Daoniverusius - Ireland

[Vyn]

Your Name: Vyn
E-mail: [e-mail]
URL: www.geocities.com/stranded_twilight

Character
Name: Daoniverusius
ID: --
Gender: Male
Sub-Species: Defore
Rank: Hunter
Breed: Feline (lynx)
Type: Water
Variation: Hendunu
Mutations: Darker Coloration/ Head Fin. Gills.
Accessories: Necklace. Bracelet (x2)
Notes:
Daoni was born into the Caravan of the Siren's Sea: a female-dominated Caravan which had taken over an uninhabited isle of the coast of Greece many centuries earlier upon the urgings of their Shaman, whom had taken a deep interest in Grecian mythology, namely the sirens, and the Chief (a female water lynx who had taken a strong liking to the Shaman) was more than happy to relocate to the isolated isle. There the Shaman was able to delve more deeply into the legends of the Sirens and would often spend far more time in the company of humans in the Grecian libraries than he did with his Caravan.

Soon, however, the females of the Caravan had found more fascinating things to do and within mere weeks of moving onto the isle they discovered just how lonely sea-faring humans could get. Foolish men would come to rest in the quiet harbor of their island and never managed to escape, lured away by what the few survivors claimed were Sirens or Water Nymphs. Their method had become a game to them, but it lured many curious Defore and Euclides alike, all fascinated by the stories of 'Sirens'. Female Defores were happily accepted into the Caravan, so long as they were of the Water type, but they had become defiant about accepting males into their Caravan and would only accept their company for breeding purposes. When the kits were born, the males most often went away with their sire, but on the rare occasion that the sire would not take his sons, they were drowned.

It was on one of these occasions that Daoni was born.

His mother was a Nindian Artisan, and his father an American Cionre Pioneer who had been scouting through the territories in the Grecian area. He never found anything of satisfaction beside a few amorous nights with the Nindian Artisan before he left to return home. Daoni and his two sisters were eventually born from that short union, and the other females of Daoni's caravan were not at all happy to discover a male had been abandoned in their Caravan.

Luckily, before they could drown the young Hendunu kit, the Shaman happened upon the session and took pity on Daoni. He adopted the kit and returned with him to his cove on the other side of the isle where the other females would not have to deal with a male's presence.


The time that Daoni and the Shaman spent together would be short; no more than three decades, but in that time the Shaman would easily fall in love with the boy's serene and mysterious personality as well as his seductive charm. Every chance he got, the Shaman would take Daoni back to the mainland with him (in their human forms for both were Hendunu Defore), dressing him up as a female and more often treating him like a lover than a son. Daoni was a clever child, and had no trouble noticing his mentor's affections and he happily returned them all.

Yet, it was due to this closeness that Daoni was able to see the obsessive side to his mentor that the rest of the Caravan never truly saw. In fact, Daoni would not have been in the Shaman's care for more than five full years before Daoni himself became the object of the Shaman's obsessive research.

In the quiet of the Shaman's cave, he taught Daoni as much as he could about the Shaman's abilities. He trained the boy to use Shaman-like healing techniques and, in later years, to manipulate water spirits in the slightest degrees. However, during the time on the mainland, the Shaman bought Daoni the most expensive voice trainer in the town and worked on improving the boy's voice throughout his childhood.

Daoni's training would go on like that for the greater part of the three decades the two would spend together: a continuous quest to turn the young Defore into the closest emulation of a true siren as was possible.


Daoni could never clearly recall the events of his and the Shaman's final day in each other's company. Due to the aftermath, he has no trouble believing he simply blocked out the traumatic moments of the afternoon in a desperate attempt to cope. Nevertheless, the day started normally enough: the two had gone to a nearby island to swim in the warm waters of the lake there, only to be interrupted by a gnarled looking Hag. From the beginning she was a rude disgusting example of humanity and Daoni would've been happier to turn and leave, but she had clearly stated her offer before Daoni could convince his mentor to leave. She called the Shaman by his name, claimed she had been expecting them...that she knew what they needed to complete the experiment.

The offer was one that the Shaman could not resist, his obsessive nature wouldn't allow it, and there would be nothing in Daoni's power that could stop him. So, grudgingly, he followed after his mentor as the Hag led them to her lair: a small, damp cave as hideous as the Hag herself.

Her conversation was quick and to the point, a blessing to the two Defores as her voice was like listening to nails screech over a chalk board. She told them that she was a Sea Witch and that she'd been expecting the Shaman's arrival for years. But the one and only thing that mattered to the Shaman was that she had the final piece to his puzzle, the missing link that would allow him to create the siren he was so obsessed with. She left the room for a moment, and returned with a small wooden box, which she handed to the Shaman with the utmost relief.

As the Shaman opened the box, a putrid gas seeped out from within it, poisoning the air around them. Gagging, the Shaman fell first for he was closer to the poison, but Daoni didn't have time to run nor would he if he was given the chance. Instead he launched himself toward the Shaman in an attempt to close the lid of the box before whatever it was inside had done too much damage. He succeeded in what he had attempted to do, but as the world faded into darkness he got one last glimpse into the Sea Hag's savage, hungry eyes and knew that it wouldn't be enough.

When Daoni's memory finally returned to him, he was sprawled in a pool of blood, staring listlessly at a mutilated form mere inches from his muzzle. How long he laid there, in the stench of death and rot, Daoni isn't quite sure, but at one point the realization that he was actually staring at his mentor finally dawned upon him. Yet he couldn't bring himself to move, to accept that he had lost the one person that meant everything to him. From there everything became foggy once more, and time itself seemed to start and stop. From the cave to the beach, his master in the hands of his anthro form. An eternity on the beach, last moments with the man he loved, and then the Shaman was sinking into the ocean. Daoni was abruptly on the move once more.

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Stats:
Health - 20/20
Strength: 4
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 7
Charisma: 7
Stamina: 6
Luck: 1

Assigned Country: Ireland
Items:
Pack (10t)
Water Gourd (5t)
Bread (enough for 5 meals) (5t)
Reviving Medicine (enough for 2 uses) (15t)
Healing Medicine (enough for 3 uses) (10t )
Longbow (15t)
Arrows (pack of 5) (5t)
Decorated Walking Stick (5t)
Rope (10t)
Cloak (10t)
Lyre (10t)
Tirithium: 20
Hunt-Critters Found: 0

[iprince]

When Arry had said the boat trip wasn't going to be high class, he most certainly meant it! You find yourself stranded in the middle of an old, moldy dock. You didn't even know the city was close to the ocean...or perhaps you did, considering your heritage and your connection to it.

Tied to the dock is a medium-sized rust bucket of a boat. It doesn't look safe at all, and you don't want to think about what might happen if something capable of capsizing a ship like that bumps into it. Like a fish. You shudder at the thought of boarding it. It would be much safer to swim all the way to Ireland.

Wherever that was.

"Why hello there my pretty miss,"a slurred and cheerful voice pipes up behind you. You turn to see a bright-eyed man, dressed top to bottom in torn, sea-worthy clothing. His black hair is riddled with white and grey, and the lines on his stubbled face are deep and harsh, but somehow, he managed to look like a rather friendly person. He apparently hasn't noticed your gender,"Will you be boarding the Catastrophe, m'lady? She doesn't look like much, but she'll get you to where y' need t' go."

You peered down at your boat ticket, then up at the man.

What choice do you have, really?

((I'm assuming Daoni is in human form x.x From this point on, there won't be nearly so much of second person point of view. The hunt will be done up in a D&D-ish style. Not quite...but the same general roleplaying idea.
Mem. Game Master. X3 I like the sound of that.))

[Vyn]

Daoni moved silently over the old, moldy dock, trying hard to ignore the state of things. After all, the dock could only foretold similarities with the boats it held. Life in the sea had taught him this. In fact, swimming did appear the more appealing of the two options. However, Daoni knew nothing of the waters surrounding Ireland and didn't trust himself not to get lost...so it was up to the captain of this horrid little dingy.

At the sound of the voice, the siren-like male turns about, the flowing blue-green dress swaying elegantly with his movements. Pale blond locks fell elegantly about him, though they were tinted with an odd blue-ish tint, as if the sea had stained itself into both of his forms.

"Goodday."

'She' responded mildly, keeping the disdain politely out of 'her' voice and replacing it with that subtle allure which was so perfectly common in the myths of Sirens. At very least, the man looked a bit more sea-worthy than his craft... Perhaps she wouldn't be destined for a swim in unknown waters too soon.

Sighing Daoni's gaze slid from man to ticket and then lastly to the boat before he sighed and his gaze slid upward to the Captain.

"I believe I am."

With that Daoni shifted his pack lightly. It contained just about everything he needed. Food, Medicine, even his pack of arrows and his Lyre were set snugly inside. The longbow was settled easily over his shoulder and the rope was tied about his waist in the manner of a belt which held Daoni's water gourd. The cloak was currently covering Daoni's lean frame, and he helped himself easily into the not-so-sea-worthy craft with the assistance of his walking stick.

To anyone who really looked, it was a bit off to see a graceful 'woman' like Daoni toting about such things with such perfect ease, but most were more preoccupied with listening to his voice than questioning his not exactly dainty strength.

[iprince]

The sailor followed quickly after you, his smile crooked a little with the disappointment of being blown off like that, without a decent conversation at all. Oh well, the poor girl was probably nervous as hell about going to sea on Catastrophe. Or tired from carting around all that luggage of hers.

His rank upon the ship was quickly known, as soon as he set foot off the boarding plank. A few of the other sailors stopped to send a quirky salute his way, then quickly went back to preparing the boat. The older man's eyes glittered with merriment, and he shouted half-heartedly at a pair of boys who were doing nothing more than fooling around with a set of sails,"Oi! Ye two, I don't want them sails on tit over teakettle!"

The two boys chuckled, and lifted their hands in mock salute.

He turned his attention back to you,"Come along miss, I'll you ye to yer cabin, so ye can take some of that load off yer shoulders."

Just as he was talking, a set of sails went up. The insignia of a great, blue crow stitched into the center made it quite obvious that they had been put up upside down. The Captain frowned up at it, shaking his fist at the two boys now doubled over with wicked laughter,"Rapscallions! I should feed ye both to pirates!" But his voice was not one of anger.

He shook his head, and turned away,"Ignore them miss. Yun'ons are always lookin' for a bi' 'o fun. We'll be settin' sail soon, so you might wanna settle down a bi'. The sea ain't never a smooth ride." Which, of course, was something you already knew.


But there was more to this ship than just a guest's cabin. There were rooms, above and below, deck, that might hold some interesting tales. Surely a man that seemed as nice as this sea-faring Captain wouldn't mind letting you have a peek around his ship? You'd no doubt be treated like a queen on the rust bucket, being the only 'lady' onboard.

Which reminded you. Why were you the only passenger? Didn't ships (even dingy-sized one's like this) take passengers, not passenger, to the island? So why just you? You were almost ready to ask the Captain, when you noticed his gaze was yet again elsewhere, staring across the docks at...the warehouse. The tiny silhouette of Arry or Yuukuj could just barely be seen in it's darkness.

Snapping out of his daze, the Captain turned to bark a few more orders to his subordinates, and the ship was quickly ready to set sail. The anchor was hoisted, and the Catastrophe inched across the water at a slow and steady pace.

[Vyn]

Daoni would've felt work for blowing the sailor off had he not been so distracted with the sort of ship he was boarding. Every step he took on board was cautious, but they were slowly becoming more and more confident. So far nothing was falling apart under foot, and the sailors on board didn't appear at all nervous.

In fact, they were all in rather high spirits, so why was Daoni so nervous? Because the ship still looked like an over-sized fish might be able to cause it a good deal of unease.

Sighing slowly the young Hendunu had no choice but to accept that this was his transportation, like it or not, and that he shouldn't spend the whole trip in a state of anxiety. It wouldn't help anyone in the least.

The captain's words were met with a small smile, the first sign that this 'lady' wasn't a cold clam of a person. "Thank you." He purred out lightly. "That'd be nice."

His smile only brightened at the youth's antics. Daoni didn't always trust humans, women doubly so, but children had yet to fall under his suspicion.

"Children will indeed be children." He said with a soft laugh, though his silvery gaze drifted slowly toward the sea as he spoke. The sea was rough, that was an understatement...but Daoni didn't bother to say anything on the subject. If anything was currently worse than the sea itself it was the ship Daoni was riding, but again...he could do nothing for that.


However, despite lingering doubts about the Catastrophe, Daoni's natural curiosity was beginning to kick in as well. There were quite a few rooms on this rust bucket, especially considering that Daoni appeared to be the only passenger, let alone the only one who appeared to be 'female'.

Tilting his gaze toward the Captain, Daoni was about to question him before his gaze fell over the silhouette of a rather familiar figure. Arry or Yuukuj, Daoni couldn't tell, but Murdon nonetheless. Did that mean the Captain knew something about his quest?

As the ship began its slow, steady pace forward Daoni slipped closer to the Captain, managing to hold his bags steady even as he adjusted to the sway of the ship.

"Sir." He questioned softly, his voice as light as ever. "Who were you looking at?"

Silvered gaze slid back toward the warehouse, head tilted ever so slightly so blue-tinted hair fell lightly over Daoni's shoulders. Never before had he heard of humans actually knowing about what he was, but he didn't doubt that there were an occasional few who did.

[iprince]

"Hm?" the captain averted his gaze back to you. It took him a moment to draw the question up from his mind, he'd only been half listening when you asked it, after all,"Oh, no one to concern yerself with, miss. A Cap'n's Cap'n, that's all." He shot you a sloppy grin, "Yer quarters then?"

He led you, just as confused and explainationless as before, down to the Tween decks, where many a bunk was clothed and smoothed out. It was apparent that the Catastrophe hadn't been out to sea for a few days, at least. The ships lower decks looked impeccably clean. The Captain touched your elbow, ever-so lightly, and steered you around to the end of the tween decks, where a large grey sheet had been put up to separate the last bunk from the rest of the 'cabin'.

"When we 'eard we were gonna 'ave a lady onboard, we thought ye mind want a li'l privacy, at least. It ain't much, but we tried. If ye don't find it suitable or to yer tastes, I'd be more'n happy to move ye to the great cabin. I ain't got much a use for it, after all."

It really wasn't much, but you did get a bunk to yourself, and the sheet left you with some privacy from the peering eyes of the other sailors. There was a dresser drawer set aside for you behind the sheet as well, where you might stash your clothes or supplies. The great cabin, or the Captain's quarters, would be better looking, perhaps warmer, as well. And the Captain did offer...

"The Fo'c'sle is just up above 'ere, if yer feelin' hungry, and our cook's nice enough. Ain't gonna be the kind 'o food yer used to, I'm sure. I apologize for that. The boy's'll all be about the main deck if ye need some 'elp gettin' around, so no worries about gettin' lost, or 'aving questions. Speakin' o' questions, is there anythin' ye'd like teh ask, before I get back t' work, maintainin' this rust bucket?"

[Vyn]

Daoni lifted an eyebrow delicately, it wasn't much of an explanation but he'd gotten what he'd wanted from the conversation. The one directing his quest was also in command of the Captain, details would've been a tad bit more helpful, but Daoni was satisfied enough to keep from prying.

As Daoni was lead downstairs he examined the Tween decks, always unsure if he really trusted the ship he was walking on, but becoming more and more surefooted as he forced himself to accept that there was no other choice. Finally arriving at the closed off bunk, Daoni smiled again. A bit of privacy was indeed nice, not because he was a woman...but because that was exactly what he wasn't.

However, the cabin would grant him more privacy...less chance of being discovered as to not being a woman. And the possible chance to stretch his limbs in his true form, if only for a little while.

"The cabin would be nice... That is, if I'm not putting you out too much."

Daoni was a polite creature, having been raised by a scholarly sort, but the cabin was indeed a preferable plan. As the captain continued his last minute explanations, Daoni nodded here and there until at last he came to the comment he'd been waiting for. Any questions? Quite a few, but one in particular.

"Yes, actually, I do." The young male, dressed as a female shifted awkwardly. "Why am I the only passenger? I would expect at least one or two others going to the island as well?"

[iprince]

"Aye, 'tis no problem, lendin' ye my quarters for the trip,"he turned, and ripped down that sheet that had served as a wall between bunks,"I didnae think ye'd wanna be sleepin' down 'ere anyway. Not much for privacy, an' sailors kin be a randy bunch." He stuffed the sheet into a crumpled, messy form and tossed it onto the bed. Setting his rough hands over your shoulders lightly, he began to steer you away from the tween decks,"Come along then, miss, ai'll show ye t' the Cap'n's quarters. I warn ye, it can get a might be colder up there."

You shuffled passed a few young sailors as they dove for pillows and quite happily started beating each other with them. The Captain, who'd yet to introduce himself, rolled his eyes and pressed on,"The boys'll settle down soon enough, dun worry about them. Their all a bi' rowdy come leavin' port."

At your question, he seems to slow down, letting his hand slide off your shoulder to tug down the hem of his shirt,"'course there are. Lot'sa people are goin' to Ireland this time 'o year. 'tis a nice island. They take the ferry, though. And ye, ah,"he smiled sympathetically, shrugging,"Ye got the short end 'o the stick. Sorry miss. Perhaps yer return journy'll be a bi' more...up to par, fit fer a lady like yerself."

He shook his head, running his fingers through his ruddy, grey-streaked hair,"Come along then,"he sighed, and clambered back up to the main deck. The Captain's Cabin sat securely before the stern. The Captain opened the door and stepped to the side, welcoming you in with a quick hand gesture,"I'll 'ave to take out a few of me things o'course, but that shan't take long."

[Vyn]

Daoni nodded and smiled warmly.

"Aye, so I've heard."

He murmured softly, amusement in his voice. Daoni had met plenty of sailors in his traveling, a rough bunch, but friendly enough if you knew how to handle them. Despite being slightly uncomfortable around humans, he was careful not to flinch as the captain gripped his shoulders, and instead he quietly allowed himself to be led away from the tween decks.

"That's fine, sir... I'm quite all right with the cold."

He smiled again, a lovely expression for a lovely 'girl', as he watched the boys. However, Daoni's expression faltered slightly as he watched the small decline in the Captain's pleasure.

"Beggars can't be choosers. Besides, more popular crafts rarely have such pleasant company aboard." Daoni nodded politely as the Captain beckoned them onward, his dress swaying softly as the twilight wind brushed back along his lean frame.

Once to the cabin, Daoni entered when gestured to, nodding gently to the Captain's request. "Of course, take as long as you need." With that said, Daoni allowed his gaze to slide over the inside of the cabin, cat-like curiousity glinting in his silver eyes. For some reason he'd always had a fascination for human trinkets...especially after his mentor had died and Daoni left the company of humans.

[iprince]

The captain kept his word, making short of piling maps and trinkets on the main table, and scooping them into his bag. There was quite the odd assortment of things he was taking out, but everything seemed to have something to do with traveling about the sea. A few journals, a compass, some quills and ink...nothing terribly unusual, except perhaps for personal artifacts, but a sailor would keep some strands memoirs.

Tossing the bag over his shoulder, he turned to you again, a sloppy smile on his face,"Aye, that should be it. I c'n trust ye not t' dig through anything I leave 'er, aye?" It wasn't so much a question as it was a warning. His tone had changed only minutely, but the difference was notable to one with a good ear. The threat was quickly gone, though, and the Captain's smile gleamed all the more genuine.

"I'll be leavin' ye t' yer own devices then. If ye need anythin' jus' give a holler," he tipped his head in a polite good-bye and moved to leave the cabin.

"Oh!" halting suddenly, he glanced over his shoulder, a sheepish grin in place of his smile,"I dun think I've told ye me name yes, miss. I'm Roy Jingles, pleasure to meet ye." He nodded again, and slipped out the door.

You were left alone then, with the ship gently rocking back and forth over the rolling waves. A nauseating feeling for one who's never experienced life on the see, fortunately for you, that shouldn't be a problem.

You have a few options in front of yourself now. You could stay in the cabin, perhaps explore it a bit...even though Captain Jingles abhorred that idea. If you were careful, how would be know? And he seemed to be a nice enough man, would he honestly be angry enough to do something, even if he did find out?

There was also the tempting thought of leaving the cabin and exploring the ship itself. She wasn't large, but there was sure to be some interesting things lying about it.

And, of course, there was a small but comfortable looking bed to lie yourself to sleep in, if you were feeling any bit tired. Perhaps it would make the journey seem quicker.

[Vyn]

Daoni kept his curiosity in check as he watched the Captain pack, ignoring the urge to question the Captain about this or that. Personal trinkets fascinated him the most, but still he said nothing and waited until the Captain had once again turned to him.

Daoni didn't want to risk the Captain's wrath with his curiosity, but it wouldn't be lying if he simply looked and didn't touch anything? "Of course, Sir." He offered gently, watching the Captain stepping toward the door. However, instead of departing immediately, the Captain turned back, causing Daoni to tilt his head gently to the side, shimmering hair momentarily falling over Daoni's lovely features.

Daoni slipped into a smooth curtsy before straightening and flashing another one of his lovely little smiles. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Roy Jingles."

At last, Daoni could relax and he allowed himself to do so as he slumped back onto the bed. For a moment he simply laid there, his belongings beside him and his thoughts fixated on the gently rocking ship. He could've easily fallen asleep then, taking comfort in the familiar sensation of being at sea once again. However, even he knew he couldn't content himself with napping through the ride to Ireland and the young cross dresser soon returned to his bare feet.

Daoni had promised himself not to dig through the Captain's stuff, but he couldn't resist a look around. Just a bit of snooping to see if anything caught his eye, or could tell him more about Roy Jingles. He had a feeling he wouldn't be able to find anything with eyes alone, and would simply have to head out to explore the ship more if his smaller search proved disappointing.

[tigs]

Despite the amount of things that the Captain had taken, there were still some odds and ends lying about that may or may not have had any personal value to the man. If you were so bold as to go snooping through, a few questions may be answered in the process, or perhaps it was all just a meaningless lot of junk left strewn around. After all, this cabin was usually left for the Captain and such an important figure wouldn't often have the time to clean out old keepsakes or random junk.

A few sloppily torn pages poked out of worn journals of varying shades of red and brown. A few old and weathered charts were stuffed uncaringly next to the books, as well as a few smaller objects. It seemed there was something of metal, a watch perhaps, though no ticking could be heard, a picture of something lying face down, and whatever the wooden drawer below it contained. There was a lock stopping the handle, but it was hard to tell from your position whether it was actually locked or open.

The ship lurched to and fro slowly, but enough so that a few creaks and groans in the opposite side could be heard where a few crates were stacked. They could possibly only contain clothing and such belonging to the Captain, but one could never know without looking.