Name: Nathalia
E-mail: Wizardgirl75@yahoo.com
LC Species: Amuni
Type: Reincarnate
Appearance/Color: Reincarnate types are pale peacock feather patterned in a style that vaguely resembles paisley down their backs and up their paws. These patterns can either be in a mix of blue, purple, and green; or in a mix of red, orange, and yellow.
The rest of their fur is white and their faces are devoid of features. They have no eyes, no nose, and no mouth. They have functional ears and can breathe through small nostril slits where their noses should be. They are not in need of, or capable of eating or drinking.
A common mutation is feathery tufts around the feet and ankles.
Personality: Reincarnate type Amuni are playful and child-like. Generally happy unless someone yells at them, they are also quite curious and need to be watched or placed in a secure area.
They remain as innocent as children throughout their lives and many Amuni will stand in their presence or play with them if they feel sinful the sight of such a sinless being enjoying their presence often cheers them.
Any other information: Reincarnates are often viewed as Euclides who were given a second chance at living a life attuned to God. It is unknown whether or not this is true but the mothers of these Amuni frown on the idea.
Ex:
The white and peacock plumed Amuni rolled about on the floor, tussling with some of the other younglings. It raised its paws and managed to pin a squealing Birth type beneath its fluffy feet, it made a happy snuffling noise through its nostril slits and rolled over, hugging the other child to its large Ursine bulk, the other child rolled with it, laughing delightedly.
“Look at them play…” The Birth’s mother commented with a sigh. “I’m so jealous that you’ll be able to play like this with yours forever! If only mine would stay all fluffy and cute, playing all day…without cares…” Her voice trailed off as she watched the Reincarnate’s mother, a sad-eyed Virtue type.
“You tire of it after a while…” She whispered, a small resigned smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “You love it because it is so new to you, and I must admit it is nice to know that I’ll never have to send him off to battle but…sometimes…sometimes I wish he was going to grow to become more.”
The younglings tumbled across the floor again, a few others joining in. They loved to rough house with the Reincarnate, there were no eyes to poke, no noses to accidentally hit, and soft and fluffy; he was perfect to tussle with!
As they play-fought, the Reincarnate turned his head toward his mother. She was sad again, he knew he was the reason why too…he would have to find some flowers to give her tonight, that always made her happy…even if she cried…
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LC Species: Amuni
Type: Incense
Appearance/Color: Incense type Amuni are swirls of pink, grey, and beige in myriads of smoky patterns. Protruding from their backs are six thick sticks of incense, those are grown naturally and shed every spring for new ones to grow. These usually smolder on their own as the Amuni’s body temperature is u unusually high, though they can be made to give off more scent if set alight.
Usually have long, drooping fur, flowing tails, and a common mutation is a mane.
Personality: Loopy, pleased, calm, almost sedated, Incense types are always willing to lend a hand even if it results I n no work being done due to the effects of the aroma.
Any other information: Each Incense type has its own unique scent, some are beguiling, like flowers, some smell like sumptuous feasts, the forest (giving their owner every opportunity to hide as their own scent is practically obliterated), or the stench of a decaying corpse for a few examples.
The scents given off by Incense types is always calming and gives a spiritual sense to other Amuni, even if the small is not the most pleasant. It gives those inhaling it a delightfully “high” sensation, and can sometimes connect them to Amunuku.
Incense types are often required to lead many religious ceremonies, and most churches wouldn’t have a Baptism without at least one Incense type present.
Ex.
The serpent moved slowly, leisurely down the isle. She smiled, gratified as the humans around her began to sing more heartily, smiled more, and swayed to the sounds of the hymns and the organ. She loved being able to make them feel good, if they couldn’t have sex, this was the next best thing!
She made her way toward the alter, and bowed to the Pope, he smiled and pressed his nose gently into the kerchief of herbs he was wearing about his neck, the Incense type giggled. Her poor Pope! Having to smell those silly crushed nettles, when he could be inhaling the scent of apricots that always surrounded her. Ah well, he did have to present the sermon after all…
Waving her body back and forth hypnotically, her incense sticks clacking together softly and releasing clouds of fragrance. She watched the congregations mood change, from fidgety and slightly annoyed…or even worried, to calm and mellow, perfectly happy to be where they were and to accept the grace of God. She grinned and wrapped her body in on itself in a thick serpent self-hug; it was so nice to be needed.
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LC Species: Amuni
Type: Flood
Appearance/Color: Flood type Amuni are greens, aquas, and various purple-ish blues, mixed in swirls or splotches over their bodies. They commonly have smatterings of scales in various places and fins attached at the spine, around the cheeks, or on the outside of the arms along the elbow.
Each flood type Amuni has a long, thick, muscular, finned tail to propel them through water. It is uncommon that this tail replaces their back legs, but it has been known to happen on occasion.
Flood type Amuni do not have gills and, though slower than in water, survive with complete ease on land.
Personality: Jovial, loud, bawdy, and thick, Flood types are fairly carefree and happy with their lot in life. They enjoy going for swims and spreading the word of God, they consider most of life to be one big game and usually act like old souls when spoken to, always having an answer to everything, even if that answer doesn’t make any sense.
Any other information: Can never be Popes or Cardinals.
Flood type Amuni believe that one day, God will cleanse the earth once more in a flood of epic proportions. They feel very strongly that all water has healing and cleansing properties, and will usually take it upon themselves to sprinkle random passers-by with holy water.
Ex:
The Amuni passed by in a flash of shining green. He whistled delightedly as he raced down to the town square, a flask hung about his neck on a thin cord of twisted reeds. He moved in a series of looping movements, bellowing his favorite hymn as he bounded toward the square fountain. Once there, he leapt up onto the side and raised himself onto his hind legs, waving his forepaws to get the attention of those deliberately trying to ignore him.
“Hello, all!” He cried, “I’ve come once again to cleanse you for the week!” Everything about him communicated an exclamation mark. The muscles in his shoulders bunched as he managed to open the flask and damped his paw; he then began to fling droplets of water about him at random, guffawing loudly as he managed to hit the irate stall keeper on the left.
“You’ll have to move faster than that sir!” He called, still laughing. “You must actually want to be cleansed, or you would move away when I arrived, receive your blessing with laughter, you old toad!” He grinned as he said it, causing titters in the remaining crowd who then pushed forward, if not for the deliberate purpose of being cleansed, then to see the jovial Amuni and to be cheered by his rough care for them all.
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LC Species: Amuni
Type: Communion
Appearance/Color: Communion types are a deep burgundy, with tan or beige underbellies and occasionally, socks. They often have excessive amounts of pomp and circumstance, they are prim, proper, and often have their whiskers waxed, or fur brushed a certain way. They love to adorn themselves with jewelry; no Communion is ever seen without at least one ring or bracelet.
Communion types are usually overweight, they don’t tend to be obese…but it does happen on occasion.
Personality: Haughty, “holier-than-thou”, and excessive, Communion types believe that they know the ins and outs of every ceremony, though if proved wrong, they tend to become a sheepish mass of apologies, and will grant the other a show of humility before they slink off again.
Any other information: Communion type Amuni are often highly ambitious, they will always be found hanging about those of higher rank than they are, to attempt to secure a rising in status. It is rare that they are given higher positions of power; however, for others fear that their need to be correct may prove to make them tyrannical in a position of control.
Ex:
“Wait up, then!” The Communion called after the two Cardinals. He tried to run faster, but his new cape, however elegant it made him look when he was waking slowly, was not made to be run in. He tripped headlong and skidded down the marble corridor of the church. The two cardinals moved off, pretending not to have heard him. Groaning despondently, the Communion hauled himself upright, his whiskers loosing their stiff mustache-like appearance of the morning, and drooping slightly.
“Why must they do that?” He asked himself reproachfully. “I have every right to walk with them; I might even have some more pointers for them! They’re only missing out…I don’t understand…” He shook his head, his burgundy muzzle snuffling for the scent of the Bishop, perhaps he was around. He had been looking for a new apprentice; surely he would still want one as talented as he? Resettling his cape and attending to his bangles, he managed to walk with three paws, while the remaining one was used to fix his headfur, had to make a good impression if you were to move up.
Reassured that all was well, he set off at an obviously rehearsed “dignified walk”, his tail swishing lightly through the air as he moved toward the rear of the church.
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LC Species: Amuni
Type: Stained
Appearance/Color: Stained type Amuni, as much as their names may suggest otherwise, are not stained by sin; rather they are named for their striking appearances, resembling stained glass windows. Stained type Amuni can be any color imaginable, cut into diamond like patterns that make up a holy symbol on their pelts. The image is normally a dove, a cross, or a palm leaf, sometimes a bible, spread out on their backs, with the stained glass running all over their bodies.
Stained type Amuni, tend to shine, as though luminescent, they also usually have tiny glass wings protruding from their shoulder blades or front feet.
Stained Amuni typically sport tiny haloes suspended over their heads, these are made of glass and if they are broken, the Stained will fall into a period of mourning, even in the middle of a battle.
Personality: Quiet, pitiable in their fragility, and frankly often adorable. Stained Amuni are shy and reserved, they are usually thins and fragile looking and act that way as well. They tend to be peace-makers, calming hot heads and breaking up fights by making themselves look like victims of the argument.
Any other information: Stained Amuni, have one defense, their claws are a sharp as broken glass and surprisingly strong. They can cut through almost any material, and can whip their claws across an opponents face, scoring far deeper than the unfortunate would have assumed of flesh and bone.
Ex:
“Stop! Stop, please!”
The shrill cry rang suddenly and plaintively from behind them. The two Bishops turned, their brows furrowed in anger as they continued to throw sidelong glances at one another. They focused briefly on the Amuni who had cried out.
“Please, please stop. Don’t do this! Furgus, Cain, don’t… I don’t want you to be hurt…” The small Stained looked forlornly down at her feet, large crystal-like tears rolling down her cheeks as she spoke, haltingly. “Guys, it wasn’t really…I know it’s important to you but, you’re both right. You just have to look at how he-”
The One called Furgus cut her off. “He’s not right! That stupid one-eyed toad! He wouldn’t know anymore about the situation than that damn Kynn!” He flung his paw out and aimed a cuff at the canine Bishop. The Stained barley moved, she was just suddenly in the way.
She cowered as the blow, though not that hard as Furgus had attempted to curb it, and crumpled to the floor, whimpering. “Please, Furgus! Don’t hurt Cain…Cain, stop this!”
Furgus looked horribly ashamed; he hadn’t meant to hit the girl at all! Perhaps his anger was blinding him…perhaps he was being silly…
“Sorry ‘bout that, Cain…” He muttered, subdued. “I was only trying to look out for yer arm..”
The canine Bishop looked surprised. “Well, it’s- it’s ok…but I can see how...yes, yes maybe I should stay back tomorrow.”
The Stained smiled tearfully at them both before hugging them gratefully. Both returned the hug gently, before wandering off together for a drink.
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(And now for the ones I love the most, my favorites of the ones I came up with, simply for the weird factor XD)
LC Species: Amuni
Type: Eschatologian (The scientific term of for Biblical events concerned with the ending of the world; revelation)
Appearance/Color: There are four types of Eschatologians, to represent the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, thus four different appearances (that could be decided by dice roll or something
Wheee!)
All Eschatologian types have one thing in common, a helmet shaped like a horse’s skull, to remind those about them of the seriousness of their campaign and the horsemen they truly represent.
a) Death: Death Eschatologians are smoky grey with black stripes along their body, the stripes often connect with one another to form the word “Mortis” on their sides. Their legs always appear to fade away into smoke, and they seem to glide wherever they go, they always have about their person a weapon, most commonly a sword, scythe, or pike. A common mutation is a long black mane that vanishes into smoke at the ends.
All Death have vibrantly blue pinpoints of light in their eyes, surrounded by blackness; looking like sockets. (Think Terry Pratchett X3)
b) Famine: Famine are long, lanky, and impressively bony. The skull helmet they wear looks almost to be a part of them. Their eyes are pinpoints of yellow, surrounded by black. They have beige and crème colored bodies with vibrant red markings; the markings are often odd spiky splotches, like dripped blood. They are usually followed by one o more crows. They are almost always smiling, though the smiles are pulled back too far, giving their face the appearance of a grinning skull.
c)War: War are vibrant reds and oranges, they commonly have manes, worn in braids or hanging free, that appear to be on fire. They have eyes that look like pinpoints of red surrounded by black. They are very well muscled, thick, stocky, and beautiful. They are normally equipped with an axe or a mace, though bolas are not an uncommon weapon.
d) Pestilence: Pestilence are pale, and flesh colored, with patches of odd yellowish, papery skin, boils, and bruised purple flesh. They may have hair, though it will normally have fallen out in clumps, and have a stringy, wiry appearance, like a coiled spring ready to launch. They normally have slight drooling problems and are sometimes followed by stray rats. They are normally equipped with one fantastic piece of jewelry, it contains a blessed stone, which keeps them on their feet and helps them to escape the worst of the illnesses they bear so that they may continue on with their battle against evil, and remain somewhat happy.
Personality: Aloof, cold, calculating toward those that they don’t trust or are worried might betray them.
a) Death: More cold and distant than the other three. Always looking inside of others and rarely taking the time to enjoy their own lives. They are, however, some of the most devoted lovers in existence and will love the one they take as a mate far more than themselves.
b) Famine: Famine are irritable and short tempered, but they do enjoy horsing around and are always up for a story or playing with younglings. Famine are prone to mood swings and tend to catch others off guard with their sudden changes in personality. They can become quite emotional if upset and will not hesitate to clutch the nearest person and cry.
c) War: War are hot-tempered, but good natured, far more likely to start a row for the fun of it, and laugh when the other person takes the tiff seriously. Rough, rowdy, and generally happy, Wars will go out of their way to help those they care for, sometimes even becoming personal body guards. War only unleash their full temper if they plan to attack the one they are giving the brunt to, otherwise…they may destroy what they don’t mean to in a fit of blood-lust.
d) Pestilence: Pestilence are happy-go-lucky, despite their apparent suffering, and enjoy company immensely. They are jokers and love to entertain. They are the most devout of the four and attend services as often as possible; they are surprisingly soft-spoken and easy to love.
Any other information: The Eschatologian Amuni were created by Amunuku to be the harbingers of doom for those who would disrespect God. The plagues they bear will only be unleashed on those who deserve it; they will sometimes even refuse to harm some Euclides if the punishment is not deserved.
Their direct and commanded purpose is to take the evils they represent and remove some of them from the lives of the good, and then deliver them onto those who are wicked. In doing so, they will feel the (lessened) effects if the terrors they carry until they are unleashed onto others in battle, or punishment. This makes them fierce opponents in a fight against Euclides, as they are always seeking alleviation fro the collected evils they carry.
Even if they do not know each other personally, Eschatologian types will always greet another as Brother or Sister. For example, a Pestilence and a Famine cross paths, having never met will still address one another as “Brother Famine/ Sister Pestilence”.
Eschatologian types will obey all Popes (though some more willingly than others, and act on the direct orders of heaven. They will not obey anyone else unless they can sense that the need is great.
They are rumored to be Euclides who showed disdain for the lives they led (The Death types still even sharing a name with a type of Euclides), they were then taken and changed into Amuni and given the chance to erase their past sins and assist God.
Ex:
The Eschatologian, Death, Amuni stared out over the landscape, his expression was somber and he watched the cottage burn with a face that spoke volumes about just how little he cared. The pinpricks of blue light flickered as he blinked in the glow. He suddenly lurched forward, letting out a yelp that betrayed his canine heritage. He turned slowly, his mane of hair appearing to wave and dissipate in the air before reforming, as he gazed at the creature behind him.
“Hello, brother War…”
The large, flamingly bright being laughed raucously before collapsing, as opposed to sitting, next to the Death. His large Chiroptae ears swiveled to face the other "world's end" Amuni.
“Well! Good damn day, brother Death! How do I find you today?” He grinned happily, his fiery mane being swept back and forth by his constant movements.
“I suppose I am well…” The canine replied, staring at the burning building again. “Just as I suppose that is your work?”
“Ha! Of course it is, little bugger!” He exclaimed, wrapping a wing suddenly around the canine’s neck and giving him an affectionate noogie. “Got to release the rage somewhere, what better place than in the middle of a Euclides tryst?” He threw back his head and roared with mirth once again, as the Death struggled free. The canine turned to watch the flames once more before moving away from the overly noisy War.
“’Ey! Where are you goin’?” The War asked, flapping quickly after him. “Yeh leavin’ me here all by myself?”
“Do you have a church.” The Death asked in a flat tone…it wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
“Ah…well, no.” The War admitted. “I’d like one though, got any room for a Missionary?”
A rare smile graced the Death’s muzzle. “We might…”
Wheee!)
