Post by carcinoGeneticist on Apr 23, 2008 19:05:58 GMT -5
ID: SDR029
Name: Aimili
Suit: Clubs
Rank: Five
Gender: Female
Animal: Canine (Hound)
Region: Hisstor Wastes/Highlands
Dealer: Xenon
Parents: Czar Vikenti x Ashta
Current Forms
Adult
[/b]Name: Aimili
Suit: Clubs
Rank: Five
Gender: Female
Animal: Canine (Hound)
Region: Hisstor Wastes/Highlands
Dealer: Xenon
Parents: Czar Vikenti x Ashta
Current Forms
Adult
Notes[/b]
She has a full mane with an odd stripe of red down the side, and the ribcage and spine are hers. Her forepaws are made entirely of bone with no flesh to cover them, yet they function normally as she wishes them to...they just can't feel anything.
Basic Magical Ability[/b]
She can go two days without needing to sleep.
Moderate Magical Ability[/b]
When activated, she can carry up to 80 lbs of extra weight for 24 hours straight, one day per week. She is left feeling tired and somewhat drained for the 24 hours following that period.
Sock Ability[/b]
Once a week, she is now able to cause another person near her to feel as though their fingers and toes are exceedingly chilly and numb for a full minute. This will render them extremely clumsy and painfully aware of how cold the extremities are, they will be unable to pick anything up, or properly grab things during this time.
Dormouse Ability[/b]
The SD will now be able to, once a week, see exactly what it is someone in front of them desires. They can learn to focus it (for example: learning to go from seeing that they really want a steak sandwich right now, to being able to see that they want this particular man/woman more than anything, or to be Queen... They get experience as they play it out, not through points.)
The mouse is friendly and compliant to its owner only, if its owner dies...something rather drastic could happen...
Wisp of Wheat[/b]
Once a week, this SD is now capable of causing one person that they focus their attentions on to hear thin, pitiful voices calling their name at odd intervals for a full 24 hours. These voices sound as though they are on various levels of panicked whispering or shouting from a great distance away, they are constantly calling out to the victim as though they are being tortured, or stalked by something so frightening that they can’t put words to it. If the victim is unfortunate enough to pay heed to and/or follow the voices, something unfortunate could happen. PM the admin should this be the case.
Canines[/b]
Canines are the most common breed type in the realm; they live everywhere and are exceedingly adaptable. They generally tend toward looking like wolves, domesticated dogs, and foxes.
Hisstor Wastes[/b]
Residents are usually white or gray with yellow, orange, and/or red tabby-like markings. They are inordinately fond of bone ornamentation and it is rare to see a Hisstor without at least some bit of bone jewelry.
Those who subsist off of the Hisstor Wastes are feared throughout many realms; their lithe, gaunt forms and odd mannerisms give many the chills, as do the lands they live in. The Wastes are aptly named, for the land consists of long stretches of barren desert strewn with rocky plateaus and thick, choking dust. The climate is usually cool and dry, with very few trees or hills to choke back the wind that gusts through constantly. Though one might think from a distance that the shimmering air indicates heat waves, it is actually a disturbance in the magnetic field surrounding the Wastes. Most who hail from Hisstor have slight quirks or mental issues, making it difficult for others to trust them right away, though many are quite intelligent and are happily willing to share their knowledge and aid with anyone who wants it...for a price. The land they come from is rumored to be as empty and devoid of life as the residents, though the characterization of the residents is mostly fabrication brought on by fear. Most residents are instilled from birth with the intense and incredible desire for family. Whether this means their own parents, a mate, or children is up to them, but a lone Hisstor is usually an unhappy or disturbed Hisstor. Family or deep friendship are what often causes Hisstors to form “clans” or groups of people who are important to them. These people do not have to be other Hisstors; indeed, they are one of the most accepting Realms in existence. The death of a clan member can be enough to drive a Hisstor to madness or even a state of relative emotionlessness. The bones they wear are commonly those of older family members who have passed on.
Highlands[/b]
Residents are usually white with swirls of gold and red slash-like markings. Some can have either one marking or the other instead of both, but that is a rare happening.
Many consider the Highlands to be the most beautiful Realm in the world to date. Lush, rolling meadows, rich fields, thin stretches of forest, distant mountains, and quaint brooks make the Highlands one of the most respected and idolized Realms in which to work and trade. The residents of the Highlands tend to hold themselves in equally high regard and they are often respected, no matter the rank, if that is where they hail from. It is rumored that those from the Highlands are destined for greatness, and they are often groomed from birth to think so. The Highlands actually border the Courts and even overlap a bit into the Court of Hearts. Many have regarded the Hearts Court as the Highland Court for quite some time, though others have ruled there. Those of the Highlands rarely leave and will often sneer at the thought of breeding with anything other than another Highlander, though they have been known to deign to make love to Avingtons and Yarrows without too much fuss. Highlanders tend to despise those who hail from the Lowlands, as indeed many do, with nearly as much hatred as the Josggiy Marsh dwellers, despising the vague tie to them as “counterparts”.
Past Forms[/b]
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