Post by Ryzia Linnen on Mar 27, 2013 1:38:29 GMT -5
You are led into a room and are told that you will be answering a series of questions while you are in that room to determine whether or not you may be ready to be thrown into the world of Finalu.
In the blink of an eye, a mannequin with no face -- no hair, nose, eyes, lips, nor ears -- and simple body features with no particular uniqueness whatsoever appears before you. No color is displayed on this boring creation, just dull slate grey. Coming from within the doll, in a wooden, robotic voice, are the words: "make me you." To do so, you describe your physical appearance, features, style, and mannerisms to the mannequin, and, after each statement you told the doll about yourself, it takes on the aspects you described.
- I certainly don’t look like this dull piece of nothing, ugh. Who even made this, anyway? Someone without much skill, I’d imagine. You want to know what I look like? Why, so you can imitate me? Hah, I guess they do say imitation is the highest form of flattery. Very well, then.
I have short-cropped light blonde hair and light gray eyes. I used to have impressively long hair, but I had to cut it all off when… well, it’s not important for you to know, is it? My skin is translucently pale—after all, I spend most of my time in the shade in the forests. I’m not used to harsh sunlight, so I’d sunburn easily if I ever went out into the open. When I go into towns, I carry my favorite parasol, of course.
I suppose since this freakish mannequin has no nose or ears I have to describe those as well? What a nuisance. My nose is small. Happy? My ears are long and pointed, seeing as I’m a Fae. I used to keep several pure silver piercings in them, but I had to sell them after… nevermind, you don’t need to know that. My lips are thin and pale, like the rest of me. All in all, I look a bit ethereal, but trust me, I can be a firecracker.
A photograph of your parents and various other family pictures appear before you. Which of your parents do you take after, and which aspects? Also, what's your family like?
- My parents? Why do you want to know about them/ anyway? Why does it matter to you? You just want to gather this information to turn on me with it later. Blackmail? Spying? What do you want?
I guess I’ll tell you… but you might just happen to go missing soon afterwards. I’m an only child. My parents never spent much time with me. I always felt cold towards them, and I guess they felt the same to me. Whatever.
When I was about 16 years old, I saw my father kissing some lowly Fae servant of some kind. He looked drunk. I told my mother the next day, naturally. To make an excruciatingly long story short, a few hours later my father lay dead in the river and my mother had went missing. A rumor went around the townspeople that I had killed both my parents—it was common knowledge that I didn’t get along with them. It was almost like a witch hunt, then. I ran away, leaving all of my belongings. During my escape, my long hair got horribly snagged on some godforsaken tree, and I had to hack it all off with my dagger. It… wasn’t such a loss… I mean… anyway. Happy now? That’s my story. I left, and I’m never going back.
Everyone has their set of strengths and weaknesses. What are yours?
- I speak my mind. Whether that’s a strength or a weakness, it’s up to you to decide—not that I really care what you think about it. I’m tough and can take care of myself, though I do happen to like the luxuries of life. I don’t trust easily. If you want me to do you a favor, it’s not my problem. Do it yourself. After all, the only person you can depend on is yourself. Depending on others leads to weakness and loss.
The room's lights begin to flicker. Not everything is rainbows and butterflies, which is why the room shifts to show you your fears. What are they?
- My friend is there. Lue. She’s reaching for me, but in her hand is a knife. She wants me dead. They all want me dead. My whole… I can’t… everyone I’ve ever known is out to get me. I have to escape! From a distant nowhere, I can hear my mother laughing. If I could, I would kill her. But if I did, I would be exactly who the townspeople think I am, anyway. What’s the point of anything? God!
Your fears continue to play out before you. To get it to stop, tell the room your hopes and dreams.
- I want to live in a secluded town, far away from anywhere I’ve ever known. I want enough money to be moderately rich, but that’s just a faraway dream. I don’t want love or companionship. I just want a peaceful life where I can read my books and paint watercolor paintings. I want to be free.
The room seems satisfied with what you have said and your fears disappear. Instead, a path appears, and you begin to walk. How long do you walk until you give up?
- I’ll walk however long I have to. I’m the boss of my own life. Though if this goddamn path never ends, I swear I’m going to get a little angry.
As soon as you stop, you can see just ahead the path splits in two. One side, the left, is made of dirt, winding into a forest. The other, on the right, is straight, made of stone, and leads to a gleaming castle. Which way do you go?
- The castle. I prefer solitude to crowds, but… there’s no way I’m going back into the forest. Any forest. I don’t know who will find me. I’m not taking any risks.
As you take a step to the chosen path, both of them vanish. Instead, you're in a battlefield filled with dead bodies. You're starved, but there is no food to eat. Do you resort to cannibalism?
- Ugh. What kind of question is that? I’d rather starve than eat rotting flesh. What the hell kind of game is this?
As soon as you decide, you see motion in the corner of your eye and your hunger is gone. A figure rises up from the dead! Around you, there is a fallen sword, a crossbow with one arrow loaded, and a club. Also, there seems to be a path between the bodies, leading away. What do you do?
- I chop its limbs off with the sword, of course. I’m not afraid to get close to it. I have some skills with a blade, anyway. I wouldn’t know what to do with the crossbow, and I don’t have enough brute strength for a club. And the path? Why would I run away from danger? I’m not running anymore. I fight.
You hear a sound and turn around to see a book on a table. You walk towards it, and open the cover. Flipping through the pages, you see it is every event that happened in your life. What is your saddest memory, and your happiest?
- My saddest memory? Why do I have to… fine. You win. I’ll say it. It was my first, and only, kiss. I thought I loved her, probably. After that, she called me… all kinds of disgusting names, things you’ve never heard. That was years ago, but thinking about it even now feels like… I’m not crying, seriously. I’m not.
My happiest memory was my first flight. Hah, I still remember it even now. Obviously Fae can’t actually fly for any extended amount of time, but fluttering several inches above the ground was wonderful. I was still young enough to find joy in the world and to feel pride from the gazes of my parents. That was a long time ago.
You close the book and for the first time, notice the title. What is the title of the book?
- The Road Less Traveled.
A glass container appears before you. From the markings along one side, you can see that the liquid inside reaches the halfway point. You are then asked to determine how you see the glass.
- It’s a glass. What else do you need to know about it? What, is this some kind of poorly set up psychological test? Screw that.
In the blink of an eye, a dragon stands before you, looking angry and ferocious as ever, while behind you is the person you care for the most. Who is it?
- It’s funny… I never thought this would be the answer, but it’s Lue. Even if she tried to kill me, I still see her as my best friend. Or I would, if I’d seen her in the past several years. So I suppose it’s her there. I see it all as a betrayal, but it wasn’t really her fault. The whole village was out for me. She was swept up in it all. She wouldn’t really want to… kill me. Right?
Two other things also appear on opposite far ends of the room; a sword and a shield. If you move for one of them, you won't have time to save the person behind you, but you will save yourself. What do you do?
- I save myself. I’ve learned the hard way that trying to help others won’t get you far in life. I may care about Lue, but I’ve already left her once. I can do it again.
The scene disappears and instead the mannequin you constructed in like of yourself earlier approaches you and says in the same, robotic voice, "Please wait while the higher-ups determine whether or not you are allowed to enter Finalu."
FULL NAME --- Ryzia Linnen
BIRTHDATE/AGE --- Nineteen/19, born in Winter.
GENDER --- Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION --- Lesbian
SPECIES --- Fae
OCCUPATION --- Painter, selling her work at markets.
YOUR ALIAS --- Shia aka shushnow
OTHER CHARACTERS --- Kaim Starkhani
OTHER --- Hi.
In the blink of an eye, a mannequin with no face -- no hair, nose, eyes, lips, nor ears -- and simple body features with no particular uniqueness whatsoever appears before you. No color is displayed on this boring creation, just dull slate grey. Coming from within the doll, in a wooden, robotic voice, are the words: "make me you." To do so, you describe your physical appearance, features, style, and mannerisms to the mannequin, and, after each statement you told the doll about yourself, it takes on the aspects you described.
- I certainly don’t look like this dull piece of nothing, ugh. Who even made this, anyway? Someone without much skill, I’d imagine. You want to know what I look like? Why, so you can imitate me? Hah, I guess they do say imitation is the highest form of flattery. Very well, then.
I have short-cropped light blonde hair and light gray eyes. I used to have impressively long hair, but I had to cut it all off when… well, it’s not important for you to know, is it? My skin is translucently pale—after all, I spend most of my time in the shade in the forests. I’m not used to harsh sunlight, so I’d sunburn easily if I ever went out into the open. When I go into towns, I carry my favorite parasol, of course.
I suppose since this freakish mannequin has no nose or ears I have to describe those as well? What a nuisance. My nose is small. Happy? My ears are long and pointed, seeing as I’m a Fae. I used to keep several pure silver piercings in them, but I had to sell them after… nevermind, you don’t need to know that. My lips are thin and pale, like the rest of me. All in all, I look a bit ethereal, but trust me, I can be a firecracker.
A photograph of your parents and various other family pictures appear before you. Which of your parents do you take after, and which aspects? Also, what's your family like?
- My parents? Why do you want to know about them/ anyway? Why does it matter to you? You just want to gather this information to turn on me with it later. Blackmail? Spying? What do you want?
I guess I’ll tell you… but you might just happen to go missing soon afterwards. I’m an only child. My parents never spent much time with me. I always felt cold towards them, and I guess they felt the same to me. Whatever.
When I was about 16 years old, I saw my father kissing some lowly Fae servant of some kind. He looked drunk. I told my mother the next day, naturally. To make an excruciatingly long story short, a few hours later my father lay dead in the river and my mother had went missing. A rumor went around the townspeople that I had killed both my parents—it was common knowledge that I didn’t get along with them. It was almost like a witch hunt, then. I ran away, leaving all of my belongings. During my escape, my long hair got horribly snagged on some godforsaken tree, and I had to hack it all off with my dagger. It… wasn’t such a loss… I mean… anyway. Happy now? That’s my story. I left, and I’m never going back.
Everyone has their set of strengths and weaknesses. What are yours?
- I speak my mind. Whether that’s a strength or a weakness, it’s up to you to decide—not that I really care what you think about it. I’m tough and can take care of myself, though I do happen to like the luxuries of life. I don’t trust easily. If you want me to do you a favor, it’s not my problem. Do it yourself. After all, the only person you can depend on is yourself. Depending on others leads to weakness and loss.
The room's lights begin to flicker. Not everything is rainbows and butterflies, which is why the room shifts to show you your fears. What are they?
- My friend is there. Lue. She’s reaching for me, but in her hand is a knife. She wants me dead. They all want me dead. My whole… I can’t… everyone I’ve ever known is out to get me. I have to escape! From a distant nowhere, I can hear my mother laughing. If I could, I would kill her. But if I did, I would be exactly who the townspeople think I am, anyway. What’s the point of anything? God!
Your fears continue to play out before you. To get it to stop, tell the room your hopes and dreams.
- I want to live in a secluded town, far away from anywhere I’ve ever known. I want enough money to be moderately rich, but that’s just a faraway dream. I don’t want love or companionship. I just want a peaceful life where I can read my books and paint watercolor paintings. I want to be free.
The room seems satisfied with what you have said and your fears disappear. Instead, a path appears, and you begin to walk. How long do you walk until you give up?
- I’ll walk however long I have to. I’m the boss of my own life. Though if this goddamn path never ends, I swear I’m going to get a little angry.
As soon as you stop, you can see just ahead the path splits in two. One side, the left, is made of dirt, winding into a forest. The other, on the right, is straight, made of stone, and leads to a gleaming castle. Which way do you go?
- The castle. I prefer solitude to crowds, but… there’s no way I’m going back into the forest. Any forest. I don’t know who will find me. I’m not taking any risks.
As you take a step to the chosen path, both of them vanish. Instead, you're in a battlefield filled with dead bodies. You're starved, but there is no food to eat. Do you resort to cannibalism?
- Ugh. What kind of question is that? I’d rather starve than eat rotting flesh. What the hell kind of game is this?
As soon as you decide, you see motion in the corner of your eye and your hunger is gone. A figure rises up from the dead! Around you, there is a fallen sword, a crossbow with one arrow loaded, and a club. Also, there seems to be a path between the bodies, leading away. What do you do?
- I chop its limbs off with the sword, of course. I’m not afraid to get close to it. I have some skills with a blade, anyway. I wouldn’t know what to do with the crossbow, and I don’t have enough brute strength for a club. And the path? Why would I run away from danger? I’m not running anymore. I fight.
You hear a sound and turn around to see a book on a table. You walk towards it, and open the cover. Flipping through the pages, you see it is every event that happened in your life. What is your saddest memory, and your happiest?
- My saddest memory? Why do I have to… fine. You win. I’ll say it. It was my first, and only, kiss. I thought I loved her, probably. After that, she called me… all kinds of disgusting names, things you’ve never heard. That was years ago, but thinking about it even now feels like… I’m not crying, seriously. I’m not.
My happiest memory was my first flight. Hah, I still remember it even now. Obviously Fae can’t actually fly for any extended amount of time, but fluttering several inches above the ground was wonderful. I was still young enough to find joy in the world and to feel pride from the gazes of my parents. That was a long time ago.
You close the book and for the first time, notice the title. What is the title of the book?
- The Road Less Traveled.
A glass container appears before you. From the markings along one side, you can see that the liquid inside reaches the halfway point. You are then asked to determine how you see the glass.
- It’s a glass. What else do you need to know about it? What, is this some kind of poorly set up psychological test? Screw that.
In the blink of an eye, a dragon stands before you, looking angry and ferocious as ever, while behind you is the person you care for the most. Who is it?
- It’s funny… I never thought this would be the answer, but it’s Lue. Even if she tried to kill me, I still see her as my best friend. Or I would, if I’d seen her in the past several years. So I suppose it’s her there. I see it all as a betrayal, but it wasn’t really her fault. The whole village was out for me. She was swept up in it all. She wouldn’t really want to… kill me. Right?
Two other things also appear on opposite far ends of the room; a sword and a shield. If you move for one of them, you won't have time to save the person behind you, but you will save yourself. What do you do?
- I save myself. I’ve learned the hard way that trying to help others won’t get you far in life. I may care about Lue, but I’ve already left her once. I can do it again.
The scene disappears and instead the mannequin you constructed in like of yourself earlier approaches you and says in the same, robotic voice, "Please wait while the higher-ups determine whether or not you are allowed to enter Finalu."
FULL NAME --- Ryzia Linnen
BIRTHDATE/AGE --- Nineteen/19, born in Winter.
GENDER --- Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION --- Lesbian
SPECIES --- Fae
OCCUPATION --- Painter, selling her work at markets.
YOUR ALIAS --- Shia aka shushnow
OTHER CHARACTERS --- Kaim Starkhani
OTHER --- Hi.
And in chorus, we learn how to read music. What about you?
But yeah, working on the missing location pictures. <3