Post by Karva on Aug 1, 2013 1:00:47 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/UzbfFDP.png); width: 525px; height: 395px; border:1px solid #dddddd; opacity: 0.9;] KARVA OF THE GRAND OAK  and i don't belong to anyone. basics welcoming to the stage... um, what was your name again? Name's Karva! Don't got a last name 'cause it'd be too much work to think one up, ya' know? Elves don't need last names, anyway.now, this might seem rude, but... would you mind telling me your gender? Pfft, yer silly, man. Haven't seen a guy out here that looks this girly, have you? Nope, I'm definitely a girl.can you tell me your age? birthdate? maybe even where you were born? I'm about fifty-eight years old. Hey, hey, what's with that weird look? Come on, that's still young! Here, let me dumb it down. Since we elves live to be 'round two hundred years old, if ya' translate that to yer human years, I'm practically seventeen. Not old at all if ya' ask me!that aside, with whom do you align yourself? What do ya' wanna hear outta me? Lawful, good? Always do what I'm told an' never talk back? Nah. I guess you'd call me chaotic, neutral. If I can break a rule, I'll do it an' I don't do anything for the gain of anyone but myself anymore.so what's your occupation? got any special skills? I can be kinda loud sometimes – hey, I see you laughin', this ain't even a fraction of how bad I can get – but I'm a pretty good thief if I do say so ma'self. Swipin' peoples' loot all day long. Ya' better check your pockets before ya' go home tonight; don't wanna find anything missing, would we?what race are you, exactly? Arg, okay, okay. I've said I was an elf twice in this dumb interview o' your's. But you're probably like, “Oh, dude, why do ya' have hume ears then, huh? Derpity, derp, derp, derp.” Yeah, see, we Elves don't get much appreciation in the hume's world. They're all, “Hur, hur, it's an elf, let's pick on her 'cause she was stupid enough ta' get kicked outta the Feywood”. So I got these nifty things made by a friend o' mine in the city to help me blend in some, ya' know? Pretty cool, huh?if you had one wish, what would it be? I was wonderin' when you were gonna get to this. I wanna watch the High Council burn. Every one of those snobby, no good, back stabbing high elves who thought they could ruin the life of my only real friend for somethin' that wasn't even his own fault. I'm gonna have my revenge one of these days, Mr. Interviewer Person. I don't care if I have to wish for dragons to come burn their house down, become super powerful so I can wipe 'em all out myself... Ooo, havin' the ability ta' bring 'em back after I've killed 'em would be nice, too. I can just kill 'em over and over and over again. Do ya' think that Adillian would let me have a two in one sorta deal for my wish when I kill my gemina?appearance what kind of clothing do you like best? Yeah, I saw you looking at these clothes. They're gonna be the fashion one of these days, I just know it. I wear this weird sorta red coat with a white, long-sleeved shirt underneath and large tan gloves. I've got black pants with knee-high white boots over them. Okay, sure, I guess some weird looks now an' then, but I think it's worth it!any defining physical traits? I'm an elf – duh, haven't I already said that? - an' a pretty average one at that with the physical traits you were talkin' 'bout. Whatdaya mean this ain't average? This is normal for us females. I'm a little under six feet tall right now. Don't really know how much I'll draw after this, if at all. Aw well.what about the hair and the eyes? So this friend o' mine – okay, enough with these friends, they're just people I know and tolerate – figured out that, if ya' mix some o' the juices from different berries and plants, you can actually change the color of yer hair. Cool, huh? Though, I do have a weird pink spot on my scalp from when we did that. Yeah, I wouldn't try it 'less you're desperate. So now I have this weird, pinkish-colored hair, I guess. Pretty short for my race, too, I guess, since it doesn't even go down ta' my shoulders. It kinda flips out at the ends, too. Don't really know how, but... it works.ooo... what's that mark you've got there...? saw that, huh? what d'ya think? looks like a crown there on my left wrist, don't it?personality some good traits?
some bad traits?
what do you like?
what do you not?
history mind telling me who your parents were? any siblings? well. I had a mom. An' a dad. I guess their names were Myissa and Skeech, but I just kinda new 'em by their first initials over time. M was my mom, obviously, an' S was my dad. Didn't have any siblings. I think had an older brother who died of somethin' before I was born, though, so I guess there's that?anyone else of importance in your life? Don't really got any friends. People like ta' avoid me more than talk ta' me, ya' know? Magnarok was the only guy in the Feywood I would talk to, though; he was, like, my role model, mentally impaired or not. So cool. I wish I could be just like him.now, tell me about your past. don't leave out any details! Okay, okay, I figured this was comin' up sometime. Even if it wasn't written in that ya' had ta' ask the question, I bet you were askin' in yer head, “What's wrong with this chick, huh? If she's an elf, why is she so... not elfy?” Okay, Mr. Interviewer Person, let me take ya' on a magical ride, that bein' the story of Karva of the Grand Oak!As you can probably already tell, I was born in the dwelling surroundin' the Grand Oak. Not much of a what you'd think when dwellin' comes ta' mind, really; it's so big and crowded ;round there, just because those stuck up high elves want a spot closer to that High Councils. Bunch of suck ups are what they all are. I'd know better than anyone: my parents Myissa – M – and Skeech – S – were some o' the snottiest high elves you'll ever meet. All prim an' proper an' wantin' ta' be higher up in rank than all the other elves around them. And when they got higher up in rank, they wanted a son they could dump their wealth an' fame onto when they died. A son that... died, I guess. Never met him. So from the very get go, I was a let down to my parents 'cause I was born a girl and not a guy, ya' hear? They tried ta' hide their disappointment a lot, not makin' me act like a male so I could inherit whatever they needed me to or anything and not usually lookin' down on me for things I couldn't help, but I could see I in their eyes. I'm pretty darn good at readin' people that way, I guess, I dunno. Since they were so high up already, they had ta' be respectable in order ta' maintain that position or somethin'. An unruly daughter just wouldn't do for sure. So they beat manners into me, forcin' me to do what was considered socially acceptable in elven society, especially in the higher ups. An' it never really bothered me much when I was a kid, all those manners an' unwritten rules I knew better than I really knew ma'self. IT was the only way I'd even known how ta' live. And then I met Magnarok. Magnarok was an honorable elf, ma' parents said, or somethin' like that. Or, I guess, was 'cause he didn't look all that honorable ta' me. Apparently, he suffered some brain damage protectin' the Feywood from intruders intendin' to chop down the forest and harm the animals within. He was pretty of his rocker, I thought, when I first met 'im. He was supposed ta' be a high elf just like M an' S, but he acted so... differently for any elf I'd ever seen. He was an adrenaline junky, I guess, was the best way ta' describe him. Lived to do stupid stunts that everyone else frowned upon normally, but didn't care too much 'cause of the things he sacrificed ta' get that way. I thought he was pretty gross, ya' know? Not showerin' every day an' eatin' with his mouth full whenever he barged into our house fer dinner. Thought he could go to the end o' the world an' back without anyone carin'. Annoying as crud for a prim an' proper girl who'd never seen anyone act like that even once in her life. I couldn't hate 'im forever. I guess you could kinda blame this next part o' the story on 'im, too, if ya' really wanted to. I mean, I'd never ever left our home unless I was escorted their by M or S or someone I we could trust ta' look after me and I never would've if I hadn't wondered what it'd be like ta' come an' go as I pleased like he did. So I wandered outta the house. And then outta The Grand Oak in general. And then I wandered into the Feywood 'til I got lost. Real lost. Never thought I'd find my way home. And while I was lost I was attacked by some o' the animals that lived there; musta thought I was tryin' ta' take their territory or somethin'. Now, the funny thing 'bout Magnarok was that he was always playin' the hero and he had kind of a... sixth sense for when things got tricky anywhere in town. But instead o' havin' someone else go hunt me down and rescue me, the brain-damaged man made his way through the forest ta' find me himself. So maybe it was kinda his fault, but he did somethin' so brave I never wanted ta' leave his side for the rest o' our lives. And it almost worked, too! After that, he an' I because inseparable. He was a good enough man that people in town trusted 'im ta' take care o' me, so he'd whisk me away from home or somethin' and we'd go do stupid, dangerous stuff together. Elves are always supposed ta' be lawful in nature, right? Well, because of his mental retardation, he had an excuse to break free o' that stereotype. An' me? For a girl whose brain was still bein' developed and only ever livin' the way others wanted me to live, takin' on a more neutral alignment – bordering on chaotic, even, depending on the day – was like sittin' in a tub o' hot water after bravin' a snow storm. 'Course, while I liked 'im more an' more, ma' parents started ta' like him less an' less. Thought he was a bad influence on me or somethin'. Pfft, the idiots. But that made it all the more likely that they were gonna side against him when some bad news came up. I guess one o' the High Councilmen got offed one night while I was at home, the killer runnin' off and the only witness bein' ma' good man. 'Course, he was Magnarok. He made stupid jokes at the wrong time and had a hard time explainin' simple things 'cause of his handicap. That, and he was the only person in town known to be chaotic enough ta' kill someone if he wanted to. I guess they were really mad that day or somethin', and he was their only suspect, so they hardly had a trial when, instead o' killin' him for his crimes, banished him from the Feywood forever. Guess there were a lot of supporters o' people who, even if they didn't think he'd done it, just didn't like him personally; ma' parents included. I guess I got so mad at 'em then that they stopped bein' “mom and dad” and just... letters in my head. Stupid, pointless, simple letters with no meaning other than to pick out some elves in a sea of elves I don't really care about. Ya' see, I'm very loyal to those that earn it, and no person in the world could ever hope ta' get the same loyalty that I gave to him. He saved me – from the outside world and from the person I was going to become and didn't want to without even realizing it. … Those eggs I'd stolen from a farm some ways off felt cumbersome in my hands when I chucked them at the homes of the High Councilmen. Okay, yeah, it was stupid. I mean, who eggs the homes of the High Councilmen? I was lookin' for a boot up my behind for a stunt like that! Well, no. I think I was actually lookin' for a free pass outta the forest. Makin' those creeps pay, even if it was only a bit felt like a more fitting way ta' go than just walk right out of the forest. Maybe it was outta compassion. Maybe they just really took eggin' peoples' homes seriously. Whatever it was, instead o' giving me the usual punishment fer that kinda stupidity, they banished me, too, kickin' me outta the Feywood until I “proved ma' worthiness” or somethin' dumb like that. The bottom line was that I was free. Out o' the Fey where there were animals that still kinda scare me everywhere and letters that stared me down with thinly veiled disappointment wherever I went. I could find Magnarok and we could go back ta' bein' joined at the hip, just like ol' times! … 'Course... it's a big world outside o' the Feywood. Lots o' people, lots o' things. Findin' one person in a crowd o' hundreds was no easy task. An' when I found 'im, well... I don't think I ever really found the Magnarok I knew. Just someone wearin' his skin as a mask an' doin' a bad impression of 'im. The night I first found 'im, he was being picked on by some humes. At first it was just some name callin', sayin' mean things about how he was stupid for leavin' the forest and pickin' on his mental disability. I hadn't even gotten the chance ta' get any closer when things got violent. If he was the same guy I knew, those morons wouldn'ta stood a chance; but somethin' was wrong and that night, I watched my best friend get creamed while I stood back an' waited for him ta' jump in the air and shout, “Just kiddin'!”. I didn't have any real place ta' stay, but I took 'im to an open area nearby, laid 'im down, and cleaned up all 'is cuts an' bruises. I would've thought things would get better with him by my side. … They didn't. 'Stead, he was dead weight. Said he didn't want ta' live if he couldn't go hope, couldn't see the people he gave up everything for. I told him over and over that I believed him that he didn't need any o' those stuck ups if he had me! It... It didn't help. I told 'im I'd die without him and all he could say was “At least we'll have our families to meet, then, when we do”. I just... I couldn't take it, seeing my friend like that. He wasn't the strong, fun-lovin' elf I once knew. He was... yeah. Someone else wearin' his skin and puttin' on a really bad play. So I left 'im there. Left him and never came back. Haven't seen 'im sense; guess he got what he wanted after all. I told ma'self that I never really did meet up with Magnarok. The person I met was a ghost, a faker, anythin' but the real deal. I “gave up searchin' for 'im” and instead trained ma' sights on makin' the High Council pay fer the things they'd done to us, done to that... that faker I'd found in town. Obviously, I couldn't just prance right into the woods an' kill 'em in their sleep. That'd just be dumb. So, instead, I set ma' sights on findin' and killin' my Gemina. Still torn on what I wanna wish for. Do I just burn 'em? Wish to make me super strong so I can kill 'em easily ma'self? Do the thing where I can make 'em come back any time I want so I can kill 'em again? Dunno. I guess I'll figure it out when I get there. So... That's ma' story! out of character what's your name, sweetheart? leap, again.what other characters do you play? i play paris bayard. C:how did you find us? see paris' app, yo. .3.what's your character's face claim? [color=999999]FLCL[/color] – haruhara haruko – [url=linktoapp]karva of the grand oak[/url]can you show us how you write? something up to date, too! Children were dull.Maybe she should have come to this realization sooner. Actually, there was no maybe about it. Their idiotic, trusting gazes, their dependancy on other humans far smarter and older in age than themselve, their feeling that they always had to belong... It all added up to the same old story for every single one. Of all the young of age people she had encountered, not one of them had managed to amuse her in the slightest. If anything, they were a complete and utter bother to her; something she'd rather rip up, crumple, and toss in the nearest garbage bin than actually converse with. But, of course, there was a first to everything, was there not? This particular child was peculiar - she had come to this conclusion after hearing his breif answers and how he watched her as though it was his only form of communication. He gave off the typical, innocent feel of any novice trainer his age for the most part, causing her to wonder if stalling him out and trying to gain various reactions from him was as good an idea as she'd initially thought. And yet, all at the same time, something gave her the feeling as though there was something amiss. Was there something he was hiding from her? Something he would not speak of but was bothering him? No, neither of these ideas seemed entirely likely in her mind. However, whatever the reason fo her discomfort, she would eventually find out. Few things slipped past Lorelei when she honestly put in an effort. Something drew the woman's gaze to this stranger's eyes. Hidden perfectly behind long, fiery bangs, there was no telling what they would look like. Eyes were the window to the soul, she recalled. If there was some emotion he was not letting out, she would be able to find it there. For the meantime, though, she brushed the thought aside. She did not need to stare at him to find answers. This male was still fairly young - let teens, early twenties, she had to assume - and would be decently easy to play like a harp is she was careful with her words. Even if he was more careful than he was letting out at the time, a slip of the tongue was bound to happen if she spewed a relentless assualt of words, stringing phrases together that would send whatever sheild he'd set up for himself crashing to the ground. When she teased him, completely going back on her idea of asking for directions and, instead, wasting both his and her precious time, he did not react as expected. Silence. That was what she was given in responce to her words. Not even a scowl? A smirk? If anything, she would have believed he had zoned out, his mind wandering into a world she could not follow him to, causing him to miss what had come out of her mouth. She took this back in a heartbeat, however, finding that idea silly and unlikely. He was either unfazed or just thought better of letting her see how he truly felt about her trying to drag out their boring conversation longer than need be. So she stood there, icy gaze raking down his frame as she awaited him to actually speak and prove to her that he had not gone deaf in between the time of the words he had last spoken and her own. "I am no boy." Ah, there it was. Dialogue. Something to prove that he was, in fact, paying attention and had just decided to remain generally quiet for that long period of time. He seemed far from annoyed, simply correcting her "mistake" with four simple words that did not give way to anything else he might have been feeling. Most people usually were more open with their emotions, even when speaking to a complete stranger like herself. But, there were always lucky exceptions to any rule and this particular red-head was one of those very, very few. She could not find it in herself to agree with him, however, responding with a simple, "Ah, but to me you are. If you're not a man, but not a boy, than what are you saying that you are?" She was more interested in what he would answer with than she would care to, but she pushed those thoughts away as well when he continued to answer her actual question. "Ryan," he said, though something told her that something wasn't quite right about this either. "Ryan, you say..." the dark-haired female said, words not as cold and abrupt as the question that caused him to give her that answer. "Interesting. And how did your parents come up with that name?" If he reacted badly, even if in the slightest, she could probably assume he was lying. If not, well... She'd have no choice but to believe his words. Did he have any reason to lie to her, though? The saddening answer was... yes. Yes, he did. Mainly because she was temporary leader of an organization planning to kill off his kind. I wonder if that means this boy will die at my hands... Hm. Interesting. At that time, killing others wasn't exactly one of her favorite things to do, but she had to set an example and, though she didn't enjoy it as much as others, that was the only way she could. "If you're just touring," this "Ryan" boy continued, snapping her out of her daze, "I'm afraid I can't offer any worthwhile knowledge of the sights around here." Hm. Trying to get rid of her already, was he? She watched as his gaze darted from the forest, to the city, and then all over the place. Was he... looking for something? Was that why he was so intent on shaking her off his trail? She tried to tell herself that wasn't a grin tugging on the corners of her mouth. "Not touring..." she answered after a moment, dragging out her words in an effort to waste even more of his time. "If I was touring, I surely wouldn't choose a place like this to hang about. It's much to quaint and peaceful for my taste. Nothing like Veherna City; have you been there? That's my favorite place to waste my time." It wasn't. She wasn't sure if it was anyone's favorite place to spend their time, being as filthy and crime filled as it was. However, she did spend more time there then any other place due to her job. That wasn't saying much, of course, guessing as she travelled around a lot. "Of course, I'm more used to that maze of a place. Seems my sense of direction has packed its bags and left me lost in this pathetic place of a town," she explained with an honest scowl. Speaking of the fact that she was lost to someone, especially a child who was more likely to criticize her about it made the situation more worse than it already was. "Being lost is really an awful thing, isn't it? Especially in a place as small at this." |
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