It was once a lesser creature of Deep Chaos, swimming in it's murky depts without real sense of self, content on its being without really existing, until one day it encountered the Reality and its banal laws and solidity. This thing was not part of the Deep Chaos the creature observed, and it commanded the attention of the creature on itself, inducing it with its foreign appearance.
With the realisation of the existence of this huge something that was not part of the Deep Chaos, came also sense of self, as the creature realized that it, too, was separated part from the Deep Chaos, albeit not as separated as Reality.
Little creature became enthralled with this new being and could not take its attention away from it and its quirks. This continued on, until creature decided it wanted to experience the alien thing, rather than just watch it and so it crossed over the Veil, right into the being that bore shape and forced its banal laws upon the creature.
As a result the little creature ceased from existing and became instead shaped being called Sound That Never Ends.
Despite of what it looks, Sound That Never Ends is not a machine. Nor is it human or any kind of mortal either for that matter.
The shape it has is just a Disguise it wears in order to exist in this world with its harsh laws of reality, where light is not sound, green is not direction and one plus one always eguals two instead of delightful explosion of shadows (and occasional purple, flying squid).
Unfortunately, Sound That Never Ends isn't very good at Pretending of belonging in this world, as all the things it sees command its concentration away from existing, and as such, its form changes and frays at the edges like badly woven cloth.
Sound That Never Ends is very interested in Chaos in all forms inside the Reality, amused by the patterns it can see even in events people call insane, chaotic and even unpredictable. It also has deep fascination for death, as it has never seen such an occurrence before - to think that some beings would just choose just laying still until their Form is consumed by small creatures, instead of just simply telling themselves back to existence!
As a result, Sound That Never Ends is mostly seen lingering in locations where chaos and death have taken -or will take- place.
Last it was seen walking in the burning ruins during the aftermath of Gerian catastrophe like small, serene gravenimage, silently humming to itself, soulless eyes keen as it observed panicing, dying people and the riots and mutations around itself.
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maanantai 11. heinäkuuta 2011
Shui Huang Yujian
Name: Shui Huang Yujian (Water Emperor JadeChild)
Age: Younger than the Blind Lord of Burnt Paper.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Wavering.
Birthday: Unknown.
Eyes: Dark green all around. No black, no white.
Hair: Black like the lightless sea.
History: Long time ago, for a mortals at least, the Ocean of Johanna was ruled over by the previous Shui Huang, the farther of the Yujian. His wife, Yujian's mother, was a fiery, bird-like lady, as the traditon demanded. The Yujian, Jadechild, was first of their descendants to gain knowledge of self and so a name.
As he was young, he thirsted for the power; of mind as well as the body, and so he got absorbed in his studies and training, devoting himself for the thirst, becoming stronger as the seasons changed.
His parents, however, were afraid the powers of their son and the thirst he felt for it, for they were afraid he'd take after the one who had been before him.
But before they could act on their fear, they were murdered and the murdered was never caught.
It is rumored, though, that Yujian would have ended the lives of his parents with his own hand.
Were these dreadfull stories true or not, Yujian rose to the throne of the Joanna's ocean and rules his waters with firm, yet righteous hand.
Still, they say that the young Shui Huang has been punished too, like some of the Old Kin.
And that his punishment was to lose his heart.
Personality: Calm, collected, obsessed with power but hates everyone he thinks might be threat. As water-born being, he is absolutely enchanted by beautifull music.
Likes: Having power over someone, music, green tea, persimons, the ocean, dusk and dawn, tides.
Dislikes: Everyone with more power than he has, weakness shown in his presence, human kin.
Associations: Elements of metal and water, Eastern direction, peach tree, waterlilies, The Emperor, gusheng, waves of ocean hitting the shore.
Balance: Yang
Title: The Ocean Lord.
Age: Younger than the Blind Lord of Burnt Paper.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Wavering.
Birthday: Unknown.
Eyes: Dark green all around. No black, no white.
Hair: Black like the lightless sea.
History: Long time ago, for a mortals at least, the Ocean of Johanna was ruled over by the previous Shui Huang, the farther of the Yujian. His wife, Yujian's mother, was a fiery, bird-like lady, as the traditon demanded. The Yujian, Jadechild, was first of their descendants to gain knowledge of self and so a name.
As he was young, he thirsted for the power; of mind as well as the body, and so he got absorbed in his studies and training, devoting himself for the thirst, becoming stronger as the seasons changed.
His parents, however, were afraid the powers of their son and the thirst he felt for it, for they were afraid he'd take after the one who had been before him.
But before they could act on their fear, they were murdered and the murdered was never caught.
It is rumored, though, that Yujian would have ended the lives of his parents with his own hand.
Were these dreadfull stories true or not, Yujian rose to the throne of the Joanna's ocean and rules his waters with firm, yet righteous hand.
Still, they say that the young Shui Huang has been punished too, like some of the Old Kin.
And that his punishment was to lose his heart.
Personality: Calm, collected, obsessed with power but hates everyone he thinks might be threat. As water-born being, he is absolutely enchanted by beautifull music.
Likes: Having power over someone, music, green tea, persimons, the ocean, dusk and dawn, tides.
Dislikes: Everyone with more power than he has, weakness shown in his presence, human kin.
Associations: Elements of metal and water, Eastern direction, peach tree, waterlilies, The Emperor, gusheng, waves of ocean hitting the shore.
Balance: Yang
Title: The Ocean Lord.
torstai 7. heinäkuuta 2011
The Guardian
Name: The Guardian
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Irrelevant.
Birthday: August 19th / 22nd of Tiger's month.
Eyes: Mismatched; left dark like root beer, right golden like clear honey.
Hair: Marble syryp brown, wavy, shoulder lenght.
History: When ever there is story about the Healer, there is story about the Guardian too.
Many times he plays just a minor part on the story, maybe only referred as "Healer's Shadow", but he is there. Sometimes he plays bigger part, described as protector and right hand of the Healer, a "friend closest to his heart, his companion for life".
The oldest of the stories imply that the souls of the Healer and the Guardian would have been one in the dawn of times, later separated for unknown reasons.
In these old poems and songs the Guardian is usually referred as "The one bound to Earth" while the Healer is "He who strives for the Wind".
Personality: He is always described calm man, very often not talking to anyone but the Healer, "quiet like the breath of the wind".
He also seems not to have any priorities or morals except those of the Healer.
Likes: Silence, nature, green tea, the Healer.
Dislikes: Rudeness or disrespect shown for the Healer.
Associations: Elements of earth and metal, The Hanged man, western direction, autumn, rowanberries, valley lilies, marble tree, breeze moving the fallen leaves.
Balance: Yang
Title: The Guardian
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Irrelevant.
Birthday: August 19th / 22nd of Tiger's month.
Eyes: Mismatched; left dark like root beer, right golden like clear honey.
Hair: Marble syryp brown, wavy, shoulder lenght.
History: When ever there is story about the Healer, there is story about the Guardian too.
Many times he plays just a minor part on the story, maybe only referred as "Healer's Shadow", but he is there. Sometimes he plays bigger part, described as protector and right hand of the Healer, a "friend closest to his heart, his companion for life".
The oldest of the stories imply that the souls of the Healer and the Guardian would have been one in the dawn of times, later separated for unknown reasons.
In these old poems and songs the Guardian is usually referred as "The one bound to Earth" while the Healer is "He who strives for the Wind".
Personality: He is always described calm man, very often not talking to anyone but the Healer, "quiet like the breath of the wind".
He also seems not to have any priorities or morals except those of the Healer.
Likes: Silence, nature, green tea, the Healer.
Dislikes: Rudeness or disrespect shown for the Healer.
Associations: Elements of earth and metal, The Hanged man, western direction, autumn, rowanberries, valley lilies, marble tree, breeze moving the fallen leaves.
Balance: Yang
Title: The Guardian
The Healer
Name: The Healer
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male-ish
Orientation: Irrelevant
Birthday: June 1st / 18th of Snake month
Eyes: Salt crystal-blue
Hair: Satin black, long.
History: The Healer is mentioned in many stories of Eastern Talais and the lands where Eastern immigrants have stablished their own culture. The stories span over many times, making it impossibe to the Healerto be real, living person, as the stories mostly imply, but he is mentioned in the everyday conversations often like he really would be alive.
Some people say he was (or is) the last dragon lord, who is reborn over and over again.
In stories and theatre, his symbols are long, light blue jacket and blossoming branch of apple tree, which are nowadays symbold oh healer guild almost world-widely.
The relationship between the Healer and his Shadow is universal symbol to loyalty and friendship that conquers everything else.
In old songs and poems he is referred as "He who strives for the Wind", while his Shadow is called "The one bound to the Earth".
Personality: In stories, the Healer is described in very different ways dependin of the story. He can be gentle, caring and righteous, or mischievous, sly, even cruel depending on the settings of the story.
It seems he has very unhuman reasoning and inducements.
Likes: Herbal tea, nature, honey, his shadow.
Dislikes: Crude people, being touched, being ordered.
Associations: The World, elements of water and metal, northeast direction, rosehips, apple flowers, wild apple tree, slowly falling snow.
Balance: Yin
Title: The Healer
tiistai 28. kesäkuuta 2011
The Dark one
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
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
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
torstai 31. maaliskuuta 2011
Ïl
Lord of Lies
Betrayer of Heart
Weaver of Night
Name: Il
Age: Old geezer
Gender: None
Orientation: None?
Birthday: Long time ago
Eyes: Burning sunset orange with black sclera or pale blue with darker blue pupil,depending on who is in charge. Sometimes one of each simultaneously.
Hair: Long, white, loose curls.
History: Il might or might not own a small shop in shadier streets of Nowhere. This shop is one of those which no one ever notices until they need it, or maybe one of those that you notice one day, but have no time to examine that moment, and when you come back later, you can’t find it anywhere, even as you could have sworn it was right here...
Age: Old geezer
Gender: None
Orientation: None?
Birthday: Long time ago
Eyes: Burning sunset orange with black sclera or pale blue with darker blue pupil,depending on who is in charge. Sometimes one of each simultaneously.
Hair: Long, white, loose curls.
History: Il might or might not own a small shop in shadier streets of Nowhere. This shop is one of those which no one ever notices until they need it, or maybe one of those that you notice one day, but have no time to examine that moment, and when you come back later, you can’t find it anywhere, even as you could have sworn it was right here...
Ïl is a weaver of finest kind, with refined skills and eye for details, and for a right price they can make your wildest dreams come true.
Despite of being weaving mill, the shop is full of exotic reptiles and snakes and air in there is full of spicy and rare incenses.
Il themselves refer to self as “we” and it seems there is two more or less individual personas entangled together. They do seem to be able to tell each other apart – if they bother...
They have fosterchild in their care, who they seem to tolerate better than other people in general.
Despite of being weaving mill, the shop is full of exotic reptiles and snakes and air in there is full of spicy and rare incenses.
Il themselves refer to self as “we” and it seems there is two more or less individual personas entangled together. They do seem to be able to tell each other apart – if they bother...
They have fosterchild in their care, who they seem to tolerate better than other people in general.
Personality: Bad. Sarcastic, egoistic, sly and mischievous. Proud, intelligent tactician. Greedy for any kind of profit
Associations: Slowly decaying flowers, especially white lilies and roses, hermit, spicy incenses, dreams, ray of afternoon sun warming up one spot in dusty room, the center direction
Likes: Reptiles, snakes, fine cloth and jewelry, good tea, warmth, mind games, power games, playing against the odds, dusk and dawn, Medame (albino boa), dancing, having power over someone, being obsessed over.
Dislikes: Chains, being ruled over, bright light, when things don’t go their way (hardly never happens); people who try back out from the contract, cold, too much work, rush, hurry loud and sudden noises.
Title: White hermit, Weaver of dreams.
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