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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 12:09 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 4:18 pm
[Table of Contents]
1......... Opening post
2......... ToC, News
3......... Roleplays
4......... Indian persona
5......... Rilya
6......... Gethin
9......... Gethin: The beginning of the end
10....... Califia
11....... Yalumesse
Last updated: ---
Needs updating: EVERYTHING. Dx
[News]
08.04.08 || We're not homeless! Lazybum aka Kaen finally got together her info and stoof, and teepee was created.
07.24.08 || My. God. Guess who got insanely lucky and managed to win first pick in a flaffle? 8DD Yalumesse joins the growing herd!
05.22.08 || California Dreamin’~… Won Califia in Ameh’s CA trivia contest!
05.11.08 || Happy Mother’s Day – or Father’s Day, in this case. Gethin, a somewhat reluctant father of three from the Spring Event Mother’s Day RP contest, arrives.
03.23.08 || Rilya, my first Soquili, arrives from the Easter Event!
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 4:55 pm
-------------[Roleplays]-------------
Rilya
--- Just another holiday [Rilya and Azhar] | In progress
In which Rilya meets her first other usdia and learns about the... marvelous world of hats?Gethin
---They've flown the nest, now. [Ayelen and Gethin] | In progress
In which Gethin begins to admit that life without his children isn't so great as he thought it would be - though having time alone with his mate goes quite a ways toward making up for that. Water fun ensues.Califia
None yet!
Yalumesse
None yet!
-------------[Plottage]-------------
Rilya: n/a
Gethin: n/a
Califia: n/a
Yalumesse: n/a
None are currently looking for plots, though I’m sure that once I get settled in I’ll be looking for plenty of fun stuff. But PM me if you’d like to RP in the meantime, and if you happen to have an idea for future fun that I really like, we can certainly work with it! 8D
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:11 pm
Indian persona information will go here when I've actually got an Indian persona? For now, I'll just stick random stuff up here so it doesn't look so empty. 8D;
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:13 pm
Name meaning: “brilliance,” Quenya
Temper: Bemused
Cert: [x]
Rilya's a dreamer through and through, whether off in some elaborate fantasyland of her own invention or simply engrossed in the intricacies of her surroundings. By nature she is complacent, easily pleased by small things - but this is sometimes more of a drawback than anything else, as it gives her even less incentive to come out of her shell around other Soquili.
And when around others, this little usdia is inevitably about as shy and socially awkward as you can get. With her abrupt changes of subject and apparent lack of any knowledge of social standards, most would find her odd, if perhaps a bit amusing.
History: History goes here, lalalaa~
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:19 pm
Temper: Obstinate
Mate: Ayelen
Children: Kaim, Mali, and Kearn
Cert: [x]
If you asked this particular stallion to describe himself, you might be left with some adjectives along the lines of “Dashing! Debonair! Handsome-as-all-get-out!” (*strutstrutstrut*)
Likely this tells you more about Gethin than he intended.
Gethin still fancies himself somewhat of a ladies’ man – the fact that he’s got a mate and three adult children hasn’t seemed to completely sink in in that respect. But he’s head over hooves in love with Ayelen, however reluctant he may be to put it in those particular terms, and the rare times he’s tried anything like flirting with other mares since meeting her, his heart just hasn’t been in it.
He’s also girlishly fussy about his appearance, which he claims is because he has to keep presentable so as to impress the ladies. But though he may seem a little self-absorbed, Gethin’s really a big softie for attention, especially when it comes to his family. And he has the heart of a child when it comes to little pranks and general tomfoolery – actually, therein probably lies the problem: he’s hardly grown up at all since his gangly-legged colt days. Some might find this charming, while others might find this terribly annoying. Luckily for him, Ayelen was not one of the latter.
History: From casual remarks it sounds as if he had a happy colthood as a spoiled youngest child, though he’s never gone into detail on the subject for whatever reason. After leaving home as a young adult, Gethin amused himself casually flirting with whatever mare crossed his path – though he stuck to those with a similar mindset, not being the kind of stallion to take advantage of mares who were really in it for the love. Or maybe it was just because he wanted to stay far, far away from anyone who seemed likely to tie him down to a boring sedentary life.
The one serious relationship he had some time before meeting Ayelen, he never speaks about. Perhaps it was partly because of his following disenchanted mood with flirting and life in general that he began to really think about settling down for good with her.
But when he found out that Ayelen had gone and got herself pregnant, the news still hit him hard. He didn’t want to be a father, not yet! Not when he was still in his prime, and had things to do, places to see! Baskets were something that happened to other people – and the three rambunctious foals who emerged seemed at first to have confirmed all his worst fears. But he’s mellowed over time, and now that they’re all grown up seems to be finding himself a little… lonely?
Surely not!
…Hmph.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:48 pm
 Gethin: The beginning of the end
Well, besides maybe a little time to himself once in a while, the freedom he had to do whatever he wanted before unexpectedly falling head over hooves for Ayelen, and above all absolutely no foals in his life...
Though they are kind of cute. Sometimes.
[One of the foals, a male, was added as an extra prize later on, hence why only the two fillies are described in this prompt.]You've been very blessed throughout your life, especially in regards to your family, which consists of a loving mate and two beautiful daughters.
Your mate is currently feeling under the weather, so you've taken on the responsibility of looking after your two daughters. Where do you take them? What do you talk to them about? Do you try to teach them a life lesson, or do you play around?
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How could she do this to him?
Sure, he loved his new mate – at least, he was pretty sure he did – and their daughters had turned out gorgeous, but it was too soon, they were too young. He was too young to be saddled with the responsibility of two hyperactive young fillies ready to gambol their way right off the nearest cliff at a moment’s notice. Life was for the living!
Not for the babysitting.
“Where’re we going, Poppa?”
“Yeah, I don’t recognize this place.”
“It’s pretty, though, isn’t it?”
“It’s a surprise,” he said gruffly. Truth be told, he had absolutely no idea where they were either. But he wasn’t about to admit that, and surely they’d find their way back to familiar territory soon. Right?
Yes, it really was her fault. Mares were supposed to take care of the children, that was their job. But she’d suddenly come up with a terrible headache today, and like the lovestruck idiot he was the stallion had volunteered to take her daughters off somewhere so they wouldn’t be driving her crazy with all their pestering. All he could think now was, No wonder she had a headache.
The trees suddenly ended, and sunlight fell on the dark coats of the twin fillies skipping brightly ahead. A field of tall grasses and wildflowers stretched out in front of them, with butterflies dancing their way from blossom to blossom. A lot like the two of them, the black stallion grumbled to himself, watching them whoop excitedly and crush the foliage with their exuberantly flying hooves – not a thought in their heads aside from how to get from one pretty thing to another. They did paint a pretty picture, though, with the bees buzzing and the birdsong in the air…
“Poppa!”
He jerked, nearly reared to kick before he realized it was only one of the fillies. How had she snuck up on him so quickly? “What is it now, you- uh, dear?”
“I just realized why you took us here! It’s to make an extra-special surprise for Momma, isn’t it?”
“Uhh-”
“Cool, what a great idea! She didn’t sound too good today, did she?”
“No, she-”
“Hey, an’ this grass tastes really good and sweet an’ all. We could bring her some of it, couldn’t we?”
“And these flowers too, aren’t they pretty?”
He gave up. “Sure, have at it. Yes, yes. I’m sure she’d love that.”
Valiantly the two fillies set about collecting, bravely resisting the awful temptation to chomp down on some of that delicious foliage. They might already be a little crushed and wilted, their colors clashing dreadfully, but soon they had as much as they could carry. He had even let them weave a few flowers into his braided mane as well, though he wasn't entirely sure how that had happened. Yes, what a pretty picture we must paint, he mocked himself, hoping beyond hope that they didn’t come across anyone who actually knew him. At least the two of them seemed to know what direction they were going.
“Momma! Guess what we’ve got for you!”
So. So they could think about things other than themselves - once in a while, anyway. So maybe they weren’t quite the little terrors he had thought they were. And so maybe because of them, his mate would soon be smiling at him happily, the lines of pain erased from her face as if they had never been.
So none of that mattered. He still didn’t want to be a father, and would still give up all of this nonsense in a heartbeat for the carefree lifestyle he used to lead.
…Right?
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:50 pm
Namesake: legendary Amazon queen whom California may have been named after
Temper: Wry
Siblings: Oriana
Cert: [x]
History:
Yeah, so stuff goes here. The end!
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:51 pm
Name meaning: "once upon a time," Sindarin
Temper: Melancholy
Cert: [x]
History:
More stuff goes here eventually, I promise. u.u;
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