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about Bleu
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Registration Date: 06-08-2013
Last Visit: 09-17-2013 01:50 AM Total Posts 5 Played By: Swen 
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general information
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Familiar: Rare albino Wyvern named Gobi. | |||||||||
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appearance
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At first glance Bleu seems rather outlandish and quite strange. Dangling from her left ear upon a black hoop and meagre, minuscule chain is a medium sized squirrel's tail. If that wasn't odd enough a bold and contrasting white polar-bear cub pelt drapes along her back, starting between her ears and working its way down to her rump with the legs hanging over either side of her. The animal oddities do not end there, however, for upon her shoulder on yet another black, small chain, are a pair of tan deer antlers and upon the base of her tail a silver bangle wrapped with vivid blue feathers. Bleu's thin and short pelt is a very dark, nearly coal black, gray. From her snout down to the tip of her tail (along her stomach and chest) is a dark tan that also caresses the length of her hind-legs and the bottom most part of her fore-limbs. Between her ears and at the base of them the brown turns darker and is seemingly blended into the black. Upon Bleu's forehead starts three same sized gems that are embedded into her skull, each one the same amber hue as her glimmering eyes. They travel in a straight line and the last nests between her ears. | |||||||||
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personality
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Ever since she was a child, Bleu has always felt attuned to the forces of nature. She's the type that will stop to smell the roses once in awhile or take in something she would consider breathtaking scenery while others would call it garbage. While she does enjoy the earthly side of nature, she feels a stronger affiliation towards the beasts that feast and tread upon it - so much so that she'd risk her life to save that of a beaver or go out of her way to try to help a fallen chick get back into its nest. Anything to ensure that the beasts around her are content and happy. Even though it pains her greatly to end the life of one of these creatures less fortunate, Bleu understands the circle of life and holds great respect for it to a point where she'll use every part of the animal she feasts upon or happens to find in any way she can from offering it to starving loners or by making decorations from their body parts to keep for herself or offer as 'friendship tokens'. Others might consider it distasteful but she sees nothing wrong with it. Bleu also holds the utmost respect for healers.
This feisty girl has a habit of acting rather feline-like in nature from giving herself a tongue bath to even trying to mimic feline sounds; she can even be as stubborn and uncooperative as her feline alter-ego. Even though she's socially awkward and can be a bit strange, Bleu wants nothing more than to reconnect with her kind so she'll go out of her way to help them in any way possible and attempt nearly anything to fit in. Though she might not take notice to it right away and try to push it aside, she's very sensitive to criticism but instead of showing it through tears she'll express it through determination and more often than not, anger. She tends to get frustrated with herself when she lets feelings of sorrow or sadness overwhelm her so she does her best to stay happy. | |||||||||
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history
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Angeline, a great mage of our time, swept into the elder’s wood with a young pup - no more than four seasons - close at her heels. She was a woman of unadulterated sophistication and oft wore golden jewellery and the usual tribal gear of our pack; I, on the other hand, was a dishevelled youth whose only noticeable feature were the darting eyes that beheld envy behind their gaze for the woman that walked before me. I looked upon the different things this elder kept within her woods from the bunches of herbs to the piles of bones - I withheld curiosity and youthful fascination. Everything here was a mystery to me and my mind was yearning to learn the magic behind their use. My pelt was caked in mud and filth to a point where I looked like nothing more than a beggar’s pup who preyed upon the fortunate within the pack’s rankings. Dark brown and black fur was a tangled mess, burrs and sticks finding their way into the fray of this unkempt appearance and a scowl creased the lines upon my brow.
“This is the child?” The elder’s voice seemed soft and welcoming as it addressed the mage that stood before me. Angeline looked to me, her eyes reflecting the disapproval she wouldn’t speak before she looked upon the elder that had slipped from the tree’s and into our presence. “She was challenging the God’s, again.” The great mage’s voice dripped with her obvious disapproval and all I could do was display a bemused grin. “As you can imagine, Sol was more than eager to oblige.” The elder approached, each step was filled with utter confidence and her eyes bore into me as if she was seeing through me instead of actually seeing me. “There are no serious injuries,” A subtle pause as his eyes diverted to Angeline. “and Sol?” “Unscathed. You’re foolish if you believe a mere child could bring harm to a God.” The elder turned and shook his head as if hearing that his God had been unharmed in the fight was a terrible thing. “What a shame, a lesson in humility would do him some good. I will speak with him later.” “Then why bring me here?” My voice was bolstered with the confidence born of a child’s ignorance of how the world actually turned, how it thrived on cruelty and despair. They grinned. “I am Reynard Devereux, elder of the three packs. As our numbers expand so do our ages and as my time counts down I find myself in need of an heir, someone to take over when I’m gone.” He paused for a moment as his paw touched upon one of the numerous herbs he kept in this region while my face contorted from the confidence I’d once beheld to one of confusion; my questions had been cut off by his answers. “Unfortunately my body will not comply with this need as I continue to fail to produce offspring. You’re an orphan child, are you not?” The attention he paid to the herbs was cut short as his eyes found my own once more. “You want me to become your heir?” My voice held uncertainty to which he only smiled. “I am in need of your confidence, of your fear-less disposition. A woman of youth challenging the God’s would certainly lead our kind to greatness.” Reynard seemed so sure and Angeline merely scoffed. “What you consider strength, Reynard, some might consider foolishness.” “There is no difference between the two. The child has potential and I plan to unleash it.” And he had. For four years I trained beneath the careful eyes of Reynard and Angeline, learning both leader-ship and magic beneath their scrutiny. Within my training I’d taken up my teacher’s name to become known as Bleu Devereux - daughter and heir of Reynard Devereux and any thoughts of my previous lineage vanished during that time. My learning, however, came to an end when the Great Spirit saw fit to remove Reynard’s spirit from his mortal tomb and I had taken his role as elder of the packs upon his burning pyre. With kindness and geniality I lead our people in his stead but that, too, would come to a tragic end. Blood stained the earth where the spirit had fallen, Sol and Luna’s feud striking him and I can still remember the anger within his gaze. As the vine spread upon the earth I grew fearful that he would destroy us all for the sins of his children and thus, I formulated a way to ensure our survival. Sol had mentioned to me once an island that they had constructed far above the clouds where mortal eyes could not see. It was said to be the kingdom of the heaven’s and the forgotten realm of the God’s but there was no way to access it from the ground and thus I gathered four of my most powerful mages and constructed a stone of power that would lead us to this holy land. We came to call it Kaelir and within two years time peace began to fill our people and we established temples in the names of our God’s in hopes that they would never find us and let us continue our mere existence. A year’s time passed and we were fine, we flew upon our beasts within the skies and created names, families, and bonds that could not be broken. It was here that I connected with a strange beast we’d called the wyvern but I called Karn - a rare albino beauty that carried me throughout the skies. But these moments of serenity would not last as one of the islands fell to the earth and I feared that the God’s had not forgotten us after all. With all of my strength I gathered my kind upon the central island, telling them of my plan for preservation - I would encase us in stone, ensuring our survival. For five hundred years I’ve slumbered with my people and open my eyes for the first time now to learn that we had overcome the fall of a God. | |||||||||
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