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I'M DYING, EGYPT
Posted 05-29-2018, 04:30 PM |
Graham
Rogue
Male, 3.75
Mesomorph
35 in, 130 lbs
0 ep
© hobs


“The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack. The round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets
And citizens to their dens.”
I'm dying Egypt


The blade itself incites to deeds of violence - Tripoli Eins was not long for Doutaini. The paltry struggles of the day were nothing like those that Eridanus had told the new generation. Peace did not sit quietly in his soul, and restless, the wolf made off far into the horizon - enchanted by the idea of the unknown.

The learned tactician made himself useful to a great kingdom in the east; a blossoming empire on the verge of enlightenment where all the squalid aspects of life seemed shiny and permissible. Physical violence was not unfamiliar to him, despite his preference towards the psychological, and it began to take on a new meaning as he dove head-long into the position of advisor to the king. bloodshed and warfare became breath, it became sport, it became an ingratiated part of life as they moved further east towards mythological coasts in their campaign.

it is in these months of endless battling that Tripoli Eins fell in with the lethal Brontë Ruin - a smirking, silver weapon of a creature whose smiles hid daggers and destruction. Addicted to living with adrenaline in his veins, it didn't take long for Tripoli to entice her with his wiles. There was something in the air they breathed between them; an understanding, a softness unspoken between their cunning and their war. And she, the distant grandchild of madonna ruin's murderous cousin, Marvus, found an unexpected respite in the peace of Tripoli's presence as he weaved grand and glorious images of his siblings (lost to him by time and his own selfishness). what love came after produced children of war and dust: kosovo, a thing of shadows and smoke, pieria, the silver mirror of her mother, and gibraltar, a beast of stark white lines and gentle caramel accents.

Their children quickly gained fame as competent spies, warriors, and philosophers as the years went on and the war traveled to new and dangerous corners of the lands. Violence, like it did their parents, shaped them: pieria with her ruinous passion for all areas of life, danced the edge of a sword more often, it seemed, than she slept, kosovo, perhaps the softest of heart, became severe and blunt, an inwardly cynical creature whose eyes saw only victims in the faces he glimpsed, and Gibraltar, having taken the most to a life of war, and thinking little of what it had made him, was eager to settle into his life with his many children and his wife. To absolutely no one's surprise, Pieria never acquired a mate, though she had many lovers and varied in her tastes - followed her passions to the settlement kingdom near a desert oasis, where something sang of peace as she looked out on the heat-rippled horizons, in an attempt to grasp peacetime by the throat if she had to; but war still infected her blood like poison. Kosovo, surprised by love, was mated to Rhosyn, an Iberian healer with overflowing patience, in the late spring of his adulthood, and from them came four babes - noor, ptolemy, rhosus, & seleukos.

A year passed them quickly by, and a reunion was in order. They all gathered in the valley that Tripoli and Brontë had first laid eyes on one another; a decision of pure sentiment and symbolism on their patriarch's part. Tripoli, much to his chagrin, as he aged into the years of his father, took careful note to teach his grown children of their ancestry in a fit of wisdom. Brontë, having only the vague memory of bedtime stories from her own family, knew very little of the context of what her own family's role had been in Doutaini; but never the less, the land was familiar to her all the same, if only in her dreams. He impressed upon them how soft the land had gotten since his own father had known of it, and the trio seemed to have little interest in going there.

Pieria, with her proclivity to indulge in almost every aspect of the culture, saw no reason to abandon fame and notoriety for another land, despite its magic. Gibraltar, much of the same mind, spoke his peace, retreating to the quiet aspects of a territory he'd been gifted in recompense for losing an eye in a campaign he spearheaded to victory. And Kosovo, a general with no war to fight, found himself restlessly traveling among the territories with his little family; soaking up culture and language while they could and learning the freedom of a nomadic existence.

In doing so, he and rhosyn had trapped themselves in the southern, merchant areas with certain death all around them.

A plague struck the coastal regions with a sudden and vicious wave of fever and death. Infected prey became infected water supplies, and Kosovo was hard pressed to escape the illness that ravaged so many around them. As though death itself were hunting his family, circling slowly like vultures over a carcass, it was rhosyn who contracted it first; having been assisting the local healers while the territory was quarantined. For days she lay wracked by fever and hallucinations, and Kosovo watched helplessly as she deteriorated. It wasn't until, desperate for help that he slunk out past the guards and into the nomadic camps waylaid on the outskirts and discovered a young healer, tale; a girl of cinnamon and ivory, whose green eyes seemed to tease him ever time she looked his way. She brought with her herbs that flushed his wife's system of the bacteria that would have slowly taken her life.

When his wife is well, tale teaches rhosyn the ways of this cure so she may pass it on to others in the territory. But the plague continues to strike their family, and in the prelight of dawn Kosovo discovers one of his children dead. Things dissolve as they will, and while Rhosyn, whose patient heart yearns for her child and seeks to help her remaining children with their loss, she cannot breach the walls Kosovo has erected around his heart. Amid a feverish night of coughing and petulance, Kosovo elects to leave this merchant bay for the fabled land his father had spoken. He cannot watch another one of his children die.

"Doutaini." It becomes a dirty word between Kosovo and Rhosyn, the latter having found that the ill needed her, wanted her, where her husband seemed to not be able to stand her presence. The children too, haunted in separate ways by their sibling's death, want nothing more than to leave this place, and when tale elects to travel with them when rhosyn refuses, it is settled.

It is a short, guilty goodbye between husband and wife; an embrace full of a shared life and the regret that lies between them. And though torn in leaving their mother to continue her care for those in need, the children, too, turn their backs on this place of death and sorrow for the promise of something more.








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Posted 05-29-2018, 04:31 PM | This post was last modified: 05-30-2018, 07:15 PM by Graham
Graham
Rogue
Male, 3.75
Mesomorph
35 in, 130 lbs
0 ep
© hobs


cast your lots
three of four and one
Gold, Silver, & Lead
He who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath




noor (NOOR • 1 year • female) reeds and the Nile. The patience of gators beneath the water's surface. Scythes and harvest - the quarter moon. sunlight through looking glass.



ptolemy (TOL-emy • 1 year • male) the library of Alexandria. Dust covered tomes. The sands of time. Spyglasses and scrolls. Maps of the uncharted world.



rhosus (Rahw-suss • 1 year• male) Sand and grit. The shadows of a Persian bazaar. Traders of fine goods and spices. The quick and careful eye of a bounty hunter. The assassin's quiet blade. The rush of horses along the beach.



seleukos (sell-oo-kose • 1 year • male) The heat of battle. The determination of a 1,000 mile march. The unyielding general of Alexander the Great. The birth of dynasties and legacy. The culture of Ancient Rome.



Tale (tah-leh • female • 2 years) cinnamon and ivory; mossy green eyes. A diamond in the rough. Streetrat who escaped the streets. The wiles of a survivor. The silent blade. Gentle hands and smirking eyes.




other names of consideration: europus, eumenes, lysimachus, cassander, demetrius, gaza, nicator, babylon, babel, mauryan, coele, ipsus, iroh, apamea, zeus, jerusalem, tikrit, aleppo, damascus, emir, ascalon, koine, antony, sarissa, syracuse, archimedes, aetolia, crete, raphia, tryphon, thracian, kontos, plutarch, pompei, xerxes, tullius, cicero, gryphon, fes (fa's), morocco, shylock, khepri, kafele, kesi, tale,

other info: did I look a little too long at Tripoli's and his siblings' (Antioch & Petra) real world history? Did I mesh it with the shakespeare plays Antony and Cleopatra x Merchant of Venice? Did I smash all of Ancient Rome's history post Alexander the Great/all the Seleucid empire stuff together with those things? Why yes...yes I did. ANYWAY, you have a lot to work with here lol essentially the kiddos highlight a part of the cultures that would have been around during that time.

Please note that one of these kiddos is gonna be dead, which will depend entirely upon who y'all apply for. Tale isn't even safe, technically but there is a possibility for a may-December relationship (slow-burn) in the future if that interests you. Yes, kosovo's siblings can be adopted if you want, but they'll have to come to dout another way <3 another thing of note: everyone will arrive ill because of this "plague" (rabbit fever) but will be at various stages of illness. (I was looking up things wolves can catch and apparently they can get this from eating prey that is already infected or from being bitten by deer flies) If you are interested in more info about rhosyn, pm me and we can talk ^^

The usual is required for an application: 7 sentences for personality & description + which stage of the infection they're suffering from aka their symptoms. And thenlittle blurbs are only there to inspire, they aren't set in stone. These are ruin-einsand not for the faint of heart. While there is room for the scholarly and healer types, all of them have experienced war from an early age and violence is in their blood. You have pretty free reign with their looks. Obviously that icy, eins-blue is a prevalent eye color along with dark fur, caramels, and the occasional bone-white on marvus ruin's side. Their mother had golden eyes and was an iberian wolf so you also have russets and browns to work with. They also might have picked up persian, berbers, arabic, greek, and latin being on the road most of their lives in such diverse cultural climates.




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Posted 05-29-2018, 07:15 PM | This post was last modified: 06-03-2018, 05:39 PM by Sparrow
Sparrow
OOC Account
Female, 26.75
Ectomorph
x in, x lbs
0 ep
© Sparrow


priestess of serket. a creature of moments between (dawn, dusk).


*rubs hands together*

been a while since we wrote a romance, eh? *wiggles eyebrows*

TALE, coming soon.

Her origins are rooted in a culture that fervently worshiped and honored its dead; enough that the living often went neglected.



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Posted 05-29-2018, 07:35 PM |
Visitor
Rogue
Male, 11.75
----
in, lbs
0 ep
© 10.25
~ in progress...

rhosus ruin eins

suave. womanizer. crude. outlandish. confrontational.



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Posted 05-30-2018, 05:03 PM |
Kosovo
Rogue
Male, 3.75
Ectomorph
41 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© hobs

oh yeeeees sparrow. It's been foreverrrrrr. I can't wait!

And looks promising visitor! :o



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Posted 05-30-2018, 05:44 PM | This post was last modified: 06-07-2018, 02:55 PM by Evan
Evan
OOC Account
Intersex, 19.25
Meso-runner
x in, o lbs
0 ep
© ev
ahhhh maybe next time!

discord: ev#5275, skype: teenagehemmings, & pm: Evan.

primary character(s): mars & otto.
secondary character(s): icarus, clancy, & auriel.



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Posted 05-30-2018, 07:24 PM |
Visitor
Rogue
Male, 11.75
----
in, lbs
0 ep
© 10.25
(05-29-2018, 07:35 PM)Visitor Wrote:
~ in progress...

rhosus ruin eins

suave. womanizer. crude. outlandish. confrontational.

in his younger days he’d always feared mortality. to see his mother sick and his sibling die has effected him deeply. causing him to keep the majority of his problems internally. influenced by his father’s nomadic characteristics he cannot simply remain idle, his mind is a contant churning machine. he is blessed with a sense of intuition, prefering to evaluate his surroundings - friend and foe alike. even so, despite his cultured upbringing, he can be quite the hedonistic brute. women and prestige have the ability to captivate him, his tenacity has a tendency to bleed into other qualities of his lifestyle. truthfully, he lives for danger, significance in this cruel and dubious world. with the arm of death resting on his shoulder he cannot help but seek a fulfilling life. he is fully aware of his shortcomings, but, despite his rather aloof and stony exterior, he is very duty-bound, and loyalty to anyone or anything — be it being or country is not so easily gained. after all, above all things he desires freedom. one my never know his true intentions and motivation.

+ chills



icy blue eyes. light golden coat.
even at a young age, he sports a promising




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Posted 05-31-2018, 10:12 PM |
Visitor
Rogue
Male, 11.75
----
in, lbs
0 ep
© 10.25
~ finished! (noir)

rhosus ruin eins

suave. womanizer. crude. outlandish. confrontational.



in his younger days he’d always feared mortality. to see his mother sick and his sibling die has effected him deeply. causing him to keep the majority of his problems internally. influenced by his father’s nomadic characteristics he cannot simply remain idle, his mind is a contant churning machine. he is blessed with a sense of intuition, prefering to evaluate his surroundings - friend and foe alike. even so, despite his cultured upbringing, he can be quite the hedonistic brute. women and prestige have the ability to captivate him, his tenacity has a tendency to bleed into other qualities of his lifestyle. truthfully, he lives for danger, significance in this cruel and dubious world. with the arm of death resting on his shoulder he cannot help but seek a fulfilling life. he is fully aware of his shortcomings, but, despite his rather aloof and stony exterior, he is very duty-bound, and loyalty to anyone or anything — be it being or country is not so easily gained. after all, above all things he desires freedom. one my never know his true intentions and motivation.

+ chills — due to the plague, he suffers from slight chills. no matter the weather he always feels a sort of draft. which causes him to, begrudgingly - rest his body to against his siblings.



icy blue eyes. mixture smoke and soot, greyish sheen.

even at a young age, he sports a promising physique. he shares his father’s impressive height. towering above his adversaries at such a young age, his coat is a mesh of alabaster and coal, giving his coat a metallic sheen. his eyes are a the iconic eins icy blue sheen. surely, complementing his slightly dulled coat quite nicely. he’s quite the domineering brute, always sporting a sawtoothed grin, with knowing glinting eyes. he glides across the terrain with hard deliberate steps, a regal stride with a healthy dose of suave posture for good measure. a type of restrained ferocity that is only found in the most frightening of beast.



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Posted 06-01-2018, 12:42 PM | This post was last modified: 06-01-2018, 12:43 PM by Kosovo
Kosovo
Rogue
Male, 3.75
Ectomorph
41 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© hobs
These all look great so far! :D

I'm gonna put a tentative deadline of JUNE 8th for the applications to be finished<3



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Posted 06-02-2018, 07:24 PM | This post was last modified: 06-03-2018, 11:15 PM by Verona
Verona
Rebel Healer
Female, 3.50
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
82 ep
© tam
GAZA SELEUKOS EINS
how great are the dangers I face to win a good name in athens.


endomorph

the macedonian ; muted timber cut through with shades of red and blonde and the eyes of the fathers before him: pale and cold like the ice of ancient glaciers.

the crusader ; a tactician mind that thinks in black and white (there is no in-between).




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