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[Moxxiie]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username:Moxxiie
Which Taur? Moon Glow Female Centaur
Centaur's Name: Sylmaria
Centaur's Personality:
Growing up with big personalities around her, she was usually the quieter child who didn't want to bring too much attention to herself. As she got older she grew out of that shyness. Once she realized she could sing, her confidence soared and her quirky bubbly personality blossomed.
Any time she performs, she loses herself in the song and puts her whole heart into it. She dances and sways along with the songs, telling a story with her hands and body as she sings.
Along with her musical talent, she has a love for cooking. She still hasn't mastered that art and most of her meals aren't very appetizing but she doesn't get discouraged. She is very persistent and learns from each failed recipe. Any time she has a flop, she will give it another try later. She hopes to one day put together a recipe book. A lot of the recipes she tries are some her mother has taught her that have been passed down through the generations.
She can be pretty meticulous and fussy about things. She doesn't like living in clutter or a mess. She is somewhat of a clean freak and likes to keep her home tidy and organized. If someone makes a mess in her vicinity, it usually annoys her to the point that she either makes a fuss for them to clean it up, or if they have left it and moved on, she will clean it herself.

Centaur's History:
Sylmaria comes from a family of musicians. She grew up learning various instruments but her favorite and by far best would be her voice. She has a beautiful singing voice and people come from all around to hear her sing. It wasn't until she was older that she found out she could sing, and sing really well. She was usually shushed and told to be quiet as a child so she never got the chance to sing with the family. Her family would set up to play in taverns or at festivals and she would play a simple instrument like the tambourine or harmonica.
As a child, her family would travel a lot, going from town to town to entertain and play at different events. This took a toll on her that she was never able to make a lot of friends. The few times she was able to stay in one place for a while and make a friend, it became harder and harder to say goodbye. After a while, she started to wall herself off from others so she wouldn't have to experience that heartache each time it came to leave.
In her teen years her parents encouraged her to start spending more time with other taurs her age, even though she knew she'd have to leave them. It wasn't until she was a young adult that they settled down in one area so that she wasn't always leaving. It was there that she really found herself and who she wanted to be.
She was humming and singing to herself in their garden one day when a stranger was passing by. They overheard her singing and approached her praising her fantastic voice. This took her by surprise because she had never sang in front of anyone before. She went to her parents and nervously asked to sing for them, and once she did they were so impressed that they asked her to be the lead singer of their family band henceforth.

Anything Else?
Her future goals are to write and sing her own songs, as well as to put together a recipe book with recipes passed down through her family and some that she's made up herself.  

[`raze]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: `raze
Which Taur? Naturals Centaur
Centaur's Name: Ophelia
Centaur's Personality:
Ophelia is quiet, studious, and hard working. She attributes everything she has to the stranger with the art supplies a few years ago. She is loyal to her mentor, though tired, of her mentor's habit with the bottle. Ophelia is naive and is aware of this, and often treats others with scrutiny as she determines if she is being played or not. She keeps to herself, much more interested in playing with her paints and brushes than entertaining others.
Centaur's History:
Ophelia grew up in a quiet, sheltered environment. Her family preferred rural life to anything that attracted too many other centaurs and the like. Their village entertained outsiders during certain festivals, which was the only glimpse outsiders had into their daily lives. A traveler left behind their art supplies once, and knowing they would not come back for it, Ophelia kept it. She had no training in art but began to play with the paints and brushes and painted whatever she could get her hands on. Her family thought nothing of it as it was normal to keep the belongings of the travelers - they never came back for them.

The following year during their village festival, the stranger who left their supplies behind came back. She was a known artist, celebrated in larger, more sophisticated communities. She was also, to put it lightly, a drunk. Ophelia had put her art up for sale during the festival, not thinking anything of it, but the stranger saw talent in this quiet girl from a humble little village. The stranger took Ophelia under her wing as an artist, helping the girl escape the boring, monotonous village life she had come to know to aspire to be something greater.

At this year's harvest revel, she looks over the wares and arts sold by merchants and artisans with a discerning eye, taking it all in while her mentor drinks herself into a tizzy nearby.

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[Uta]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: Uta
Which Taur? Warrior Centaur - Common - Fea Line
Centaur's Name: Basequin the Relentless
Centaur's Personality: Basequin might be a warrior, but he firmly believes in the idea of might for right. He wants, more than anything, to do good in the world and leave it being remembered as some kind of hero. Some might think he's out there looking for glory -- and perhaps, in a way, he is-- but his desire to do good is equally sincere. Unfortunately, Basequin can see the world as a bit black-and-white. His views tend not to leave much room for grey-areas, and his good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.

He's not a shy centaur, and is sociable around company. He's friendly and chivalrous, and ever eager to aid others. He's also an excellent guard, and is often found protecting some sort of treasure, or protecting some centaur noble or another at any given time. He is ever a gentleman, and though he does rather enjoy rescuing damsels and delicate gentletaurs, though he might recieve their good favor, he has yet to stay long in any one place once his services are complete.

Deep down, Basequin would love to find a centaur out there where he can devote his life to their cause -- for he is a centaur who, at his very heart, is listless. Outside his dreams of glory, which are broad and over-generic, he does best helping others with their goals and reaching their dreams. He would eagerly lay down his life for his king, or even perhaps some great love, and would go willingly into battle for their honor. Unfortunately, Basequin has no herd to protect, no lover to guard, and no royal to fight for. So it is, he finds himself more or less listless.

When he is in battle, or on some noble quest, you can bet Basequin will be relentless in his pursuit. He aims to succeed, no matter the cost. This can and has caused him to lose friends-- sometimes he gets so focused on what he must achieve that he leaves for long swathes of time; and though he has (ths far) returned victorious on multiple occasions, it isn't easy keeping ties with someone who just isn't there. Worse, Basequin's desire to complete the task at all costs can make him fool-hardy ... he tends to react first and think about the consequences later. This has caused him more than a little trouble... but nothing that has killed him (yet).

He is still a young warrior, and has yet to find much common sense. Still, Basequin's heart is in the right place, even if his hooves get away from his head and take him flying into situations he might otherwise have avoided. He's a good, kindly sort -- and is ready to use his skills for the betterment of the centaurs he meets!

Might for right, after all -- and he plans on being the mightiest of them all someday.

Centaur's History: Basequin was born and raised not far from a herd of great knights and warriors. He knew of their heroic deeds from local legends and tales, and how he yearned to be part of their proud band one day! Unfortunately, his familial herd was small, their village quite poor, and he himself was nothing but a small centaur, mostly skin-and-bones. They would not accept you, his father would say, trying to discourage his son's fanciful spirit. His father worked the fields of the Great Plains, while his mother was a tailor. His parents expected and needed Basequin to work with him in the fields, to help provide for their little family as he aged... but anytime the local knights passed by, the little colt couldn't help but drop his work and be awestruck.

Surely, he would someday be among them and call them kin.

But, his parents were insistent he stay with them and not get too far out of his head. Dreams wouldn't put bread on the table, after all. So it was, Basequin did as he was bade even if it wasn't the life he wanted. He was nothing if not loyal, and was aware that his family needed him to keep his hooves on the ground instead of playing make-believe. So it was, he worked hard under his father's guidance, and accepted his mundane life.

Fate, of course, had different plans.

Tragedy struck when their village one winter night, and it was pillaged by a group of black-hearted ruffians. He did what he could to protect his parents, throwing himself valiantly at the trespassers, but was quickly overcome. He was just a little thing, after all. The ruffians terrorized ransacked the small town -- but just when hope seemed lost, a band of knights arrived from the neighboring herd, each one adorned in silver armor. They drove out the bandits, and returned to assist those who suddenly had nothing. Basequin was among a handful of youth who no longer had parents, and the adults that had survived had little to offer. While some chose to stay with the village, to help rebuild, others were given a chance to join the illustrious herd.

So it was, Basequin was taken in by the knights and their kin, along with a few others of his herd, and his new life began.

The years passed, and Basequin threw himself into his work. It was no longer just a silly colt's dream; this was what he needed to be, so he could stop others from such unspeakable evils. If he could spare others what his village went through, then surely that would be worth it. His mentors were good and kindly sorts, which helped keep him from embracing vengeance. It wasn't an easy life, to be sure, but Basequin had been born with the heart of a hero.

It was only lately that the young stallion was granted an official title, and dubbed a true knight. His name was Basequin the Relentless, for those in his troupe knew when he was put to a task, he never stopped until it was completed. He had always been a driven youth, but now, the world would know him for what he was.

Most recently, he was turned out of his band so he might come into his own. If, in a few years time, he wishes to return with tales of his heroism, he may do so. But for now, they expect him to make an name for himself, and, of course, to live a little... the herd of knights will always be there, after all but for now, he is free to be a knight errant.

Anything Else? He favors his ball-and-chain flail -- however, he is skilled in the sword and shield as well.  

[OneWintersNite]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: Onewintersnite
Which Taur? Archer Centaur - Common - mistalina13
Centaur's Name: Kanza
Centaur's Personality: Kanza has a claim and fluidity about him. He is observant and quiet and can read a room very quickly. He has a steady aim which makes him a great archer.
Centaur's History: At a young age Kanza lost his family. The day was like any other day. Kanza was out playing by the stream, collecting pretty stones and throwing the ones he did not find pretty in the stream. Behind him was the small herd he came from. The members all set about doing their morning chores and such. A rumble from deep underground growled but vanished just as fast as it had started. Kanza, being young, paid little mind to the grumble and giggled as he watched his stack of rocks tumble with the shaking. That was until a rumble turned to a rawr. Plugging his ears he looked behind him to his herd unsure of what to do. The group shook with force unlike anything Kanza could remember and a crack split down the center or his herds camp. Like a mouth the ground opened up and swollen down the whole camp and everything in it, his mother and father included, and then closed together just as switch as it split. Where the camp once stood there was only dirt and rock. Not a sound could be heard. Kanza stood frozen unable to fully understand what had just happened. Day turned to night and he stood unmoving looking at the empty ground that had taken the herd and his family. When night gave way to day again he heard a rumble like before and took off as fast as he could scared the ground was still hungry and back for more. He wondered for many moons and he learned fast that the world around him could be hard and unforgiving. Hungry came first then thirst and lastly fear. He was on his own and his young mind could not remember where to go or who to go to. The one thing he did do was walk. One hoof in front of the other through the lands until he came upon a sister herd, who seemed to know of him or even who he was,though he had no memory of them, and took him in. Kanza was mostly skin and bones by the time he was found. He didn't know how to hunt and only barely knew the minimum on gathering berries. The herd cared for him, fed him, and taught him but he was quiet and a loner to stay the least. He would watch families as if trying to understand them or maybe he just missed his own. No they were gone no need to think of that nightmare, he would soon relive it in his dream anyway. The longer he lived with the herd the more distant the herd grew towards him. He was not sure really why but he did not mind. Those that get close to him die after all. One of the herd's soldiers took him under his hoof though. The shoulder spoke to him with raw authority and a bit of annoyance. "Kolt you can't be quiet forever. Focks round here are starting to think you have evil in you." The soldier glared at him but Kanza remained unfazed. He was used to others thinking the worst in him. He was an outsider and who knew the real store of his herd other than him and he was not talking. Kanza had not spoken a word in the three years he had been with the herd or the one before he found them. "Here you need a purpose and a skill then they will see you are just a quiet kolt with a sad past." Tossing a bow and quiver at Kanza the soldier gave him a hoof to finally live for. The soldier trained him and showed him all the tricks, tips, and more. Until one day the herd's soldiers left for a border dispute. Days and days went by and when the group returned his friend did not. Fallen in battle one soldier told him with a grim face. Kanza stood frozen for a second time in his life as the soldier handed him his friends bow and arrows. Years later he became a top acher, a skill bow and arrow crafter and still quite but a good member of the herd that took him in.
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[Jackariah Beckett]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: Jackariah Beckett
Which Taur? Moonglow
Centaur's Name: Alexirrhoia
Centaur's Personality: Alexi is most often calm and collected. Mainly keeping to herself and her work. She finds company easily kept, she just tends to get bored easily if she isn't concentrated on something. Alexi's favorite thing in the world, and what she is most known for, is her lace-work. She can spend hours working a pattern into a piece and finds it immensely rewarding when a difficult section reveals itself and suddenly the piece takes off with a mind of its own. At first she just sold the lace by itself. Now, with more confidence under her belt she is starting to dabble in making clothes as fashion for the lace to sit on. As well as jewelry.

Alexi has a sketch book she keeps so she can keep replicas of her designs. Part of her reluctance to settle down would be the loss of traded designs. One day she dreams of owning a little caravan she can take from place to place. She didn't care about things such as fame. Really, she hardly cares about fortune except what will fill her bally and keep her hands busy with making. One of her biggest pet peeves is being told she can't do something. With what she lived through in her young adulthood hardened her resolve and keeps her pushing forward. Some might say she has a tad of an ego. Usually the few that have come to know the little lace peddler scoff at the remarks. She is kind and always willing to lend a hand. Just don't expect to keep her attention if you aren't discussing a new fiddle faddle.

Centaur's History: Alexi grew up in a semi wealthy family. Because of this she was encouraged to hone her hobby and love into a craft. Unfortunately when she hit her young teens her family started to fall on hard times. It finally got to the point that her family arranged for a marriage to the son of a friend of a friend. She had been told it would be the easiest way for her to return to the life she had lead and the fabrics she had come to love.

It was not.

After they were married the sins and vices of the son she was married to were revealed for what he was. A drunk who laid around most the day and required constant praise or he would go into a rage. Long story short after about 5 years of marriage he passed away from drinking. She still loved her parents but she could never forgive them for forcing her to choose marriage as her "only" option. Alexi made the hard decision to leave her family behind and travel till she found a place that made her feel safe enough to settle down. She sells bits of lace to keep a roof over her head at night, but dreams of more. Lately she has found a festival she can sell her goods at. If she sells enough of her lace she might even be able to afford to look at the other wares being sold. Possibly some new thread, or even a design she could trade with one of her own.

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[OneWintersNite]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: Onewintersnite
Which Taur? Naturals Centaur - Common - Fatal Irony
Centaur's Name: Chepi
Centaur's Personality: Swift, Addgil, Cleaver. Are the most common words used to describe Chepi. Some have enve called her a ghost. She is so quiet on her hooves that even though she's small in size she can still get the jump on her opinion or enemies.
Centaur's History: Chepi comes from a large family. She is the youngest of three brothers who all picked on her for being so small (or small for a Centaur). She earned the name Chepi (means Ghost) from them though they had meant it as an insult. They would often say she is so small not even a ghost could see her. However she soon learned that it was more of an advantage. She could slip in and out of spaces without being noticed and her tricks got more then one brother in trouble. She cleverly pulled pranks on her brothers who soon grew to respect her as a worthy opponent with her own set of skills. Skills they could not figure out for the life of them. "Chepi how did you get over there I didn't even see you." Her oldest brother who towered over her asked one training. "Well big bro there is more to fighting the "Centaur smash"." She made a funny face at him and asked like a stiff giant walling about the burst into giggles. "Ya ya but strength is just as important." He huffed in defeet. He knew strength was no match for her unseen moves. It was one thing if you saw it coming but he just never knew where she was going to be.

Chepi has a special closeness to her oldest brother, he has been her protector and she has always felt like she could tell him anything without judgement. Sure she loves her other two brothers but with them it is always a competition. Not that she minds if they keep you on point and alert then that just makes her a better skilled Centaur. Though she stands neutral she has no problem teaching the young warriors. If anything she hopes to give them the two sides of the stone look on their lives. Nothing is ever just one sided, war, live, a stone. A good warrior can understand both sides and still make the right choice in the heat of the moment.
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[Artymus]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: Artymus
Which Taur? Lilac Fancy Centaur
Centaur's Name: Shiva
Centaur's Personality: Bubbly and upbeat, Shiva always has a smile on her face. Even when someone is being a grumpy gus, she takes it in stride, and makes sure to be extra kind. She believes that kindness is the best policy, but she's not a pushover. She can tell you to go stick it, and make you look forward to it. It should come as no surprise that Shiva isn't quick to anger, but when she is, it's as if Hades comes with her. Shiva can bring down the heavens around your ears, and woe to the person whom it's directed at.
Centaur's History: Shiva grew up with her dad, a fisherman by trade, who was friendly with all of their local villagers. While she didn't come from luxury, her father made sure to teach her generosity and good will, and to take care of those who can't care for themselves. She saw firsthand how kindness can make an impact on the world, and she strives every day to put more kindness into it. Shiva's father passed when she was in her adolescence, leaving her in a deep depression. While she knew her father's trade inside and out, his passing changed her. She became bitter and resentful, often finding herself fighting with those she once thought of as kin. Sequestering herself, Shiva refused to leave her hut for anything or anyone, and after several weeks, she left in the dead of night. Roaming the wilderness, she came upon a small cottage in the middle of nowhere, an elderly female centaur living alone. By then, Shiva was too thin and malnourished, having subsisted on what meager mushrooms and berries she found while foraging, and collapsed on the elder's doorstep. The elderly taur took her in, helping her regain her former strength, and in that time, Shiva began to remember the lessons she'd been taught. She found solace in talking about her father, and the many happy memories they shared, surprising herself by laughing at a funny memory. Once her strength, and former cheer were regained, Shiva bid her new friend farewell, and continues to travel out to check on her a few times every moon cycle.
Anything Else? <3  

[Fatal Irony]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: Fatal Irony
Which Taur? Moon Glow
Centaur's Name: Ristenne
Centaur's Personality: A bit of a bawdy lass, Ristenne enjoys the occasional ribald anecdote or joke and has a particular fondness for songs of a lecherous nature. It's all in good fun and for the smiles and laughs it brings to herself and her customers. She sings while she works - loudly and not always in tune. She is a centaur who enjoys life and finds something to be joyful about in every situation she can. She's a giving soul who only wants to see others be happy. She's fiercely supportive of other centauresses and is the greatest hype-woman for anyone stepping through her shop's doors. If you don't leave her shop feeling like the baddest b***h around she has failed in her job. She's an honest centaur and sometimes can be a bit too blunt for her own good but she is loyal and fiercely protective of her friends and family. She is a great holder of secrets and secretly loves to hear everyone's drama, even if she doesn't want to get involved. She just is interested in others' stories and always has an ear for anyone wanting to unload their burdens.
Centaur's History: Her family are butchers, but Ris has a bit higher tastes. She struck out on her own to create a clothing shop that specializes in hand-embroidered bodices, among other wares and clothing items. Her family doesn't understand her love of fashion, but Ris continues to try to help them see how much fashion can influence someone's mood and even their success. Aside from her specialty bodices and fashionable wares she also dabbles in basic leather armor (because she thinks it's beautiful) but she is a novice in this skill yet. She hopes to one day marry the leather armor aspect of her passions with the fashionable side, perhaps making bodices that are both beautifully intricate and functional as protection.
Anything Else? I'd love to make a shop thread for her to sell her wares out of.  

[irishgirl1017]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: irishgirl1017
Which Taur? Archer
Centaur's Name: Caderyn

Centaur's Personality: He comes off as very quiet, unassuming and easily manipulated but that is not the case. He is very calculating, observant and above all intelligent. He pretends ignorance but in reality, is the complete opposite. He has alot of good qualities such as he is truthful, helpful, loyal, hardworking, will protect those he cares about without hesitation and above all his word is his bond. He does not go back on his word once said, he would rather die first. He has his reasons, and they are vaild.

Centaur's History:

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He never knew his family as he was raised by a local merchant. The life he had was not easy when he was growing up, constantly moving from place to place as was the business his adopted father was in. A routine was quickly developed, and he stuck to it. As he grew so did his strength and he was able to handle most of the workload himself which allowed his adoptive father's profit to be higher due to not having to employ a fellow centaur to help with his daily list of things needing to be done.

Which became crucial when his father became sick. He took over the business until the untimely passing of his father broke him to the point of, he could not continue to carry on in his father's stead. Instead, he sold off the wares to other merchants and took up his other passion, the bow. His bow became almost attached to his hand, he carefully crafted it through trial and error. He learned how to make it more supple, stronger and lighter the arrows as well. He had a friend of his father's make him a quiver and a brace to attach to himself, so it was always at the ready.

His bow is an extension of himself, and he values it. Hunting is a keen and physically demanding way to live, yet he relishes it. He has the freedom of travelling anywhere he wants, live anywhere he wants, and it is his life to live.

This is how he has ended up at this place and time. Looking about he notices a lively mix of festivities for him to partake in. Decisions as to where to start first. Slowly taking the sights in, the air smelled heavenly, and he realized he was famished. Food was the first order of business. There were all types of delicious choices, he wanted to try each dish but that would be considered greedy. Walking around some he decided on a delicious meat stew with some dark brown bread. It was the usual food he was accustomed to and he knew he would enjoy the flavors.

As he approached to ask for a nice hearty bowl, a seller of wine appeared just out of the line of his vision. "Utterly fantastic" he mutttered. "Drink the one thing I do not need and here it is within my sight" he sighed. Coping with the loss of the man who loved him like a son he began to drink and heavily. He drank so much he could not even move some days, he slept where he drank.

Other days it was waking up by water, in someone's home he did not know, outside of a tavern, on a cold road or even awakening to the sound of animals and the sight of trees everywhere he looked.

Drink was his vice; he did drink when he was younger, but his adoptive father put a stop to that quickly although he still drank without his father's knowledge. He learned how to appear as if he had not touched a drop. This deception was the only time he has ever lied in his life, and it has wounded him deeply. His father had faith in him he stopped, and he did, but it took time one thing his father did not want to give him.

Each day he worked at drinking less and working harder. Eventually the time came when he could function fully without anything but cool refreshing water to drink to sustain him on those long days toiling away under the hot sun.

His father would praise him for all his hard work, and he wanted so desperately to tell his father he was still not able to stop fully drinking but the words would not form. His throat would feel dry like a lump was there. He swallowed the would be said words and kept them to himself.

Shaking his head to clear the buried memories of his lie and the pain he felt he decided to partake in the food and found a merchant who had a water barrel and asked if he could have a drink of just water. She looked at him and said "Of course you may. I will fill for you" and she handed the tall cool cup to him. He smiled and said "Thank you I appreciate this" she smiled and walked off to help another Taur who wanted something to drink.

Looking around he found someone to rest while he ate, and he relaxed and enjoyed the atmosphere. He saw younglings running about laughing, young couples walking side by side holding hands and giggling, male and females scurrying carrying all sorts of things for their profession and of course he saw those who was watching everything and everyone. That raised his hackles, but he let his face feign ignorance and continued eating with a unhurried movement. He kept his gaze moving about as if just not paying attention, but he was very much so.

A movement made his mind react and he suddenly recalled a memory one he did not like to relieve.

Waking up cold, he stretched his arms as they felt cramped and wet. He was groggy and lightheaded, and he knew he drank to much the night before. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to focus to see where he was and to his shock and dismay had no clue. Everywhere around him was nothing but trees, bushes and flowers. He heard water rushing so he knew a stream was nearby. Struggling to his feet and swaying with the movement he felt queasy, but it passed quickly. He moved towards the sound and saw the stream was not to far off from where he had lain. Reaching for his waterskin in his bag he was surprised it was not there. He looked down no bag, he instinctively reached for his bow that was always tied to his quiver and it was missing as well. Panicking he moved his hand on his hind quarter and nothing was there. His quiver, arrows, glove and bow were gone! He became enraged in a instant.

Shouting at the top of his lungs "Someone has robbed me! I will make them pay!" with that he began to run but he stopped himself. First, he knew he had to retrace his steps of the night before. Since he was facing a specific direction, he traveled in the opposite and began to walk. After the sun had set high in the sky he came upon a small village that was bustling with activity.

He focused his attention oin each building, and everyone passing by hoping to see a familiar face. He had the sense he had been here as one female was staring at him in what can be said as fear. He casually walked on by her and waited for her to pass by. He stepped in front of her and asked if she knew him and how. She seemed reluctant to speak to him and he pressed the matter by saying "Look I don't care for what was in my supply bag. All I want is my bow, quiver, arrows and glove they mean everything to me. Those items as silly as this may sound is what kept me going each day and I must have them returned to me" She hesitated again but her eyes were darting about evidently looking for someone. Her reluctance grew when several males came into view from the tavern just up the way from where they were standing. He said to her "I thank you for pointing me in the direction of where to get a good mean and drink you have been most helpful" and walked off in a unhurried manner. He pretended not to notice the males watching him as he walked past and straight into the tavern.

Taking in the sights around him he tried to recall just where in this place he was and who he spoke to. When he drinks, he becomes friendly maybe to friendly to some and a jerk to others. Maybe someone took exception to his change in moods between those he meets and decided to teach him a lesson. Narrowing his gaze, he felt an instant recognition of one male in particular but did not know why. He pondered on all the reasons why he would possibly know this male he seemed like the disreputable type which made him very uneasy.

Moving around slowly he wanted to blend in but had no way to pay for his drink, so he found a spot to watch and wait. The male he was observing got very antsy and decided to leave within a few minutes of his arrival. Not wanting to tip his hand just yet he waited about 5 minutes before he to left and followed after him. There were only 2 directions he could have gone, and he had a feeling he knew which way the male went. Setting off towards the West he followed slowly making it appear he was travelling not following. He would stop occasionally to gaze about in the wonder of the area he was in as i he never seen it before which in all honesty probably not, but he couldn't recall. There was a polished rock that was at the base of a tree just off the side of the path he travelled, taking a short rest and to anyone observing he was doing just that but in reality, he was waiting. He needed a sign he was on the right track; patience was not something he had but he knew this time it was necessary.

He had to bide his time it would not happen in a day; this would take planning. He decided to appear to be taking a nap, so he shut his eyes and listened. He stayed that way for what felt like half a day when he opened his eyes the sun had lowered in the sky. He still had daylight so off he went. Prodding along he was lost in thought in appearance only his mind was fully on where he was and what may be lying in wait. A few areas with some small buildings came into view. It appeared as if several families had made their home there. Nothing seemed familiar to him but he was certain he went in the same direction as the male.

Stopping jusr before he would be seen he looked around for any sign he was in the right place. Nothing absolutely nothing. He sighed and decided to wait to be sure since he would not be able to return quickly. He found a small area that had some bushes to hide him and be comfortable enough to settle in to sleep. He wistfully thought of food and drink but that is what got him in this blasted trouble to begin with. Muttering under his breath he waited.

He awoke with a crink in his neck so he massaged it out and began to move stretching out his legs. It was early in the morning, the mist was a haze covering the floor of the forest he was lying in. It smelled fresh like a cleansing rain had passed through but he was not wet. The flowers were all dewy and sweet smelling, the birds where chirping and he felt a change in the air as if this was going to be a good day.

Trotting out he walked slowly and was pleasantly surprised to see several males outside doing menial labor. Females were doing chores such as tending to the animals, clothes and one was cooking over a large fire. It smelled so good his stomach grumbled. She must have heard as she looked up and smiled "There is plenty but before you eat can you help with the chores" she nodded towards where the males were working. Nodding he walked over and offered his assistance they agreed. This group seemed to be very pleasant and open minded about strangers.

Getting into a comfortable rhythm the work did not take long before it was completed, and the males broke their fast. He was grateful they shared their food and water with him. He was asked questions which he answered as honestly as he could. He felt as if he could trust these males, so he told them why he was there and one nodded. "I know who may know where your items are but first, I must have your word no violence here near our families" with that he agreed.

He motioned for him to follow, and they made their way to a very small, thatched hut and inside was a youngling and a older male. The young one upon seeing him his eyes got very wide and he seemed frightened.

The male who brought him there simply said "Where is his things? This is the male who items you have although you did not steal them you kept them instead of returning them to him" "You knew there was a stranger in the next village, and you did not even attempt to rectify the issue you made it worse"

The young male hung his head in shame. 'i agree with your words there is no words to express my sorrow and I sincerely do hope you can take my words and forgive me. I needed a bow to hunt with as my grandfather is unable to provide so I must. The items I found were strewn on the side of the road as if they either fell or was thrown. I should have known better, but I took them home" They have been good to me, but they are not mine"

Standing up he made his way over to a small chest and pulled out his bow, quiver, arrows and glove. "Please forgive my foolishness for I am young and still learning" with that he nodded his head and held out his belongings.

Taking them gently he decided to speak from the heart. "I understand the need of why you kept them, these mean everything to me" "I could have made another bow and arrows, traded for a quiver and glove but in all honesty, it is not the same"

Tossing a idea around in his mind, he asked the youngling if he would like to learn to make a bow and arrows. He smiled very wide and answered "Yes I would like that very much if my grandfather allows it" looking over and awaiting a answer.

His grandfather nodded in consent and off they went to gather the materials and over the next several weeks Caderyn showed this youngling how to make his bow and arrows. He also told him how to acquire a quality quiver and glove. They did have items to barter and would be able to obtain one and they did just that.

Suddenly he snapped ot of the memory just as quickly as it began. Looking around he noticed nothing amiss and settled back in and relaxed.

Anything Else? Sorry its so long I had fun with this one and wanted to write more.  

[irishgirl1017]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: irishgirl1017
Which Taur? Naturals Centaur
Centaur's Name: Liadan

Centaur's Personality: In all honesty if any Centaur could say they have the perfect daughter it would be her parents. Her personality is infectious, as is her laughter. She is always smiling, singing and in a good mood. It takes a lot to make her unhappy, she sees the good in everything and everyone. As the saying goes she wears her heart on her sleeve for all to see. Always ready to listen to someone's woes and sorrows, lend a shoulder to cry on or her opinion on a variety of subjects. Those who know her say she is as sweet as the treats she bakes.

Centaur's History: She grew up in and around her father's tavern. When she was little he expanded the kitchen area so her mother would have extra room to cook, bake and keep a close eye on her. Whatever her mother desired her father gave. Their love is a very special one.

As she grew she realized she had a gift of baking. She would take ingredients and with her mother's permission and under her watchful eye would attempt to make something edible and delicious. Eventually her baked goods became a staple in the tavern before her 12th birthday. Those in her village would come early in the morning to get freshly baked goods from her and she thoroughly enjoyed it although it was exhausting work.

Now that she is an adult her father begrudgingly allows her to come into the tavern to deliver the food orders to the patrons. Some of his customers are on the rougher side and get a little handsy but he knows she can handle them. It is a respect thing with her father, so she dutifully does as she is told and does her duties quickly and efficiently spending as little time as possible in the tavern.

She is observant to her surroundings, but she tends to feign ignorance to the point of almost airheadnes to most of the male customers in her father's tavern. Most of them are just grumpy from traveling long distances, or just mean. Every now and then a male will come in and she instantly becomes very wary and uncomfortable. Those her father serves she refuses, and her father respects her wishes.

She has been saving to fulfil her dream of opening a small kitchen of her own and bake and make easy food for travelers with families.

Anything Else? Had fun with this one.  

[Mika_Yumi]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: Mika_Yumi
Which Taur? Naturals
Centaur's Name: Diphe
Centaur's Personality: Diphe is a quiet, soft-spoken lady who seems able to blend into the background of just about any situation. She enjoys company, but she'd rather observe circumstances than be involved in them most of the time; it's not that she doesn't have a jovial spirit, it's just that she's perfectly content to watch others living to their full enjoyment, brimming at the edges, rather than pushing her own limits. She loves to listen to stories -- sometimes reading them, but largely preferring to hear someone else read them out loud to her or tell her their own, which is her favorite accompaniment to her work. She doesn't exert herself often -- she has tried to do so enough times by now to know that she'd rather stay in her comfort zone than push it and regret it later if she found a breaking point.
Centaur's History: Diphe was born with stunning bright eyes that everyone was sure would mellow out as she grew up. As years went by and they remained as bright as the sunniest days' skies, her father would often joke that she might even be able to see into the future. As it would eventually turn out, she did have special eyes, but what they saw more than others was the details in her surroundings, not the future. While other young 'taurs would be chasing each other through the fields, Diphe would be sitting beside the flowers, watching the insects crawl over their leaves, observing the shimmer in their petals as they swayed in the sunlight. Everyone complimented her attention to the smaller details, adored her unique perspective, but eventually her parents began to fret that she was not socializing as well as she should, that she was missing out on the bigger games that the others played. When they encouraged Diphe to play with the others, she assured them that she was perfectly content to watch the others, and that she was more than able to still enjoy their games and the stories they played out as she listened and watched.

As it would turn out, this was somewhat a blessing in disguise. When Diphe did push herself to run alongside the others one day, she tripped and took a fall that should have been rather minor; unfortunately, it was in fact quite troublesome for her. Her legs were badly bruised and scraped, one of her kneecaps had been knocked out of place, and those who came to help her in the healing process noticed that it was taking her a good deal longer than it otherwise would have to come back to right. She slept for two full days in her recovery, and moved very slowly for a few weeks after as her body reserved her energy for the healing process. Ultimately, it would be decided that she just wasn't up to the activities that the other youngsters were. Diphe had always been rather small, despite having rather average-sized parents, and it became clear after her accident that this might be linked to some other health issues. She didn't have the energy and stamina that the other children did, and she seemed to lack their strength as well. Her interest in observing the others and paying attention to her interest in smaller-scaled adventures, like those of a beetle munching on leaves, was in part due to her own realization of these things, but was also simply what she was happier to do.

So, as she grew, Diphe continued to stick to the side-lines. Often other 'taurs would swap out of the roughhousing to sit with her for a time and keep her involved in the fun and games, but even when everyone was involved, they would stay close enough for Diphe to be looked after and happily witnessing their stories and memories. She picked up a few pastimes of her own to keep her hands busy, often braiding grass crowns for the others, sometimes building tiny landscapes out of the bark and rocks and flowers she sat amongst. As she grew up, she would bring other projects -- sewing eventually became a favorite, embroidery in particular, and so was her future occupation found.

As they grew, many of the others of her generation would leave home and travel. Her parents worried that she, too, might feel the need to find her own adventure, but instead Diphe remained content to stay home. So many of her friends would return and tell her their stories from abroad between their travels, and as they spoke, she would stitch. Diphe found that she enjoyed finding ways to embroider their stories into cloth that they could bring with them, mementos to keep with them as they continued their path through life. Eventually, everyone would come to her for a sash or shirt or jacket to be imbued with their happiest stories, and Diphe was always happy to hear more about their joys...
Anything Else? Diphe needs to eventually find her own adventure, once she realizes that she's perfectly capable of it, and perhaps with a little assistance... <3  

[Mika_Yumi]

The Who's Who of the Chimereid Isles

Username: Mika_Yumi
Which Taur? Moon Glow
Centaur's Name: Moorna
Centaur's Personality: Moorna is empathetic, and adaptable. She can pick up on the energy around her and generally figure out how to match everyone so that she's making as little disruption as possible to the environment. She is almost always humming or whistling, and even when she isn't it's usually because she's listening to another melody around her and learning how to recreate it. Sound is her most important ally. She doesn't often like to be alone, preferring to live in a community and often hoping to find the nearest gathering of 'taurs whose company she can enjoy, and hopefully heighten; if no gathering is available, Moorna will find some other distraction rather than be left alone with her own thoughts for too long...
Centaur's History: Moorna's mother says she was born to sing, that even her cry was melodic. This might be an exaggeration, born out of sheer love and adoration, but Moorna will probably never know as the one other person who could testify to this fact has since passed away (and even if he hadn't, he'd probably be in on the story anyway). Whatever the case, Moorna can't remember a time when she wasn't humming or whistling or singing her way through life. She would hear the birds and respond, hum a sweet tune to try and lure a scared animal out of hiding, sing lullabies to the other children when they couldn't sleep. After her father passed away, she avoided singing for a while, afraid to disturb her mother even more than the immense loss already had; one day, while tidying their home a bit, she forgot herself and found that she was humming only after her mother made a comment.

"I love your humming," she'd said, eyes still slightly gazed and fixed on some far-off image beyond their immediate surroundings, "You've not been singing so much lately..."

"I'm sorry, mother, I didn't realize... I'll stop now, so you can be in peace." This comment finally drew her mother's eyes, looking a bit startled and concerned.

"No, darling, please keep singing. I've missed your voice. I'd never want you to stop singing, it is such a joy... Please, it soothes me." And so, Moorna continued to hum, and never really stopped.

Singing is the way she moves through the world, the way she keeps herself sane, and she's been glad to find that it pleases more than just her mother's ear. Moorna will sing for any occasion, sad tunes for the downtrodden, cheerful notes for the energetic, lofty notes for the dreamy... She sings folksongs, or her own creations, whatever it is that someone requests. As long as she can assist someone in moving through their moment, her sing-song goals are achieved.
Anything Else? Running out of time, so can't be quite as eloquent as I would hope... I believe Moorna may have a lot to work through regarding death and the process of grieving, and I hope she might even become comfortable enough someday to work with death in a more hands-on way at some point, though I'm not entirely sure in what compacity... <3