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[shadowcetra]

Who is Eden?

This page is under construction, the story needs revamping. Forgive me for such a long wait for the change. I hope to get the backstory and information rewritten soon.

Triggar warning: The  backstory contains parental death.

Name: Eden Inbar

Many of the characters in the Final Fantasy Universe have unique names (such as Yazoo, Rude, and Cloud); I wanted to try to stick to that.  Her father gave her the name Eden, in hopes she would be as beautiful and bountiful in blessings, but he had no intentions in her falling into sin like those within the Garden. Eden is to represent the Garden of Eden in that sense. As the story progresses, Eden gradually becomes corrupted with the jealousy and the frustration in her struggle with her heritage and identity, she betrays the Planet and what she holds dear, thus resulting in her losing that spiritual light.

 Not only she represents the fall of Eden, but her story is to illustrate Judas Iscariot, the disciple who committed betrayal out of greed. Ultimately, her story is to reveal that even the most faithful can fall. However, her story is to also show the radical power of forgiveness, how it can revive the dead spirit.

The last name, Inbar, means “Amber” in Hebrew. The amber eyes are a major characteristic of Eden. They are supposed to be inherited from her Cetran roots. From what I gathered, Ancients are known to have earthy traits; an example being Aerith’s green eyes and brown hair. Eden is given amber eyes not only because it is an earthy color, but it also represents her darker motivations. Amber is the color of sap that bleeds from wounded trees; when Eden betrays the Planet, she hurts all that is connected with it such as the people, animals, plants, and trees.Their blood stains her conscience.

Race: Cetra/Cosmo Canyon Native

Appearance: Eden stands about 5’ 3’’, and has medium tan skin from her mother and father. She is also considered underweight due to her subpar hunting skills. She is not always successful in catching food; and with the gritty, bleak world Final Fantasy VII is set in, many of the population were poor and couldn’t always afford necessities. Eden is one of those who struggle greatly.

She also has various scars from her hunts and battles. Three claw marks are seen on her left collarbone; three huge, jagged scars rip over her left rib cage and reach down her side. She also has scars from a bite wound on her right arm.

I based her appearance loosely on the Egyptian and Middle Eastern backgrounds. She bears the tattoos around her eyes and on her cheeks that are iconic of Egyptian relics, and wears three piercings on both ears (a golden ring, silver stud, and silver ring), the ivory fang gauge is seen only on her left ear. Two thin, silver lip rings are on her bottom lip.

There is also a tattoo on her left wrist, hidden beneath her arm covering. It is a small sun symbol with two eagle feathers. It’s to honor her late mother.

Each of the eight thin braids, each braid held together by a gold band. Her bangs are long, angled, messy, and jagged.

The choker she wears around her neck is hemp braided with a gun-metal, swirled tribal pendant that loosely resembles a beast’s paw. The dark satchel strapped to her hip often carries sleep materia and other small items she can manage to stuff in. She also has hazel eyes, to give an indication of her connection to the Planet. She also wears baggy, acid-stained jeans and furry boots.

From what I gathered from Cetra (Ancients) depicted from the Temple, they resonate with an appearance of those from Egypt and the surrounding area. I am aware that Aerith does not look as exotic (light skin tone, no eye markings) but I wanted to try to reflect what the Cetra ancestors may have looked, or intended to look.

Personality: Eden can be cunning, and she relies on this trait when facing a troubling situation; often choosing to stick to the shadows and tricks rather than facing someone head-on. Eden can’t stand the thought of losing control and is known to fight viciously and dirty when cornered. Preferring to be quiet and simply observe, she struggles with social interactions, especially first time meetings. She is paranoid towards others, thus she doesn’t trust easily. The woman is also victim to envy, as she can become very jealous towards those who are more skilled or more blessed than she is. She broods quietly instead of talking about her problems; and can seem dishonest, selfish, and stubborn.

However, towards those who grow close to her heart, she becomes protective and does her best to be dependable. The Ancient becomes more playful to those she loves and often becomes touchy-feely with them. She is rather insecure, due to her fear of the LifeStream and belief that she is cursed, and often looks towards intimacy as a means to help combat with her insecurities.

Parents:

Her father’s name is Cassiel, which is the name of the archangel of tears and solitude in the Kabbalah. He is an Ancient, and because of his heritage, he questions and fears of what the voices will do to him. Because of his fear, He tries not to get involved with the Planet’s troubles, despite the Planet’s urgings for him to act.

Her mother’s name is Nizhoni, which I found means “Beautiful” in Navajo. She is a Cosmo Canyon native, and a passionate supporter of AVALANCHE and the Planet. She tries to give as much as she can to support their cause.

Past:  A dull thud struck the floor, followed by a tired breath as the disturbed red dust hung around the large, burlap sack. The older man stopped from stocking one of the shelves and turned his head, dark eyes gleaming to see the young woman standing before him. “Nizhoni,” he greeted, taking his small glasses off and wiping the lenses with a worn cloth hanging from his pocket. “It’s good to see you. I hope you’re well.” The woman nodded, “it’s good to see you too. I brought some dried meat and furs for the courier to take to Midgar, hopefully they’ll find some use for them.” The woman was about to reach down for the sack as she continued. “Maybe they can sell the furs for some gil. Cassiel managed to take down some really—“ “Nizhoni,” the man interjected, stepping towards her and taking a gentle hold on her should to stop her from leaning over. “You know you shouldn’t be travelling so far and wearing yourself out like this. Not in your condition.”

        Nizhoni let out a sigh, placing her hand on her full abdomen. “Cassiel already gets onto me about this. I’m a grown woman,” she replied, trying to not let her annoyance show. “I’m fine, the baby’s fine.” The shopkeeper gave an apologetic smile. “I understand, but you look like you hadn’t slept in a while.” His smile faded slightly as he caught sight of the dark circles under her eyes. “These trips are hard on you as it is, and with the baby on the way…” Nizhoni shook her dark messy bangs from her face; an intense light gleamed in her eyes. “This is something I want to do, feel called to do. AVALANCHE is struggling as it is, the least I can do is offer supplies. Besides, this may be my last trip, until the baby is born.”

     The man nodded, bending down to pull the bag up. “I understand,” he repeated; Nizhoni was a headstrong woman, and from he learned in times before, there was no winning an argument with her. “I will make sure these will get to them.” He shuffled towards the counter, pausing to turn back towards her. “Please Nizhoni, just…just take care of yourself, all right?” She gave a slight nod, “I will. I haven’t died yet, have I?” The woman gave him a forced smile before turning towards the door. “Thank you, I really hope that will help them.” With that, she stepped out into the sun-soaked village.

       For another hour, she rode across the crimson earth, dark eyes focused on the familiar path before her. The chocobo that carried her over the sloping rock, her hands tugged at the reins to halt the bird. The chocobo let out a complaint, shaking its pale yellow head.   Her eyes fell on the small adobe house nestled behind the ridge. She sighed, thankful to finally be home. She pulled on the reins slightly once more, signaling for the bird to step down the rocky path towards the house. As she approached the house, a young man stepped out. His large, calloused hand slipped underneath his long chestnut brown hair, rubbing the back of his neck. His honey-hued eyes glanced up to see the smoky black-haired woman riding towards him. He sighed, a weary worrisome look upon his face. He should have known she would go off, he had known since he first opened his eyes to see her side of the bed empty.

      Nizhoni smiled towards him, but it soon faded as she looked into his face. She turned the chocobo towards the hitching post beside the front window, slipping off the bird. “Was wondering why the bed was so cold.” The male Cetra started, stepping closer. “Oh, you just got up?” Nizhoni teased back, tying the lead on the hitch post onto the chocobo’s halter, letting it eat the freshly picked vegetables from its trough.

        “Didn’t get to come back until really late at night, tracking griffins is near to impossible.” He reached over to slip off the bags off the chocobo’s back. “Which brings me to the question…”  Nizhoni sighed, here it comes… “Why were you running around in the canyon so early in the morning? You know how dangerous it is before sunrise.”  The woman looked towards him, putting her hands on her hips. “You don’t think I can take care of myself,” she asked, already feeling weary with her husband worrying over her. “Of course I do,” Cassiel smiled weakly. “It’s just with a baby on the way, I don’t want you to put yourself under so much stress.” He closed his eyes for a moment, almost afraid to know the answer to his next question. “You’ve gone back to give supplies to AVALANCHE again, haven’t you?”

       Nizhoni’s eyes never left his face. “And what if I have?”  A heavy breath escaped from Cassiel’s broad chest, his hand rubbing his face. “Nizhoni, you know the trip over puts a lot of stress on you. The doctor warned you about this. Besides,” he opened his eyes, but kept his focus on the earth. “AVALANCHE is not our concern.” The woman narrowed her eyes to hear such words. “Not a concern? Cassiel, it has everything to do with us! With the Planet! They’re our only hope of saving it from ShinRa’s destruction and—“ “It’s not our fight,” Cassiel spoke, his tone cold. She stared at him, her hands clenched into fists. “Listen to yourself,” she snapped, “If anyone’s, it’s your fight Cassiel! You hear them, those voices! You keep saying they cry out to you. The Planet needs you to—“

       “Enough,” the Ancient roared, his eyes glaring at his wife. She didn’t take a step back, her eyes remained locked defiantly on his. Cassiel hung his head, turning from her to look up at the horizon. “Those voices have also been the ones that killed my people. I can’t trust them.” His eyes grew vacant, “you know I can’t.” “You don’t know that,” Nizhoni urged. “If you just have faith and listen.”  “No,” Cassiel grunted, “I won’t stand here and listen to my loved one speak for those demons.” The Ancient turned his head back towards Nizhoni who bore a glimmer of sorrow in her eyes. “Come on, you need to kick back and rest,” he said, turning back towards the house. Nizhoni watched as he stepped into the house, before looking towards the painted canyon. “Gaia, help us.” The words slipped beneath her breath as she pressed her hand onto her stomach. She stared for a moment longer before following after Cassiel. Rest sounded wonderful to her at that point.

        The several months passed like grains of sand; on a cool, still night, the young couple rushed into Cosmo Canyon’s Inn. The tense air broke with the quaking sobs and pained cries of the woman as she writhed in her bed, her husband and a midwife at her side. Cassiel’s calloused fingers gently caressed the stray strands of her hair that stuck upon her sweat drenched face. Nizhoni let out another cry, tears squeezing free from her tightly shut eyes. “Just relax,” the male Ancient murmured, pressing his head against hers, mind frantically searching for a better way to console her as her quivering hand tightly gripped his. “You’re doing well, Mrs. Inbar,” encouraged the midwife as she made preparations for the birth.  “I just need you to keep taking deep breaths and push for me.” The struggle felt like ages for the three in the room; finally, Nizhoni’s cries suddenly fell into a ragged breath, and the feeble cries rose. Cassiel’s lifted his head slowly, eyes gleaming bright with tears. Never did he believe such a thing could ever happen to them… “It’s a girl!” The midwife announced, excitement brimming in her voice as she took the baby into clean thick cloths. “A girl…” the man repeated, tears streaming down his weary face. “A beautiful girl.”

        He turned his eyes towards Nizhoni, who lay still on the bed, eyes closed. “Did you hear that, love? We brought new life to this world. A girl.” He gently shook her, but the exhausted woman never opened her eyes. “Nizhoni, did you hear me? Our new daughter, Eden, open your eyes and see her.” His eyes widened slightly, worry soon began to thread into his confusion. “Nizhoni?” Glowing orbs formed over her body, sending him into a wild panic. “No! Nizhoni, no! Darling, please!” He shot to his feet, gripping onto her. The midwife held the baby in her arms, horror and tears apparent on her visage. “Oh Gaia…” She turned and threw the door open, crying in vain for help. “No, Nizhoni. Open your eyes… Open your eyes!” His voice rang out in desperation, his large frame trembling like a child. “You can’t let them take you! Nizhoni!” No matter how much he roared, the ghostly orbs continued to float away from the woman. He frantically tried to hold onto her body but within seconds, his panicked hands only gripped onto the sheets. He stared down at the empty bed, and then slowly sank to his knees. He buried his face into the side of the bed, the sheets twisted into his grip as his tears of joy became sobs of heartbreak.

       Two days went by after her passing, the Ancient stood by the window, his hazel eyes glazed as he stared out into the village. The midwife sat in the chair still at the bedside, examining the tiny infant in the bundled carrier “She seems to be getting stronger.” She commented, cradling the drowsy child. “Why did I let her keep giving supplies to this damned place? I should have known this would do something to her.” The older woman looked up as Cassiel’s voice growled, unable to catch all he said. “What?” The man narrowed his eyes, glaring towards the blazing sky. “Taking these trips to help those idiots fighting in Midgar, they wore her down, killed her!” The midwife looked up at him, before gently placing the baby back into the woven, basket-like cradle. “You don’t know that, Mr. Inbar,” she tried to gently reassure him. “These tragedies can happen without cause. I understand you’re in pain, but you have a young one to think about.” He looked back at the corner of his eye, allowing the silence sink in between them. “A young one…” He turned around; his eyes fell upon his sleeping child. “If she were to stay here, she’ll follow her mother’s dangerous path. She’s cursed already, with these damned voices.”

       The old woman stared at him, concern bright in her grayed eyes. “What do you mean?” He glanced towards her, but only for a moment, his wounded heart messily gathering his decision. “No, I won’t let her. Those demons killed my ancestors, took my wife away, they won’t have my child!” The midwife stumbled before him, placing herself between him and Eden. “I’m sorry, Mr. Inbar, but I can’t allow you to take her in the state you’re—“ The Ancient shoved her aside, causing the woman to stagger back towards the bed. Cassiel stepped towards the baby, gently sliding the carrier over him so the baby rested snug against his chest. He carefully supported her head and hurried off from the room. “Stop!” The midwife cried out, but he continued on, determined to save his daughter from the voices of the LifeStream and their manipulations. Surprised squawks rang out from the nearby stable before a chocobo burst from its stall, carrying the wayward Ancient and his child into the wilds.

-To be Continued-

[wanderxdusk]

Who the heck is Shikoba?

Name: Shikoba Oklhili

First name means “Feather” in Choctaw, and last name means “Night” in Chickasaw. These are references to the Above World and Underworld; the guardians of the Chickasaw tribe, the red-headed woodpecker is a creature of the Above World, while the celestial Large White Dog (Ofi’ Tohbi’ Ishto’), is one of both the Above and Underworld. Her ancestors believed that the night sky was the Underworld being revealed, where the Underwater Panther reigns. Her abilities represent both the guardian dog and panther (and by extension, Tezcatlipoca the Jaguar God of Night in Aztec lore).

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Race: Human (formerly), were-beast (Underwater Panther).

Stand (or just special power if outside JJBA verse): Black Thunder

Her abilities take on two forms depending on her mental state.

First form, when stable:

Can summon two large canine specters (one white and one yellow). These canines have stony, Southeastern-styled heads, star-speckled bodies, and collars with Choctaw diamond motifs. They can fight in her stead, often using relentless thrashing with massive, heavy jaws. They can also be used as shields against some projectile attacks.

Another way of manifesting is morphing her arms as two large, toothed warclubs. These warclubs bear the same stone canine heads but have large teeth-like serrations along their bottom jaws”. She can strike them to the ground to create small-range earthquakes and as blunt-force weapons.

Second form, when in great distress:

Black, sparkling, liquid pours from her mouth and eyes, which quickly overtakes her figure. The liquid transforms her into a large puma-like creature with antlers, serpentine eyes and body, eagle talons, and dazzling scales running down its back and fish-like tail. She gains supernatural strength, speed, agility, and senses and becomes increasingly aggressive when in battle. She can still cause earthquakes whenever she strikes her tail against the ground, dangerous flooding of the black water erupts from the cracks she creates.

 (Reference images of her stand’s forms coming soon!)

Physical Description: Shikoba stands at five feet and two inches, is of broad shoulders and small hips, and has a little bit of chubbiness in the middle. Her complexion is medium tan, indicating her Chickasaw/Choctaw heritage. She has a small patch of scales on her back, indicating her under-water panther form. Her general appearance can be seen in the image below:

Image coming soon!

Personality: A wandering heart best describes Shikoba. She feels a persistent desire to escape the monotony of average life. There are several reasons as to why she feels that constant urge to venture on. One is the deep need to escape her actions and past, the person she developed shame and hatred towards. Leaving that life to hopefully find a new identity she could feel peace with are what push her onward.

The yearning to discover more about her culture and heritage and all connections to it also burns within her heart, it’s the one thing about herself that she feels pride in. As a storyteller apprentice, Shikoba seeks to share what she has learned with others, as well as gather other stories from across the world.  She adores wildlife and nature, particularly those of the tropical rainforests. She lights up at merely seeing any sort of animal. She finds joy in art, as well, especially drawing. Shikoba normally tries to keep a notebook and a few pencils on hand to draw what she finds or is inspired by during her excursions.

Intelligent and observant, she will first attempt to gather information on the situation and environment before acting. Despite this, she is prone to panic during critical times and will hastily act to diffuse any confrontation. She tends to be a people-pleaser, especially towards those who choose her or claim to find value in her. She is annoyed by this weakness but the disconnect between her awareness and the emotional need for approval doesn’t stop her from falling back on it. This flaw leads to her making self-centered decisions, as she’s determined to do whatever it takes to keep others’ approval. She has some mistrust towards elders, and harbors deep anxiety about how her ancestors possibly view her.

 Though usually introverted, Shikoba will leave her comfort zone to either share traditional stories, information about wildlife and ecology to anyone who seems curious about such things.

Backstory: (Warning: This story contains abuse, assault, body horror, and other forms of violence)

“They say ‘we are our ancestors’ prayers’. What happens if ya were never what they hoped for?” - Shikoba

Shikoba’s story started centuries ago. Her ancestors fled from the land of the setting sun, towards the east. It was within the rising morning’s golden glow that they found freedom and refuge. Though their real reasons for their escape was not known, the reign of monstrous men of blood and night may have been the cause. Over the years, such men faded into shadowed stone pillars, and Shikoba’s ancestors grew and developed their own society and culture.

 Shikoba was born and raised in a small town in northern Mississippi. Her life hadn’t been too different from other children, though she often struggled with feelings of inadequacy as she couldn’t keep up with her friends during games. The concerns of being of less worth stemmed from her family life; though her parents loved her dearly, Shikoba’s grandparents were not as kind. The grandmother ruled the family with an iron fist, and viewed her daughter, Shikoba’s mother, as the scapegoat. This resentment escalated when Shikoba’s mother, Rose, went against her wishes and eloped with the man she loved. Though her grandmother didn’t view Shikoba as her own person, she had hoped the child would grow into an obedient agent for her will. An unwanted puppy or cub was still cute and easy to control, after all.

This put immense pressure on Rose, thus causing her to coach Shikoba on how to act around the family matriarch. Shikoba was meant to behave like a trained animal, and failure to yield to her grandmother’s unspoken demands led to the grandmother’s venomous rejection, Rose’s frustration, and Shikoba’s deepening sense of worthlessness. She had been called selfish, defective, broken, both by her grandmother and by Rose during her worst moments.

 This belief of being broken extended to school. Because her school was very small, it relied heavily on the one sport it could take part in: Basketball. Unfortunately, Shikoba wasn’t built for athletics, and she quickly became the burden of the coach when she dared tried out for the team. Her humiliation in that failure discouraged her from trying any others until much later. She adopted the view of never being good enough for others, it festered into a deep self-hatred. As she grew older, her bitterness grew into depression. Though intelligent, she gave up on her grades. She would flee into the country, tucking herself within the cedar forests. Instead of studying or doing homework, she would wander as far as the limited wilderness could lead her. How she wished there were no fences, nor roads to remind her of where she was, and who she was: trapped, powerless, worthless. The only class where she kept up some effort was in art, or outside of school, learning the traditional stories from the elder storyteller. Shikoba grew particularly fond of the stories about Ofi’ Tohbi’ Ishto and the Underwater Panther, beasts of celestial might. Despite these, the frequent failures further irritated Shikoba’s grandmother, and she intensified her efforts in isolating and controlling Shikoba and her parents.

Shikoba already struggled with fitting in with both her extended family and peers, as her inability to achieve in any athletics made people believe she was stupid and useless. Her interests in nature and mythology also seemed odd to the sheltered community. This only escalated when she started collecting crystals, animal skulls she found during her hikes, and darker clothing to hide her stout stature. Rumors of her wanting to be a witch (the Chickasaw term for “witch” isn’t the same as what’s seen in popular culture. It refers to one who practices bad medicine) began to float about, much to her dismay. The rumors led to the storyteller forbidding her to come for more apprenticeship lessons, deepening her sense of rejection from her people and by extension, her ancestors. All of these factors sparked the bullying, particularly from her rival: Destiny. 

When she reached her early teens, her father’s job required them to move frequently throughout the southeast. Shikoba relished the fantasy of escaping her life and creating a new, better identity, but found time and time again that it wasn’t given freely. Acceptance from classmates and teachers was always beyond her reach, as her awkward nature and fear of being cruelly tricked got in the way of her interactions. Her family struggled to make ends meet, as the frequent moves from rental home to rental home strained their already meager finances. All the uncertainty and weight of social rejection made Shikoba grow more fearful, angrier, and strengthened her desire to run from it all. The daydreams of traveling the world, never staying long enough for people to know her broken self, became temporary but necessary relief. Oftentimes she envied the feral dogs that wandered the lonely rural streets or the mountain lions rumored to wander the countryside. They could go wherever they wanted, they didn’t have to be imprisoned by rejection and judgment.

Though these new sources of stress loomed over Shikoba and her family, the shadows of their past would tear them back again. The annual stomp dance was about to occur in Shikoba’s hometown, and her grandmother demanded that they attend. So back she and her parents trudged, to the place that no longer seemed like home, if it ever did before. Though the central fire bathed the night in a warm amber glow, and the songs of the men echoed to the stars, Shikoba remained beyond the shadows. She hoped to remain unseen, but even that wouldn’t be granted to her. Destiny, her enemy, recognized Shikoba and strolled over.

Their conversation quickly became heated, with Shikoba cursing her out and Destiny laughing at Shikoba’s failures, reminding her of never being good enough. Shikoba was quick to throw back more insults, stumbling over her anger and trembling voice. This only made Destiny scoff even more before giving one last retort. “No wonder you’re a witch.” This was the final straw for Shikoba. Pocket knives were drawn and the two brawled on sacred ground. The fight was intense but short-lived, as Destiny overpowered Shikoba and struck her in the leg. This sent the sobbing girl to the Emergency Room. As she sat in the cold, sterile waiting room, her parents on either side of her and staring blankly at the tile floor, her grandmother stormed in. Her grandmother spat vitriol at the three, saying how ashamed she was that her reject of a granddaughter would start a fight at a public event. The words cut through Shikoba like darts: “You’re the reason why your mother is so miserable! It would have been better if you weren’t born!” The teen’s parents jumped in then, with Rose tearfully screaming at her mother for her hateful words. Security was quickly called in to guide the grandmother away, but not before she said the last thing Shikoba would ever hear from her: “You’re dead to me!”

At that point, Shikoba decided to never return to this town, nor claim belonging in this family besides her parents.

Years pass by since they permanently left that town, and she and her parents lived in Texas. Though Shikoba was in her early twenties, the frequent moves and transfers between colleges led to her losing credits and still being stuck as a sophmore undergraduate studies. She began her degree in ecology, and her desire to save endangered forests intensified. Shikoba had always wanted to save animals just like her childhood heroes on the nature channel, but now she felt there was a clear path to do just that. This would be how she could find her purpose, her worth, and finally become someone loveable.

 Now that she lived on her own in Dallas hours away from her parents, she began seeing men on campus. She would sneak into apartments and dorms, flirting with those who expressed interest in her. She craved the illusion of being wanted, chosen, and cherished, if only for a few hours. But staying much longer than that meant them seeing how stupid or pathetic she really was, it meant giving them control, it meant they could hurt her. So, she would quickly slip away and distance herself from those who have expressed prolonged interest.

But even then, it wasn’t enough. The harsh disapproval by those who held control over her personal life echoed throughout her mind. She was struggling to keep up with her studies, and the guilt of failing to become the person her grandmother, and by extension her ancestors, expected her to be overtook her restless mind. Shikoba dropped out of college after that and applied as field researcher aide for the Speedwagon Foundation’s Environmental Conservation Section. She unfortunately didn’t get the position due to her college education being incomplete. Reeling from the sting of disappointment of not fulfilling her dream as a protector of wildlife, Shikoba grew desperate to run from it all.

What finally pushed her over the edge was when she fell ill. It was a strange illness, one that immersed her in a constant, heavy fever. She could hear her own blood throb in her skull, her joints ached sharply despite the rising restlessness that would fall over her along with the setting sun. Her skin burned; blisters ripped open along her spine. She itched, she yearned to feel cool water! She had vivid dreams of running through maddening, blurry woodland and tearing through soothing clear water.  It was unlike anything she ever endured. The young woman feared if someone put bad medicine over her, or if her own disgrace brought the disease upon her.

On one fateful evening, when her symptoms grew more tolerable, Shikoba forced herself out of her dorm to pick up food from a nearby fast-food joint downtown. She just left campus grounds when she felt someone tread after her. She wanted to look back to see if someone was truly following her. The feeling grew heavier, pressing against her already stirring stomach. Shikoba panicked and took a sharp turn for the park, a move that her stalker anticipated. Their footsteps became rapid stomps. The sick woman raced for the cover of the woods, desperate to lose whoever it was behind her! Unfortunately, she was too slow, and the much more athletic man caught her arm. Shikoba tried to scream, but his large hand slapped over her mouth. She froze, heaving against calloused cold skin. She could feel his other hand creep along her neck, lightly dragging his nails along her blazing skin. It was as if he was searching for her pulse. Tears spilled over her red cheeks and she internally strained to let out a silent prayer. Anything to free her! It was then something within tore open, her tears tumbled into torrents and became black. She choked back what she feared to be vomit before slipping into that hot, dizzying world.

She felt numb, yet could see herself fall to the ground, fully intent on crushing her attacker. The man’s startled scream raked against her eardrums, making her even more enraged. She wanted to silence him, she wanted him to pay! She whipped around, far too fast and fluid from where she laid. Shikoba swung her fist for his head, only…it wasn’t a fist. A massive paw of curled talons flew forward; the gleam of long white fangs struck her eyes just before the talons hooked under his jaw. Sickening wet snapping assaulted her ears, and the thick smell of old rust filled her nostrils. Her conscience dropped then.

A blaring headache pounded over her skull all the more intensely as she pulled herself from that sleep. Was it sleep? She felt the grass prickle at her skin and something crusty covering her left arm. Shikoba jolted upright, her vision blurred. She hissed, blinking hard to try and clear her sight. She quickly wished she couldn’t see. The crust on her arm was brownish red with chunks of bright angry scarlet. The woman screamed. What was this?! Was this blood? Flesh?! Where was that creep?

She looked over and felt terror’s chill. The man laid lifeless; the top of his head torn from the hinges of his jaw. His crimson eyes were still open, frozen with horror. Her horrified gaze shot over him. He did indeed have fangs and glistening rib bones rose jaggedly from the yawning open carcass. She wanted to bawl and throw up. This wasn’t a normal man, and his flesh and blood were all over her. She killed him! Shikoba shoved herself onto her feet, staring towards the rosy sun rays peeking above the dark leafy crowns. She gave one last look at the dead man, peculiar mist rose from his pallid skin once the dawn approached. Shikoba didn’t take any time to wonder what that was; morning meant people will come, and they would see this! She ran, sobbing as she narrowly avoided being caught by the dorm’s staff.

Her mind spun as she hastily cleaned off the gore. What was that? What happened to her?! She stared down at her trembling hands. Someone will find him or come looking for him. It wouldn’t take long for cops to find her! Her heart dropped once stark realization hit. She had to run.

She took all the refund money from her university’s financial aid and took off into the night.  It was a sudden, risky, even foolish move, but it meant escaping her failures, the damage she caused to loved ones, and her murder. She became like those stray dogs or elusive mountain lions she envied, running away, yet not finding any happiness in doing so.

During her travels, Shikoba discovered the beast she became. She felt thick fangs along her tongue, the blisters left scales, and she could see, hear, and smell everything. She could see the Spirit Dogs who seemed to read and follow her thoughts. Their forever grinning heads could overtake her arms and were enough to crack the ground. Whatever the sickness was, it granted her such powers, at the cost of her humanity. She also soon found out that no one could find the body, only his shredded clothes. Clearly, he wasn’t human. Could he have been a monster too? Perhaps a…vampire? With these revelations, Shikoba decided to try cryptid hunting, hoping her discoveries of the mysterious could help her find her place in the world. If she could bring such things to the light and obtain fame, maybe she could redeem herself in the eyes of her family and ancestors; be seen as brilliant, brave, and worth keeping! At least, that was her fantasy.

(At this point her story is open-ended. Her job can take her anywhere in the world, wherever the RP will take place. )

[his-hollow-victory]

muse.

GENERAL. name. Izuru Kamukura. Its what he calls himself. alias. The embodiment of hope itself, Mr. Plague age. appears to be about in his 18-19s or mid-20’s, depending on the timeline, but his technical age is younger. date of birth. Aug 11th. place of birth. Japan location. Hopes Peak Academy allegiance. himself / SHSL Despairs / Plague Doctors FAMILY. father. forgotten. mother. forgotten. siblings. None. pets. none. other. None. PHYSICAL. height. 173cm / 5′8 (predr) 185.5cm / "6'1”.(postdr) weight. 67 kg (147 lbs) build. thin, slender. hair color. deep black. eye color. ruby red. scars. a scar along his head, scar on his back, scar on his left leg body modifications. Metal components, hair modifications, talent from all over the world given. face claim. none. PERSONALITY. positive traits. a very smart individual. negative traits. gets too bored and judges everything. HEALTH. physical handicaps. none. mental illnesses. god complex. diseases. none. other. — COMBAT. weapons. pistols, plague doctor cane. areas of strength. close combat, small weapons, rapid attacks. areas of weakness. None. notable skills. Identity theft, voice mimicry, brainwashing, surgery. MISCELLANEOUS. alignment. chaotic neutral.  tropes. N/A zodiac sign. Leo.

[ratonwolfmane]

Character Traits: Raton Wolfmane

Full name: Ratonhnhakéton Wolfmane

Pronunciation: Ra-doon-ha-hay-doon

Nicknames. The Wolf

Zodiac. Pisces

Languages. Taur’ahe, Orcish, Pandaren, and Common.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

Height. 7’8”

Age. 45

Hair color. Dark brown

Eye color.  Brown

Fur color. Light brown

Body type. Lean/muscular

Accent. Northern Taurahe

Dominant hand. Right

Posture. Normal Tauren

Tattoos. None

Most noticeable features. A large, circular scar on his chest. 

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. Stonetalon Mountains

hometown.None, nomadic. Highwalker camp.

birth weight/height. Average. 

manner of birth. Natural with the help of a medicine woman. 

first words. Awak “Good”

siblings. Hankota 

parents.  Macha Softdream and Talrak Wolfrunner

parental involvement. Machs and Talrak were both very involved in the life of their firstborn. His father always provided enough for their family and they were well off. What they had was often shared with others in the camp as well. With his father being a warrior, Raton spent much of his early time with his mother in the Highwalker camp. Before he could help with chores, he would always play near her. Once he was old enough, Raton happily helped with household chores. Once Hankota was born Raton also helped his mother care for his little brother. 

Given his father’s reputation and status as High Brave, everyone in camp expected for Raton to become a great warrior as well. His mother however was a healer and unbeknownst to all, including herself, the healing ways she had been taught by her mother and her mother before her was actually basic druidic magic. However, he was not sure if he wished to walk the same path as his father or mother, or forge a new path for himself. Unfortunately not long after he had started to hunt with his father, both his parents were killed in a Centaur raid.

ADULT LIFE.

Occupation. Ambassador and Shield for the Azeroth Peace Council

Current residence. Azeroth Peace Council Headquarters. 

Close friends. Blackwolf Grimtotem, Karanga Featherspear, Brutus Earthwalker, Gotosh, Zargaron Stormpaw, Lady Demytrya Wintersong-Lomeriel.

relationship status. Married to Ahruu Wolfmane 

financial status. Hunter and Gatherer

vices. Smoking of Peacebloom on occasion. 

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. Bisexual

romantic orientation. Homoromantic

preferred emotional role.  submissive | dominant | switch | unsure 

preferred sexual role.  submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed

libido. Moderate

turn-ons. Bravery, honor, humor, humility, traditional. 

turn-offs. Liars, Adultery, brutality, overly boastful, Path breakers. 

love language. Affectionate gestures (kissing, hugging, hand holding, compliments.) physical displays of affection, and, teasing (Neck kisses, whispers).

relationship tendencies. When Raton enters a relationship he goes all in with the intention of staying. To his lovers is romantic, both passionate and caring. A side that is not shown to everyone. Raton is also quite serious as to providing for his lover and their family, always ensuring there is plenty to eat and to craft what they need. 

MISCELLANEOUS.

hobbies to pass the time. Hunting and gathering, fishing, crafting weapons and tools, visiting with friends and acquaintances, routine flights with his Cloud Serpent Yang, and sitting alone in the wilds. 

mental illnesses. Unknown

physical illnesses. Unknown

left or right brained. Left

fears. Losing the ones he loves, failing his people, failing to speak well in front of others, crowds, and captivity. 

self confidence level. Raton is confident in his abilities but overconfident or boastful about them. He understands that there are limits to what he can do. When faced with tough challenges, Raton will either focus on his strength or strategy to overcome them or rely on friends and companions. 

vulnerabilities. Losing those he cares about, his people’s wellbeing, his trusting nature. 

Tagged by: @Seilune

Tagging: @lendarinamberbow, https://frostwolfshaman.tumblr.com/, https://wolfgirlraz.tumblr.com/, https://shamanofthewilds.tumblr.com/,  and anyone else who would like to do it. Feel free to tag me!

[spxritguardixns]

The Dad who was there.

Name: James Navarro

Powers: Dino Charge Aqua Ranger (Ankylo)

Status: Married to Abigail, has one son(Tyler)

Fact Sheet: He met Abby at UCLA, where he went to school, and eventually befriended her through shared mutual classes.  In their third year at the institution they started dating. The December after they graduated is when Tyler was born, and they got married 6 months after Mesogog was defeated. Since she was kidnapped by him, he found out that she used to be a Ranger.  Thanks to the power of the Aqua Energem he doesn’t age.  He is a geologist by profession and very passionate about his work, thus far he’s been on a lot of expeditions but here recently he found a special lead that he went to investigate.

[ask-the-fool]

Ref for Fool finally. Not my art. Art is by @urbanqhoul

[smallgayblanket]

Must info (Updated)

Learn a little more about my muse’s- Moreso for my OC’s since the egos(All range of youtubers) are usually pretty self-explanatory:>

Links:

Anti

Dapper Dan (J.J)

Crank/Blank

Jackieboyman

King of the Squirrels

Henrick Von Schneeplestien

Chase Brody

Wilford Warfstache

Yandere

Matthias

Were-Eth

Mark

Bing.

Edwardiplier

Robbie.

Robin. (Aka an oc based on Pixlpit.)

Nes. (Broken Ethan ego.)

OC’S (My original characters!)

JellyBubs!(A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, The main one being strawberry aka Jeri.)

Miel (A tiny little bee boy!)

Reese (Passionfruit bab!)

Izekiel (A being of Paint.)

Quinton  (A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian.)

Ori ( Very pure angel boy AU of the angel half of Q)

Matty   (An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol.)

Zeno  (A Siren of sorts.)

Lir(A Tiny Octopus/Human boy!!)

Alex  (A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are)

Lumi(Ghost boy!)

Eztli (A Lemon Lime and Bitters soda boi. Whose Pretty grumpy.)

Cypress (The soul of the forest)

Gallio (Strawberry Hipster guy)

Aomi (A blackberry witch)

Theo(A tiny ink creature.)

Lucas (A moonstone gem perma-fusion)

Iris(Guy made of foam slime)

Tucker. (Bunny boi)

Ainsley. (Fawn boi)

Glowstick bubs.

Eme. (A smart scientist)

Kiyan. (A little assistant andriod.)

Fie. (Bat boy.)

Moh. (Fairy/incubus hybrid.)

Chris. (Camp leader.)

Tobias. (Made of hair gel. Eats soap.

Apocolyse Squad:

Sameal (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory (Part cat.)

Hamrish (Hayden. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD)

Joshua (An asshole.)

Andy  (Strong, kind.)

Adrian  (Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots.)

Neighbours AU:

Blake  (A human with a gift.)

Lynx  (An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they co-exsist.) 

Doug (A regular chubby human bean!) 

Hyacinth ( A six-armed demon.)

Rhys  (A Demon with a great curiosity about humans) Feri  (The sibling of Ryhs)

Anthos (Rhys and Hy’s summoned accidental toddler..)

[nihanovacaine]

Meet the Muse

RULES: Don’t reblog, repost. TAGGED BY: @seilune TAGGING: @halindon  @mercutiomalache @roewyn @lledwynlomeriel  @iamauroracole @oneplainjane @thebuildingcacophony  

► NAME ➭  Lady Magistrix Nimuehdra Emberfury ► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭  "Yes, I am.” ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭  "The onset of inevitable war has left a bitter taste in my mouth but I am otherwise content.” ► ARE YOU ANGRY?  ➭ “I am not quick to anger. However, I am easily annoyed.” ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED?  “They are deceased. However, they never separated.”

NINE FACTS!

► ‘BIRTH’ PLACE ➭ “Quel’Danas.” ► HAIR COLOR ➭  Snow-white. Can look Silver with bluish accents depending on the light. ► EYE COLOR ➭ Emerald  ► BIRTHDAY ➭   October 29th ► MOOD ➭ Varied, but I am generally calm and welcoming.  ► GENDER ➭  Female. ► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ Winter ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ Afternoon

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE!

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭ “No.” ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ “No, I believe that feelings of love develop over time.” ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭  “My relationship ended the moment they went astray.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ “Not intentionally. But it couldn't be helped.” ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ “Once I give my word, I am inclined to follow through. As such, I avoid promising anything that would lead to that unless I can deliver.”  ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ “I express affection freely to those close to me.”

► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭ “I am not aware of any my secret admirers. That would mean they aren’t very secret, hm?”  ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ “No?” 

SIX CHOICES!

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ “Oh my! Given the current effort, these matters are not occupying my mind. However, if I had to choose...I would opt for longevity and hence, I would pick love.”

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ “Charcoal lemonade. But I don’t mind a refreshing glass of Iced tea either.” ► CATS OR DOGS ➭ “All felines. But I am quite the animal lover so again, I don’t mind either.” ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭  “I hold my friends dear to me.” ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭ “Both.”  ► DAY OR NIGHT  ➭ “There is tranquility in the darkness that I cannot get enough of. However, I do also like to hunt things that go bump in the night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS!

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ “Never. I am an elusive Magistrix.” ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ “Ahem.....I may have slipped once or twice. But there’s nothing a quick cast of slow fall cannot fix.” ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭  “I always seem to want something that I cannot have. So, yes.” ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ➭ “I do so effortlessly when I desire to escape the confines of the city. I am a Mage, after all.”

FIVE PREFERENCES!

► SMILE OR EYES ➭ "Smile.” ► FAT OR SKINNY ➭ "Lean, athletic, muscular.” ► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ “Tall...very tall.” ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ “There is nothing more attractive than a beautiful mind. I would choose intellect over attraction at times. Though, I admittedly go for both.”  ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ “I prefer longevity.” 

FAMILY!

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ “My sister and I get along well. My daughter, however, is quite the treasured flash of light.”  ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ “Long past in the time of the Prince, I lived a fulfilled life. After the Sunwell was destroyed, I’ve had to painfully rebuild my House.” ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ “Never.” ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ “I am quite the model Magistrix. I would never be kicked out.”

FRIENDS!

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ “If I harbored such feelings toward anyone, they wouldn’t be my friends.” ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ “No one is truly all good.” ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ “Lady Seilune Astrande. Another world, she hails from but our similarities drew us together. We’re inseparable!”  ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ “The only person who’d know everything about me is my own self.” 

[chefs-apprentice-calla]

Information

Name: Callavari Monhulnd

Nickname: Calla

Also known as: Apprentice Calla, Chef Calla

Age: 23

Sex/Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 159 lbs

Build: Buff, Extremely curvy, Large Bust, Chub

Birthday: August 21st

Appearance:

Short raven black hair, light pale skin, deep chestnut brown eyes.

(I’ll update with a photo later)

[asyhana]

rules: bold any that apply to your muse and REPOST, don’t reblog! tagged by: @asy-minzy tagging: Uh, if you see it you’re tagged.

Chosen: Hana

broken a bone | gotten welds | had a near death experience | killed someone | tried and failed to kill someone | invented something  | been hungover | kissed someone | slow-danced | been in a long-term relationship | had sex | had sex and regretted it | had a one-night stand | had a threesome | experimented with their sexuality | had a kid | gotten bonded | self-harmed  | traveled to another country | been in a play | received an inheritance | been in a car wreck | lost a loved one | been dumped | dumped someone | smoked | gotten high | been slipped something in their food/drink | won a contest | won an election | joined a sports team | gone skydiving | gone hunting | been in a band | had a job | been fired | been to a wedding party | owned a pet | seen a ghost | skipped class/work | learned an instrument |gotten a noticeable scar | sued someone | been robbed | been mugged | been kidnapped | been sexually assaulted | been brainwashed/hypnotized | gone more than one day without eating | had a recurring nightmare | been bullied | bullied someone | seen someone die | attempted suicide | been tied/chained up | shot someone | stabbed someone | saved someone’s life | cheated on someone | been cheated on | had a stalker | been betrayed | was a traitor | been in a fight | been arrested | been to a funeral | had surgery | broken someone’s trust | gotten a piercing | gotten a tattoo | used a fake name | been tortured/tortured others | been abused | been blackmailed | had an attempt on their life | gotten away with a crime | gone on a road trip | been in love

[hatessurprises]

Bull’s apartment.

“What’s less than minimalist?” -Chunk Palmer

Bull spends a lot of his time at the TAC offices, even sleeping there when he’s working a case. These are the few shots of his apartment from S1:15.  Notable mentions are the cactus and the climbing wall.

[pellucidape]

❝Your Power is Over.... And I’ve come to CHANGE the ORDER.❞

Independent | Nonselective | Crossover & AU friendly | 21+ Mun

Journey to the West Multiverse and Modernize OC (Lego Monkie Kid prominent) Roleplay blog/account. 

RULES&MUSEINFO  |  VERSES

[strongestbuttercup]

Buttercup || Teenager

FC: Lindsay Pearce

Age Range: 16-21

Height: 5′4″-6″

Weight 130-135lbs

Available Verses

[maziekeen]

hi :) i wanted to include theme 198 into theme 196. i had no problem with step 2 + 3 but i couldn't find the in the html of theme 196 for the first step. could you tell me where i have to put the html of theme 198 into the html of 196? do you have tips in general to find the of a theme so i know where to put it? furthermore could you please tell me how i change the size of theme 198? i wanted to make each spot for the muse vertically larger.

hi there! the first step normally would go above the <style type="text/css">, it’s just a different name. (hit ctrl + f and search for that name/code) you’ll also see up there a comment <!----- scripts ---->, at the end of them you could put the scripts, but i tested here and it was messing up with the others scripts on this theme, so you do this:

copy here the first step script, but only the one <script></script>, the first one is not needed

then paste that at the bottom of the theme, just scroll down to the end, you will see other scripts there, then paste the one you want before the first script there, this is what it will look like:

i’m so sorry about this mess, that’s an old theme and i used a lot of stuff. let me know if worked hun

to change the size of the muses:

you’ll need to do that in the html (second step/part two):

search for .musecontainer and change the width to 480px or what size you want

search for .museinfo, .musesinfospan, and .musestextbox and change or delete the width there

search for .museslinks li and add display: inline-block and change the margin to 0 5px (it will put the links in one line, if you don’t want that, then just ignore this third step)

[unsungsongsoficeandfire-blog]

Rickon Stark

Gender: Male Born: 295AC Age as of Beginning of A Song of Ice and Fire: 5 Romantic Status: N/A Affliations: 

Born into House Stark; Four legitimate siblings: Robb, Sansa, Arya, and Bran

One acknowledged bastard brother, Jon Snow

Spouse: N/A

Writer’s Confidence in Portrayal: Limited

[spxritguardixns]

Levi

Name: Levi Weston

Age: Mid-twenties

Occupation: Music Superstar, Gold Ranger

Personality:   Charismatic but humble, loyal to family and good friends.

Powers and Forms: Using the Gold Power Star, he becomes the Gold Ninja Steel Ranger. There's the Superstar mode that he has access to personally, and shares the Lion Fire mode with the rest of the team.

Verses: 1. Canon verse.