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 Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 7:11 pm
There is a minion stuffed animal?! Do want!
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:28 am
-Nods- I called the main store in California. -Yes, I truly called all the way there.- They said they were working on one but made no promises when it would be out, or if. They would not tell me anything else but that they would see. Also said they were happy to hear the movie got good demands even from Sweden. XP
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:01 am
Advertising day 10
and huzzah for a deadline!..now i can stop using the excuse of 'meh i have pleeenty of time to work on an entry'..which is my extreme bad habit when it comes to contests lol
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:45 am
I'm advertising 2/1, Day 10.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:52 am
I'm hoping a lot of people were using that excuse. XD
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:56 am
The Siblings
Person playing sibling 1: Zephira738 (has a Juve in S’F)
Person playing sibling 2: FallenThroughMidnight (has no S’F)
Name of Sibling1 (boy): Kunstig
Name Meaning: Clever, cunning
Name of Sibling2 (girl): Moilik
Name Meaning: Tough, hard
Prompt: 1
History:
There were three in their small family. A young mother and her two even younger children. There had been a third child, born still, and the grieving young lioness had buried him without a word to the remaining pair. She was too young to be a proper mother, her second born clearly a runt, barely larger than the one who did not survive. But though she did not have a mate, and had no parent to guide her, she loved her children dearly. The three of them were a very tightly knit family, but while they loved one another outsiders were often regarded at arms-length. No one could get inside their bond, and their mother’s mistrust of strangers was only tempered by her love of stories and song. Her own vocal talents somewhat lacking, she was often bringing her little ones to see performers so that they too might share her love for the gifts of others.
But her worries were noticeable, even to a young cub. And while Kunstig was small and not particularly strong, Moilik was growing into a large female. She took it upon herself to act as guardian for her weaker younger brother, and aspired to one day be her mother’s protector as well. Moilik wasn’t the only one who wanted to keep their family safe though, Kunstig may not have been physically strong but he was, as his mother had hoped, strong in other ways. With his sly plans and Moilik’s growing physical strength no outsider was going to hurt their family. But there was nothing to be done about problems within, and though their mother was quite young, she had never been strong and when she one day did not return from a hunting trip, her cubs worried.
They did not find her alive, and like the brother they never knew, the pair buried her near the den they had stayed in all their lives. They looked after each other now, and the bond between them grew stronger still. The differences in their personalities were acute, but strangely complimentary, and together they could accomplish much more than one alone. They weren’t lonesome exactly, more than happy with one another’s company. But they missed the voices, the stories, the songs. Kunstig had some talent for singing himself, and could remember all the stories they had heard. But after a few months, even Moilik could remember those stories. Now young adults, or nearly so, perhaps it was time for them to see what the world might have to offer. After all, who could threaten them with the team they made?
It was not a scary place after all, this world their mother had tried to hide from. There was some trouble, sure, but what Kunstig could not talk their way out of, Moilik could deal with in her own rather more brutal way. Their confidence assured, they traveled far and saw many, many things. But they were inclined towards settling in just one place, having grown up in a fixed location. They just hadn’t found the right place…yet.
Coming to the Suka’Fumo was like coming home. It was a place full of laughter, of music, of everything that their mother had shared her love for. At first, it was lovely. But when Moilik found that she was generally regarded less well simply for being a female…it did not go over well. Until the pair fell in with the groundlings. No rules? No ‘ranks’? No judgements? Well then, no problems here.
Prompt: (What prompted these two to join the leader and make their way to the pride? You don't need to say, specifically, what the leader said to them, just their reaction to the idea of the suka'fumo.)
It was something that bore thinking about, and that was the truth. Side by side the pair moved, the larger lioness’ steps slowed to allow her runty brother to keep pace easily as they walked and talked between themselves. It sounded too good to be true, what this stranger had promised them. But it was too tempting to simply walk away from.
“Just think! A whole pride of music and stories!” Kunstig sighed, his tail flicking slightly as his eyes took on a slightly dreamy cast. “Mother would have loved to see it.”
“A place of dancing and performing!” his sister purred, nudging her slender sibling’s flank playfully, and nearly knocking him over as she did so. “And welcoming of strangers too.” What wasn’t to like? The chance that this would all be a lie. That this stranger was deceiving them for some strange purpose. Since the death of their mother, the siblings had spent more and more time with outsiders to their tiny family. But the casual conversations would never be more than casual. Trust was there…so long as distance was kept. And if trouble came to find them, then they would deal with it as they saw necessary.
“I want to see it,” the young male finally murmured, glancing back over his shoulder to eye the brightly colored male who’d shared this information with them. He seemed…well. He seemed nice enough. For a stranger. Surely there was little to be gained from fooling them. And he’d had no way of knowing how they loved the music so. “If it is real, I want to see it. I want to go.”
“I want to go too,” Moilik agreed. Was this a trap? Maybe. Would this stranger be surprised if he tried to spring it on them? Most definitely he would be. Her claws flexed in the earth as she mirrored her sibling’s act of looking back at the, apparently well-meaning, male. Was he watching them? She grinned, bearing her fangs in a manner that could barely still be judged a smile. If he caused any harm to her brother, he would sorely regret it. She would make him regret.
After all, they’d dealt with trouble in the past. And this place…this pride… they wanted it. If it was real, could they live with walking away? Probably. But then they would be the ones to regret it.
“Then we will tell him that we will go,” Kunstig decided, sensing his sister’s agreement. He was the eloquent, the one who would do the speaking. She was the warrior, the one who would deal with these strangers if this was deception. But if it was not? If it truly was what the male said it was?
How marvelous that would be.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 12:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 12:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 2:05 pm
All the World's a Stage:Username: Dulcea
SoA's Name: Velia, meaning “concealed”
Gender: Female
Species: Lion – New Rogue
Stage: Adolescent or Adult
Rank: Scholar
Personality: Velia is if nothing else, soft hearted. While in the presence of the noble class, even youths, she often shies away, a problem which she will need to conquer if she hopes to gain reputation as a scholar. Because of how she arrived she still often feels inferior, and will almost always opt to hide away with fellow scholars and lower ranked individuals, prying into every story she comes across. While some train hard to gain respect, Velia seeks her past in the knowledge she gains. It is unlikely she will ever find it, but knowing that does not discourage her. She doesn’t know what will ever happen if a memory is triggered, because she hasn’t yet realized how connected she feels to the pride. She will sometimes get too connected to her best students, potentially even forgetting her place. As she gets older her vision will begin to deteriorate and her passion for stories will intensify.
History: Velia arrived at the edge of the pridelands with no clear memory of her past. She was found by a family of groundlings and brought to the mountain. Because of this she was originally to become a grounding herself, but quickly showed a skill for quickly being able to learn and translate information. As a result she began training to become a scholar, and has already proven herself quite adept in the rank. There are times where she does wish to visit the groundlings, but she has learned her place in the pride and built an identity from it.
Description: White base, light gray eyes. Wing marking like the ref on her back, forehead marking and other CC markings also inspired by the ref. Feel free to change the colors however you think would look good, I just like the wispy/torn/gradient style.
Reference Image(s): Marking Ref
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 2:08 pm
Haha.. completely forgot about this part...
Im advertising
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:55 pm
All the World's a Stage:
Username: Salem_Wingshread
SoA's Name: Castor
Gender: Male
Species: hyena
Stage: adult (or the stage directly before, either way he is either a old "teen" or a young adult, CC)
Rank: Merchant or Groundling (depending on what you think would fit best)
Personality: As his past might suggest he's not always there in the head. He's spacey and will often forget what he was doing.
He is easily distracted and will sometimes walk away in the middle of a conversation (even if it’s him talking). He is a major Pacifist and will do anything to avoid conflicts. He also will try to get out of responsibilities; he tries very hard to not get pinned down in anything. So while he may have an occasional fling he will never become mated to anyone, unless that female is VERY special to him and he trusts.
While you can’t pin him down it’s not that hard to convince him to do something for you when he is unstable. If he is calm enough or forced to listen during an episode he will follow almost any direction, if its simple enough for a child to understand.
He enjoys joking with people and will come on to people or make offhand innuendos to throw people off. He is straight but doesn't mind flurting with males just to screw with them. When he is stable and acting normally he is very friendly and likes making friends. He will never offer to help with anything but he may sometimes just show up and start helping, just don’t count on it.
He occasionally may have psychotic episodes where he sees things, hears voices, and acts in a stumbling and lost fashion. It is only during one of these episodes that he would attempt to hurt or injure anyone.
His youth and inexperience show through in his behavior when he is very comfortable or not completely stable.
His unstable nature, youth and his difficulty not being distracted make him a terrible Merchant (or a very good Groundling).
Occasionally is deeply philosophical side will show through, to the awe, delight or confusion of his audience. He enjoys playing games and will often join in young cub’s games, but if he starts having an episode he must be kept away from anyone that can’t defend themselves.
Due to growing up in the Kizingo'zaa, he has very little respect for authority and will occasionally get in to trouble for not treating higher-ups with the respect that their position commands.
History: Born and raised in the Kizingo'zaa, he grew up doing practically nothing and avoiding any responsibility. He stuck around his parents for much longer than he probably should have, and never tried to really accomplish anything.
Over time he went to greater and greater lengths to avoid being given any responsibility, till it was to the point he decided to leave the Kizingo'zaa entirely. He wandered around for a few months and even though he had gone beyond the land where Insanity was buried so deeply he never truly gained sanity.
One day during a psychotic episode that caused him to believe the color red was chasing him and only the color green could save him he stumbled into Suka'Fumo. When he first got there he had tons of stuff from his travels tied to his body in some way and was called a trader.
Unsure what that meant he just went along with it.
Note: He has purple coloration but his wavering sanity keeps him at low levels, also this history given is only a skeleton and can be fleshed out over time.
Description:
Set: Castor has 3 main colors in his pelt, Purple, gray and black. The purple can be any shade from a poisonous bright purple, to a deep dark purple or a grayish purple.
Changeable: Some of the colors clash and swirl near his eyes and on his tail. It’s pretty much CC, so do what you think would be fitting ^^
Reference Image(s): nope, go crazy. Anything you want to add to make him look slightly unstable would be very welcome though.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:56 pm
I had alot of fun making this character ^_^
Let me know if there are any history issues that must be changed
*bows*
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:51 pm
What a Piece of Work is a Man
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 5:07 pm
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