Post by ladyjillian on Aug 22, 2007 8:53:58 GMT -5
I know, I have a fanfic before I even have a post, what is that about? However there is a reason and I shall explain *grins with the hopes of begging indulgence* As I was drooling order my Faaiz so many possibilities of plot lines came to my mind. Nathalia's amazing art was so inspiring there was no way I could not focus myself one set story no matter how hard I tried. (and Nathalia's art is amazing!Have you seen my baby? He is so handsome!!!!) I kept leaping from one possibility to the next until I realized that all my lines of thought could not be properly explained without background. Faaiz is a complicated creature with an a assorted past, present, and future. To best understand him in the way he will be presented in my posts you must understand what little of his past he wishes to reveal. (Which is not a lot and you should consider yourself lucky to get this much 
) So here is a brief explanation of Faaiz's origins and family. Hope you enjoy!
A creature was born of Orin and Thorn of Golfam Marsh on a balmy evening among the reeds, muck, and crawling things that called the stagnant waters of the marshlands home. Orin and Thorn were strong, competent males that struggled to survive on their own since their abandonment by their parents at an early age. Through their trails they promised themselves that their child would not grow up alone in that harsh world as they were forced to do. So when Thorn held the squirming form of the ferret child in the dying light of the murk filled marsh and gazed upon the glorious seven emblazoned on small heaving chest, did the proud fathers proclaim him Faaiz the Successful in hopes that one day he would be. A seven of clubs was more then the two, threes could have dreamed of. With that rank their son's club suit could be respected among other clubs and even his yellow beige and green blotched fur could be overlooked outside the marsh when applying for jobs. These two mustelid fathers could not have been more proud of the handsome ferret child. It was only when their beautiful boy opened his eyes of acrid green and blinked at them thrice did it occur to them that their being brothers could possibly cause mutations in their offspring.
Three eyes! The possibility was astounding but there they where, starring defiantly up at Thorn who was struck dumb with the sight, while glancing down towards Orin who had fainted from exhaustion of childbirth and surprise. This was how Faaiz the Successful was brought into this world, the son of two brothers trapped by the politics of class and region into a fate of menial and backbreaking service. When Faaiz had grown into the early stages of adolescence he came to the conclusion that his fate was his own to decide and belonged to no other. Never would he be forced to slave for those too lazy to work for themselves. Never would he suffer the commands and orders of the idiotic. Never would he be tied down to the confinements of love, home, and family. Faaiz was not a creature to be taken lightly and one day the world would understand why.
For Faaiz childhood was spent following his fathers from one marsh village to the next searching for shelter and work. There were many times that Faaiz eye gained undue attention causing them to flee from panic stricken simpletons fearing the spread of some disease. This reaction to his unique mutation was the only one Faaiz had encountered throughout his early life. No matter where they traveled, the moronic towns folk would soon become unnerved, disgusted, and sometime violent towards Faaiz with his third glaring eye. Faaiz did not know that mutations were not unheard of in the world of Decadence. All he knew was that the people of the Golfam refused to understand or accept his, which caused more hardship and anguish to his two loving fathers and shaped Faaiz into the bitterest of creatures. It was when Faaiz was five that Thorn and Orin began to bandage the eye on his shoulder in order to hide it from the world.
That day Orin wept and Thorn felt ashamed that he was forced to hide his son's gift. They loved everything about their son, believing his uniqueness would one day lead his to do great things. They protected their boy as best they could; they trained him, and educated him with the little skills and knowledge they possessed. When the little family group found themselves between homes they taught Faaiz how to survive off what the landscape could provide them, usually young reeds and bank toads. Though hunting freeie birds (a small not intelligent magpie-like bird with moss green colors native to the region) and swamp rats (again, non-intelligent opossum-like mammal with black fur and six legs) was Faaiz's favorite sport, one at which he become very proficient. Navigation through the dense, eerie vegetation was a necessary skill to any creature living among Golfam. To not pay heed to the ever-changing surroundings of thick trees and murky water could spell doom for any adventuring party.
On one occasion while trudging through a somewhat docile stretch of land, Faaiz and his fathers came across the bodies of three outsiders (The term given to any creature not native to Golfam Marsh) who had lost their way and perished. Faaiz was amazed by these outsiders with there brown fur and purple markings. He never seen the likes of them before, in truth he had never seen any outsider before. The outside were only talked about with awe and fear among the superstition creatures of the marsh. Outside was a place where only the brave and high of suit ventured, never to return. Outsiders were never welcome and always feared. To help an outsider was to bring a curse on yourself and your family, for the outsiders were the harbingers of death, disease, and ill omen to all. Well, at least that is what the superstition simpletons of the marsh would say. However much Orin and Thorn would speak of the outside as a wondrous place where opportunities abounded, they themselves would never travel there, so there was no love lost towards the two vermin and deer who sat huddled together in death. There was some gratitude however issued when the results of raiding their pockets produced several copper and a few silver coins, as well as a loaf of not-quite stale bread, and a decently crafted thin bladed dagger. Thorn stashed to coins into his purse where he saved all their earning which had been growing gradually over the last seven years. Orin broke the bread in half, storing one section into their food bag and the other half was divided out amongst the three. The dagger was presented to Faaiz who had grown amazingly competent enough over the years to deserve a weapon at an early age.
It was at the tender age of seven that Faaiz was taught basic skills of weapon use. Thorn, a burly weasel with his rough attitude taught Faaiz the bashing effectiveness of a blunt ended club. Orin with his more delicate and artful nature was familiar with the used a slim bladed dagger and showed his son several techniques of concealing and producing said weapon with efficiency and stealth. Though Thorn and Orin were menial laborers they were also natives of Golfam, and being a native meant you had to be strong, quick witted, and prepared to kill. If you were not prepared to do what was necessary then it would be the other guy raiding your pockets. Having survived many decades alone in the harsh environment of Golfam, Thorn and Orin were well equipped to care for themselves and taught their son likewise.
Faaiz took his lessens to heart, along with the bitter sentiment which haunted him from birth. Thorn and Orin were nothing but supportive and loving, however Faaiz could not find love for them deep inside himself. In fact Faaiz found love for no creature within his capabilities. Perhaps he had not the proper disposition to love or maybe he just did not know what love was but whatever the reason, Faaiz was determined he could not and would not love another living thing. For his fathers he felt it his duty to honor them for giving him life, but even for this action he held resentment towards them. It was their mating that had produced him and his mutated limb. Though he begrudged them their thoughtless act, he could not deny the fact that a third eye came in handy. From youth Faaiz knew he was destined for more and greater things and on the fateful day when he saw those three dead outsiders rotting beneath that tree he knew he was destined leave this land of decaying vegetation a seek his fortune elsewhere.
From the day he received his dagger and club Faaiz practiced his skilled of weaponry and hunting. He soon surpassed Orin with his swiftness of blade and Thorn with his strength of club. He was brighter and more cunning then his fathers could have ever hoped. He was ambitious, daring, and never backed down from a fight. He was unbeatable in games of wit and non-negotiable in matters of trade. Each day he grew more handsome and strong until one day after months of determined practice and study Faaiz gained his bipedal form to the astonishment and joy of his animal fathers. This was that day that Faaiz set out with a resolute mind to never look back.
) So here is a brief explanation of Faaiz's origins and family. Hope you enjoy! Humble Beginnings
A creature was born of Orin and Thorn of Golfam Marsh on a balmy evening among the reeds, muck, and crawling things that called the stagnant waters of the marshlands home. Orin and Thorn were strong, competent males that struggled to survive on their own since their abandonment by their parents at an early age. Through their trails they promised themselves that their child would not grow up alone in that harsh world as they were forced to do. So when Thorn held the squirming form of the ferret child in the dying light of the murk filled marsh and gazed upon the glorious seven emblazoned on small heaving chest, did the proud fathers proclaim him Faaiz the Successful in hopes that one day he would be. A seven of clubs was more then the two, threes could have dreamed of. With that rank their son's club suit could be respected among other clubs and even his yellow beige and green blotched fur could be overlooked outside the marsh when applying for jobs. These two mustelid fathers could not have been more proud of the handsome ferret child. It was only when their beautiful boy opened his eyes of acrid green and blinked at them thrice did it occur to them that their being brothers could possibly cause mutations in their offspring.
Three eyes! The possibility was astounding but there they where, starring defiantly up at Thorn who was struck dumb with the sight, while glancing down towards Orin who had fainted from exhaustion of childbirth and surprise. This was how Faaiz the Successful was brought into this world, the son of two brothers trapped by the politics of class and region into a fate of menial and backbreaking service. When Faaiz had grown into the early stages of adolescence he came to the conclusion that his fate was his own to decide and belonged to no other. Never would he be forced to slave for those too lazy to work for themselves. Never would he suffer the commands and orders of the idiotic. Never would he be tied down to the confinements of love, home, and family. Faaiz was not a creature to be taken lightly and one day the world would understand why.
For Faaiz childhood was spent following his fathers from one marsh village to the next searching for shelter and work. There were many times that Faaiz eye gained undue attention causing them to flee from panic stricken simpletons fearing the spread of some disease. This reaction to his unique mutation was the only one Faaiz had encountered throughout his early life. No matter where they traveled, the moronic towns folk would soon become unnerved, disgusted, and sometime violent towards Faaiz with his third glaring eye. Faaiz did not know that mutations were not unheard of in the world of Decadence. All he knew was that the people of the Golfam refused to understand or accept his, which caused more hardship and anguish to his two loving fathers and shaped Faaiz into the bitterest of creatures. It was when Faaiz was five that Thorn and Orin began to bandage the eye on his shoulder in order to hide it from the world.
That day Orin wept and Thorn felt ashamed that he was forced to hide his son's gift. They loved everything about their son, believing his uniqueness would one day lead his to do great things. They protected their boy as best they could; they trained him, and educated him with the little skills and knowledge they possessed. When the little family group found themselves between homes they taught Faaiz how to survive off what the landscape could provide them, usually young reeds and bank toads. Though hunting freeie birds (a small not intelligent magpie-like bird with moss green colors native to the region) and swamp rats (again, non-intelligent opossum-like mammal with black fur and six legs) was Faaiz's favorite sport, one at which he become very proficient. Navigation through the dense, eerie vegetation was a necessary skill to any creature living among Golfam. To not pay heed to the ever-changing surroundings of thick trees and murky water could spell doom for any adventuring party.
On one occasion while trudging through a somewhat docile stretch of land, Faaiz and his fathers came across the bodies of three outsiders (The term given to any creature not native to Golfam Marsh) who had lost their way and perished. Faaiz was amazed by these outsiders with there brown fur and purple markings. He never seen the likes of them before, in truth he had never seen any outsider before. The outside were only talked about with awe and fear among the superstition creatures of the marsh. Outside was a place where only the brave and high of suit ventured, never to return. Outsiders were never welcome and always feared. To help an outsider was to bring a curse on yourself and your family, for the outsiders were the harbingers of death, disease, and ill omen to all. Well, at least that is what the superstition simpletons of the marsh would say. However much Orin and Thorn would speak of the outside as a wondrous place where opportunities abounded, they themselves would never travel there, so there was no love lost towards the two vermin and deer who sat huddled together in death. There was some gratitude however issued when the results of raiding their pockets produced several copper and a few silver coins, as well as a loaf of not-quite stale bread, and a decently crafted thin bladed dagger. Thorn stashed to coins into his purse where he saved all their earning which had been growing gradually over the last seven years. Orin broke the bread in half, storing one section into their food bag and the other half was divided out amongst the three. The dagger was presented to Faaiz who had grown amazingly competent enough over the years to deserve a weapon at an early age.
It was at the tender age of seven that Faaiz was taught basic skills of weapon use. Thorn, a burly weasel with his rough attitude taught Faaiz the bashing effectiveness of a blunt ended club. Orin with his more delicate and artful nature was familiar with the used a slim bladed dagger and showed his son several techniques of concealing and producing said weapon with efficiency and stealth. Though Thorn and Orin were menial laborers they were also natives of Golfam, and being a native meant you had to be strong, quick witted, and prepared to kill. If you were not prepared to do what was necessary then it would be the other guy raiding your pockets. Having survived many decades alone in the harsh environment of Golfam, Thorn and Orin were well equipped to care for themselves and taught their son likewise.
Faaiz took his lessens to heart, along with the bitter sentiment which haunted him from birth. Thorn and Orin were nothing but supportive and loving, however Faaiz could not find love for them deep inside himself. In fact Faaiz found love for no creature within his capabilities. Perhaps he had not the proper disposition to love or maybe he just did not know what love was but whatever the reason, Faaiz was determined he could not and would not love another living thing. For his fathers he felt it his duty to honor them for giving him life, but even for this action he held resentment towards them. It was their mating that had produced him and his mutated limb. Though he begrudged them their thoughtless act, he could not deny the fact that a third eye came in handy. From youth Faaiz knew he was destined for more and greater things and on the fateful day when he saw those three dead outsiders rotting beneath that tree he knew he was destined leave this land of decaying vegetation a seek his fortune elsewhere.
From the day he received his dagger and club Faaiz practiced his skilled of weaponry and hunting. He soon surpassed Orin with his swiftness of blade and Thorn with his strength of club. He was brighter and more cunning then his fathers could have ever hoped. He was ambitious, daring, and never backed down from a fight. He was unbeatable in games of wit and non-negotiable in matters of trade. Each day he grew more handsome and strong until one day after months of determined practice and study Faaiz gained his bipedal form to the astonishment and joy of his animal fathers. This was that day that Faaiz set out with a resolute mind to never look back.
I love this! Sweet, just wow! Go Faaiz, be a bastard! <3 Geeze, I love him already, what a character. I especially love his dads...I might have to draw them someday... Heh, I love this little no-love ferret, I can't wait to see him in action 83
