the handful of friends he has been able to make. It's not uncommon
to see him tying himself up for show, but there's another side to this Iqena.
Achilles is also a wanted convict. Due to his flighty behavior and skittish
tendencies, he has been declared potentially insane, although those who
know him can attest to his sanity. He is a loyal friend, after all. He has
become a scapegoat for the unexplainable, a scapegoat for all the crimes,
murders, invisible things that happen to people.
Whispers in the alley of a theft can trace it's rumorous origins back to
Achilles. No one thinks that it could be anyone else... Many have tried
capturing him for these alleged crimes. After all, who hasn't been
captured for the last few decades? Who has evaded capture time after time?
Oftentimes, Achilles escapes through only dexterity, using his rather
capable and fluid motions to snap the most supple rope. Of course,
that's usually the only thing available to him, although chains fare the
same way. Similar to Houdini's feats, he is also able to manipulate his
joints to escape, if sheer strength isn't enough.
In the following passage, I will recount to you a tale of where the
ropes and shackles came from. A being named Adonia wooed this
male once... but no longer. She betrayed him, turning him over to
the police after she made promises to clear his name. Achilles was
able to escape from the jail, but even as he escaped, he was still
labeled guilty and is on the lam. The bonds that tie him are a
remnant of the only person he trusted with his heart.
296/300I fell in love with her, if love even truly exists in a world
like ours... I fell, hard and raucously, in a downwards spiral of deceit
and anguish... And I reveled in it. But no matter what I did, tell her
that I was guilty, no matter how much she wanted me to be, for my sake.
I flex my wings in the dark obsidian mirror of the windowpanes and
lightning strikes a tree in the distance, making a small fire. It's night,
and the only light I left on inside my room is the candle on my desk.
Guilty. The ropes in my wings dangle helplessly, trapped between my
feathers and I swing them, the way they catch the wind, the slight
tugging sensation... it feels almost natural. They've become a part
of me, ensnared, hostage as I once was. I can't say I regret loving Adonia,
maybe because of the guiltiness I feel when I think of her.
She was difficult to please, and I aimlessly tried to sate her unpalatable
hunger. Her fervent desire to consume everything was almost intolerable...
but she was beautiful. She was my porcelain goddess, Adonia... it could
have been a sin, the way I whispered her name in the darkness, and still do
to myself, whenever I feel safe. The way she drew me in was exotic, her
scent was like a foreign perfume and her presence was bewitching to behold.
She promised to protect me from the police's bad habits. Of blaming me
for the things that we all knew I didn't do. Of course, I couldn't confess,
and I guess Adonia had good intentions, but it was painful and scarring.
The ropes never came out of my wings, and the shackles couldn't be broken
after they were cast around my ankles. I'm not surprised she turned on me,
either. I thought we were working to clear my name, but when she smiled
maliciously and the jail cell shut, I know she felt nothing. I was guilty.
Days later, the guards stopped watching me as closely as they had been.
Often, I would be alone for hours on end, and soon, they only showed up
to give me my daily meals and to twirl their keys in my face. I started
snapping the ropes they had me confined with one by one and eventually,
I had separated myself from the wall. The shackles were heavy and it was
difficult to lift my hooves, but I gathered my remaining strength and saved it
for my final escape. The guards never noticed I was free from the ropes, as
a few still dangled from my body.
I twisted between the bars, contorting my joints to fit through and I was free
once more. I bolted from the open door, the guards asleep outside. I ran
until my chest burned and ducked into an alleyway before anyone could see.
They would never know, and that was the end of things. That was the end.
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