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Join date : 2018-08-04
Age : 23
Re: The Gate (Official Thread)
Sun Sep 01, 2019 8:32 pm
heremst we go
- It's 'Inanna'! Remember this time, okay? Not 'Anna' or 'Ina'... 'Inanna'!:
Character Name: Inanna
Age: 16
Appearance: In short: like a wolf that hadn't spent a day out of the wild. Tanned to bronze from many days spent under the sun, a little tall for her age- standing even at 5'5''- and strongly built, with broad, sturdy shoulders and lean muscle tone in her arms and calves from all the time she's spent running around and climbing anything that piqued her interest. Skinny, but clearly athletic. Her hands and feet are dry and calloused, but firm. Thick silver-white hair drops all the way to her hips in long, twisting, often tangled locks- a few strands or curls of it always flying across her soft-featured face.
While Inanna's face may have soft edges, her prominent brows and dark, reddish-brown eyes often give off an intimidating air- especially when she seems to be constantly distracted or watching something in the distance. However, when her full attention is captured- even by another person- she turns her whole self towards it: staring right at it, eyes wide, leaning forward.
Inanna detests few things more than clothing that restricts her movement- and so she's most often seen these days in her favorite black tank top- which falls flat and slightly loose against her chest, the spaghetti straps of it decorated with small wooden beads- with high-waisted blue-gray shorts. She only buttons them about halfway, though (the rest would press it tightly against her stomach), but they remain fully secured with a red rope she'll sometimes tie into a ribbon, sometimes leave as just a knot. On cold or rainy days, she’ll pull on a thick forest green button-up cloak that obscures her entire upper body within its wide structure. In addition to being very fun to spin in, the wool inner lining is great for keeping warm even when it’s been soaked through. Her ankle-high hiking boots (the only footwear she’ll ever willingly put on) have a similar wool lining around the ankles.
While unabashedly messy and 'unladylike' (she's the notorious receiver of many scoldings for 'manspreading' while wearing dresses indoors and out- the primary reason she tends to avoid them outright nowadays), Inanna isn't totally lacking in femininity: her two favorite things in the world are a bracelet of big, dark red glass beads (always on her left [ie. dominant] wrist), and a lustrous silver double hair comb-- the former of which she'll almost never be seen without. The latter, she saves for special occasions where she decides to put her hair up. Few will ever hear it straight from her- but the double hair comb does, indeed, make her feel like a princess. Losing either leaves her inconsolably upset until she finds them again.
Background: Though Inanna was brought in as an infant just like the rest of Esmeralda's children, there always seemed to be a hint of "something else" in her blood- and that something has always drawn her away, away: towards the wild. While there isn't much 'wild' in the Great Fields to speak of, she's found ways to wander farther and farther from the village each year starting from the day she learned to run- even managing to reach the edge of the Dark Woods and bring back a treasure or two to prove it.
Before taking on her apprenticeship, she had already been experimenting with various wild tubers, berries, and herbs on her own-- at first, watching the animals to see where they were finding food, then (after several instances of returning to the village with a rash or a severely upset stomach) trying her hand at the numerous herbalism and botany texts available in the village. Truthfully, she finds Corrine- and the scientific method- immensely boring for the most part; but could never wrap her head around math, measuring or writing enough to join Hawthorne's apprentices-- much to her disappointment. Her apprenticeship with Corrine was more a suggestion she rolled along with than a decision she made herself; though her natural curiosity and inclination towards experimentation have lent themselves to a surprising (if slightly unconventional) amount of success.
Though Inanna has never had any particular trouble getting by on her own- her self-sufficiency being one of her greatest virtues- playing by the rules of the village and getting along with her peers has always been a significant hurdle for her. She excels when left to her own devices; but when put in a group, her clumsiness, impulsiveness, and difficulty communicating clearly has often made her a liability rather than an asset. She possesses a fairly limited vocabulary compared to most of her peers and prefers to avoid words entirely when possible- and while not by any means unintelligent or antisocial (in fact, she has a bit of a protective streak when it comes to people she perceives as ‘smaller’ than her, be it in age, size, or presence), her general lack of social aptitude or desire to compromise her plan of action often puts her at odds with others in most group settings.
In her mind, she takes on life in a straightforward, uncomplicated way: if she wants an answer, she'll ask a question; if she's hungry (which she often is), she'll find something to eat; if she wants to go outside, she'll leave- or at least, try to. It’s never her intention to trouble others- and in general, she tries to stay out of the way. She isn’t passive, however: when it comes to aggression directed towards her or those under her protection, Inanna is a firm believer in settling the score quickly and fairly under her own terms- which has, over the years, resulted in a few broken noses, minor concussions, a case or two of a young boy or girl fleeing in the middle of the night from a bug in their bed... and numerous ‘time-out’s-- but once the score is settled, Inanna almost never holds a grudge for too long.
A born troublemaker and trailblazer, Inanna tends to avoid group work or play, but enthusiastically welcomes anyone who approaches her for help or company; and in the face of uncertainty, there are few people as decisive and brave as she... still- some part of her knows she isn’t meant to stay among the people of the village forever. Knowing that, she keeps most people at an arm’s distance, never quite getting close enough to miss them when it eventually comes time for her to go.
Aside from climbing trees and finding things to eat in the wild, Inanna excels at wrestling, catching bugs, and braiding hair.
Apprenticeship: Herbalism
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Join date : 2018-08-05
Age : 27
Location : hell
Re: The Gate (Official Thread)
Sun Sep 15, 2019 6:46 pm
- A real birdbrain:
- Character Name: Akasa (a-KASH-a, sometimes Kasha for short)
Age: 19
Appearance: Usually, the first thing someone notices is the black eyepatch covering their left eye; the second thing is the sheer number of vertical scars on their face, like someone drew raindrops with white chalk. Their face is a soft sort of angular, androgynous, with an easy smile and a remaining eye - dark, dark brown - which seems to see through everything (although they are frequently actually just not paying attention). This is framed by a head of long,, shaggy black hair, thick and voluminous, which would be a lot more attractive if they combed it every now and again. Their ears stick out a bit, and usually have some bauble or another attached with a piercing - a feather, a fang, some glass, a coin...
One scar, like a star, marks the center of their throat. Their body is tightly athletic in the way that those of explorers typically are, with hands calloused from climbing and lots of miscellaneous scars from various accidents.. The middle and ring fingers of their right hand are missing, replaced with wooden prosthetics. They're fairly tall, at 5'11''. In spite of this, and their scarred face, it's almost impossible to be scared of them; even when they're right next to you, it feels as if they're a thousand miles away. Even in the tensest situation, their soft smile is unfaltering. They blink softly and methodically, as if manually reminding themselves that that's something they're supposed to do. ...Okay, they're actually kind of creepy. They really don't mean anything by it, though, promise.
Their clothing is weather dependent, of course, but so long as it's kind they'll wear approximately as little as possible; a shirt somewhere between a crop top and a tank top, a pair of shorts, and, if necessary, a pair of hiking boots. Of course, they'll also take a satchel to keep their notebooks and things in. They tend to keep to this unless the weather is really extremely cold, in which case they'll put on a coat, at least. They accessorize pretty seriously, although the specifics change almost daily as they find new interesting things to try out; shiny rocks, animal bones, sometimes weird looking mushrooms.
Their tattoos are numerous and almost impossible to describe in the detail they deserve. Birds dive and rise all up and down their arms and legs; a wheel of wings and talons and eyes rests on their upper back, an elm branch going horizontally through the middle, finches sitting across it, facing the viewer, almost identical, except the one furthest to the left, which is beginning to take off - and on their lower back, a deer skull, complete with antlers, on which perch a variety of birds.
Background: Since they were a child, Akasa has always been a little spacey. When they were very young, they picked an injured eagle up and carried it to the village doctor to get it healed. By the time they arrived, the eagle had severely clawed into their face several times, tearing out one eye, bitten off some of their fingers, and stabbed them in the throat - completely destroying their voicebox and vocal cords, rendering them entirely mute. However, they still seemed to insist that the bird receive treatment. ...Of course, they wound up receiving treatment first. After this incident, they visited the rehabilitating bird almost daily until it could be released into the wild.
Since they could no longer speak, they started learning some sign language, but they quickly got bored of it and wound up innovating their own version, completely incomprehensible to anyone who didn't interact with them with serious frequency. Reading and writing, luckily, turned out to be much more interesting to them, and they quickly took up calligraphy and, soon after, art. Their eye for and attention to detail was impeccable, although their subjects were almost always birds. In fact, they were basically completely uninterested in anything that wasn't a bird, including things like "bathing" or "gender." When they began doing cartography, it was mostly an excuse to explore and be able to look at more birds and watch them where they lived. They journaled, with what some might consider excessive detail, their habits, diets, and life cycles; which bugs they ate, which trees they nested in, which sorts of twigs they built their nests with, how quickly chicks grew into adults... they often stayed out there so long they would get hungry, and come back to the village sick because they ate something poisonous. Corrine eventually gave them a quick lesson on what things were common and safe to eat, so those incidents stopped happening.
Their observations and accompanying sketches only got more detailed as they grew older, and they even invented their own written language in which all the characters were birds; sentences were written vertically, both rising and falling depending on syntax and context. They were, and remain, the only person in the world capable of understanding it. Eventually, their nature journals also comprised things which were at least a few steps removed from birds - detailed screeds on the different nuts and berries a certain bird might eat, snakes which climb up trees to eat eggs - but things that weren't connected to birds somehow remained entirely unmentioned. They built shrines in the woods they would leave offerings at, and some birds began presenting them with gifts in return, which they began to wear as a sign of respect.
Back at the village, they didn't have a lot of friends - most people thought they were sort of weird, after all - but people would occasionally watch them as they drew or wrote or just... looked up at the sky, waiting for some bird or another to cross their field of view. Often, they sat still enough that children would braid their hair and they wouldn't even seem to notice. At some point, they began drawing things that weren't just incredibly realistic sketches of birds and bird-adjacent wildlife - sequential images which seemed to tell a story, although that story was incredibly abstract and nonsensical. For instance, an image set might involve Akasa taking off their eye patch, the point of view moving into their eye socket, then moving out of it only to find that Akasa is now a bird. Or it might be a centipede being fed to a bird's young, from the point of view of the centipede. Or it might be a feather falling from the sky, only for the feather to turn out to be completely enormous, crushing the entire village. Whatever the case, they gained something of a following...
(On their 18th birthday, they were incredibly specific about the tattoos they wanted, sketching them out beforehand. Evidently, the ones on their limbs mean something in their strange bird language, but only they know what.)
Although clearly capable of being incredibly patient, Akasa has little attention for anything that isn't interesting to them, including most conversations. They have a tendency to be more laconic when writing notes, which can make them come off as rude or abrasive. They like to just disappear if nobody is paying attention to them, and overall, they're just not very social. One-on-one interactions usually go better, but not always. They act more on their whims than according to expectations of them, so they can seem fickle. However, in the end, their kind face isn't a lie; some people theorize that they're actually incapable of being angry or irritated at or about anything.
Akasa is a strict vegetarian, and a talented climber, artist, and investigator. Their hand-eye coordination is impeccable, as are all of their senses (although their depth perception could use some work). They're capable of using a simple grass whistle to imitate most bird calls. They know more about birds - at least the local ones - than quite possibly anyone else. Their memory is picture-perfect.
Apprenticeship: Cartographer
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Re: The Gate (Official Thread)
Tue Oct 08, 2019 8:16 pm
"HELLO! I am back from my morning swim!"
Inanna skipped, skidded, scuttled her way down the wide road of the village, the curled ends of her matted hair leaving a trail of droplets in her wake. Hopping on stones lining the way or wandering close behind the tails of dragonflies and birds, it didn't seem like she was heading any one way-- and partly, that was true: she was already "here". However, she had a certain spot in her mind... and she had to wander a little to find it again.
As she wound around huts, a selection of treasures rattling and swinging on her back: a few bags, a small woven basket... and a magnificent stick she found lying at the roots of a tree at the woods' edge, which stood just a little taller than her. There was a small bit at the top that stuck out, just big enough to hang a lantern or a basket, or let a bird land... She'd scraped off most of the lichen, so it was nice and satisfying to hold- if somebody else didn't want it, she'd be glad to add it to her collection.
With that all thought and done, she found her "spot"- a little nook between a bush and a tall fence, shady, and a few feet deep. It was hard to discern coming in from other directions, and so, after finding it, she'd traced back the slow, meandering route back to it every time since... fortunately for her, time was hardly ever of the essence; and as far as she knew, it never would be.
Satisfied, she dropped her collection of treasures on the grass and sat down such that they were spread out between her outstretched legs, sorting them eagerly. Lifting the lid on her basket would reveal a collection of washed tubers and tree roots, a few colorful herbs sorted along the sides... and from a bag right in front of it spilled a collection of five rocks, some shiny and dotted with quartzes, others flat and smooth- perfect for skipping.
All the while, she hummed- the little kids liked to pass by and examine her treasures whenever she came back, so it had become a policy of hers to bring back just a little extra and set it in front of what she'd brought for herself: her herbs and tubers, of course, all edible and ready to prepare for another adventure. Though, she was hoping to find something a little tastier... a ginger, maybe, or berries... but it was getting cold. The wild wasn't in any condition to be bearing such fruit... she could feel it.
Inanna skipped, skidded, scuttled her way down the wide road of the village, the curled ends of her matted hair leaving a trail of droplets in her wake. Hopping on stones lining the way or wandering close behind the tails of dragonflies and birds, it didn't seem like she was heading any one way-- and partly, that was true: she was already "here". However, she had a certain spot in her mind... and she had to wander a little to find it again.
As she wound around huts, a selection of treasures rattling and swinging on her back: a few bags, a small woven basket... and a magnificent stick she found lying at the roots of a tree at the woods' edge, which stood just a little taller than her. There was a small bit at the top that stuck out, just big enough to hang a lantern or a basket, or let a bird land... She'd scraped off most of the lichen, so it was nice and satisfying to hold- if somebody else didn't want it, she'd be glad to add it to her collection.
With that all thought and done, she found her "spot"- a little nook between a bush and a tall fence, shady, and a few feet deep. It was hard to discern coming in from other directions, and so, after finding it, she'd traced back the slow, meandering route back to it every time since... fortunately for her, time was hardly ever of the essence; and as far as she knew, it never would be.
Satisfied, she dropped her collection of treasures on the grass and sat down such that they were spread out between her outstretched legs, sorting them eagerly. Lifting the lid on her basket would reveal a collection of washed tubers and tree roots, a few colorful herbs sorted along the sides... and from a bag right in front of it spilled a collection of five rocks, some shiny and dotted with quartzes, others flat and smooth- perfect for skipping.
All the while, she hummed- the little kids liked to pass by and examine her treasures whenever she came back, so it had become a policy of hers to bring back just a little extra and set it in front of what she'd brought for herself: her herbs and tubers, of course, all edible and ready to prepare for another adventure. Though, she was hoping to find something a little tastier... a ginger, maybe, or berries... but it was getting cold. The wild wasn't in any condition to be bearing such fruit... she could feel it.
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