Post by Jenn on Jan 28, 2011 21:26:22 GMT -7
Prompt One & Two:
Almost everyone was effected by the amuni/euclides war during the prophecy. You would have been just a bebe during this time, but surely you didn't get out of it unscathed? Describe a dire situation you had to face during this period, how you overcame it, and if it still effects you now.
You were brought to Izarn as a child/adolescent. Having only known Earth your whole life, the transition must have been very difficult. Describe your initial reaction to being dumped on Izarn: a planet lacking any form of infrastructure or government. Perhaps you attempted to play a part in its development?
He didn't really remember his parents.
His name stuck with him. His name, somehow, he remembered. Jesetmund. It stayed in his mind. But the Euclides who had birthed him? The Euclides who had fed and cleaned and cared for him? Not a thing.
Possibly he blocked out thoughts of the family he barely knew. The war had torn them apart - they were out somewhere, they were attacked, he was separated - the story was likely all too common among orphans. Euclides were hardy creatures and well able to take care of themselves, but he had been young and alone and afraid. He had never been the best at looking after himself.
Eventually another group of his own species found him, huddling somewhere alone and shivering. He had been hungry. He didn't know how to hunt for himself very well and the shock of the attack still left him reeling. The others had scoffed at his state, but they had taken him in and fed him. There was no love lost between himself and his makeshift family. They made sure the Marionette had enough to eat and he did what he could at their behest.
His ability to change shape had come in handy on more than one occasion. His pretty, waifish little face made him natural bait for concerned humans. His timid voice drew them closer. It wasn't until the others had surrounded them and blocked off their escape that they realized the child wasn't looking at them as a savior - he was looking at them as his next meal if all went well.
Time passed. Things changed. The war took a turn for the strange when Euclides and Amuni began to work together in opposition of Murdon, of all things. He was too young to understand most of what the others talked about, but they made it clear that they were only involved as much as they had to be.
It turned out that they suddenly had to be involved a great deal. They owed something to another Murdon, a female named Filibai, who had chosen sides in the conflict. She came to collect. Whatever she had done for his caretakers in the past, they treated her with fearful respect and he followed suit. When she told them to jump, they jumped - straight into the service of Yuukuj.
He didn't understand much of what was going on. He went where they went, did as he was told, and kept his eyes averted from the madness as much as possible. He found he didn't have the stomach for fighting, nor the constitution, nor the inclination. Food was one thing - wholesale slaughter of his own species was another. He didn't care about them. He simply didn't want to see them die in front of him. There was a very distinct difference.
It didn't matter, in the end. Some of them died. Some of the enemy died. More of the enemy, fortunately, and the Murdons they worked for won whatever it was they were fighting for, and another Murdon came, and then they were moving.
To another world. "Izarn." What did that even mean?
By the time of the move, he was old enough to appreciate peace but young enough to be useless in the eyes of his caretakers. Former caretakers. They would have enough of a time settling themselves in this foreign land, much less doing so while burdened with an unrelated child. They were headed to the frozen lands and he wouldn't last a day there.
Terra's orphanage in Victoria became his home for several years. There he was fed, bathed, housed, and cared for in a better fashion than he had ever been within his range of memory. Things were unsteady, unformed, crude, crowded, but they made do. As an adolescent, he worked at the tasks they set him, going about his tasks with little complaint and occasional fits of temper. There were buildings to construct, which he stayed away from as fervently as possible. There were stragglers to round up, which made him uncomfortable on the foreign and forming streets. He wished little part in the reconstruction efforts and many thought him quite a lazy young man, though lovely.
"You'll make someone a pretty pet someday," people would tell him. Numerous people. The words made him vaguely uneasy for reasons he had trouble explaining.
Piece by piece, things began to fall into place. The world settled into some semblance of order. Buildings were constructed. Governments were formed. Cities came into being. Guilds were born.
When a representative of Victoria's Perfumers came seeking new members, he joined the list of hopefuls and was eventually chosen to apprentice for the guild. In working with scents, he actually found some measure of enjoyment. Certainly, he had little to do with the perfumes himself - he fetched, he carried, he moved, he scurried, he modeled - but the pomp and circumstance and process and artistry surrounding the scents, it all fascinated him. In a way, it went to his head.
He became genuinely interested in something for one of the first times in his life. He shook off the cobwebs of apathy and disinterest that had been in place for many years. He engaged himself in the work - and was shocked to discover that he could find enjoyment for his troubles.
Escape. The scents could help him escape. When he closed his eyes and breathed in, sometimes it took him away to a different place. His mind just went. He made a very convincing model, a very pretty one, and he could appeal to guests in both his sleek Euclide form and his thin, furless form from a world long gone.
He worked. He was happy to. It surprised him as much as it surprised the attendants at the orphanage. He worked enough to eventually pay off his debt, worked enough to afford his own meager dwelling, and worked enough that he could support himself - barely - on his own.
Almost everyone was effected by the amuni/euclides war during the prophecy. You would have been just a bebe during this time, but surely you didn't get out of it unscathed? Describe a dire situation you had to face during this period, how you overcame it, and if it still effects you now.
You were brought to Izarn as a child/adolescent. Having only known Earth your whole life, the transition must have been very difficult. Describe your initial reaction to being dumped on Izarn: a planet lacking any form of infrastructure or government. Perhaps you attempted to play a part in its development?
He didn't really remember his parents.
His name stuck with him. His name, somehow, he remembered. Jesetmund. It stayed in his mind. But the Euclides who had birthed him? The Euclides who had fed and cleaned and cared for him? Not a thing.
Possibly he blocked out thoughts of the family he barely knew. The war had torn them apart - they were out somewhere, they were attacked, he was separated - the story was likely all too common among orphans. Euclides were hardy creatures and well able to take care of themselves, but he had been young and alone and afraid. He had never been the best at looking after himself.
Eventually another group of his own species found him, huddling somewhere alone and shivering. He had been hungry. He didn't know how to hunt for himself very well and the shock of the attack still left him reeling. The others had scoffed at his state, but they had taken him in and fed him. There was no love lost between himself and his makeshift family. They made sure the Marionette had enough to eat and he did what he could at their behest.
His ability to change shape had come in handy on more than one occasion. His pretty, waifish little face made him natural bait for concerned humans. His timid voice drew them closer. It wasn't until the others had surrounded them and blocked off their escape that they realized the child wasn't looking at them as a savior - he was looking at them as his next meal if all went well.
Time passed. Things changed. The war took a turn for the strange when Euclides and Amuni began to work together in opposition of Murdon, of all things. He was too young to understand most of what the others talked about, but they made it clear that they were only involved as much as they had to be.
It turned out that they suddenly had to be involved a great deal. They owed something to another Murdon, a female named Filibai, who had chosen sides in the conflict. She came to collect. Whatever she had done for his caretakers in the past, they treated her with fearful respect and he followed suit. When she told them to jump, they jumped - straight into the service of Yuukuj.
He didn't understand much of what was going on. He went where they went, did as he was told, and kept his eyes averted from the madness as much as possible. He found he didn't have the stomach for fighting, nor the constitution, nor the inclination. Food was one thing - wholesale slaughter of his own species was another. He didn't care about them. He simply didn't want to see them die in front of him. There was a very distinct difference.
It didn't matter, in the end. Some of them died. Some of the enemy died. More of the enemy, fortunately, and the Murdons they worked for won whatever it was they were fighting for, and another Murdon came, and then they were moving.
To another world. "Izarn." What did that even mean?
By the time of the move, he was old enough to appreciate peace but young enough to be useless in the eyes of his caretakers. Former caretakers. They would have enough of a time settling themselves in this foreign land, much less doing so while burdened with an unrelated child. They were headed to the frozen lands and he wouldn't last a day there.
Terra's orphanage in Victoria became his home for several years. There he was fed, bathed, housed, and cared for in a better fashion than he had ever been within his range of memory. Things were unsteady, unformed, crude, crowded, but they made do. As an adolescent, he worked at the tasks they set him, going about his tasks with little complaint and occasional fits of temper. There were buildings to construct, which he stayed away from as fervently as possible. There were stragglers to round up, which made him uncomfortable on the foreign and forming streets. He wished little part in the reconstruction efforts and many thought him quite a lazy young man, though lovely.
"You'll make someone a pretty pet someday," people would tell him. Numerous people. The words made him vaguely uneasy for reasons he had trouble explaining.
Piece by piece, things began to fall into place. The world settled into some semblance of order. Buildings were constructed. Governments were formed. Cities came into being. Guilds were born.
When a representative of Victoria's Perfumers came seeking new members, he joined the list of hopefuls and was eventually chosen to apprentice for the guild. In working with scents, he actually found some measure of enjoyment. Certainly, he had little to do with the perfumes himself - he fetched, he carried, he moved, he scurried, he modeled - but the pomp and circumstance and process and artistry surrounding the scents, it all fascinated him. In a way, it went to his head.
He became genuinely interested in something for one of the first times in his life. He shook off the cobwebs of apathy and disinterest that had been in place for many years. He engaged himself in the work - and was shocked to discover that he could find enjoyment for his troubles.
Escape. The scents could help him escape. When he closed his eyes and breathed in, sometimes it took him away to a different place. His mind just went. He made a very convincing model, a very pretty one, and he could appeal to guests in both his sleek Euclide form and his thin, furless form from a world long gone.
He worked. He was happy to. It surprised him as much as it surprised the attendants at the orphanage. He worked enough to eventually pay off his debt, worked enough to afford his own meager dwelling, and worked enough that he could support himself - barely - on his own.