[jern.]

possible mark

[abandoned-account123]

xtension, so plan accordingly.

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Username ::
Name :: (preferred to be angelic)
Personality :: (limit = 300 words)
Relationship with family :: (limit = 100 words for each member)
Required art ::(one family piece, at least three individual; half must be by you, and can be writing or a song for the individual - if writing, no more than 500 words per piece)
Wing design ::(cannot be like Sofi or Demi's, would prefer to coincide with the name; you may have 500 words for an explanation)
Extras :: (any amount, with a final total limit of 750 words; do whatever you would like)

[Chaosin]

Marking just to mark and possibly enter.

[rottenmutt]

Username :: S y k e s.
Name :: Temperance - angel of the elixir of life.
Personality :: 300words


Relationship with family :: (limit = 100 words for each member)

Asariel-
Hato-
Sofiel-
Demiel-

Required art ::(one family piece, at least three individual; half must be by you, and can be writing or a song for the individual - if writing, no more than 500 words per piece)
Wing design ::(cannot be like Sofi or Demi's, would prefer to coincide with the name; you may have 500 words for an explanation)
Extras :: (any amount, with a final total limit of 750 words; do whatever you would like)

[aeth]

Lost connection
Helping Arendelle ovo

[Temperance.]

[Personality]

Two eyes shone out into the darkness, soft streams of light flowing out of them and lighting the dark space around the small figure. From behind another beautiful creature emerged, her own eyes shining in the darkness though streams of light did not escape their depths. The newcomer approached the small figure slowly, as though aware that she was stepping into a surreal moment, and from the figure in front of her four words emerged: “Momma who am I?”

A soft intake of breath. “Why darling, you know who you are." The older female sat down beside the younger, her eyes reflecting the stars. "You are gentleness. Thoughtfulness. A dreamer with a soft heart. You see the value of all living things and care for them deeply. You are a loyal sister, a loving daughter, and a fierce friend." There was a brief pause, and then she continued in a softer voice. "You fight against the blackness of anxiety, wallow in it some days. You fear the future and though you fight this fear you sometimes lose. You feel panic nipping at your heels over the slightest things…. and yet you are no victim. There are times when you lose yourself in your world of dreams, times when you do not know who you are, but always you find your way back eventually.” Gently two hands cupped the face of the smaller one and stared down into the swimming depths. “You are innocent as a fawn but can be fiercer than a grizzly. You understand what pain is and seek to help others through it…even if you cannot help yourself. But most importantly….you are Hayyel Awinita, my daughter, and I love you.” [282/300]

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Hayyel Awinita (pronounced Hail / Ah-win-eat-ah)

Hayyel is the angel of wild animals. She aims to get across the message that just as angels were created to watch over mankind, so should mankind care for and protect animals of earth in a loving way.

Awinita is a Tsalagi word which means 'fawn.' It started as a nickname given to her by Asariel since Hayyel would jump like a "startled fawn" whenever she was interrupted from her daydreams. For whatever reason it caught on and now it functions almost as an alternate first name.

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Proud wings….such wings
The Little People’s gift.
Given Hayyel while she sings
A little song that lifts
Their dancing souls.

The lost girl
Trapped in other roles
The Little People whirl.
Clothe her in the light
Of feathers bright and bold
To keep thoughts on the flight
Her mind takes in the cold.

Her heritage in them is wrought
The Cherokee blood within
Shown through tribal feathers bought
With cost of sights great sin.
For Little People are not pleased
In being seen by mortal men.
And for them to be quite appeased
The price is that confusion when
The life of viewer seems sublime
Shall rise and rage and rule the day.

[ For further reading on The Little People ]

No one knows exactly how it happened. Hayyel was always a dreamer, wandering to the hidden places of the forest to explore, and though her mother warned her against looking at the Little People spirits of the Cherokee, Hayyel began to insist that she played with them. The small Plumerian told tales of traveling with the Little People to play with wild animals, how they would try to lift her out of the confusion she felt about herself and introduce her to a broad and beautiful world.

Hayyel’s love for nature and all living creatures continued to grow, but when she reached the age of 12 something changed… no longer did the small girl come from the forest with keen eyes that were widened with wonder, now they were glazed over with deep confusion, and she would often speak as though she were someone else… or someone locked into a story in which they were conscious of it but not a part of it. “The Little People say I’m bothering them now… they say I’m too old to be a lost little girl… I’m so confused, I don’t know what’s real anymore.” She began to whisper frequently. The doctors ordered by Hato scratched their heads and ultimately diagnosed her as having a disassociation disorder, but the medicine man Asariel took her too believed it was a puzzlement caused by the Little People.

“They are prone to their own little mischiefs. Perhaps they were once friends of a sort to Hayyel, but now they no longer can accept her as a ‘lost girl,’ perhaps a bit ironic since it seems their work has made her exactly that.”

Maybe the Little People recognized the actions they had wrought, perhaps they realized they had turned the sweet girl into someone who was truly lost. Regardless one day Hayyel went into the forest and remerged hours later with beautiful wings strapped to her back.

They had the design of traditional tribal Cherokee feathers, coloured to match Hayyel’s pelt, and on the pendant that rested against her chest was the symbol for infinity. “Because the stars daddy loves are infinite.” The girl whispered when asked, her only other words on the subject being “my wings are a final gift from the Little People…so that when I wear them I am not confused.”
[500/500]

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Momma - Asariel:

Hayyel has always looked up to her mother with great admiration and adoration. She can often be found attempting to mimic whatever her mother does, and during times when her struggles with disassociation take over it tends to be Asariel who has the greatest success in bringing her back to reality. Having taken the path of Tsalagi belief, Hayyel feels an added connection to her mother by means of their belief in the preciousness of all life and harmonic living. She often comes to Asariel when she needs guidance or is confused, particularly in matters of the heart.
[100/100]

Daddy - Hato:

Given her closeness with Asariel it might be believed that Hayyel is not quite as close with her father; this is entirely incorrect. Though she does not share the same belief system as her father, Hayyel has inherited his fascination with the stars and loves nothing more than to go outside on a clear night with her daddy to stare at the stars and learn about them. She dreams of one day being able to help Hato discover a star for himself and she carved the symbol for infinity into her wings as a reminder of this goal.
[100/100]

Sister - Sofiel:

Hayyel has always had very conflicted feelings about Sofiel. The two of them are most similar in the family, but in a lot of ways this has been upsetting to normally peaceful Hayyel. Since Sofiel met with the mythical Fae it has been Hayyel’s belief that Sofi marked their family as a target for mischievous spirits, leading to their respective illnesses. The fact that Sofi has a dragon-fairy companion only adds to Hayyel’s struggles with disassociation from reality. Thus “It started with you…” is often what Hayyel mutters around Sofi, and she is least grounded when her sister is near.
[100/100]

Bro - Demiel:

Contrary to everyone’s expectations Hayyel adores her brother most in the family. If he lets her she follows him around everywhere he goes, taking the insults and teasing he doles out with a smile on her face. Perhaps because of Demi’s own insecurities, or maybe because he is so very different from her, Hayyel finds that she is consistently lucid and least confused when she is with her brother. Though Hayyel is completely tone deaf and has no skill for playing the piano herself, she also loves nothing more than to sit beside Demiel and listen happily while he plays.
[100/100]

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Hayyel's Journal

Entry #1: February 23
The doctors told me to write in a journal when I feel disconnected. I feel disconnected. They told me it was called dissoc disasssoc dissociation. I’m only 13 right now, so the doctors say its sorta weird that I have this when I’m so little. Momma says it just makes me special. Daddy seems upset. Sofi…. feels bad. Demiel just plays piano a lot. When I sit with Demi I feel better though. He makes me feel normal… not like Sofi, Sofi just makes me feel worse.

Entry #2: March 3
More visits to the doctor. I don’t like it. They say my specific issue is called “derealisation.” Because I sometimes feel like the world is far away and I’m not in it… like I’m watching it on tv or through someone else’s body. ‘parently that means I have derealisation. It’s weird because I always thought this was just the way it is. It started after the Little People stopped playing with me… maybe I should tell momma

Entry #3 March 25
Momma took me to medicine man who’s tsalagi like us!!! He said the Little People did this to me because I wasn’t little enough or lost enough when I played with them… Sofi is sick too, I think we both got sick because of the magic beings. Sofi played with them first, I think she made it easy for them to find us. I think the reason I get so confused is her fault I think maybe we’re both sick for the same reason…

Entry #4: April 18
I don’t know who I am… I’m trapped in some weirdoes body but I can make it do stuff. I think I’m dreaming? I don’t know. Who am I? Is this a dream? Is it real? I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know.
I just want it to stop.

Momma grabbed me and sang a song. Then she said my name and put my wings on my back. I remember who I am. Hayyel Awinita. That’s my name. I wish I didn’t forget. Everything is still so foggy…

Maybe one day it’ll stop? I wish the Little People would leave me alone, and that I could go to school like everyone else… but the other kids just tease me. And I forget what I’m doing sometimes. I’m so confused… so lost…. Just….lost

[398/500 words]
[For further reading on dissociation & derealisation]

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Dissociation

Sometimes it feels like spinning
Twirling in a twilit haze
My mouth cannot stop grinning
Even though I’m in a daze.

Some say “that sounds like fun!”
But theirs is ignorance galore
For is it fun if moon and sun
Are switched and clouded to their core?
Is it fun to lose your path
Or lose yourself in crippling doubt
Where no amount of wit or math
Can bring identity back about?

I wish my mind were straight and clear
Not lost in dreams and removed from life
Struck with pathless miserable fear
Causing those around me saddening strife.

The Little People turned on me
And made my mind into a muddle
They looked and lost girl didn’t see
So turned my life to murky puddle.
And now some days I wander lost
Playmate again for those mischievous folk
Mindless they cared not for the cost
I paid for the friendship that they woke.

[155/500]

Demiel

My brother plays piano
And yells at me sometimes
But I see him as a maestro
Who can never commit any crimes.

I follow him always if I can,
He makes my mind not lost,
And even if from me he ran
I’d be happy to bear the cost.

It isn’t easy being me
But Demi struggles too
And I wish I could make him see
The things I always knew.

Like the fact that he’s a genius
With the music that he makes
Others feel it with great keenness
As the song their problems takes.

He doesn’t look girly either
Though he sometimes says he does
But not even mighty Caesar
Could predict how great he was.

I hope one day he sees
That true strength doesn’t depend
On how success you seize
But rather how you bend.

[140/500]

Sofi

I don’t want to be mad at my sibling
My heart knowing it’s not her fault
But my mind still whispers something
That says she caused this assault.

Sofi is my sister dear
And is like me a lot
But I wish she would’ve stayed clear
Of the magical beings she sought.

She put a target on our backs
And so I was easy prey
For the Little People and their facts
When from beaten path I stray.

They took my mind and broke it
And Sofi too paid a price
For falling into the pit
Of magic used to entice.

I wish I could just let it go
And smile like it just doesn’t matter
But Sofi makes my mind not know
Who I am and I turn into tatters.

I don’t wanna be mad at my sister
And I really do love her you see
But in the back of my mind is a whisper
“if she hadn’t gone forth you’d be free.”

[166/500]


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A Song to Glorify Nature
By Hayyel Awinita
(can be sang however one likes)

All of nature cheers my heart
And calls to my own soul
A yearning I can never part.

The soft dissonance of rain
The quiet patter of a million feet
Against the window pane.

Stars are hidden by the clouds
But still are shining though unseen
Parted by their weather shroud.

I also like to walk the meadow
As bare feet meet the earth
To bird song sweetly echoed.

I am Tsalagi, one with nature
Raised on life’s good graces
My thirst’s quenched by the mighty glacier.

I sing the songs and dance the dance
Of ancestors and beasts
My heart unfolded in a sweet melodic trance.

So few can see the world I know
Filled with magic and connections
A world to outsiders never shown.

My heart beats with the rushing stream
My eyes glow with the caracal
And nature doesn’t care about reality or dream.

[178/500]
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Other Required Art:

Wing Design - By CeruleanRush
Headshot - By CeruleanRush


Art Credit:
Family piece - by me
Wing Design - idea by me, art by CeruleanRush

Username: Temperance.

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[bullie]

oooo <3 cutie reserve with steampunk like wings o//v//o please don't steal!

[Sheer]

Major wip but this little girl is so much love.
I actually might make a site form but this is here so I don't lose the basics I come up with and so that I can mark her thread. :3

Username :: Sheer
Name :: (preferred to be angelic)
Ideas so far
Charoum - Angel of silence - For the quite little angel I imagine her being.
Opalescence/Nicknamed Opal - Resembling an opal in the display of various colors - For her beautiful colors plus opal happens to be my birthstone and I really love how beautiful they are so hey why not. :'3
It'll probably be some combination of these two probably her first and middle name. :3
Personality :: (limit = 300 words)
Relationship with family :: (limit = 100 words for each member)
Required art ::(one family piece, at least three individual; half must be by you, and can be writing or a song for the individual - if writing, no more than 500 words per piece)
Wing design ::(cannot be like Sofi or Demi's, would prefer to coincide with the name; you may have 500 words for an explanation)
Extras :: (any amount, with a final total limit of 750 words; do whatever you would like)

[closet-maverick]

Username :: la nuit
Name :: (preferred to be angelic)
Personality :: (limit = 300 words)
Relationship with family :: (limit = 100 words for each member)
Required art ::(one family piece, at least three individual; half must be by you, and can be writing or a song for the individual - if writing, no more than 500 words per piece)
Wing design ::(cannot be like Sofi or Demi's, would prefer to coincide with the name; you may have 500 words for an explanation)
Extras :: (any amount, with a final total limit of 750 words; do whatever you would like)

reserve

[SkySmoke]

Marking. Possibly to enter, if not then just to watch