The Radio Signal

[Rhayeqasr]

Thats actually why the owner gave the elephant up... couldn't afford the food

I have no clue... I don't work with that aquariums....

[silvertip]

so, how would anyone get an elephant anyways?
I don't think zoos have them for sale.

[Rhayeqasr]

You can buy them from circus'... however it is illegal... stupid people...

[IvySpring]

Wow.. exotic pet rescure huh? I've always wanted to do something with animals when I was older (not vet though.. I don't do the blood thing *shudders*) but I never really realized that was a job.. I mean, I watch animal planet, and I've seen shows on places like that, but never really considered it as a job! That actually sounds really cool... is it fun? I mean working it animals and stuff.. like, I bet it takes a lot of responsibility.. but is it fun?

[Mistay]

Yeah, Rhaye, it sounds like quite the job! I bet it has some major ups and downs...I don't think I'd be able to do it, I'd just be so mad at the people brining in the animals...hehe.

[IvySpring]

I agree with Mistay.. but I think that is what would make the job worthwhile, knowing that the animals are now in good care, and not with those stupid people

[Kitty Love]

Your Name: Kitty
Your E-Mail: [e-mail]
Critter URL: www.geocities.com/phantorasvindication/CritterPort.html
Current # of Euclides/Amuni/Defore: 2/2/0
Do you like Harry Potter and/or The Lord of the Rings? I like both, but I prefer Lord of the Rings over Harry Potter.
3 #'s between 1-9: 2, 6, 9
Favorite Country: Ireland

Character
Name: Sitiki’Laurbit (C- tiki Lore – bet)
Gender: Female
Sub-Species: Euclides
Rank: Marionette
Breed: Feline
Type: Slaughter
Variation: N/A
Origin: Ireland
Age: Young Adult

Physical Description: (Feline - Cheetah) Her body’s base color is a very pale pink, looking more white really. Her markings started black at her front and faded to a lovely shade of crimson and her markings were very much like a raccoons, but with a few extra marks. On her face the mask, surrounding both her eyes and going back a bit, ending in a sharp point rather then a delicate curve, her ears were black, her front limbs were black from the elbow down, and dark red on the hinds, her beautiful long tail was striped all the way down, each stripe getting progressively lighter until it reached her tail tip, which was bright red, along her spine were stripes which never passed the center of her rib cage, except for one in the center which touched her belly, the stripes on each side going just past the center of her ribcage, the other two staying above this line, each stripe getting slightly lighter, remaining darker then the stripes on her tail. She wears a rather long, black chain along her entire body. This chain wrapped around her neck once, her body twice and then once more around her tail. Unretractable claws adorned each one of her toes and her eyes held an iris, yes, but no pupil.

Personality: She was just oozing with charm and grace and she made being a marionette look oh so much more worthwhile then it already looked. She was aware of the fact that she was not the strongest in body, her appearance and mental level generally got her out of situation that would require brute strength without even a scratch. She’s a tease to the highest level and will flirt with ladies and gentleman alike, even conning the most prude of women into her lair, although she didn’t guarantee their safe return to their own society however. With all her charm and beauty she had an addiction, she was addicted to the annihilation of others, and not in any normal sort of fashion either, she was a perfectionist and simply killing her victims would never be enough. She was a ritualistic killer and she had to follow through with this each and every kill she made, save for those which were for sustenance, those were devoured and then the remains arranged in whatever style she saw fit. She made kills that were for nothing more then pleasure, and she took great pride in her work, which was the same every time. She would lead the entranced human down an alleyway, generally a male, after fooling them into believe that she was one of those ‘unfortunate’ women that the lower class simply referred to as whores, tempting them with the belief that they would be receiving some sexual favor free of cost, and they generally were not the sort of people the city missed so nothing extensive ever seemed done. Anyhow, she would begin her seduction and would wait until their eyes closed before positioning herself behind them, still appeasing their senses as she would silently slip back into Euclides form and quickly pass a claw horizontally across their throat, holding a paw over their mouth to ensure that they would not make any noise, and she would hold them their like that, until they slumped and she would drop them to the ground, making sure they lay on their backs with their head tilted back. She would then proceed by removing her victim’s eyes, always left first and then the right, then she would move down, taking a claw and slitting their throat again this time vertically, leaving them with a cross of sorts centered on their throat and she made sure their arms were straight out to their sides and that their legs were together. A precise cut was then made in the abdomen, starting at the xyphoid process and continuing for about 6 inches, and they she would carefully slide her paw inside, slipping it under the sternum and moving to the side where she would grip her target, the heart, and pull it from the victim’s chest and placed it three inches above their head. Her rituals finishing touch was for her to dip her claws into the victim’s blood and draw intricate designs on their face with it, and then dip her tail in the blood and do something similar to the ground around their heart. These designs represented different things at the time of their death and no two were ever exactly the same.

History/Notes: Tiki was born and raised in Dublin, Ireland and, although she’s worked on it, her voice still hints at this origin. Her mother was a member of a Castless trio who generally roamed near the coast, taking down most of their kills there instead of inside the city it’s self. However, the winters were cold and kills few and far between so the trio, having lost two bebes and feeling half crazed with hunger already, had no choice but to head into the city, which was currently controlled by Amuni.

This particular group of Amuni was quite strong, but not in the conventional way. This Church had rather questionable values, not exactly evil, but certainly not pristine, and this was probably how they’d managed to usurp the city as a whole from the Euclides to begin with. Lurking within this church was an Amuni with the ability to set curses upon other creatures. This church was horrified to discover that any Euclides, much less a trio of them, had the audacity to step one paw into –their- city and a confrontation was inevitable.

The curse set upon these unfortunate Euclides was one of restriction, each being bound in a different way and the more they had ‘sinned’ in their life, the tighter the bindings became. The binds upon the adults were fairly tight to begin with, as murder was a sin and that’s exactly what they did for food, and thus each time they killed the bindings tightened, and the three began a slow death full of nothing but suffering: they couldn’t hunt, moving was difficult and breathing was almost painful as the chains wound around their necks, legs and bodies, tight enough to start cutting into the flesh. This drove them absolutely mad, all besides one.

Tiki was to young to hunt, relying on her companions and mother for food, thus she hadn’t had the chance to sin, meaning her chains did not hinder her in any way physically, however they toyed with her mind, especially as she watched the torment of her family and the loss of their recognition of things around them, and her. And she was hungry, oh was she hungry, and everything was far to fast or strong for her to kill, so when the hunger pains became to much and the perpetual fatigue set in, she curled herself up into a tight ball to wait for death to find her, completely unaware that something had disturbed their little campsite.

The Amuni had decided that since the curse wasn’t working fast enough, that a ‘Crusaide’ was in order to rid all of Ireland of those worthless beasts, not to mention this was a battle that they were certain that none of their side would lose their lives to since it was only three incredibly weakened Euclides against all of them. They left their chosen church that night with high spirits and malicious intent, wrapped in a lie that they convinced themselves was nothing but truth, they were ending the suffering of another being, and that was a cause that would not leave blood upon their paws in the metaphorical sense.

It took half an hour at most for the Amuni to reach the campsite of the castless Euclides, and even less time for them to completely annihilate the opposition, with Tiki watching the brutal scene as it unfolded, having been roused from her slumber by the ruckus. And as the Amuni were picking over her home, looking for any hidden Euclides they knew not of, they stumbled upon a tiny ball of growling fur, which looked as if it were mere hours from death it’s self, the tell tale chain curled about her form, what a pity she heard one said, kill it like the others she heard another shout, but one voice, one that sounded strong, like a leader, suggested that they take her with them for an experiment of sorts, and this was the idea that was given a shot.

Tiki was raised by these Amuni who, even though THEY were the ones that decided to take her in, left no opportunity to torment her untaken. They looked down on her, talked about her behind her back, unaware of the fact that she head everything they said about her, some even shoved her or pulled her tail or chain, once an elder even decided to spit on her, and that did not agree with her and she attacked him, but stopped in total shock as her chain tightened, she had sinned and the curse was still active. She pinned her ears back as she heard the laughter, laughter which still haunts her head to this day as it marked the end of her hope. She resigned herself to this eternal torment, taking it without even lifting her head, choosing instead to hide herself away and stuffy the books that she found in the library this specific church housed.

She grew into a very beautiful, but very depressed young adult, and this is when her life changed. She learned that they had planned a special ceremony just for her and that it was to be held that night, under the light of the full moon and near the sea. In fact, as she learned later, the exact spot she had been found.

The ceremony was wonderful, all eyes were on her and no taunts or jeers were sent her way, and if was for her, no one else. It was a jolly night kicked off by a party complete with all the food and drink one could ever want, and, once everyone was satiated and had had their fun; it was time for the main event.

The Pope asked her to stand before him and close her eyes, which she hesitantly did, beginning to believe that this was nothing more then an elaborate set up, but once she did her ears perked as she heard him mutter something in a foreign tongue. She felt… different somehow, she couldn’t explain it, and then she felt her chains slipping from her and heard them as they clattered to the ground. A cheer rose up amongst the gathered Amuni which startled her. The pope reassured her that there was nothing to worry about, the curse was lifted and she was now considered an Amuni, as if that was enough to erase all the pain they’d caused her.

This was when she began to formulate a plan to make all this pain worth it, she had to avenge her family and get the ultimate vindication for all the years she’d lived with the Amuni. She spent nearly a year gaining their trust, acting holier then even the pope it seemed, and gaining more favor in the group, even the old Pope bought her façade, and this fact thoroughly amused her. It was time.

The church, having rid the city entirely of Euclides, slept soundly at night, every member falling into a deep sleep no later then midnight, except for one which they used as a watch man just in case, a job she’d taken several times in the past and took again tonight, ensuring that she would be the only one awake at the time she planned to have her revenge.

She slipped silently through the church, having learned every creeky board along with all the corridors and rooms, and made her way through each room, doing in each Amuni in the most silent of ways, placing a paw over their mouths and holding down them down this way with all the force she could must while slitting their throats with the claws of her other paw. But as she killed them just slitting their throats became not enough to satiate her, she started to carve a bit into each Amuni, mutilating their bodies more and more as she worked her way up the ranks, a pattern soon evolving.

She slunk into the Pope’s quarters and found him completely at peace, snoring in fact, and a sadistic smirk spread over her maw, she wanted this one to be fun. Her tail swished and jumped behind her as she leapt upon the pope, landing square on his chest, pushing all the air from his lungs, rousing a stuttering attempt at a scream as his eyes caught her, terror filling the old popes eyes as he say her paw coming down, those unretractable claws slicing a clean, rather deep cut vertically across his throat. He ears twitched and she giggled in morbid delight as he gurgled, attempting to speak but to no avail.

She began her task, laying out and mutilating the body, perfecting her ritual and giggling the whole while, completely unaware of the fact that the pope hadn’t cursed her, in fact it wasn’t even a Murdon that had cast the curse upon her and her companions, but something greater. She was fooled into this belief by remembering no other presence except that of this particular church’s members being there at any point in her life and she was blissfully ignorant to the fact that the strange feeling she’d had at the ceremony was created by the being who removed his own curse from her the night that everything changed.

And, having her blood lust momentarily satiated, she ventured from the Church and back to the shore, searching the beaches for an item that had played a major part in her life, and an even greater part in discovering what she truly wanted in life, her chain, her beautiful obsidian chain. It took her awhile to track it down, as it was halfway buried, but she let out a squeal of joy and grasped it gently between her jaws, pulling it from it's sandy grave and carefully repositioning over her body, making sure it stayed in place as she moved. Having this final task done she eagerly sought out foreign borders, anticipating even more delightful nights like the one that had just passed.

Anything else? Um… forgot to mention that the very mention of “Amunuku” can send her into a total fit which can be fatal to the mentioner depending on the circumstances.

Character Stats (for hunt purposes)

Strength: 4
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 8
Charisma: 4
Stamina: 3
Luck: 4

[Rhayeqasr]

haha I feel kinda bad, since the topic got a -tad- off track...

But it does make for a good job... though the pay sucks, lol. It's mainly a summer job and now a weekend thing. But I definatly love working with the animals ^_^ I had to volunteer there for 70 hours before I could work with the animals and get paid to do so, they need to make sure that you know what your doing with all the animals for your safety and the animals.

[Kryss]

Your Name: Kryos
Your E-Mail: [e-mail]
Critter URL:www.geocities.com/mists_of_the_metaphysical/index.html
Current # of Euclides/Amuni/Defore: 2 (1 Amuni, 1 Defore)
Do you like Harry Potter and/or The Lord of the Rings? Yes, I like them both. However, I can not say that I like one over the other, as both excel in their own ways, and it is impossible to fairly compare them. Lord of the Rings is admirable as a literary work because it is as loved today as when it was written near to a century ago. I am greatly saddened however, that many of Tolkien’s other works have not received anywhere near as much as publicity, which they equally deserve. The Harry Potter Series can boast of introducing more people to the magical world of reading than any other series in its own right, an accomplishment that can not be denied, even by those who detest the series. I commend Rowling on weaving a tale that can be intererpretted on so many different levels and appeals to such a wide cross-section of readers.
3 #'s between 1-9: 3 5 7
Favorite Country: If I must choose…the Midlands…XD (any Terry Goodkind fans out there?)


Character:
Name: Tenebaurum
Gender: Male
Sub-Species: Defore
Rank: Artisan
Breed: Avian
Type: Darkness
Variation: Hendunu
Origin: Canada
Age: Teenager/Young Adult

Physical Description: For the most part, he resembles nothing so much as a giant eagle, apart from his striking colouration, whose like would never be seen in any mundane raptor. He is uniformly a glossy black, with amethyst coloured banding on his wings and tail. The same brilliant amethyst hue tips much of his body feathers. His underside is a lighter lavender in hue, while his eyes are of such a glowing, firey amethyst colouration, that his gaze alone is almost more gripping than his deadly talons. However, he is not entirely like an eagle, as he possesses a fimbriate leading edge to his primary wing feathers, much like an owl, that enables him be entirely silent in flight, beffiting a Defore of the darkness type. Even his feet are jet-black, with the exception of his talons. His beak and talons are both a shining silver, reminiscent of the silver of the moon. Around his neck, he wears a thick, silver, almost collar-like choker, set with a purple star sapphire, the same colour as his amethyst markings. From his Ninidia heritrage, he has inherited their heavier markings and longer coat (or in his case, feathers). He also has inherited the minor healing abilities possessed by all Ninidia, as well as weak elemental powers, which he uses to craft amulets of various purposes.

Personality: He is very secretive, preferring his own company over those of others. He is extremely cautious and wary of those he does not know. However, he is extremely loyal to those he considers friends, even to the point of being willing to lay down his own life for them. If one had to describe his personality in a single word, that word would be noble. His personality could also be compared to that of a ranger: he lives by his own code of honour and pays little heed to the pitiful values of the rest of society. Definitely an odd one, and he knows it. The depth and intensity of his emotions scare many who do not share his empathy and compassion for all living things. For this very reason, he keeps his emotions to himself, and is has become very adept at hiding them from others. To a fault, he does not allow himself to waiver at all in his pursuit of perfection, but, at the same time, he does not levy this same judgment on those around him. He is a perfectionist at their worst. Perhaps, if he were as understanding and accepting of himself as he is of others, he would save himself much misery. He is constantly waging an internal battle: his intellectual, logical side versus his artistic and creative side. It is also of interest to note that he is ambidextrous, indicating that neither the right nor the left hemisphere of his brain is dominant. Both sides of his personality are equally strong, though this is far from the blessing that it would be expected to be. Although he is a Hendunu, he is much closer in his attributes to Cionre, but lacks their preference of technology over the natural world. He possesses their higher intelligence and ability to shift into fully human forms, but is without their materialistic outlook. He has also inherited he resourcefulness and connection to the earth that the Ninidia are known for. In contrast, externally, he is very social and charming, the very description of a gentleman. He has never let anyone beyond this carefree exterior, though, on rare occasions, he becomes very quiet, and the intense sadness he feels can be seen in his eyes. But this occurs so rarely and is so inconsistent with the personality he normally projects, that most who witness either think that they have imagined it, or fear to speak to him about it. Also of interest is the fact that he has no self-esteem - he truly loathes every fibre of his being. Nothing anyone can say to him has ever changed his outlook, but it is doubtful that he ever will. He knows no other way. He detests arrogance, somehow attempting to justify his own lack of self-confidence by claiming it to be better than believing himself to be better than everyone else. A true extremist, he is never intermediate on any issue – he is always at the very edge of the spectrum, dangling into the abyss beyond, regardless of what side of the spectrum that may be. He is very self-contradictory, and has a great deal of trouble making up his mind on any issue, as both sides of his personality each grab a different end of the argument and start running in different directions.

History/Notes: His childhood was one of abuse and un-appreciation. His family always favored his intellectual side, disregarding his love of art. In the end, he left to pursue his dream of becoming a silversmith. He walked away from an extremely promising future to pursue that which he loved. Because of this, his family have disowned him, and banished him from his birth Caravan. If he ever were to return, he would surely be killed, such is the hate that he has kindled on their part. They have also placed a hefty bounty on his head. Due to this, he is constantly on the move, vanishing without a trace before anyone has the chance to get to know him well enough. Although he is no shaman, the jewelry he creates has…unusual attributes. Some have reported increased luck, or improved health, or even foresight of events that have not yet occurred. In truth, this is because he is extremely knowledgeable in the art of crystal-healing, or using the metaphysical attributes of minerals and gems for the greater good. This operates on the theory that the internal crystalline network of crystals and gems resonate at specific frequencies that correspond with those found within living things. It is through this connection that they are able to exert influence. He has never joined a Caravan and probably never will: he has found that he can trust no one but himself, for fear of getting hurt again. He can never truly forgive his family for their treatment of him, but at the same time, he still loves them dearly. He knows that they did their best, and that if they had known a better way, then they would have acted upon it. He cannot learn to love another, because he cannot learn to love himself. He dares not trust anyone with his heart, for fear of having it ripped out once more.

Anything else? Well, besides the gender, this one is almost a direct persona of myself. So I’m essentially just spilling my guts here…hope you don’t mind…XD

Character Stats:

Strength: 3
Speed: 2
Dexterity: 8
Intelligence: 9
Charisma: 1
Stamina: 5
Luck: 7

[FlyingPanther]

Your Name: Arielle “FlyingPanther” Guthrie
Your E-Mail: [e-mail]
Critter URL: www.geocities.com/shemkaharr (however your crits will be on a different website ^^; which I will give to you sometime tonight.)
Current # of Euclides/Amuni/Defore: E = 3, A = 4, D = 4
Do you like Harry Potter and/or The Lord of the Rings? Lord of the Rings, hands down. It saved my life.
3 #'s between 1-9: 3, 6, 9
Favorite Country: United Kingdom >.>; New Zealand looks amazing as well! XD oh Peter Jackson, look what you have done!

Character

Name: Enkoodabaoo
Meaning: Algonquin - “one who lives alone”
Nickname: Enko
Gender: Male
Sub-Species: Defore
Rank: Pioneer
Breed: Canine
Type: Fire
Variation: Ninidia
Origin: America
Age: Young Adult
Physical Description: He looks a lot like a red Siberian husky, and sports elegant deer antlers atop his head. His eyes are blue and appear to have quite a bit of natural ‘eyeliner’. Around his neck he sports an oddly shaped uncut blue gem wrapped around by a black leather string, which he wears around his neck like a necklace. While the markings around his eyes make him look angry his eyes always hold a certain sadness to them, and he tends to be seen slouching or with his head down a lot.
For more reference: www.deviantart.com/view/25077389/

Personality: When he was younger he had a very bleak outlook on the world, which he still holds to this day due to events in his past. He can be very aggressive at times, if it seems like someone is trying to get close to him. He doesn’t want them to suffer the same fate as the other loves of his life. He wants to spare himself the pain of loosing them, even if it means he trades it for the pain of being alone. He does have the desire to be loved though, while he might never again follow its calling.

History/Notes: We could go on and on about his entire life, but it is probably best just to start at a pivotal point in his childhood. When he was young, his birth caravan was attacked by a rival Ninidia caravan. Being as young as he was, he never knew the reason for this attack, but it has scarred him heavily. You see, his parents quickly hid him during the beginning of the battle, finding a very safe spot to stow him before they leapt back into the fight. The battle was monstrous, many were wounded and far more were killed. His mother was killed before Enko’s father could assist her and after the battle he died of fatal wounds. Enkoodabaoo was left completely alone in the world.

He attempted to integrate himself into the other ‘families’ of his caravan, but due to the strangeness of his looks, most of the other ‘families’ were not interested in taking him in. You see, while his birth caravan held both Canine and Cervine breeds, there were no patchworks to speak of, and defiantly no ‘deformed’ members, as they so kindly referred to it. He soon became the ultimate subordinate of the caravan, and he was picked on heavily. He was not able to take the abuse after a while and so left. He thought that maybe he might have better luck finding someone to except him out in the world. After all, it wasn’t his fault he somehow inherited horns from somewhere way down the line. He thought it might have been the fault of his great grandfather, but he didn’t put too much thought into it.

His wanderings lead him to wave away many assumptions he had made of life outside the safety of a caravan. The world was dangerous, unforgiving, cold to those in search of warmth, and he began to learn that the only creature he could ever trust was himself.

One day he came across a small caravan. He was about to run for the hills, knowing that some caravans are not keen on strangers entering their lands without their permission, when suddenly…he saw something which he only saw when he looked down into the river. It was another Canine Defore…and with…horns. The two creatures looked at each other. Again, Enko was struck with the urge to run away, but before he could the other invited him to come over and to talk with him.

His name was Alobidziil. He was a Gold type, almost completely gold except for the white underbelly and a small crescent moon with the points facing down under both eyes. He had an impressive build, but for a hunter it was required. His horns curved back, much like mountain goats and were a darker gold in color. He wore a black wrapping around one of his front legs. He had an aura to him that commanded attention, while still having a kind face. Both Alo and Enko talked to each other and soon realized that they had come from the same birth caravan, but that Alo had left years ago to join his own. Surprisingly they were not from the same lineage, yet they both possessed the same problem due to the inter breed mixing. Alo, along with the rest of the caravan where happy to have Enko join their humble caravan. For the first time in what seemed like years Enko felt wanted, needed…he felt home.

As time progressed Alo and Enko spent lots of time together, telling each other stories of their childhood in such a weird caravan. They became very close. One day Alo asked why Enko had left the birth caravan, and the fire type told him the whole story, about the battle, the fate of his parents, his own fate within the caravan, and how…all he wanted was to have been accepted. Alo comforted Enko, and this was when Enko realized that he…loved Alo. They had become so close that he had not realized the emotion until now. Ashamed of his homosexual desires, he left in the night running as far away as he possibly could.

Again he was alone, he knew that Alo would have never felt the same way for him, hell they had even talked about some of the prettier females of the caravan before, even though Enko never really understood his disinterest in them up until now. He was so completely ashamed of himself, after all Alo had done for him.

In his disoriented depression he had unknowingly stepped upon Pioneer territory. He only realized when it was to late, several humans and some Cionre had spotted him, and didn’t look very happy about his presence at all. Enko, again ran, but due to the night of running he quickly became winded, and the large lion like feline Cionre were gaining on him. Just as they had caught up to him and were about to rip the poor creature to shreds, Alo showed up. Together Alo and Enko were able to fight off the Cionre and escape their clutches.

At first all was happy. Enko was glad to have Alo’s company, though at the same time ashamed. He was about to thank him for saving him when he realized the condition that Alo was in. Alo was completely ripped up; they would not be able to make it to the caravan in time for healing. Enko’s precious Alo was going to die. Enko burst into tears, saying that it was all his fault, that he was so sorry. Alo shushed him. He told Enko that he had followed him the night he had left, wondering where he was off to and to make sure that he would be all right. He told Enko that he was glad that he was able to save him, even if he was unable to save himself. Before Alo died, they told each other what Enko had thought would never happen. They both loved each other.

Since Alo’s death, Enko has never been able to love again, and has regained his depressive state. He’s a lone Defore, and it doesn’t look like it will change quickly.

Upon hearing the call to return to his creator, he became furious. Not only did he dislike humans (for he had never met a native American before…and only the pioneers) and the Cionre, but also he HATED his creators…whoever they were. Why did they create him in such a cruel world? Why did this all have to happen to him? Why couldn’t HE be happy like so many other Defore were? These are the questions he seeks to answer when answering the call.

Character Stats

Strength: 3
Speed: 7
Dexterity: 6
Intelligence: 8
Charisma: 4
Stamina: 4
Luck: 3

[Vyn]

Your Name: Vyn
Your E-Mail: [e-mail]
Critter URL: www.geocities.com/stranded_twilight/Memoru/index.html
Current # of Euclides/Amuni/Defore: 11 Euclides / 1 Amuni / 1 Defore
Do you like Harry Potter and/or The Lord of the Rings? Ooo...this is a hard one...very hard indeed. I like them both for different reasons, but I have to say Lord of the Rings is my favourite of the two.
3 #'s between 1-9: 7 4 8
Favorite Country: Egypt


Character
Name: Daoniverusius
Gender: Male
Sub-Species: Defore
Rank: Hunter
Breed: Feline
Type: Water
Variation: Hendunu
Origin: Greek
Age: Young Adult (around 18 or so in Human form)

Physical Description: Daoni is a very dark sea green, almost a green-tinted navy. He has a constant appearance of something very deep underwater where very little light penetrates, with lighter sea green markings like when sunlight casts reflections of water on things beneath the surface. His legs are adorned with wave-like stripes in the same light sea green as the rest of his markings, and he has intricate markings around his face in a bright almost metallic sea green. His eyes are silver blue and he has gills to assist in breathing underwater. He has a slightly more feminine build, despite being a Hunter.

Exact Species: Feline - Lynx

Accessories: Necklace made with a thick black cord, coral pendant. Two bracelets on each fore-paw, layered and made of multicolored river pebbles.

Personality: Daoni is mellow and serene with a very alluring feeling about him. Though he never means to be, he can be quite seductive and has no problem with sharing company with boys or girls, though he has been known to prefer males. If you get him in the right mood, Daoni can be pleasantly friendly, almost as playful as he was before he and the Shaman were separated. However, he has also developed a brooding depression since that day, one which he keeps carefully masked beneath his mysterious eyes and tranquility.

When Daoni does momentarily escape his slight melancholy, he can be playful and charmingly boyish with quite the mischievous streak. Such mood swings are rather rare, but a pleasure to be around nonetheless.

Even though he has very few creatures he could honestly call 'friends', Daoni has nothing against befriending others. In fact, he prefers company to loneliness though he's lost the drive to try and befriend others. However, when he does get close to someone, he can be very, very protective over them and would not hesitate to jump to their defense. Befriending humans is a completely different story. After what the old Sea Hag did to the Shaman, Daoni is never quite sure how to feel in the company of humanoids and so he rarely uses that form now.

History/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.

Anything else? Daoni, during the rare few times he uses his human form, still dresses as a woman in most situations, mostly in the memory of the Shaman.

Also, Daoni still works on improving his voice as well as his ability to manipulate water to further project his voice. His abilities have become quite impressive during his time alone, though he will only use them while hunting.

Stats
Strength: 4
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 7
Charisma: 7
Stamina: 6
Luck: 1

[iprince]

As of this post, Mem will no longer be accepting applications. She won't. And to enforce this, if you post an application after this here message, you will be banned from adopting Euclides/Amuni/Defore/Special Editions for two full months.

If you ask if you can post a late application, you'll be banned for one month.

This is seems harsh. In fact, it is, but Mem has to do it. She's already going to have a hell of a time picking five characters out of all these uber-wonderful apps. Mem also happens to be a huge softie, and is incapable of saying 'no' to anyone. I don't want choosing to be any harder than it already is, so I simply cannot say "yes" to anyone. Therefore, you'll get banned for applying/asking to apply after this point.

Winners will be announced on the 13th at the latest. The hunt will begin the same day the winners are announced.

-snuggleloves- And thank-you all for having such a keen interest in this ^-^

[silverdust]

I LOVE your character Vyn, he reminds me of...well..alot of my own characters ^^;; I have an issue with all my guy characters ending up like girls in the end...

I hope that little blurb was okay

[iprince]

XD goodness, I'm not going to get mad at you luffs for chatting! -snugs-

I just don't want any more applications post...because I know I'll accept them x.x and that's a bad thing.

[Vyn]

^_^ Thanks muchly. <3

My main issue is with my male characters becoming gay. XD Feminine, as in Daoni's case, is quite premeditated. XD