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 Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 5:58 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 5:59 am
Ａｂｏｕｔ
Name: Izotz (Iz-oh-tz)
Meaning: "Frozen"
Breed: Kirin/suti (Ice)
Quote: "Go away."
Currently: Being a loner.
Herd: Ha. Nope.
Familiar: Nope.
Personality: Ice needs no describing. It is cold, distant and harsh.
Perhaps it had not always been this way - after all, is ice not water and water
is nurturing and cool and gentle. But Izotz is ice. His heart is ice and he is too
hurt to thaw even the slightest. Ice numbs you and he would rather be alone
than feel the pain. It is hard for him to trust and he will often turn those that try
to get close to him away. Warmth from love melts. He is envious of those that
are happy. Envious of those in love - perhaps with more hostility than he would
like. Two would say he was not like this once. But one is no longer with us
and the other he cares not for. He is ice. He is cold. He is frozen.
Izotz lives a life of solitude. That's how it has been for some time and that is
how he prefers it to be. He doesn't believe he deserves happiness and it's
easy to achieve that on his own. He's a fighter; having developed the skills
with nothing else to do with his self-banishment. Though he is strong he would
never use his skills to attack someone else without proper reason. A knight's
code, of sorts. Rough around the edges and hard to open up. 
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 6:03 am
Ｂａｃｋｓｔｏｒｙ
Let me weave you a tale. A tale of love and hate. Of
sorrow and joy. Of two people who let their bond shatter.
Once upon a time, there lived a stallion. He wasn’t a well-known stallion;
neither handsome nor ugly. What set him apart, was his charm. Elegant
markings ran along his fur and his wit was strong. He sired many children, but
only two followed after him. They were deemed Lahava and Izotz. They
resembled the father the most, and for that, he kept them close. He raised
them to be strong and smart. To look after each other and to enjoy the world
around them. To love and be loved, and let nothing stand in their paths.
He vanished, unseen, a few months after the siblings became adults. This left
Lahava and Izotz to look after one another. They were happy to do so,
enjoying the warmth of summer and the chill of winter. Loving and losing love.
Protecting one another with every breath they took. They were inseparable;
the closest of siblings. As they grew and matured, they learned to rely on each
other more and more. Lahava ate meat at times, and Izotz would help her to
hunt if she needed something soon. And when food was hard to find in the
harsh winters, Lahava would assist Izotz with finding some berries or greens to
eat and survive.
They seem happy, right? A perfect little family of two, making their way
through life. Perfection. But not all was right in the world. One spring morning,
Izotz met a mare. A lovely mare, with a long flowing mane, and colors as soft
as the clouds. She easily won over his heart, accepting everything about him
and loving to be around him. Izotz was ecstatic. Happy. Content. Lehava also
met a mare. A mare with hair the color of wheat and eyes as bright as the
moon. She adored on the mare, showing her different spots that Lehava
thought were far less beautiful than this mare.
The siblings got together, excited and over the moon. They both started to
describe the mare. “She has eyes so bright that the sun cannot compare!” “Her
smile melts my heart; it is so lovely!” “I cannot describe the way her hair looks
in the moonlight!” “She is perfect!” As they talked, they realized similarities.
The long blond hair. The soft coat and bright eyes. Eventually they spoke her
name, only to realize it was the same mare. Shocked, they had to separate for
some time. Izotz went into cold contemplation, figuring out how such a thing
could happen. Lehava went into seething rage, burning with some passion she
did not know.
This is where the store takes a twisted turn. Coming back together, they fight.
They fight over who saw her first. They fight over who adores her more. They
fight over who will get her in the end. They fight for days, nights, weeks. And
this is where the world seems to get turned upside down for the pair. They vow
never to see each other again. Never to be friends or siblings. They are too
different; too angry. They went their separate ways. On the first night, Izotz
found his mare. He told her to meet him in the Aa-wi-u-s-di Plains, and he
would show her what love was. He left then, running to the plains and away
from his foalhood home.
Lehava found her the next night, talking sweetly to her. She mentioned how
the world was a hard place, and she could protect her treasure. How she could
keep her safe and loved in this world. She told her to meet her past a group of
mountains, where a small valley laid in protection. She left then, climbing
through the mountains until she got to the valley where she would live out the
remainder of her life with the mare who shone like the moon.
Now the mare, who was torn between two siblings, did not know what to do
with her life. She was torn between a stallion who treated her like the world
and a mare with more passion for her than life itself. She found herself
wandering the forests between the plains and the mountains, uncertain which
way to take herself. What if she went the wrong way? What if she regretted
this choice for all her days? The questions were taken from her though, as
death struck quick on the claws of another. Skinwalker territory was not far
from the forest, and she was taken down quickly.
By the time the siblings found their way to the forest, struck by worry, all that
remained was a trail of blood and the smell of death. Struck by despair, they
ran into each other once more. They blamed each other, claiming it was their
fault and that she would be alive right now had it not been for the fact that
Lehava moved to the mountains, and Izotz to the plains. Angered and pained,
they spat words of hate and despair. They parted once more, vowing to attack
the next time they ran into each other.
Our story ends here, for now. But what of the rest of their lives? Will Lehava
ever feel the fire burn in her soul again? And what of Izotz? Will he be able to
break the cold he feels in his heart? If you wish to know more, come back
another night, my friends. For the night is growing long, and I tired. Off to bed
with you, friends. We shall continue the tale of Lehava and Izotz, the feuding
siblings, another time.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 6:03 am
ＬｏｃａｔｉｏｎCURRENT LOCATION
Map by Mindsend. Click for larger version.
Teepee:Wordswords
Territory: Wordswords
Travel Routes: Wordswords.
Frequented Locations: Words words.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 6:04 am
ＦａｍｉｌｙFamily Tree
Relatives
Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: Lehava,
Paternal Grandparents: Unkown
Maternal Grandparents: Unknown
Aunts&Uncles: None.
Cousins None.
Own family
Mate:
None
Children:
None
Children-in-law:
None.
Grandchildren
Not right now.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 6:06 am
Ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ ａｎｄ ＥｎｅｍｉｅｓFriends
Friend: wordswordswords
Enemies
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 6:07 am
ＲｏｌｅｐｌａｙRP color: #78d8f7
Current RPs:
Strength | Athena | musicaloner7
.. Noooope. | Eleanor | The basket Izotz found has popped open!
Blood & Herbs | Ongoing | After an encounter with a walker, Izotz finds himself too injured to go on and resigns himself to death.. Enter a stubborn flutter.
In-Thread RPs
*Link to my personal guild.*
TITLE | Rp partner | status | description
Finished RPs:
Lost and Found. | Solo | In which Izotz finds an abandoned basket.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 6:08 am
ＰｌｏｔｓCurrent Plots
Plot Wordswordswords
Future Plots
Plot Wordswordswords
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