Post by Aikaph on Jan 1, 2011 23:58:42 GMT -8
Name: Pr'sel (Priasel)
Age: Nineteen, Autumn
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Green Charlie Winglet
Location: The Eyrie
Personality:
Pr’sel is a very kind person. Always wanting to help, she will attempt to assist somebody in any way that she can. Whether it be carrying objects, or bathing a dog, or even just keeping an eye on the sheep, she’d do it. However, she is more often pushed away by a gentle hand and given a pitying gaze. To any passer-by, it would seem odd, but to the person that the girl is trying to help, it’s glaringly obvious.
Pr'sel is a quiet individual, only speaking when absolutely necessary. If she makes any friends, she is very loyal to them and would not let them down. She keeps her promises, and ensures that her friends and Simourv are well cared for before she tends to herself.
The Winglet is a very visual person, she often uses hand motions to put emphasis on what she says. However, from an average passer-by, it may either look like she's trying to smack the person she's talking to across the face, or just look crazy.
Because of her lack of conversation with others, the Charlie hasn’t really conversed with many of her classmates, but she has watched a few young men and woman from afar, unsure of how to confront them. All that she is looking for is somebody whom she would be able to trust herself around, no matter what.
Appearance:
Pr’sel is not the strongest person in the world, but she’s not really the weakest, either. She’s somewhat in the middle, leaning towards the lower end of the scale. She stands at an average five feet and six inches, and weighs about 115 pounds. Her skin is fair, and only turns one shade darker and a good amount of shades redder in the hottest summer days. More of a writer than a fighter, her muscles aren’t really as developed as many of the others. Her left middle finger has a writer’s callous on it from gripping her pencils far too tight throughout her life.
Framing her narrow face in brown locks, her hair usually grows only to the length of her shoulders. However, it is soon cut off into a boyish style that suits her just as well. The only part of her face that isn’t devoid of markings is her slightly broad nose; a relatively large freckle sits on the side of it. Her light brown eyes are framed by low-set eyebrows that lead the viewer’s eye towards her nose and down to her lips. The lower lip is fuller than the upper by a little bit, and seems to help the upper lip stretch across when she smiles that wide smile of hers.
Family:
Mother: Genevieve - Fisher, expecting (42)
Father: Nathaniel - Botanist/Brewer (43)
Eldest Brother: James - Apprentice Hunter (25)
Eldest Sister: Naomi - Apprentice Fisher (23)
Younger Sister: Shelia (12)
Younger Brother: Peter (deceased, ate a Poison Heart)
Pets:
No pets as of yet.
~*~Egg: The Closed Ahead Dwarf~*~
Simourv Name: Vesperaph
Simourv Color: Green *afa60b*
Simourv Age: Less than a year old
Personality:
Ever since she hatched, little Vesperaph never liked crowds. Ever. They intimidated her, they stared at her, and they gave her all the attention that she DID NOT WANT. A shy creature, she will easily hide behind the nearest object that she can hide behind to avoid prodding eyes. However, she adores her Rider, and will only get a little squeamish if there are only three or four people around. But over seven people? Forget it.
When she’s alone with her Rider and exponentially happy, Pr’sel can expect herself to be practically glomped by her green. The chick is rather physical with her affection, and just ADORES snuggling and cuddling with Hers. Her green-feathered self is rarely far away from the girl, and always find some time in the day to cuddle her at least once.
Strangely enough, she seems more Tawny than Green due to her empathic nature. She’s able to sense the emotions of others much like a Tawny, only not at such a high level as her brown sisters/cousins/aunts. Unfortunately, because she’s so darn shy, she only knows Hers’ emotions at an exponentially high level. If Pr’sel is sad, Vesperaph is DEPRESSED. If Pr’sel is happy, Vesperaph is OVERJOYED. Virtually all of Pr’sel’s emotions are magnified her Green Simourv.
Appearance:
This green Simourv chick is on the larger scale, but it is still too early to tell if she will outstrip any of her older siblings or even some of the pioneers. Her downy feathers are quite soft to the touch, and they accentuate her baby-like appearance and demeanor. She’s not all wobbly on her feet, but much prefers to huddle next to Pr’sel’s side in case she needs to hide.
Despite being classified as a green, Vesperaph doesn’t really look all that… well, green. The majority of her body is more of a yellow than a green, but still a shade of green nonetheless. Her legs and feet are a creamy orange-tan, and silver talons click against stone. Deep green tear streaks run from pale yellow eyes that are, more often than not, wide open to catch any and all prying eyes to run from. Her chest is practically white, with the large white spot fading into a bright yellow-green. This form of gradient is also located on her upper wings, but her flight feathers have a pattern similar to her tail. Many (but not all) of her tail feathers are outlines in a rich forest green, with the very last tail feathers being that forest green outlined by an even darker forest green. The middle flight feathers are like the majority of Vesperaph’s tail, and the last flight feathers at the bottom are like the tail tip. Her ears are capped with the lighter of the forest greens with a medium-brown inner ear. Overall, absolutely adorable in Pr’sel’s eyes.
Parentage:
Gray Eceph x Black Alianph
History:
Though the great cities of Chydyn, Itnala, and Sayaie offered everything many families hoped for, a group of about fifty families decided that they wanted a smaller town closer to the sea, so that they could feel more like a family than a community and be close to plentiful food. Two of these families were the parents and siblings of Guinevere and Nathaniel. Their families had been together since their births, and the parents of the two joked that they were destined for one another.
As it turned out, by the time the village of Jemlar was fully functional, the childhood friends were stuck like glue. Whenever you saw one, you saw the other. This childhood friendship grew into a blossoming romance, almost fit for a fairytale. Once they were of age, they happily married, and not five months after the celebration, little James entered the world.
James was a true gentleman, with his father’s strawberry-blonde hair and his mother’s forest green eyes. If he was asked to do something, it was already done. Soon, the quiet boy was accompanied by the equally quiet Naomi two years later. They looked and acted so identical, many would have thought that they were twins. However, Guinevere and Nathaniel wanted a large family, and two was hardly big at all. Many of the other villagers were not surprised when the happy mother’s stomach bulged for the third time, but were rather surprised by the child that came.
While James and Naomi took their father’s hair and mother’s eyes, the little girl had the reverse. Her hair grew out to be her mother’s rich brunette, and her eyes were her father’s light brown. Another thing that was different; she was loud. In comparison to her siblings, of course. Six-year old James absolutely adored the little child, and Naomi, being her brother’s follower, adored her equally. Thrilled by the bouncing baby girl, they named her Priasel.
After a long pause of seven years, Sheila, another girl, came into the world, and she was like little Priasel: brown hair, brown eyes. They got along extremely well, and yet the relatively large family was willing to let in a few more. However, the village of Jemlar was getting too small to hold such a large family. Soon, about five years after Peter, the supposedly last child, was born, the village set off towards the city of Sayaie.
The trek was pretty uneventful, considering half the families were merchants and often made their way to Sayaie to sell their goods. The well-worn path through the brush was more like a tourist path than anything. Vibrant blue fruits lined some of the trees that they passed. Nathaniel often picked these when they set up camp and dried them over the fire. In the morning, the botanist would stir in the powder that was left into some water and make a delicious tea for everybody the following morning.
Priasel's father had once chided her for trying to eat one of the fruits before he could crush it and let it dry. "Those are Poison Hearts!" he would scold. "They may be sweet, but you'll be a goner if you eat one, dead by sundown." that kept the girl from even touching the ruits, let alone eating it.
They were not far from Sayaie, and Nathaniel had his back turned, tending the fire. Peter had found the sack in which the Poison Hearts were held. Nathaniel heard a bag rustling, but he didn't take any note of it until he heard his son speak.
"Daddy, why won't you let us eat the bloopies? They're so sweet!" Face pale from fear, the father turned to see his son holding a half-eaten Poison Heart, juice smeared all over his face and hands. With a sob, he turned away from his youngest child, too grief-stricken by the fact that the child was not going to be with them when they graced Sayaie's gates. He slept fitfully that night.
He was awaken by loud sobs coming from his wife, and he knew fully well on why. He looked up from where he was sleeping to see Guinevere clutching the still body of little Peter, the woman and her children bowed in grievance. He placed a hand on her shoulder for reassurance, but all he could say was, "I shouldn't have let those fruits out of my sight..."
After he spoke those words, the group buried Peter's corpse, gathered their supplies, and finished their trek to the great city of Sayaie. After asking around for a place to stay, Priasel's family settled in a house not too far away from the city gates. Nathaniel quickly set up shop to sell "Heart Tea," as he called it. He often went with the hunters of Sayaie to harvest more of the fruits, and eventually grew a garden of them in their yard. To say the least, the drink became rather popular.
Priasel hadn't gotten over Peter's death. Every night, she prayed that he was safe, wherever his spirit was. It worried her parents to see her in such a state. After the death of her beloved brother, she had drifted away from her friends, becoming more and more solitary to the point where she only spoke when it was direly necessary. While she prayed for her passed brother, her parents begged that a miracle befall their daughter.
Finally, when Priasel was eighteen, their prayers were answered. A large red bird landed in Sayaie, looking for a certain someone. Within minutes, a man was walking into the house and dragging Priasel out of the house. She struggled and looked to her parents for support. They just waved tearfully farewell, smiles adorning their faces. She didn't understand, and she fought the entire way to the red beast. When she caught sight of it, she stopped and stared. He was magnificent, and that was only amplified when a voice touched her mind.
Congratulations! You have just been Searched by the MAGNIFICENT Hjolteph~!
The first Candidate lesson was pretty decent; the Candidatemaster was enthusiastic, and he reminded her of Peter: kind, warm, and willing to help. After each lesson, she came to enjoy his presence, and absolutely adored Aburoqaph.
It wasn’t long before Eceph’s first clutch Hatched, and the mute was left standing. It was disheartening, but she knew enough about animals in general that the Gray wouldn’t rise once and that’s it. Soon after that, the Tawny Altaph Rose and Clutched, and three more chicks walked away without her. She knew the chances were slim, what with three eggs and many Candidates, but it was still sad to be left Standing.
It had been a year since Eceph’s last Hatching, and now only a few eggs remained. Priasel watched all of the eggs with excitement and anxiety. First a large egg burst to reveal a Tawny that was just content to sit. Priasel thought that she was rather cute, but then was distracted by the smaller egg that was behind her.From the egg came a Green that was just terrified. Priasel felt kind of bad for her, and averted her gaze in case it would make the baby feel better. She was so preoccupied with watching the other chicks Impress that she didn’t even notice that the shy little Green had slithered her way towards her and into her heart.
Let's go, Pr'selMine. Your Vesperaph is hungry and she's afraid of all these people. Vesperaph was coiled tightly around Priasel – now Pr’sel’s – legs, and it took a few very long moments for it to finally click in her head. Eyes widening to the size of golf balls, she watched as Vesperaph wrapped herself about her legs. With a smile breaking across her face, she bent down to pat the downy feathers on her Vesperaph – her Simourv! – on the head and back. And for the first time since Peter's death, somebody looked up to her rather than somebody else.
Her voice was quiet, barely audible, but it still carried with an air of love as she said, ”Okay, my Vesperaph… let’s go.” The smile was wide on her face as she finally found somebody to help bandage her heart and maybe, just maybe, make it whole once more.
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I do have permission to use the aforementioned characters in Pr'sel's history.
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