-Flying
-Hoarding trinkets
-Handing out gifts
-Seeing new places
-Sunsets (NOT mornings)
-Sunbathing
-Swimming
-Falling
-Endless questions
-Pushing for an answer
-Being too busy to do crafts
-MORNINGS!
-Winter! TOO cold!
-Cats (its a love hate thing)
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Ramoth was born a Seer, and she's a very sweet little visect but a
very strong minded one. She loves to help everyone, and enjoys
watching people become heros, heroines, and successful people.
She's got a lot of love to give and is known to be generous to a
fault, often leaving gifts for friends and people in need. She builds
and creates jewelry in her spare time, and is always intense when
she's working on a new piece of jewelry. She doesn't have a lot of
'down time' but loves her work so much it never seems like too
much. When she See's things, she sets out automatically, to help.
She's pretty much fearless, with a touch of intense joy thrown in
when she's setting someone on a path, and doesn't take no for an
answer when she knows she's right. She's fiercely loyal, and fights
for what she loves. She never backs down from a challenge, and
will often go right through instead of around obstacles like a bull.
She's got a big heart, full of love for everything, and rarely eats
meat as she feels for just about every creature. Other than that,
she's funny, and fun to be around, but dead serious and strict when
she's working as a Seer, which tricks others into thinking she's older
than she looks.
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Ramoth is a Seer. A profession that means she
gets very little sleep most days, and a whole
lot of questions she generally has no answers
to. She's considered a minor deity of Luck by
the humans and visects alike. However, she
thinks she is just a normal Seer, doing her
job, and keeping the balance.
The blood of the greatest seers runs through
her veins, and though the price often seems
high, she still loves her job, and spends her
time searching for heroes, heroines, and
people of valor and honor to help nudge them
on their way or in the right direction.
Sometimes she leaves gold and gems to fund
their quests and get them going. Other times
she leaves armor and weapons for those who
needed only protection to get them going.
She is tasked to keep the world in balance,
not an easy task, but something she finds gives
her a great sense of peace and very few holidays.
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Gender: Female
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 160lbs
Food Pref: Veggies and fish
Companion: Toms, the demon cat with an
attitude
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-Fortune telling
-Finding (as in she can find objects and
living things if you've managed to lose them)
-Weather watching
-Protection spells
-Also, some minor healing charms
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Gender: Female
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 160lbs
Food Pref: Veggies and fish
Companion: Toms, the demon cat with an
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-Fortune telling
-Finding (as in she can find objects and
living things if you've managed to lose them)
-Weather watching
-Protection spells
-Also, some minor healing charms
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Crystal ball: This is significant to Ramoth, as any crystal ball is to a seer, its her
focus to See with. Not that she has to be in general proximity of it to use it, but its
easier to See visions through its glass. It contains her power and the power from
generations past, of Seers. This particular crystal ball allows her to look into the
past of all of her ancestors, making it the most powerful of crystal balls in their world,
and the biggest secret of her family.
focus to See with. Not that she has to be in general proximity of it to use it, but its
easier to See visions through its glass. It contains her power and the power from
generations past, of Seers. This particular crystal ball allows her to look into the
past of all of her ancestors, making it the most powerful of crystal balls in their world,
and the biggest secret of her family.
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As a baby I was considered special by everyone, even my family. The first golden Visect since my grandfather. It marked me
as a Seer, and it meant I'd be succeeding my grandfather someday. Not that he had to die or anything, he would just retire
once I was ready to take over, as the Seer before him had. Now, there aren't many of us, Seers that is, so when we find
another we often take apprentices. My grandfather only had me, if that show how few we are, and how far apart.
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((What is a Seer? You might ask. Well, we see the future, the past, what is to come and what has been, and how it can be
changed for the better or worse. We take this knowledge and we shape it, we mold it, to try and keep the balance of nature
intact. Its not an easy job, and probably why there are so few of us. Oh, don't get me wrong, there are many Seers born, but
unless you study or find a master to study with, you lose the ability to See, and revert to normal. Now, I'm telling you this, to
make you understand things that happen later in my story, the why's of things, you could say.))
When I was just a year old, I began to See shimmers around people, and my grandfather explained them as Auras. Gold for
magic, green for healing, black for death, red for happiness, and white for pain. Yellow for sadness, and copper for hero's.
Copper auras are special, they're people that need something to set them on their path to the future. These people often
seek us out, or fortune and the Sight put us in their path. Meaning, grandpa would often gaze off at nothing, then pack a bag
and fly off to find the source of the copper aura. He would always come back either happy, or sad, depending on the fate of
the hero to be. Sometimes the copper was tinged with the black of death, sometimes the white of pain, and very rarely the
pink of pure love. But, regardless of these things, he was always happy to help them, to help anyone really. And he was
always cheerful and pleased to see me.
When I was a little older and mastered the Sight of auras and other-sight (Seeing the magic that flows in the real world, to
spot and stop blight and evil magic), he began to teach me to fly. Now, our line of golden Visect's is very special. We have no
wings, but can fly using air currents, and our powerful tails to guild us. Now, I wasn't the best at this, and often fell as much
as flew, but after awhile I began to enjoy flight and took off for small adventures whenever I could, which wasn't much since
training was pretty intense most days. It was at this time that I met Toms, my first true test as a Seer and the protector of our
village. But that's a whole different story.
Then began my training to 'find' people, and figure out what they needed to set them on their way. Sometimes it was gold,
sometimes jewels, sometimes just a kind word and a little shove in the right direction, and sometimes it was more
complicated and required actual intervention. I became very good at this. I learned to seek Auras and divine what they
required with the ease of my grandfather, who was very impressed with my skills. He tried to teach me the greater healing
spells, but I was never more than just passable at it, apparently healing magic was where I failed the most, and where my
grandfather was the strongest.
After a time Grandpa sent me out more and more, and went out less himself. Until one day, I came home and his things were
gone. He gave me a great hug, laughed and told me I was the new Seer, I was no longer an apprentice and I could do with
that what I wanted, and then he left. I cried at first, and was lost. I mean, HOW was I suppose to do this on my own? I had
begged him to stay, but he insisted that I needed to make my own mistakes and not always be looking to him for answers,
and then he told me I was taking the biggest burden off an old Visects shoulders and he couldn't be more proud of me.
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Finally I came to grips with it, and though I was lonely at first, I always had Toms to irritate me into a good mood (the little
devil was forever doing mischief around the cave).
as a Seer, and it meant I'd be succeeding my grandfather someday. Not that he had to die or anything, he would just retire
once I was ready to take over, as the Seer before him had. Now, there aren't many of us, Seers that is, so when we find
another we often take apprentices. My grandfather only had me, if that show how few we are, and how far apart.
history history history history history history history history history history history history history history history history history
((What is a Seer? You might ask. Well, we see the future, the past, what is to come and what has been, and how it can be
changed for the better or worse. We take this knowledge and we shape it, we mold it, to try and keep the balance of nature
intact. Its not an easy job, and probably why there are so few of us. Oh, don't get me wrong, there are many Seers born, but
unless you study or find a master to study with, you lose the ability to See, and revert to normal. Now, I'm telling you this, to
make you understand things that happen later in my story, the why's of things, you could say.))
When I was just a year old, I began to See shimmers around people, and my grandfather explained them as Auras. Gold for
magic, green for healing, black for death, red for happiness, and white for pain. Yellow for sadness, and copper for hero's.
Copper auras are special, they're people that need something to set them on their path to the future. These people often
seek us out, or fortune and the Sight put us in their path. Meaning, grandpa would often gaze off at nothing, then pack a bag
and fly off to find the source of the copper aura. He would always come back either happy, or sad, depending on the fate of
the hero to be. Sometimes the copper was tinged with the black of death, sometimes the white of pain, and very rarely the
pink of pure love. But, regardless of these things, he was always happy to help them, to help anyone really. And he was
always cheerful and pleased to see me.
When I was a little older and mastered the Sight of auras and other-sight (Seeing the magic that flows in the real world, to
spot and stop blight and evil magic), he began to teach me to fly. Now, our line of golden Visect's is very special. We have no
wings, but can fly using air currents, and our powerful tails to guild us. Now, I wasn't the best at this, and often fell as much
as flew, but after awhile I began to enjoy flight and took off for small adventures whenever I could, which wasn't much since
training was pretty intense most days. It was at this time that I met Toms, my first true test as a Seer and the protector of our
village. But that's a whole different story.
Then began my training to 'find' people, and figure out what they needed to set them on their way. Sometimes it was gold,
sometimes jewels, sometimes just a kind word and a little shove in the right direction, and sometimes it was more
complicated and required actual intervention. I became very good at this. I learned to seek Auras and divine what they
required with the ease of my grandfather, who was very impressed with my skills. He tried to teach me the greater healing
spells, but I was never more than just passable at it, apparently healing magic was where I failed the most, and where my
grandfather was the strongest.
After a time Grandpa sent me out more and more, and went out less himself. Until one day, I came home and his things were
gone. He gave me a great hug, laughed and told me I was the new Seer, I was no longer an apprentice and I could do with
that what I wanted, and then he left. I cried at first, and was lost. I mean, HOW was I suppose to do this on my own? I had
begged him to stay, but he insisted that I needed to make my own mistakes and not always be looking to him for answers,
and then he told me I was taking the biggest burden off an old Visects shoulders and he couldn't be more proud of me.
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Finally I came to grips with it, and though I was lonely at first, I always had Toms to irritate me into a good mood (the little
devil was forever doing mischief around the cave).
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When I was very young there was a huge problem with demons. I was just a viscling
then. The Village we lived in was lucky, my grandfather kept it safe, with his charms
and potions and his abilities to see into thing, kept us all safe.
One day, there was a ruckus in the village and my grandfather, who'd been training
me, sent me to check into it. I was afraid, I'd never dealt with demons before, and
from everything I'd read they were big, scary, and dangerous, so of course I was
afraid. However, Grandpa knew I could handle it, so I went. I found the thing just
outside the bakers shed. It was trying to break into her shed, I could see sausages
from the butcher, clothes strewn everywhere from various houses, and one very long
fishing line wrapped around its foot, obviously from the fisherman's hut.
"He..hey y..you!" I yelled, trying not to stammer, but my voice got caught in my
throat. It turned around, and smiled, and instead of being afraid, I was amused. His
foot was caught in the door, he was tangled in fishing line, and there was a sausage
piece stuck to his fur.
"What are you doing here? You're not suppose to be here, and look at what you've
done! You've destroyed good peoples things!" I called, walking toward him. He
tugged on his paw, trying to escape, and kept two of his four eyes on me, before
pausing to glare at the door, which promptly burst into flames. I exclaimed and
grabbed a bucket of water and tossed it on the flames, thankful they went out
without needing more people, or things. I was never good at fire magic.
I looked around, concerned, and spotted a red tail peeking out from behind a
trashcan, and snuck up on it. "YOU need to get out of here!" I shouted, he yowled, a
hissing scream and backed up to the wall, tail out in front of him to keep me at bay.
And I noticed he was really skinny, and really mangy, and not at all like a demon. At
least not like the ones I read about.
"I... I don't have anywhere to go..." He cried, curling up, all four of his eyes big and
innocent looking. And who could resist that? I sighed, and thought about it for a
minute. Grandpa was going to kill me.
We got home, he followed me, promising to keep within my line of sight. And
Grandpa only sighed and showed me how to make a demon collar. At first Toms (he
told us his name after grandpa demanded it), wasn't on board. But, grandpa explained
that the only way he could stay was if his powers were locked down, so he couldn't
cause havoc. He even helped me and grandpa make the collar, so that when he left
our village he could turn back into his demon self. The collar was the color of my
scales, with a red red jewel that held his powers in trust while he was with us.
From that day forward he was with us, my constant companion and sometimes friend,
depending on his mood. For all intents and purposes he's super cat like, and does all
the real things a cat will do, though he can speak while he does it. Making him super
annoying when he knocks over cups, steals my stuff and hides it, or lays across my
face when I'm asleep to scare me awake cause he wants to be fed. Sigh. Cats....
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-To help the poor enough to change the world for the good.
-To someday be as great a Seer as her grandfather.
-To create a beautiful glass orb to gift to the next great Seer.
-She really hopes some day she can meet another dragon Visect
like herself, though she knows its probably not possible.
-At some point she hopes to travel somewhere she's never been,
or somewhere untouched.
-That she's not good enough and never will be.
-She's afraid of failure, not that she's ever failed, but failing
someone is just not an option!
-Spiders, she knows its not possible for them to get all over her,
but... why risk it?
-Ugh... so much fear of the sea. So. Much. Fear. Though she
loves the water (figure that one out!)
-Jewelry making
-Sky surfing
-Scarf weaving
-Fixing all of Toms mischief I suppose has
to be added, since I'm forever doing that.
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-Garlic butter shrimp, with pasta and
bread sticks.
-Shrimp soup with cream and spices.
-Apple pie.
-Cherry pie
-Pretty much any pie!
-Strawberry lemon-aid
-Peach Tea
-Any sort of hot tea, though a good Orange
spice is the best!
-Imagine Dragons; Demons
-Meghan Trainer; Like I'm Gonna Lose You
-WALK THE MOON; Shut Up and Dance
-Eminem; The Monster
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-Garlic butter shrimp, with pasta and
bread sticks.
-Shrimp soup with cream and spices.
-Apple pie.
-Cherry pie
-Pretty much any pie!
-Strawberry lemon-aid
-Peach Tea
-Any sort of hot tea, though a good Orange
spice is the best!
-Imagine Dragons; Demons
-Meghan Trainer; Like I'm Gonna Lose You
-WALK THE MOON; Shut Up and Dance
-Eminem; The Monster
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Sun filtered through the dense overgrowth, leaving patchy splotches on the forest floor. Wind whistled silently through the
trees, flying over the land on strong wings. The silence was almost unnatural, as if the whole earth was waiting silently for
something, anything, to happen. A single hummingbird flitted from flower to flower, filling it's small body with the life giving
juices. A Viscet the color of the life-giving sun stepped delicately over brittle branches from the last Autumn. She nodded her
head slowly, deep in thought. She almost missed the flash of red on the side of her vision. She turned her head, already
knowing what she will face. A small cow, a quarter of it's natural size, turned it's head slowly. It met her gaze. This was not
why Ramoth was here, she couldn't waste time! Yet, she couldn't leave the demon here to cause trouble. With an angry
growl, she started towards the creature. It growled, a deep, guttural sound that was entirely unearthly. Yet, it backed off
without a fight and disappeared into the undergrowth. Most knew not to mess with Ramoth, the great seer. She gave a small
nod of her head to the general direction of the cow's disappearance, then continued on. She had other matter to attend to.
A damp, musty smell drifted up from the decaying leaves on the forest floor. They squished underfoot, creating a disgusting,
goopy mixture. It was incredibly uncomfortable. She stifled a shiver of disgust. Now was not the time for such small
inconveniences. She increased her pace until she was almost sprinting through the forest. She watched the sun set on the
horizon. Beautiful, yet deadly. It marked how late she really was. Her breaths came in gasps. The message, she needed to
deliver the message.
A town loomed ahead, unwary of the significance it held over the young Viscet. She slowed, her heart rate calming after it's
mad dash. She slipped into the busy street, finding an empty cart to hind under. She prayed she was not too late. Time ticked
by until Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours. She grew impatient. As darkness gripped the small town in it's iron claws,
she slipped out into the open. Not a person in sight. Her eyes focused in on a scrap of fur lying a couple meters away. She
needed to ask, just in case. To her luck, the creature was a street Viscet. He lifted his eyes up lazily, not a hint of surprise in
his transfixing gaze. She swallowed down bile. Clearing her throat carefully, she spoke. "Have you seen a young boy, traveling
with his parents and 3 siblings. He would be very small, weak even, but you couldn't miss the siblings." Her hope soared.
Perhaps they were staying the night in this very town? The stranger answered, unbothered by her urgency. "You talking about
the Gunserson's? I heard they took a different route to avoid that here storm." He locked his eyes on something in the distance,
transfixed. She let out her breath. Not here. She felt like curling up in a small ball and blocking herself from the world. She
knew she couldn't comply to that demand. With a sigh, she dipped her head to the Viscet in respect and began to move
Southwards. The next town was a good kilometre away. Time to get running. Her feet pounded the dirt in a rhythmical
pattern. The message, the message that would change the young hero's life forever. The reason she was a seer in the first
place. Determination filled her body. She felt jacked up with energy. Yes, the message was worth it.
written by: *Shiveren*
trees, flying over the land on strong wings. The silence was almost unnatural, as if the whole earth was waiting silently for
something, anything, to happen. A single hummingbird flitted from flower to flower, filling it's small body with the life giving
juices. A Viscet the color of the life-giving sun stepped delicately over brittle branches from the last Autumn. She nodded her
head slowly, deep in thought. She almost missed the flash of red on the side of her vision. She turned her head, already
knowing what she will face. A small cow, a quarter of it's natural size, turned it's head slowly. It met her gaze. This was not
why Ramoth was here, she couldn't waste time! Yet, she couldn't leave the demon here to cause trouble. With an angry
growl, she started towards the creature. It growled, a deep, guttural sound that was entirely unearthly. Yet, it backed off
without a fight and disappeared into the undergrowth. Most knew not to mess with Ramoth, the great seer. She gave a small
nod of her head to the general direction of the cow's disappearance, then continued on. She had other matter to attend to.
A damp, musty smell drifted up from the decaying leaves on the forest floor. They squished underfoot, creating a disgusting,
goopy mixture. It was incredibly uncomfortable. She stifled a shiver of disgust. Now was not the time for such small
inconveniences. She increased her pace until she was almost sprinting through the forest. She watched the sun set on the
horizon. Beautiful, yet deadly. It marked how late she really was. Her breaths came in gasps. The message, she needed to
deliver the message.
A town loomed ahead, unwary of the significance it held over the young Viscet. She slowed, her heart rate calming after it's
mad dash. She slipped into the busy street, finding an empty cart to hind under. She prayed she was not too late. Time ticked
by until Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours. She grew impatient. As darkness gripped the small town in it's iron claws,
she slipped out into the open. Not a person in sight. Her eyes focused in on a scrap of fur lying a couple meters away. She
needed to ask, just in case. To her luck, the creature was a street Viscet. He lifted his eyes up lazily, not a hint of surprise in
his transfixing gaze. She swallowed down bile. Clearing her throat carefully, she spoke. "Have you seen a young boy, traveling
with his parents and 3 siblings. He would be very small, weak even, but you couldn't miss the siblings." Her hope soared.
Perhaps they were staying the night in this very town? The stranger answered, unbothered by her urgency. "You talking about
the Gunserson's? I heard they took a different route to avoid that here storm." He locked his eyes on something in the distance,
transfixed. She let out her breath. Not here. She felt like curling up in a small ball and blocking herself from the world. She
knew she couldn't comply to that demand. With a sigh, she dipped her head to the Viscet in respect and began to move
Southwards. The next town was a good kilometre away. Time to get running. Her feet pounded the dirt in a rhythmical
pattern. The message, the message that would change the young hero's life forever. The reason she was a seer in the first
place. Determination filled her body. She felt jacked up with energy. Yes, the message was worth it.
written by: *Shiveren*
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