Name: The Dark one
Age: Unknwn. Old like dirt(?)
Gender: male
Orientation: Unknown
Birthday: Unknown
Eyes: Amber with obsidian scleras.
Hair: Long, colour of ash and smoke.
History: The Dark one has been imprisoned on the glade behind the wake and the sleep for the longest time. People have forgotten him and even the gods that bound him inside, fading away even from the stories that mortal kin tell to eachother.
He once thirsted for the power like no other, and as he drank to it, he woke the fears of old, jealouse gods who imprisoned him in their fear and rage.
Many of his kin were punished too, so that there would not be ones like him.
Bound, stripped from his powers, isolated from the world he burnt in silent rage, trying to find the way to escape, but even the oblivion of the old gods did not falther the bounds of his prison.
Untill, after the time in which the Dark one himself had forgotten how long had he been imprisoned, a child with nameless blood came to his prison, lost, alone.
And as the Child thirsted for affection and power, the Dark one promised to give that all, in exchange from the freedom.
Personality: Proud, honourable and jealouse. His years in imprisonement made him tad bit insane and unpredictable, yet most of the time he seems to watch world with mild amusement and ironic disdain. He has obsessive-possessive tendencies.
Likes: Freedom, sweet tea, snakes, warm sunshine, dreams, playing with people's minds.
Dislikes: Imprisonment, salty food, furred beings, cold weather, rude people challenging him, people trying to take what belongs to him.
Association: The Sun, ember, chinese crysanthemum, bamboo, amber, obsidian, carmine, Southern direction, distressing; whimsical dreams, long stewed tea poured in fine porcelain cup, elements of wood and fire.
Balance: Yang
Title: The King of Dreams
tiistai 28. kesäkuuta 2011
sunnuntai 26. kesäkuuta 2011
The White child
Name: The White child
Age: Unknown
Gender: None
Orientation: Unknown
Birthday: Unknown
Eyes: Graveyard blue
Hair: White like snow
History: The Child was born in far southern-west, where the sun sets to the bloody ocean. In birth the Child was white; the colour of death; like snow that sometimes rushed down the mountain sides, crushing people and cattle and the plants; like the smoke that raises from the funeral pyre. The Child had no gender either, to place them among those who give birth or those who protect, and so they were feared.
In time, when it became clear that the Child wouldn't just go away, they sent them to the temple to be measured and placed as seen fit.
As the child was taken before the Gaivat, the women of the temple, they examined the Child carefully and read the signs from the movements of the sacred snakes.
After many days, it finally was announced for the people that the Child was the incarnation of gods, and so the Child was bathed, clothed and dressed in fine jewellry.
Given everything they wanted or needed they lived in the temple; people would come and worship them, give them gifts of finest fruits, cloth and jewellry.
The days of their childhood drift away in the drug smoke and the fireflysongs.
They are still a Child, albeit an older one, when the demons come from the sea. Poison eyed demons attact the city and the temple and everything turns red, red, red. The city, the temple the people. Hot and flaring and red, and the White child runs for they are afraid (they are empty).
They run untill they come to the blue hills. And there they first time encounter the Dark one, the bound one on the glade behind the sleep.
And the Dark one thirsts for the freedom as the Child thists for the affection and power.
For that, they join together.
Personality: Vain, proud, childish. They love affection and obsession shown for them egually.
Likes: Fine clothing and jewellry, warmth, the Dark one, power, being obsessed over, snakes.
Dislikes: Rude people, feeling weak, not having what they want.
Associations: White lotus, blue mist, albino snakes, drifting incense smoke, the Moon, ivory, South-west direction, elements of metal and water.
Balance: Yin
Title: Living god, Child of Nameless blood
Age: Unknown
Gender: None
Orientation: Unknown
Birthday: Unknown
Eyes: Graveyard blue
Hair: White like snow
History: The Child was born in far southern-west, where the sun sets to the bloody ocean. In birth the Child was white; the colour of death; like snow that sometimes rushed down the mountain sides, crushing people and cattle and the plants; like the smoke that raises from the funeral pyre. The Child had no gender either, to place them among those who give birth or those who protect, and so they were feared.
In time, when it became clear that the Child wouldn't just go away, they sent them to the temple to be measured and placed as seen fit.
As the child was taken before the Gaivat, the women of the temple, they examined the Child carefully and read the signs from the movements of the sacred snakes.
After many days, it finally was announced for the people that the Child was the incarnation of gods, and so the Child was bathed, clothed and dressed in fine jewellry.
Given everything they wanted or needed they lived in the temple; people would come and worship them, give them gifts of finest fruits, cloth and jewellry.
The days of their childhood drift away in the drug smoke and the fireflysongs.
They are still a Child, albeit an older one, when the demons come from the sea. Poison eyed demons attact the city and the temple and everything turns red, red, red. The city, the temple the people. Hot and flaring and red, and the White child runs for they are afraid (they are empty).
They run untill they come to the blue hills. And there they first time encounter the Dark one, the bound one on the glade behind the sleep.
And the Dark one thirsts for the freedom as the Child thists for the affection and power.
For that, they join together.
Personality: Vain, proud, childish. They love affection and obsession shown for them egually.
Likes: Fine clothing and jewellry, warmth, the Dark one, power, being obsessed over, snakes.
Dislikes: Rude people, feeling weak, not having what they want.
Associations: White lotus, blue mist, albino snakes, drifting incense smoke, the Moon, ivory, South-west direction, elements of metal and water.
Balance: Yin
Title: Living god, Child of Nameless blood
Bluecloak
There is a blind man with a fourteen eyes
He's dressed in the blue
Don't stray your path to hear his lies
Not a word you hear is true.
Name: Kaamos Siniviitta (Bluecloak)
Age: Unknown. (Younger than the Dark one, older than Yujian).
Gender: male
Orientation: Unknown
Birthday: Unknown
Eyes: Milky-white, blind.
Hair: White like frost.
History: It is not clear what Kaamos exactly is or where he has come from. Most of the old stories describe him as kin to the Dark one that was captured and enslaved to guard the City of the Paper; to light the lamps at evening; to be prisoned during the day in the dungeons under the city.
When the Dark one was imprisoned, Kaamos was ripped from his ability of sight, so that he wouldn't take after him.
Mad from pain, anger and sorrow, he burnt down the city he was supposed to guard, killing everything and everyone in his rage.
But the bindings that had kept him in the city did not falther even when the city was burnt, nothing remaining but the ashes, and so Kaamos remained imprisoned and tied to the place.
In time, huge forest grew to the place of the city and around it, and it is the place where the Kaamos still roams.
No one knows where the jackdaws came, but they follow the Bluecloak and supposedly work as his eyes.
Kaamos, still insane, still mad from the wrongs done to him, wanders in the forest; tempting people with light blue fires and honey dripping words to be forever lost in the woods.
However, there are stories of him leading lost children back to their homes. He is also told to be skilled healer and sometimes desparate people set out to the quest of looking for them to cure their sickness.
Some people say he can also send disease upon people and sudden strike of illness is called "The Arrow of Bluecloak".
Personality: Insane, unpredictable; can be happy at one and sorroful at another moment. Aura of silent wisdom and bitter spite. Speaks with honey-coated tongue that hides the venom and lies.
Likes: Fire, jackdaws, forest(?), snow, furr, colour blue, mist, hot tea, swamps, forest lakes, riddles.
Dislikes: Humans, mortals in general, the Dream weaver, snakes, loud noices in the forest.
Associations: Snowdrop flowers, pinetrees, The Magician, northern direction, will o' the wisps, bilberries, labyrinth.
Balance: Yang
Title: The False guide, The Blue light
The ember
There is no horizon for the glade. No shore, no sky. Just the abyss, the mist and the trees.
The hills are veiled by the blue mist, crying the river of tears for the sins they have to bear, like pregnant mother bears the child. Even when it hurts so.
The woods are whispering silently among themselves, almost like afraid to disturb the peace of the prisoners. The heights of the trees pity them, yet cage them inside more firm, more sure than the bars of iron. For it is their punishment, and the woods understand it.
They are all nothing but shadows, their names hidden to the dust of the history. Tormented names, forgotten even by the gods that chained them there. Maybe even the gods are forgotten now, for the world has changed like the tides that turn in their time. A child no more.
Perhaps the Dark one still remembers, he has been there with them for the long time, after all.
The Dark one, the bound one. The prison was created for him in the first place.
His face is colour of shadows, dead to all feeling, for he has been lonely for a long time. Prisoned between the wake and the sleep.
Too powerfull, too bold to stay guiet even in his eternal prison like the others do, he sings silently as his long fingers, like spider legs, nails painted carmine twist the loose ends of the forgotten dreams to his pleasure; weaving them allthough not ruling over them.
Once he did rule those dreams.
But that power is bound for him now.
His eyes burning with endless rage and yearning of freedom; eyes of obsidian and amber, as his hair lays on his dark shoulders like smoke and mist and shadows.
Proud like dying sun he is, even in his imprisoned state, wisp of fire and gold and carmine.
Burning silently, like an ember.
The hills are veiled by the blue mist, crying the river of tears for the sins they have to bear, like pregnant mother bears the child. Even when it hurts so.
The woods are whispering silently among themselves, almost like afraid to disturb the peace of the prisoners. The heights of the trees pity them, yet cage them inside more firm, more sure than the bars of iron. For it is their punishment, and the woods understand it.
They are all nothing but shadows, their names hidden to the dust of the history. Tormented names, forgotten even by the gods that chained them there. Maybe even the gods are forgotten now, for the world has changed like the tides that turn in their time. A child no more.
Perhaps the Dark one still remembers, he has been there with them for the long time, after all.
The Dark one, the bound one. The prison was created for him in the first place.
His face is colour of shadows, dead to all feeling, for he has been lonely for a long time. Prisoned between the wake and the sleep.
Too powerfull, too bold to stay guiet even in his eternal prison like the others do, he sings silently as his long fingers, like spider legs, nails painted carmine twist the loose ends of the forgotten dreams to his pleasure; weaving them allthough not ruling over them.
Once he did rule those dreams.
But that power is bound for him now.
His eyes burning with endless rage and yearning of freedom; eyes of obsidian and amber, as his hair lays on his dark shoulders like smoke and mist and shadows.
Proud like dying sun he is, even in his imprisoned state, wisp of fire and gold and carmine.
Burning silently, like an ember.
sunnuntai 19. kesäkuuta 2011
Khimera; habits and social tips
The social habits of Khimera people might seem confusing, difficult and even frightening when first encountered, but with these easy basic tips you will be able to socialize with Khimera in the most situations.
You will learn more along the way and many Khimera are most forgiving for the small mistakes of foreign.
Polite way of greeting:
Start with slight brush of fingertips to your forehead then lips.
After that state your name and status (if any).
The touch of forehead symbols open mind; promise of not planning bad things over the other.
The touch of lips symbols honesty; a promise of truthful words.
The other party will then repeat this gesture.
Right form of addressing:
While introducing oneself, remember to include right title before your name. Same goes while addressing others.
Only close friends can leave the titles out, and even then they usually include them while in presence of other people.
Sere: "good/honoured sir" The unmarried male.
Serr: "good/honoured sir" The married male.
Seri: "good/honoured sir" The widowered male.
Sery: "good/honoured lady" The unmarried female.
Sera: "good/honoured madam" The married female.
Serra: "good/honoured madam" The widowed female.
Social tips:
1. The hair is tabu aka. Do not touch the hair. Ever.
The hair is extremely personal to Khimeras. Touching one's hair is privilege reserved only to one's beloved and thus touching the hair, accidentaly, or -gods forbid- by purpose is worse that grabbing someone's ass or breast in human culture.
Don't worry about the results this act leads.
Just never do it.
2. Emeres aka. Collared people.
Depending on where you come from and your up bringing you'll feel different degrees of pity or disrespect towards these people.
You have become used to associate collars with slaves and ownership, and most likely think of these people less that persons.
Do not.
Emeres are indeed owned, but only in the most loose meaning of the word; the men and women who own them are obligated to take care of them and if they feel their needs are not met, they can choose to be sold to a new master. They are protected by law and by the power of their owners.
If you're not introduced, do not try to speak with them; they will not answer and you'll be seen as rude person.
In any case do not try to order them around. They are not slaves and you'll be not only laughted at but also very likely pulled to a court from disrespecting behaviour.
Also, you'll not be able to trade anything with the Khimeras who think you as rude person.
3. Your name means nothing.
In Khimera kingdoms the person's individual accomplishment is everything that counts.
Do not exept to be respected even if you are related to someone noble or rich or other ways accomplished.
So strange as this custom may seem you'll be only laughted at if you demand good treatment becouse you're sole heir to someone well known.
Your father might be the King of the world. Khimeras do not care.
4. Piercings.
Refrain from using big, noteworthy piercing, even earrings.
Khimeras see piercings as primitive, repulsive act of self-harm, and while they don't exactly get offended by them it is better to stay as minimalized as possibe.
5. Breasts.
Khimera women often walk without any shirt under their jacket, just like men do.
Do not be shocked by this, for to them it is normal act.
Staring at women's breasts will result in strange looks and showing embarrassment caused by them is most likely met with laughter and teasing.
6. Arguments are national hobby.
Once you spend time in leisure with your Khimera acquiantances something you will say without thinking, a question or opinion for example, will most likely be met by opposing point of view that is represented in quite forward way.
Do not be offended by this; it's just Khimerian habit of spending time depating over almost everything one can think of.
The opposing opinion might seem strange, ethically or moraly wrong or just bare queer, but do not think badly of it; it doesn't necessarily represent the individual's own opinion in any way, but just acts as means to get depate started.
Curious things you'll notice:
There are plenty of strange, unfamiliar things in Khimera culture as you'll see.
Here is list of some of them:
- 70% of Khimera population are male:
While walking among the Khimera, you can easily get the feeling that every individual you see or meet are male. This has led to common misunderstanding that Khimera would keep most of their female inside, out of the eyes of foreign. That is not true. The truth is that most of the Khimera indeed is male. Seven of every ten born babies are male and so the amount of people you see is naturally male-oriented.
- Golden hair:
One of the rarer mutation of Khimera population. Roughly one of the twenty-fife children born have golden or strawberry blond hair, as the rest are normal variety of red hair.
It is believed that these children are destinated to have good fortune in life, especially in money-related issues, so do not wonder if Khimera make big fuss over golden haired child.
-Children are loved:
In average, every Khimera loves children; their own or of the other race.
It is not strange that even the total strangers pet, hug, kiss or othervice pamper the children they see. It might even be said that in Khimera culture the children are bublic posession.
The children are the future and their well-being is close to the national-heart of the Khimera.
-Females are taller:
As an (assumed) individual of human race you have gotten used to thougt that females are smaller, more fragile sex. This is not true with Khimera.
The average height of Khimera female is 2,10m (688.98ft) as the averge height of male is from 1,80m to 2m (590 to 656ft).
-Humans are cute:
There is no way to avoid this; where ever you go, you'll get glances and looks.
An average Khimera think human as cutest little thing; probably as a result of parental instinct as facial sculpture of most humans (especially Eastern) remaind somewhat that of the Khimera children; being softer and having bigger, rounder eyes along with lack of height compared to Khimera.
They should not baby-talk to you thought.
You will learn more along the way and many Khimera are most forgiving for the small mistakes of foreign.
Polite way of greeting:
Start with slight brush of fingertips to your forehead then lips.
After that state your name and status (if any).
The touch of forehead symbols open mind; promise of not planning bad things over the other.
The touch of lips symbols honesty; a promise of truthful words.
The other party will then repeat this gesture.
Right form of addressing:
While introducing oneself, remember to include right title before your name. Same goes while addressing others.
Only close friends can leave the titles out, and even then they usually include them while in presence of other people.
Sere: "good/honoured sir" The unmarried male.
Serr: "good/honoured sir" The married male.
Seri: "good/honoured sir" The widowered male.
Sery: "good/honoured lady" The unmarried female.
Sera: "good/honoured madam" The married female.
Serra: "good/honoured madam" The widowed female.
Social tips:
1. The hair is tabu aka. Do not touch the hair. Ever.
The hair is extremely personal to Khimeras. Touching one's hair is privilege reserved only to one's beloved and thus touching the hair, accidentaly, or -gods forbid- by purpose is worse that grabbing someone's ass or breast in human culture.
Don't worry about the results this act leads.
Just never do it.
2. Emeres aka. Collared people.
Depending on where you come from and your up bringing you'll feel different degrees of pity or disrespect towards these people.
You have become used to associate collars with slaves and ownership, and most likely think of these people less that persons.
Do not.
Emeres are indeed owned, but only in the most loose meaning of the word; the men and women who own them are obligated to take care of them and if they feel their needs are not met, they can choose to be sold to a new master. They are protected by law and by the power of their owners.
If you're not introduced, do not try to speak with them; they will not answer and you'll be seen as rude person.
In any case do not try to order them around. They are not slaves and you'll be not only laughted at but also very likely pulled to a court from disrespecting behaviour.
Also, you'll not be able to trade anything with the Khimeras who think you as rude person.
3. Your name means nothing.
In Khimera kingdoms the person's individual accomplishment is everything that counts.
Do not exept to be respected even if you are related to someone noble or rich or other ways accomplished.
So strange as this custom may seem you'll be only laughted at if you demand good treatment becouse you're sole heir to someone well known.
Your father might be the King of the world. Khimeras do not care.
4. Piercings.
Refrain from using big, noteworthy piercing, even earrings.
Khimeras see piercings as primitive, repulsive act of self-harm, and while they don't exactly get offended by them it is better to stay as minimalized as possibe.
5. Breasts.
Khimera women often walk without any shirt under their jacket, just like men do.
Do not be shocked by this, for to them it is normal act.
Staring at women's breasts will result in strange looks and showing embarrassment caused by them is most likely met with laughter and teasing.
6. Arguments are national hobby.
Once you spend time in leisure with your Khimera acquiantances something you will say without thinking, a question or opinion for example, will most likely be met by opposing point of view that is represented in quite forward way.
Do not be offended by this; it's just Khimerian habit of spending time depating over almost everything one can think of.
The opposing opinion might seem strange, ethically or moraly wrong or just bare queer, but do not think badly of it; it doesn't necessarily represent the individual's own opinion in any way, but just acts as means to get depate started.
Curious things you'll notice:
There are plenty of strange, unfamiliar things in Khimera culture as you'll see.
Here is list of some of them:
- 70% of Khimera population are male:
While walking among the Khimera, you can easily get the feeling that every individual you see or meet are male. This has led to common misunderstanding that Khimera would keep most of their female inside, out of the eyes of foreign. That is not true. The truth is that most of the Khimera indeed is male. Seven of every ten born babies are male and so the amount of people you see is naturally male-oriented.
- Golden hair:
One of the rarer mutation of Khimera population. Roughly one of the twenty-fife children born have golden or strawberry blond hair, as the rest are normal variety of red hair.
It is believed that these children are destinated to have good fortune in life, especially in money-related issues, so do not wonder if Khimera make big fuss over golden haired child.
-Children are loved:
In average, every Khimera loves children; their own or of the other race.
It is not strange that even the total strangers pet, hug, kiss or othervice pamper the children they see. It might even be said that in Khimera culture the children are bublic posession.
The children are the future and their well-being is close to the national-heart of the Khimera.
-Females are taller:
As an (assumed) individual of human race you have gotten used to thougt that females are smaller, more fragile sex. This is not true with Khimera.
The average height of Khimera female is 2,10m (688.98ft) as the averge height of male is from 1,80m to 2m (590 to 656ft).
-Humans are cute:
There is no way to avoid this; where ever you go, you'll get glances and looks.
An average Khimera think human as cutest little thing; probably as a result of parental instinct as facial sculpture of most humans (especially Eastern) remaind somewhat that of the Khimera children; being softer and having bigger, rounder eyes along with lack of height compared to Khimera.
They should not baby-talk to you thought.
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