Initial Creation & First Life As Mhin (Female Human). RP Location:Sunlay (IGT:5th Moon) | +
Stahlern did not begin as one born unto the material plane. Nor did he begin as a spiritual creature of low standard. In days only considerable as lore to the eyes and ears of man he was born as spirit by means of physical labor. Under the works as a blacksmith. The man held little fortune making no more then farming instruments and tools of others trades but an idea did strike him to make a sword. Some speculate that his reason for making it was to change his trade to an arms maker. Some believe he simply wanted a blade to honor his household. The answer however could not be known by any but him.
Years did he pour into his craft, his blade. Binding into it his heart and soul every time he began to temper it and every new material meant to detail it to a fine quality like a noble's craft. Golds lined with silver, silvers lined with jewel, some called him mad for giving up what little fortune he had to craft the weapon but it is sometimes the misguided who are rewarded. On the fourth year of it's craft during the 5th cycle of Sunlay's moon a spirit was born. A spirit of metal that burned with a fiery passion but remained cool and collected as the passing rivers.
At first the spirit did not speak but it did watch. It watched as the blacksmith cared for the sword that was his vassal. Watching as the blacksmith showed it love as though it was a child. It would take weeks before the spirit could find the strength to speak. How deep the shock of this humble blacksmith's work when voices weaved into his mind. However, what more could be done? The man believed himself insane just as his neighbors described. Crazy perhaps but the voice was a reality that others quickly knew when they too were spoken to. The blacksmith's passion truly did create life in a weapon.
The relationship of the spirit and the blacksmith remained for what could of been deemed as an eternity. Strong of body and mind the blacksmith lived for thirty seven years after the spirit first began speaking. The blacksmith learned well to rely on his spirit blade but he forgot to care for the weapon itself and that was what stopped him from living even longer. This was for the fact that in the dead of night a man after the weapon approached the scene. However all it took was a normal, basic shortsword to snap the spirit sword in half. The spirit would be without it's home, nor it's master only forty one years into it's existence.
The spirit had nothing but interest in the arts of metal, being a spirit of a sword that was destroyed the spirit would hop from item to item. Sometimes gold amulets, steel plated armor, swords of similarity to it's old one. But no place was it's new home. How it couldn't help but wander, though it did make it a point to remain around other smithies for the bulk of it's time save for when it traveled between towns through trader's gear or the intricate carriage metal hinges of noble travelers. Through all this time however the spirit studied the metal it inhabited and methods of the smiths. This lasted easily thirty eight years
Without a body however to permanently retain it's interests the spirit would adapt some slightly quirky emotions. Emotions that could be sensed long ago of the blacksmith that it would not understand until feeling them itself. Feelings for her. Upon it's travel did it come unto a land far in the farming districts of Yhvme and there did it see the girl by the name of Vikki (Possibly 1k rather 2). Vikki was 15 years of age, a woman to be in the deepest of trouble in the alleyway. Holding no more then a dagger against three offenders she shivered and quivered, breaking as she shook.
But the metal dagger was more then enough. Three men thinking to take advantage of a young girl were nothing to a spirit weapon and when the spirit took to the blade it's size would grow. Light as a feather with the length of a claymore, a spirit to aid in it's sway Vikki was given a chance. A chance to survive and survive she did. It was the action after that the spirit was given something enough to feel it's emotion for Vikki. So many years had passed without it. Even the blacksmith, it's maker barely remembered to. Vikki gave the spirit thanks.
Oh how they talked. Talking and talking, and before long becoming deeper and deeper friends. Without even realizing it years passed and Vikki found herself longing for love. The spirit could not be her lover and it knew this to be fact, but it did know people well enough by this point, and thus it left to find the perfect mate. But how stubborn he was to follow the spirit to a random place without reason. Thus the spirit tried something new. To possess something other then metal. Oh the sensations to be had at that moment. The spirit was almost driven mad by it all.
The sound of his heartbeat by ears able to hear clear as day. Visions of colors beyond his own comprehension. The flavor of his own saliva without knowledge of what it even was. A sense of moisture from the sweat of his forearm. It all hit at once and he almost couldn't bring himself to become an it again and leave the man's body. However Vikki meant more to him then anything and thus did he go to her. Very slowly...Not knowing how to walk, use one's arms, or even turn one's head made it a bit difficult and in the end the spirit was lucky to bring the man even to a crawl before her feet.
Once they separated it was love at first sight, after the shock from the man's possession passed. He held a slight grudge against the spirit for it but it ultimately did not last longer then a month. When Vikki learned however of the possession she herself was hatching a plan. Five months in they were already deep in the relationship and Vikki found herself well into baring a child. She in her own way loved the spirit however for all it had done and thus she did something no mother could find reasonable. She offered the body of her unborn to the spirit...
To be human? To be given a chance at an actual life? The temptation was too much and eagerly...Happily...The spirit would accept, entering the womb of Vikki to take place of the child's spirit before the child's spirit could truly begin to form. But this commitment held costs. The spirit found itself locked away in darkness for the remainder of that time. Warmth with muffled sounds beyond it but never the less darkness. Further with an underdeveloped mind the spirit found it's mind going. It's memories disappearing..
When Mhin, child of Vikki was born it acted near the same as any child would. Weak, clueless, crying and without comprehension of the world. Vikki and Gjorn both realized something was wrong but never the less loved Mhin as their own, raising her to many things. Mhin learned to cook with her mother, cleaning being important as well yet an untaught lesson was known. Mhin would often care for the metal tools of Gjorn's trade with treated lard to improve their lifespan. Vikki and Gjorn knew their spirit friend was still there. No seer could see second or possessing spirits however. Only the spirit was in the body, memoryless.
It was Mhin's eighth birthday. A birthday that she would not forget for on that day Gjorn offered to her a thing that she would forever remember. An amulet. It was a simple jewel poorly carved on a line of string, but even so Mhin wore it with pride. However the true reason for this amulet was it's enchantment. Slowly the spirit's memories would return. An amulet of memories. By Mhin's tenth birthday she would remember it all. She was a spirit. But even so she loved her mother and father dearly. They changed slightly but only just to treat her as a more knowledgeable child then if they were without.
With her memories she gained many new tricks as well. The power to manipulate metal which Mhin used often with minor products. One of the things she was best at wielding being 'As strange as it may be' needles. By the age of fifteen she was an accomplished tailor and one who was making goods fine enough for Vikki and Gjorn to slack in their work and offer to Mhin more time together. Mhin adored every second and by the time she reached the age of twenty three she was setting out from home yet remaining in the village to be forever close to her parents.
The village quickly boomed into a town thanks to her craft, attracting nobles and peasants alike. The flying needle act made others sway with interest in her art but never was her heart swayed as others entered her life. Man after man hoped to take her. Many women in general hoped to break her. But neither ever made her stop loving her first love. The love she had before they became her mother. Vikki.
Her thirties held nothing of significant interest as she always kept to her crafts and her parents but by her forties she was given pain. As a spirit she barely knew heartbreak. As a girl she never had it till the age of forty two. Illness took to the land and with it did it take her mother, and in that same night her father. Both buried by Mhin in the end. It was agonizing to lose their warmth yet to her misfortunes their spirits lingered for her.
When Vikki and Gjorn's spirits remained Mhin was at first happy, always speaking with them, watching with them with the eyes to see those of her old existence, but this only lasted for ten months. She would lose her parents twice at the age of forty three when a spirit eater entered the scene. Mhin saw it there, a creature of her plane. Her realm that tore into Vikki and Gjorn alike with hopes for an easy meal. Mhin wouldn't allow it to be easy as she attacked the beast...Only to fail.
Mhin was of the material plane, not the spiritual plane. She could only thrash through the air as the devouring entity partook of Vikki and Gjorn before Mhin's very eyes. Nothing would be the same for Mhin from that point on. She no longer felt joy as she sewed. She no longer felt happiness with the smiles of others. She just felt pain. Pain she was not naturally equipped to cope with. She couldn't bring herself to for nine years and for those nine years her works became intricate and defined but for those nine years all the same she lost all hope. At the age of fifty two she would pass.
Second life as Vix the Pirate Queen/Claimed Goddess of the Sea (Female Generous/Winged human) RP Location: Sea Kiln | +
Losing her body and losing her will she retained herself as a spirit. The spirit of a girl. A spirit of something familiar to her. A young child to those who could see the realm of spirit Mhin became a trickster of sorts. Perhaps out of a slight bit of spite or anger out of losing her parents she would always be a child so far as she cared to know. She remembered her times as a sword spirit but Vikki was the memory that was strongest in her mind. The times they shared. The meeting between her and Gjorn. But now it was all for naught.
Even without her physical heart the pain remained and in the end her old habits took place off and on, studying metal and sometimes possessing items to improve their quality without the knowledge of those that owned them. Cheap blades would find themselves forged to noble quality in lingering stalls, jewelry would gain a new sheen, and even kitchen utensils long since worn would gain the edge to cut deep with the greatest of ease.
Despite these good deeds the whimsy of Mhin also held poor. Trickery became a game of entertainment and despite her care for metal material mankind was not so well treated. Sometimes she would whisper the marks of temptation to others, leading them to caves and ultimately to their deaths. Other times she would lead them to accidents or to perform actions without daring to take their form and possessing them to do so. But the world. The world that once held Vikki in it became too much for Mhin to bare.
Within the spiritual plane she retreated and crossed a gap she never knew to be. Casting off memory of the old world she would find another. Sea Kiln. A planet known for the vast seas and the various islands that dotted them. In this land the Generous, a species of humans with wings of brown and gold were famed but rare all the same. Humans known as Jinny existed and peculiar golems called Torvek also found refuge on the land. Here Mihn found new metals to understand such as Mithril and the Crystal Bone which was a strange sea metal that grew. For sixty three years she studied the metal as before and studied the arts of the land.
However on precisely the two hundredth year of her existence Mhin believed it to be time to move on. But she felt little love for people. Little care to know them. Finding a Generous with unborn settled in their womb Mhin would take the body without their knowing. How she remembered her Vikki of those many months of darkness, often trying to imagine the beating hearts of the woman as Vikki's one heart. It was such a difficulty with so many beating sounds off rythme but there were times that Mhin was able to trick herself for it.
Before her two hundred and first year of existence she was born back into the world with a new birthday to be had. She played the role of the perfect daughter for her mother and father yet cared nothing for them, seeing only Vikki and Gjorn in their eyes. She practically skimmed through the years. Tenth birthday she remembered her amulet from long ago. Fifteenth birthday she felt desire again for the memory long past. The desire for Vikki to be near once more. But never did she let onto her pain, yet in ways the mother always knew it to be there.
By her eighteenth birthday she left her home without any warning or reason. She left and entered a life on the waters where she let her true nature soar. Power over metal remained and with it she'd pull ships so they could cut through waters in even storms, cannon-fire meant nothing for each were made of iron and easily swayed away from her ship. By the age of twenty she went from ship sailor to a full fledged pirate. It would not take her long either. By the age of twenty one, but a single year before her name was known. She refused her birth name and called herself Vix after her beloved mother Vikki.
A ship of steel, weapons that could grapple and tear without any cannons to be seen. Lacking any crew she was quickly known as the sea god, a single person who could destroy fleets at her leisure. Yipin, Red John, Ridgit. Those who thought to challenge her fell one after another, sent to sea. She felt invincible even as two more names were added to the list. Talon and Terrin. The ones who were her mother and father. No emotion was had as she displayed the entrails of her fallen parents across the deck of her own ship, her first parents the only she cared to love.
That's when he entered her life as she turned to the age of twenty five, years without communications with others. Roji. A mere human was someone capable of putting her on her toes. He arrived not in fleet nor did he bare a ship of size. Instead he approached her ship on a dingy made purely of something interesting. Condensed Glass. Looking over the edge she saw Roji laying on the ship as though it was not there, his body seeming just that. A body in the water. Surely the waves simply pushing it closer and closer.
She paid him no mind beyond that and returned to her deck, the man soon enough reaching the boat and abandoning his ship, climbing it with magnet filled gloves and boots. The man was wise and willing to study her. He did not attack with power. He did not attack with blade. He stood upon the deck of her ship and in silence approached. When Vix turned around and looked upon him she was met with an attack she did not understand. A bouquet. Staring at the bundle of flowers she was in shock, unsure what it was about she didn't know how to react.
It was not a sword. The scent of the roses drifted and caused her to wonder for all she could remember was the stinging salty sea that tore through her nose. Sweet. Soft on her senses. Her hands would take them, her face buried into them with wonder. She would not say a word to Roji. Nor would Roji say a word to her. Instead he'd just give her the kindest smile and enter her ship even without her say. The man's actions warranted death. The man's ignorance warranted punishment. But holding to the bundle of roses she couldn't think to. Entering the ship herself she would enter her room, locking it and falling to rest as Roji slept in the hall.
The next day she did not say a word. She awoke, left her room, walked past Roji with the bouquet at hand, smashed slightly from her tossing and turning, and with it she stood on her deck again. He would awaken an hour later, gathering food from her stock and joining her on the deck simply to watch. Watching as she went about her business. Her trade. The ship moving without sail and ripping through waters, grappling hooks moving on their own to cling to a vessel, chains tearing at the masts without any hands laid upon them. But Roji did not stop smiling. Vix did not stop scowling. Nothing changed of the same old same old.
Weeks would pass, before she would speak again. She asked simply of Roji their name. Answered she replied with her claimed name as Vix. Roji showed patience none could know. The man fascinated by Vix and Vix slowly opening again to the idea of people. Roji who was but a man. As a Generous it was not unheard of for them to wed with Jinny, nor was it unheard of for them to bed with Jinny. By the age of twenty six he finally broke her down and with simple silence entered her heart. Their conversations took place and within another year were they wedded. They claimed an island as their own and before long it became a fortress deemed impenetrable by any. Even Generous could not fly their way in.
The Pirate God Vix became news, and only then did they realize her to be a Goddess instead. A female. Soon their thought of her as a goddess faltered when Roji and Vix became known as the Pirate King and Queen. Fleets organized under their banner, islands fell to chaos as they sided to their aid or were taken by force. Without warning a quarter of the world of Sea Kiln became their property. On her thirtieth birthday Vix would become something she never foresaw however to be. She would become just like Vikki. She would become a mother. They named him Gjorin. Roji would not know why but it was a name that Vix held dearly by her father Gjorn from her last life.
She played the role of a mother and she played it for the longest time. Some thought she played it well and at thirty seven her seven year old son showed signs of acquiring a weak version of Vix's metal magic. Joy was had both for his ability to make him into a fine fighter and indeed a fine young man. At the age of eighteen his power was enough to head out without fear, becoming the prince of the sea who could hold his own with the very same ship that Vix used so long ago. Being forty eight herself Vix was becoming a little old but she was able to do well with keeping track of her son even from afar.
There was ten years of pure prosperity before someone followed the path of Roji. Someone boarded the vessel of Gjorin. A woman who sought to repeat history and indeed sought Gjorin. Gjorin was quick to bring her into the fort and within a year the two of them too were wed with the same fate as Roji and Vix. Being fifty nine she felt pride in her son. The true intention of the woman however was not for love. Faei. It would be the name of their destruction. Things went so well. Laughter and joy. And the wedding would take place with the family gathered on the outlaying islands. Sandy beaches, they would arrive on a wooden vessel and drop off on land. Roji, Vix, Gjorin, Faei, and several men who each felt bonds with the family. Entering the deeper section of the island they would prepare the land for the wedding.
But they would not make it. An ambush was awaiting on that land and dared to challenge them, Faei the master to make such a situation come to pass. Quickly the several men accompanying Roji, Vix, and Gjorin were felled and only they remained. Some feared them but there was an issue. Roji rode on the tailcoats of Vix's power and Gjorin's best talents in the fights used those same talents. There was trees, sands, deep deep quarries of pure stone and cobble, and a wood ship. There was no metal to be found and even the weapons brought were wooden clubs and glass blades. History truly would repeat itself. Faei prepared the scene but another entity aided in it all. The shadowy figure of a souleater. To her fortunes not the same as the one who devoured Vikki and Gjorn. But the once made goddess of sea would watch as Roji and Gjorin were killed and ultimately devoured.
She too would have her throat slit and left at the mercy at the soul eater, but there was one issue to be had on it's end. It was true that she had no power with no metal there. But she was still a two hundred and fifty one year old spirit, and with that age came strength. The soul eater would be shredded and Faei would be haunted for the next forty eight years. After forty eight years Faei would commit suicide and be overtaken, and then devoured by Vix. The woman would forever suffer her sin as one with Vix. There was no option to be had for her all the same, but with that she knew what she had to do what she felt to be right. Metal was not enough.
As a spirit she would enter the next planes. She would turn unto Fire for fifty straight years and after turn to Water for fifty more years. The flames were interesting to study and trying to manipulate them was a difficulty. However she turned to eating other spirits of the planes to improve her chances of it. Before long she found one spirit that gave her just the right boon. She would devour and become one with a kitsune spirit. A kitsune that greatly improved her magic capacity.
Third Life as Wrath (Male Dragon) Nameless World | +
Vikki. Gjorn. Roji. Gjorin. Pain. She now knew the arts of fire and the arts of water. Vik knew the power of destruction and with the new arts the art of creation. Forging the finest metal she became a magic wielder of fair value in the spirit realm, but Sea Kiln held nothing for her anymore. She would move on to the next land. A world with no name (Nameless RP Forum) A world of dragons and giants, demons and diseased creatures such as were beasts and vampires. She would take one body and indeed it was one of silence. She refused to listen to the beat of the hearts and thus she took the body of a dragon. The unborn found within the egg. Rather then simply replacing the soul however she would wait half it's incubation time of one year for it to begin to forge and just as she had with the kitsune she would become one with the dragon to improve the limits of her spirit and future bodies.
Equally did she take a body and become a He. A male dragon that would hatch within the next year, and then would he find something of a cruel fate. Dragon's desire...Dragon's ferocity...Worse the Dragon's memories. Hatched his mind was flooded with knowledge that was not his own. The knowledge of an six hundred year old female dragon and knowledge of an twelve hundred year old male dragon would all become his at once. Knowledge of war, knowledge of combat, knowledge of the land, knowledge of it's people, knowledge of magic. Without even knowing the limit He would learn earth magic without ever studying it. Wrath. He refused any other name and took it up as his own.
His mother and father cared little. One born of forty children they didn't have the time to worry about each of their actions or manners. Without much warning he took to living his life and by the age of thirty he was already out in the fields of war. As a dragon he found strength he did not know. Magic that was enough to wreck havoc across the grounds. Fires erupted from shattering earth as water poured from the mountains and weapons of his enemies always missed their mark. Wrath was quickly taking on soldier after soldier, troop after troop. Vampires burned, werewolves drowned, even fellow dragons buried in meshes of steel and earth. Wrath held true to his name for any battle he partook of without any desire to let others near.
By the age of eighty four however many took down the one called wrath. He lived a hollow life focused only on battle and hate. With little story of others. Few fought by his side but always he'd turn on them in the end and that was indeed his downfall. But spiritually fused with a dragon he retained his lust for treasure, battle, and his grudge. And in silence he'd take twenty one years in the spiritual plane to revise the eighteen hundred years of gained knowledge. From the spiritual plane he'd also contribute a hundred years to the study of wind and sound for it was the arrow of wood that felled him silently in the end. He would learn to divert it and hear much better the next time...
Statistics: Posted by kikimono — Tue Oct 14, 2014 2:28 pm