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Muir Darksea

Victoria — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 00:00:00 -0500

I have gone to bed, but couldn't sleep because I was thinking of my old RPG characters. So I thought I would blog about them here. It's odd how obsessed I am with those characters, or maybe not so odd, since this phenomenon has been commonly observed among other RPG players too (most of them much younger than me tho). It's like some alter form of narcissism. A couple years ago I used to play actively on a Dragonlance MUD. That's when I had these characters. My first main character was Muir Darksea. She's an evil mage who is evil not in a mwahaha way, but in a subtle way. Well, maybe too subtle because everyone said I played her too nice, and that I couldn't pull off an evil character. Not sure whether that was compliment or criticism. She was quite well-liked, since she's such a do-gooder, and has never fragged any other player, she's only fragged the MOBs. I felt uncomfortable about attacking other players.. isn't that kind of rude? She has her own homepage too, at http://muir.victoriac.net Here's her character profile: RACE: Half-Elf CLASS: Mage AGE: Young adult APPEARANCE: Red hair, dark eyes. ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil LONG DESC: You see a tall female half-elf with blazing red hair. She carries herself with the grace of careless insouciance, and wears an amused smile on her face as if she has a private joke on her mind. It is only after a while that you notice the smell of death that lingers incongruously after her, and that her eyes are black like the night sea. BACKGROUND: Her parents are unknown (prob born out of either illicit affair or rape, maybe between qualinesti elf in abanasinia and solamnic human from solamnia?), and she was abandoned while a baby. It is said that the cradle which she was abandoned in had drifted from the river to the seas, to the shores of Schallsea, where she eventually grew up rather independently with only occasional help from the barbarians. The barbarians dared not directly bring her up, for they believed that there was something evil about the strange baby who came from the night sea in a cradle smeared with blood. But because of the kindness in their hearts for the vulberable baby, they tried to help her when they could, though they avoided contact with her. When she was still a baby they would feed her but even then, they never took her to their homes. All these kindness stopped as soon as she learned to walk. SOCIAL She has a warm cheerful personality, but because of the solitude and harsh environment she has grown up in, she has little empathy for other people, and has a strong selfish instinct for self-preservation. She is curious about other people in general, and can appear friendly with them, but innately she has no respect for their autonomy, and treats them as a child would treat his toys, carelessly and heartlessly, not truly respecting them nor caring if they get hurt. CLASS She's always been talented in magery, and even as an untaught child, could do a few tricks on her own. One day when she was 14, an accomplished Mage discovered her talent and trained her. Having grown up in a land haunted by the undead, she is naturallly drawn to necromancy and the dark Arts. STRENGTH

bold, not easily frightened
strong self-preservation instinct
Adaptable and flexible
independent
intelligent
talented in magery

WEAKNESSES

Can't keep friends for long
Sometimes tactless and unaccustomed to social ettiquette
loses her way easily in cities and towns, being unaccustomed to them
eats like a barbarian :)
smells of death and decay which might put some people off?

MOTIVATION She has a strong sense of curiosity about the rest of humanity and society. A keen mind interested in learning and exploration brings her to the shores of other lands. She is not inherently evil, but is only branded so because of her self-centered attitude (solitude induced), and her lack of a sense of morality. Being untaught about the good and evil of the world, she has no qualms about doing evil deeds, which is what she does when she practices her dark arts. She feels at home and at ease with darkness and death, having grown up surrounded by them.

Arian Llyr

Victoria — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 00:00:00 -0500

Here's another of my RPG characters. I really love this one. She was so much fun to play. Basically, she's a thief, passing herself off as a ranger (she would pretend to make berries like rangers do, using sleight-of-hand). Most other players were not aware of this, so she was always lying to them, cheating their money for this and that charitable causes. The thing is, I can't bring myself to lie in real life (really!) and so it was refreshing to be able to lie through her. It was exhilarating, hilarious, lying to people, cheating them, outsmarting them, I guess that's how compulsive liars feel. It's a kind of adrenaline. And she's so bratty, so selfish, spoilt, it was just sheer indulgence playing her. But because she was cute, and played by a 'real girl' (me), she got lotsa attention from other male players who just kept losing their coins to her. I should make a website for her someday. She has the most hilarious game logs. Particularly when she's pretending to be a ranger, and yet hating the insects, dirt, and mud of the forest. GENDER: Female RACE: Human CLASS: Rogue AGE: Young adult ALIGNMENT: Neutral, Neutral ALIAS: Ari, Arian, Llyr, unruly, petite, dark, emerald, cat-like (no one knows her real name, people call her Ari) SHORT DESC: a petite young woman with green eyes and short unruly hair LONG DESC: You see a young woman with short dark hair carelessly trimmed to chin-length, its ends curling out in unruly wisps. Her face is wide and comely with a perky nose and a resolute mouth. Drawing your attention are her emerald green eyes, like those of a black cat's, as she observes her surroundings with a calculating acuteness. She carries her lithe, petite body with a regal haughtiness that suggests she may have been brought up in affluence, although the dirt and bruises on her tell of a rough life. PARENTS: Arthur & Larina Llyr BACKGROUND: Arian Llyr was the only child of a well-off Palanthas merchant and landowner. Her father was the descendant of an important family that had prospered in Palanthas for generations. She grew up in their family house where she was doted on by her father, being the only child. In her childhood, she had all her needs met and hardly had to make a decision for herself. And so, she became a haughty and pampered, delicate and dependent child. When her father died from a road accident shortly after her 17th birthday, her life changed drastically. She was left with her mother, whom she was never really close to. Her mother was a vain and materialistic woman, a servant's daughter with extraordinary beauty who had married her father for money. Arian's father soon found out after the marriage what a selfish person her mother was and had started to treat her coldly since. The estrangement continued after Arian was born, and so the child, who was always by her father's side, learned to distance herself from her mother too. The silly woman, Arian's mother, with the wealth she had inherited from her husband's death (Arian was still under aged to claim her share) soon remarried a common rogue. Together the duo squandered the family fortune (including Arian's share) in their indulgence and gambling escapades. Eventually to Arian's dismay, they had to sell the family house and move into a small house at a sleazy part of town. All this while, Arian could only watch on in shock and horror, disbelieving the things that were happening to her home. When the family house was sold, that was the last straw that finally jolted her awake from the stupor of her pampered upbringing. She had to make decisions for herself, and find the strength and courage within her to get what she needed. She ran away from home. It took great effort for her to adjust herself to her surroundings when she first ran away from home. She was fearful and aware of her own vulnerability in the big world out there, all by herself, penniless and fatherless. She had to forego the luxury she was used to, and had to swallow her pride on many occasions. The streets orphans that she had joined when she first ran away from home gave her a hard time because of her haughty attitude. She was beaten up by some of them more than once. However, she managed to struggle through the hardships, and proved to be clever, quick to learn, adaptable, gutsy, and strong-willed. After she has learned all the rogue skills she could from the streets orphans, she decided it was better for her to leave them and to find alternate means of amassing wealth. Pick pocketing is a slow way of amassing the kind of wealth she needs. And so, she decided to strike out on her own in the world out there. She has one goal in her life, and on that she has focussed all her strong will and energy. That is to amass enough wealth to buy back her family house. To her, the family house signified all the happiness of her childhood, and most important of all, memories of the father she loves dearly. It is a quest to restore her father's name. For that purpose, she has vowed to do anything and compromise anything in order to get the family house back. PERSONALITY: Deep down inside, she is still the frightened little girl she once was. But because of her strong desire to restore the family house, she has willed herself to be courageous and adaptable in order to achieve her goals. Occasionally she still wrinkles her nose at the filth of poverty, but she would force herself to adapt in whatever way is needed. In the same way that she would abandon her pride when needed, she would also abandon her morals. She still retains some of the habits from her childhood, for instance, she has a bad temper, and can be bratty and willful at times. But as mentioned above, she would suppress all these inclinations if they should hinder with her goal. Her days of the streets have taught her to be distrusting of others, and to be stealthy in her ways. She has also learned to lie when needed. She would not easily let other people know of her plans or even just to know her better. That makes her a reserved person at times. There is a playful side to her; she does enjoy having fun with people and socializing, even though she often has to restrain herself for caution's sake. Dedication to her goal has made her calculating and mercenary. She will not waste her time and energy on things that do not contribute to the achievement of her goal, and she is in constant look out for ways to get nearer to her goal. QUIRKS: - Afraid of the dark OTHER NOTES: - Goes around masquerading as a ranger to deflect suspicion.

Nuwa Shadowdancer

Victoria — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 00:00:00 -0500

I think Nuwa is probably the most interesting character I have created. She was incredibly difficult to play though. Because she was so sexy, she got lots of male attention, and I quickly got frightened and ditched her. I just can't pull this one off. It used to make me blush playing her! The other male characters in the game were literally fighting each other to offer tributes to her. Wow. RACE: Sea-Barbarian CLASS: Cleric GOD: Zeboim ETHOS: Chaotic ALIGNMENT: Evil LANGUAGES: Common, Kalinese ALIAS: svelt, dark-skinned, captivating SHORT DESC: a svelte, dark-skinned woman with a captivating presence LONG DESC: You see before you a svelte, dark-skinned woman with a captivating presence. She holds her head high with an air of self-assurance, and wears her tightly curled black hair cropped close to her finely sculpted head. An indigo sheen clings to her dark skin like an aura as she moves her slender well-toned body with a mesmerising grace that is at the same time delicate and commanding. Her scintillating dark blue eyes scans the surroundings every now and then with the capricious restlessness of the sea before a storm. NAME: The word 'Nuwa', in the barbarian's tongue is the name for the shadows of the moonlight upon the waves of the night sea. Normally overlooked by the common coast men who did not even have a name for this, the sea-barbarians discern and appreciate the existence of the shadows which shimmering darkness is no less beautiful than that of its luminous counterpart. 'Nuwa' is literally translated as 'Shadowdancer' in the common tongue. (I made this up) BACKGROUND: Nuwa was born on a ship to a father who was one of the leaders of a pirate cartel, and mother who was the Zeboim priestess serving the same cartel. Her mother died of an illness before Nuwa could grow up to be a young adult. Since then, Nuwa had followed her father sailing out to the high seas. She was thrown into an environment dominated by male figures at a young age, but she had always been able to fend for herself among the crews despite being female. Her father was often too busy with his business to take care of her. She learned early to use her femininity and charisma to her advantage. That doesn't mean she was one delicate demure lady however. She enjoyed taking up the occasional jeering man's challenge, proving herself superior in victory, and thus establishing her authority while winning the respect of the men. She has spent the majority of her childhood and youth in the sea, sailing between ports and oceans. High spirited and restless, she soon grew hungry for more thrills and decided to leave the cartel and anchor up to shore to explore the more elaborate communities on terra firma. CHARACTER: Years of sailing at the high seas have imprinted upon this barbarian woman the temper of the seas, resulting in a temperament that is capricious and excessive. Her moods are quick to change, and when she does, it could swing to the extremes, much like stormy waters throwing everything into a giddy imbalance. At such times, she could create as much awe and fear in people as she could create confusion and distrust. Naturally endowed with a high charisma, Nuwa has learned since young to use it at her advantage, when she is in the mood, that is. It has proven useful to her many times, allowing her to manipulate into close circles and positions of leadership without using brute force. She enjoys being the center of attention and has a way of swaying masses to her side, making them follow her commands like a school of enthralled fishes. However, because of her temperamental moods, she often finds it hard to follow through long term plans, and very often abandons them halfway due to a change of mind. That doesn't mean she is unable to lead and plan. She does possess much intelligence and wisdom to make sound plans, and the charima to lead a troop, she only lacks the steadfastness to follow them through personally. Thus she has learned from experience to appoint someone else to follow through her plans while she tries to forget about them herself lest she should itch to make changes. A thrill seeker, Nuwa's actions often falls into the categories of valiant courage and foolish recklessness, depending on the end results. Like most other proud people, Nuwa seeks to undermine and establish her own self-assurance in a paradox of endless challenges. She appreciates and respects a challenging opponent, while at the same time feeling jealous and contemptous towards the opponent. This love-hate relationship with challenges is perhaps the most prominent driving force in her motivation when she is driven in any single direction at all. QUIRKS/TALENTS: - can entrall with her singing and dancing, which is also used in priestly ceremonies - charismatic

ALIAS:

DANCING (or ritual):

- alias song1 starts to sing a seamless tune in a strange unknown language. Her voice is fluid and flawless, surreptitiously drawing you into a trance, riding the seamless tune that does not seem to have a beginning or an end.
- alias song2 draws you deeper into a trance with her hypnotic voice. You feel your head filled with endless undulating repetitions of echoes, and echoes of echoes; numerous ripples spreading out and dissipating on the surface of your mind.
- alias song3 sways her graceful body alluringly to the tune, her dark blue eyes half-closed in a self-absorbed drunkeness as she lifts her arms in mimic of the undulating sea. Each evanescent movement seems spontaneous, and yet at the same time deliberate, disappearing fast like froth before you could sensibly discern it.
- alias song4 continues swaying her mesmerising billowy form to the tune, flooding your mind with successive waves of images after images, deafening your senses.
- alias song5 ends the song before you realize it. A heavy silence fills the air. You feel as if the weight of the world is suddenly upon you, rendering you breathless.

I watch the girl run

Victoria — Tue, 31 Oct 2006 00:00:00 -0500

Another old poem: (From Wednesday, February 22, 2006) I Watch The Girl Run I watch the girl run away from her lover to hide behind a tree. What are you doing? I ask. Shhh. So as to see if he will follow, whispers she, peeping at you, still sleeping.

She Devil

Victoria — Mon, 30 Oct 2006 00:00:00 -0500

Just feel like copying an old poem I wrote and put it up here. (From Saturday, December 07, 2002) She Devil The Devil she is my muse inspiring a blush tender and hush shortens my breath heightens my senses like the way you touch me making me long for the short reprieve until my next penance

Fathom me

Victoria — Thu, 14 Sep 2006 00:00:00 -0400

Fathom me

When the colours start falling, red first.
When sunlight shivers above.
When words turn to bubbles, growing as they rise.
When your eyes anchor on mine.
OK? ok.
Now show me your world.