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Dec. 8th, 2014 01:49 amYour name or online alias: Chicklet
Your email: DWlogs@write.com
Another preferred means of contact: aim: Bardess Ookami, Gaiaonline: Bardess Ookami.
Character's Full Name: Istini Ayesh Ni Hata Kan
Character's Canon: Ashes of The Sun by Hanovi Braddock, from the Magic The Gathering Series.
Character's Journal Name: Oneahn_Ayesh
What would you like your character's tag to be?: Ayesh
Answer the following questions in no less than 300 words but no greater than 1000 words put together...Ayesh is a driven woman. That has always been true, and no matter what she goes through, it will always be a fundamental part of her. When she was young, she was raised in Oneah, a city of great wisdom and learning. The focus of all students in Oneah, no matter their focus, was mastery. To master your emotions, to feel them, use them, but not be ruled by them. The dye was cast, for Ayesh on the day that her mastery failed her.
As one of the wrestlers, one of the great warriors of the Court of A Thousand Thousands, when the goblins surged into the city, she stood with Master Hata, with her fellow wrestlers of Oneah, under the Roof of Lights, and stood to face the tide of grey-green flesh. And she danced the dance that breaks bones, and she and her sisters and brothers killed goblins by the hundred-fold. But they advanced by the thousands, and when Master Hata sent Ayesh to get the pennant to show these cur who it was who was slaying them… her mastery failed her. Fear drove her into hiding, into one of the small air ducts. She became stuck, and was unable to go out and rejoin her brothers and sisters as they died. She was unable to escape the ducts while the point eared goblins looted her beloved Oneah. For weeks she was stuck until like leather does, she shrank with dehydration.
When at last she had her freedom, the home she knew was a picked over ruin. Master Hata and all the others died, and she knew she should have died with them. She did not. That has never left her.
She set out on a journey, after gathering what she could of her home into a rough sack, she set off, hoping to bring some honor to the dead. As she traveled the dream grew within her, that mayhaps Oneah was not truly dead, if she could inspire a people to rebuild Oneah anew, to be as the Oneahns were. If only a people could realize how much they had to learn from Oneah…
But years on the road, a decade, more, she came to realize that her dream would not be. She traveled to the furthest ends of Dominia, and learned that few had ears for her tale enough to remember it alright. Most who recalled any of what she told them reshaped the tale to their own liking, seeing it as story, not history. Elders Alik and Laik of Bathtown, working behind a door marked with two hands clasped, finally convinced her, unintentionally, that Oneah could not endure, and that it was time to die.
She gave in to drink, though she knew it to be wrong, and then she courted her own death outside the goblin caves. Instead of getting goblins to attack her, however, she was kidnapped by Minotaurs. She got trapped into the war between the Mirtiin Minotaurs and the Stahaan Minotaurs. In Mirtiin, Sacraya offered her her dream with a twist that would amuse Q no end; she wanted Ayesh to rebuild Oneah, with goblins.
After initial hesitation, she threw herself into the lessons with a passion, determined to make things work. Unfortunately, in Stahaan, politics are resolved with axes and tridents, and before long Ayesh found herself inheriting the sky along with Tlik, and a Minotaur who didn’t particularly care for her.
Ayesh took what she learned and resumed traveling, but with a new mission.
Reuniting with the Orvadish captain Raal, they traveled, gathering tales, learning them, re-teaching them to new places, new peoples.
This is where the cannon ends.
I have played them all in other RPs since and the following is some of the evolution.
In their travels Ayesh and Raal came upon Tlik, who could no longer handle life amongst his fellow goblins. He joined them, though this only made things difficult, Ayesh was overjoyed. Soon Tanarax came to join them, having planted the seeds, but no longer able to abide under the rule of Stahaan. They tried to travel for a time, but such an odd party, the rest of the world could not abide…
After that, Ayesh’s memory fails her. What happened next, what happened over the next several hundred years that she should not have lived, and cannot recall, changed little of what is core to her, bit ended with her in that coffin. She knows that she went by choice. She knows what the other cocoons hold, and that they should rest, that she wants them to rest, until she finds a world that will rebuild Oneah, that will truly endure, and that will truly accept them.
In other Trek Rps she has been in, She always joined the RP after she had been free of the cocoon for several years, after she had attended the academy and was allowed to serve, under the express condition that she saw a councilor regularly, because of the dreams she has sometimes, and the long gap in her memory. What will be required of her this time, aboard the Enterprise, is yet to be seen.
Ayesh speaks many languages and will cycle through them when awoken faster than the universal translators are likely able to follow, but she is a skilled linguist, and will pick up on the “common” that the translators put out, very quickly.
In addition to a natural gift for languages, Ayesh is a wrestler, who fights as well barehanded as people twice her weight and height do armed, with equal training. She was nicknamed “Goblin” before Oneah fell, for her ferocity in a fight. She makes a study of the anatomy of all life forms she encounters, to the best of her ability, to learn how to best disarm and defeat them. She believes in honor in combat, and mastery of one’s self in the battle. She is gifted at meditation, and decent with music. No matter where she finds herself, she will be looking at the people she meets, to try and find people who would bring Oneah to life anew.
1020 words. Sorry....
Writing Sample #1:
(This will be done as if she had been on the ship for a while, based on how past RPs have gone, knowing that things can be different in THIS RP.)
Ayesh stood before the mirror in the holodeck. She had stripped to inspect her, who she was. The body was older than it should be, by her memories. Not much older, but some how... somehow she felt that she should be.
She eyed the grasses and reeds on her legs, the sunbursts on her arms, the symbols of the night sky on her torso. But how many days and nights had she lost, had they all lost?
Shaking her head, she looked to her hands, still as the ground she stood upon before coming to this place. She was concerned by the missing time, and she wondered over it, but it did not master her.
With a nod, she pulled back on her quilted leggings, her undershirt, and her quilted jacket. She stretched carefully, then nodded again.
"Computer," she said, "Show me a Klingon warrior. Average height, male, prime."
She studied the result, then bowed to it. "Istini Ayesh Ni Hata Kan, from my line of mothers, I greet you. Will you honor me with a duel? You may of course have your weapon of choice."
"Computer, arm the Klingon." She watched the Bat'leth shimmer into existence. She took a deep breath. "Let us see how good these holodeck safeties are..."she murmured, then signaled the warrior that she was ready to begin.
She ducked under the first swing, stepping forward, towards her foe. She reached for the controlling wrist that was guiding the thrust. "When dost fight with a weapon, canst ever be disarmed or caught unprepared. But when thy weapon is thy body, as thou dost breathe, thou canst fight." A lesson taught to her by Master Hata himself, a lesson she taught to her students. Tana's whimpers and cries still haunted her time and again, from those lessons.
She pulled the controlling wrist and hand apart sharply, and found herself grabbed by a foe who no longer held any weapon but her, and that he held by the neck. Well, that was one thing Tana never did...
"Computer," she said, with as much air as she could manage, "end program."
She fell to the ground and rolled neatly to her feet, before rubbing her neck. "Klingon wrists do not pop out. Next experiment, popping up like a goblin. Computer, show me a Klingon warrior. Average height, male, prime. Arm him." Time to try again. At least this time, no one would be hurt but her.
Your email: DWlogs@write.com
Another preferred means of contact: aim: Bardess Ookami, Gaiaonline: Bardess Ookami.
Character's Full Name: Istini Ayesh Ni Hata Kan
Character's Canon: Ashes of The Sun by Hanovi Braddock, from the Magic The Gathering Series.
Character's Journal Name: Oneahn_Ayesh
What would you like your character's tag to be?: Ayesh
Answer the following questions in no less than 300 words but no greater than 1000 words put together...Ayesh is a driven woman. That has always been true, and no matter what she goes through, it will always be a fundamental part of her. When she was young, she was raised in Oneah, a city of great wisdom and learning. The focus of all students in Oneah, no matter their focus, was mastery. To master your emotions, to feel them, use them, but not be ruled by them. The dye was cast, for Ayesh on the day that her mastery failed her.
As one of the wrestlers, one of the great warriors of the Court of A Thousand Thousands, when the goblins surged into the city, she stood with Master Hata, with her fellow wrestlers of Oneah, under the Roof of Lights, and stood to face the tide of grey-green flesh. And she danced the dance that breaks bones, and she and her sisters and brothers killed goblins by the hundred-fold. But they advanced by the thousands, and when Master Hata sent Ayesh to get the pennant to show these cur who it was who was slaying them… her mastery failed her. Fear drove her into hiding, into one of the small air ducts. She became stuck, and was unable to go out and rejoin her brothers and sisters as they died. She was unable to escape the ducts while the point eared goblins looted her beloved Oneah. For weeks she was stuck until like leather does, she shrank with dehydration.
When at last she had her freedom, the home she knew was a picked over ruin. Master Hata and all the others died, and she knew she should have died with them. She did not. That has never left her.
She set out on a journey, after gathering what she could of her home into a rough sack, she set off, hoping to bring some honor to the dead. As she traveled the dream grew within her, that mayhaps Oneah was not truly dead, if she could inspire a people to rebuild Oneah anew, to be as the Oneahns were. If only a people could realize how much they had to learn from Oneah…
But years on the road, a decade, more, she came to realize that her dream would not be. She traveled to the furthest ends of Dominia, and learned that few had ears for her tale enough to remember it alright. Most who recalled any of what she told them reshaped the tale to their own liking, seeing it as story, not history. Elders Alik and Laik of Bathtown, working behind a door marked with two hands clasped, finally convinced her, unintentionally, that Oneah could not endure, and that it was time to die.
She gave in to drink, though she knew it to be wrong, and then she courted her own death outside the goblin caves. Instead of getting goblins to attack her, however, she was kidnapped by Minotaurs. She got trapped into the war between the Mirtiin Minotaurs and the Stahaan Minotaurs. In Mirtiin, Sacraya offered her her dream with a twist that would amuse Q no end; she wanted Ayesh to rebuild Oneah, with goblins.
After initial hesitation, she threw herself into the lessons with a passion, determined to make things work. Unfortunately, in Stahaan, politics are resolved with axes and tridents, and before long Ayesh found herself inheriting the sky along with Tlik, and a Minotaur who didn’t particularly care for her.
Ayesh took what she learned and resumed traveling, but with a new mission.
Reuniting with the Orvadish captain Raal, they traveled, gathering tales, learning them, re-teaching them to new places, new peoples.
This is where the cannon ends.
I have played them all in other RPs since and the following is some of the evolution.
In their travels Ayesh and Raal came upon Tlik, who could no longer handle life amongst his fellow goblins. He joined them, though this only made things difficult, Ayesh was overjoyed. Soon Tanarax came to join them, having planted the seeds, but no longer able to abide under the rule of Stahaan. They tried to travel for a time, but such an odd party, the rest of the world could not abide…
After that, Ayesh’s memory fails her. What happened next, what happened over the next several hundred years that she should not have lived, and cannot recall, changed little of what is core to her, bit ended with her in that coffin. She knows that she went by choice. She knows what the other cocoons hold, and that they should rest, that she wants them to rest, until she finds a world that will rebuild Oneah, that will truly endure, and that will truly accept them.
In other Trek Rps she has been in, She always joined the RP after she had been free of the cocoon for several years, after she had attended the academy and was allowed to serve, under the express condition that she saw a councilor regularly, because of the dreams she has sometimes, and the long gap in her memory. What will be required of her this time, aboard the Enterprise, is yet to be seen.
Ayesh speaks many languages and will cycle through them when awoken faster than the universal translators are likely able to follow, but she is a skilled linguist, and will pick up on the “common” that the translators put out, very quickly.
In addition to a natural gift for languages, Ayesh is a wrestler, who fights as well barehanded as people twice her weight and height do armed, with equal training. She was nicknamed “Goblin” before Oneah fell, for her ferocity in a fight. She makes a study of the anatomy of all life forms she encounters, to the best of her ability, to learn how to best disarm and defeat them. She believes in honor in combat, and mastery of one’s self in the battle. She is gifted at meditation, and decent with music. No matter where she finds herself, she will be looking at the people she meets, to try and find people who would bring Oneah to life anew.
1020 words. Sorry....
Writing Sample #1:
(This will be done as if she had been on the ship for a while, based on how past RPs have gone, knowing that things can be different in THIS RP.)
Ayesh stood before the mirror in the holodeck. She had stripped to inspect her, who she was. The body was older than it should be, by her memories. Not much older, but some how... somehow she felt that she should be.
She eyed the grasses and reeds on her legs, the sunbursts on her arms, the symbols of the night sky on her torso. But how many days and nights had she lost, had they all lost?
Shaking her head, she looked to her hands, still as the ground she stood upon before coming to this place. She was concerned by the missing time, and she wondered over it, but it did not master her.
With a nod, she pulled back on her quilted leggings, her undershirt, and her quilted jacket. She stretched carefully, then nodded again.
"Computer," she said, "Show me a Klingon warrior. Average height, male, prime."
She studied the result, then bowed to it. "Istini Ayesh Ni Hata Kan, from my line of mothers, I greet you. Will you honor me with a duel? You may of course have your weapon of choice."
"Computer, arm the Klingon." She watched the Bat'leth shimmer into existence. She took a deep breath. "Let us see how good these holodeck safeties are..."she murmured, then signaled the warrior that she was ready to begin.
She ducked under the first swing, stepping forward, towards her foe. She reached for the controlling wrist that was guiding the thrust. "When dost fight with a weapon, canst ever be disarmed or caught unprepared. But when thy weapon is thy body, as thou dost breathe, thou canst fight." A lesson taught to her by Master Hata himself, a lesson she taught to her students. Tana's whimpers and cries still haunted her time and again, from those lessons.
She pulled the controlling wrist and hand apart sharply, and found herself grabbed by a foe who no longer held any weapon but her, and that he held by the neck. Well, that was one thing Tana never did...
"Computer," she said, with as much air as she could manage, "end program."
She fell to the ground and rolled neatly to her feet, before rubbing her neck. "Klingon wrists do not pop out. Next experiment, popping up like a goblin. Computer, show me a Klingon warrior. Average height, male, prime. Arm him." Time to try again. At least this time, no one would be hurt but her.
