|
Welcome to Pokemon Kingdoms!
|
Season
Winter
Weather
The first great snowfall of a few days prior has coated the lands in a shining white that many would say is beauty embodied. The trees glimmer and chime with ice on their branches, and the evergreens are more vibrant and lively looking than at any other time in the year. The skies are cloudless, and with nothing to insulate the earth, temperatures drop low enough to be dangerous for long amounts of exposure at night.
Announcements
The Battle in Belfhaste Harbor is about to commence; all interested parties should report post-haste
The ice that has taken over the water has finally begun to thin; once it has melted entirely, normal naval activity can resume, as most ships are incapable of traversing such dangerous obstacles as enormous hull-piercing shards of ice. Most ships...
Battles
Belfhaste - Ongoing
Recent Deaths
---
|
|
|
| We hope you enjoy your visit.
You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.
Join our community!
If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:
|
|
Artica Chartuex
|
|
Topic Started: May 5 2008, 12:46 AM (385 Views)
|
|
Pocky
|
May 5 2008, 12:46 AM
Post #1
|
- Posts:
- 22
- Group:
- Caledonian
- Member
- #15
- Joined:
- January 31, 2008
|
((Wow, I'd say that this is totally overdue neh? Based upon my date of joining at least XD))
Name: Artica Chartuex
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Country: Caledonia
Class: Vigilante
Liege: (For Vassals only)
Starting Town: Ferndown
Chosen Weapon: Wooden Bladed Staff
Appearance: 
Never forget what a person looks like. Whether they help or hinder you, you should always keep a clear, untouched picture of them in your head. Leave no detail undone, and include everything you know about them as well. Knowledge can be a great power.
Personality: Still being young and growing, Artica has remained with her childlike innocence. Although, age has caught up with the young woman, and maturity has sprouted from the pure innocence that she had as a child, but there is still some left in that sixteen year old body.
However, just because she is young and still somewhat innocent does not mean that she is naive and stupid. The teachings of her grandfather are what Artica lives by. The morals, the sayings, the reasons to live and have a long full life. It is almost like her bible, and some of his wisdom tells her to not always be so childish. Though as a child it was hard to see, but as an older blossoming teenager, she clearly has a good head on her shoulders. Resourceful in life, yet tactical in battle and combat, Artica should not always be messed around with despite her small stature and inexperience.
However, under recent events, gaining Artica's trust might be more hard now than it ever was before. With new revelations about her past and origins, the girl is trending carefully on which humans to trust, considering that any one of the people that she might meet may treat her harshly. So far, now the only being that she will trust beyond anything will be the shrouded Pokemon her grandfather kept.
Trust.... It is a great, complicated thing. To trust someone can mean so much. It may mean that you care for their sakes, that you wish to take care of them, or of their possessions. It make also mean that you depend on them, but that itself can be seen as a liability or an asset. Trust, is one of life's most greatest, most powerful and most cunning of concepts.
Biography: Though she has lived a relatively normal happy life, Artica's true past and origins had always been a mystery to herself. She grew up from just an underweight, but healthy baby on a farm-like property outisde of Ferndown with a man that she knew and believed to be her grandfather. Never before in her life had this child ever seen the sight of her true parents, and for good reasons too. It seemed that some seventeen years ago, a young noble already wed and supposedly happy, impregnated a young women he happened to meet at a market in a small village near the farm. This little scandalous act caused an uproar when the woman, an attractive handmaid, was found to be carrying an illegitamate child of noble blood. Within the nobleman's family and counsel that overlooked the village, their were talks of beheading the poor carrying woman, resulting in the death of her child as well. But somehow, in some way, the woman found out. Whether it was through the nobleman himself, or just a contact that cared for their well-being, the truth will never truly be known. But that woman fled to the countryside and her father's old hut of house, to where she thought that it would be safe to bring a child that many thought was not right for this world, into this world.
And that was how she was born. And within that hut she grew, knowing only that one place, the nearest town and the beauty of the scenery that surrounded her home. But never before knowing her parents. Because just twenty full days after a bloody childbirth on that hay strewn bed, the woman left the house with not a word, a peep, or a note as to where she went or why even. All that was left behind was the open door inviting the chilly air into the house.
Artica, that would be her name.
And so, the old man, who worked as a local blacksmith for many inhabitants of the towns in that area, took in the young girl and raised her as his own. He taught her many a great things, including the mysterious Pokemon, how to be a good student and cook, the tales of the surrounding mountains and forests nearby. Everything that the naive and young child learned was from his lips and mind, and everything she took in Artica loved with an innocent delight.
Never once had he ever told the growing teen of her origins, or her mother and her flight to save her child as he thought it may crush the white haired girl's outlook upon her life. He knew that his pretty young daughter fled to some unknown land where no one would find her, and for years there had been very little to no word about that certain nobleman.
So over the years, the two inhabitants grew. The young Artica into a fruitful young woman, and the old grandfather into a frail and blind man who depended on his own charge to take care of him.
Age distorts many things. It can make one wiser and stronger than they could ever imagine. Or it can make even the most independant of people need help and assistance. Age also brings happiness, and it can also take it away and replace it with something far worse. It can create beauty and history and legends, and it can create horrors and worries.... And secrets.....
RP Sample: Golden swollen eyes looked at the scene in front of her face. Streams of tears stained the tanned skin of her cheeks and fell into the fabric that covered her lap. Artica's small hands shook as they grasped those of another, a bed-ridden old man. His sweet smile that he gave her every few moments put a smile on the girl's face as she whispered sweet nothings to him. He needed to know she was here since he could not rely on his clouded blind eyes.
The white haired girl tugged on his hand as she brought it up to her forehead and closed her eyes. She knew that at any point this day, this moment, would come, but she wished it hadn't. Artica felt as if she wasn't ready to let go, wasn't ready to really go out on her own. She was still young, still foolish. There were so many things she didn't understand or know about or...
"A'tee..." came the struggling gasping voice of the man beisde her, the one that raised her since she was an infant. Her eyes shot open, unleashing more rivers of wet tears as they turned wide eyed to the man. His hand groped around until she snuggled her face into it, letting him know that she was still there for him, slowly watching him fade away. "Ree," he muttered again as she leaned in close to listen, "You a good chil' A'tica. I had a g'eat pleasu're 'aising you. But you should know, you we'e ne'er mine."
"Yes." Her voice was barely audiable but she put it in his ear so that he could hear her. But the response only made the smile on his wrinkled face a little broader.
"I know that you know. But you don' know where exactly you came f'om." His eyes squinted at that point bring out unshed tears that were held inside for sixteen years. "But, don hate you'self with what I'm abou' to tell you. Ever. You we'e the illegitamate child of a noble. Though you can tell that the noble wasn' on ou' side." At that last comment, a soft chuckle broke through his laboured breathing, as if to lighten the mood.
But it had the reverse effect on the listener, and for once she was glad that old age had robbed her grandfather of his sight. A fear striken look swept across her face as her skin tone went many shades lighter than normal, almost making her fair hair darker in contrast. Artica had suspected that before. The thought was always in her mind. But to hear, to listen and be told by the one person she absolutely trusted with her life tell her that, shattered almost every happy thought within her very being.
A silent few moments between the two of them brought the girl back to reality. Illegitamacy. It was a term, a derogatory term, that Artica used to hear whenever they travelled into the village heartland. They were looked down upon these kinds of people. Scoffed at. Spit on. The actions of the 'normal' poisoned the illegitamates' minds, making them just as disgusted at themselves as the others. Some, Artica even knew, found that life was by no means worth living when being treated that way.
But her life wa never like that. Artica hardly ever came across discrimation like that, and because of her age, and the fact that her caregiver was a well known blacksmith in the area, she barely received any ill will that was caused by another. Living here with this man, who always showed kindness to her even when she once broke a special Pokeorb, was like a blessing. She lived a simple uneventful, normal lifestyle in an unpoisoned environment. Her golden eyes gleamed with a new revelation; she could not be mad at him for telling her the truth.
His dark foggy eyes began to close as she kissed the frail hands and then bent over from her kneeling position on the floor to proceed to kiss his forehead. His body, all of it was tired, as she watching the visual orbs hide behind their lids for the last time. "Thank be to you. Good re'st, dear warrior."
Her knees buckled under her as she wept upon his still chest on the small hay bed. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The point of the shovel dug into the overturned earth as the owner leaned on its shaft. It had been a week, a full seven nights since her only family had past away from this earth and it took Artica that long to finally get the deed done and respectfully bury his body. However, it was not as if she had been doing nothing during that time. At first she had to come to terms with the actual passing itself, and then she began to proceed with the treasures and items he left behind for her. Over the course of those days, she adventured around the nearest town, finding potential buyers for the furniture, food, and equipment he felt behind. So far she had been successful, earning herself a small amount of gold for all the sales.
Sighing as she continued to lean and a gentle almost soothing breeze wafted over her and her sweat sticky hair, Artica looked toward the property with longing. She manged to sell that too. Thank the gods above that her grandfather was rather liked and well known in the areas, or else finding and persuading people to buy what was left may have been difficult. But it was a close friend who was interested in the property and promised that he would take good care of it while she travelled.
"Trave'ling," that word was still new to her. The girl never before ever went very far in this country, and never heard of the other places that she could go to in Caledonia. As a child, she dreamt of becoming some warrior knight who would fight for their liege and save the damsal in distress. Or in her case, a prince that was captured. Those dreams often did involve an amount of travelling, but they were only dreams, and whenever she would wake up, Artica would always be back home in bed.
But now this was different. This was no dream, and there was no captured prince to save, nor any pieces of mail to wear for protection. No. Instead this was livelihood, her way to make a life for her that would defy everyone's expections of an illegitamate child. This would be a big chance.
Coming in from the breezy outdoors and into what was left of her little hut of a home, the shine of one item caught the iris of her eyes as she was putting away the shovel. A Pokeorb, bright and clean of the dust that was once on it, lay on the hay bed that was still there. That was something that she did not and could not have sold. A note that she later found next to the spherical item told her that this would be Artica's had anything happened to her grandfather, and the girl assumed death would qualify. Among the filled and unknown orb were many other items, including a travelling satchel to carry them all in and a staff with a cloth tied around the blade for protection. The weapon was one that Artica had seen before, but never tested with since she was always warned about it's magical properties in the form of tall tales and stories that her grandfather told her. Such a heirloom and a true treasure, she could not bare to sell it away to someone who make never make true use of it. Though her own weapon mastery skills were far too low to use it correctly currently, there was no harm in taking it with her being.
Stuffing the items inside the satchel and grasping the staff in one hand, she placed a brown cloak upon her shoulders for warmth as she took one more look inside the hut at the door. "Good bye, deares' grandfa'her."
|
..:The Artic Wind || Charges Right Past:.. Artica's Profile || Artica's Journey
 Evadne Lv 5
<a href="http://www.pokeplushies.com/feed/348820"><img src="http://www.pokeplushies.com/images/adoptables/348820.gif" border="0"><br>Click here to feed me a Rare Candy!</a><br><a href="http://www.pokeplushies.com">Get your own at PokePlushies!</a>
|
| |
|
Alexiel Shinteiv
|
May 5 2008, 06:45 PM
Post #2
|
- Posts:
- 2,120
- Group:
- Sovereign
- Member
- #1
- Joined:
- January 23, 2008
- Class
- Vassal (Page)
- Level
- 02
|
Wow, this is definitely an impressive sign-up! And gotta love the Sky Lounge Garden character art, nice choice, haha. You get an immediate 600 gold for the sign-up and one of the following Pokemon!
Chikorita Cubone Shinx
Pick a Pokemon, a gender, a nickname (if you'd like), and two egg moves for it to know right off, and Enrua or myself'll get right back to you! Remember, a Pokemon automatically knows all learnable TMs of its primary type.
|
| Alexiel Shinteiv |
|---|
| Profile | Story |
 Aegis Lvl 07 |
 Adgir Lvl 07 |
 Celsius Lvl 07 |
 Fenrir Lvl 10 |
 Tizona Lvl 06 |
 Unknown |
A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
|
| |
|
Pocky
|
May 5 2008, 08:23 PM
Post #3
|
- Posts:
- 22
- Group:
- Caledonian
- Member
- #15
- Joined:
- January 31, 2008
|
*goggle eyed at the amount of money* Wow, I've never gotten something like that before. Thank you very kind sir, er, ma'm. o.O *bows anyways*
Anyways, I'm still all "zomg Chikorita *glompclings*" like mad. But despite it's rarity, I do want to keep the position of a grass type *plots plots plots* But after I relied on the RNG to decide for me, and ultimately agreeing with it in it's choice's super awesomeness.
Thus, I shall choose Shinx, a female one with the nickname of Evadne and the two egg moves shall be Fire Fang and Quick Attack.
*bows again* Thanks. ^^
Oh and as for the character art, I don't know what Sky Lounge Garden actually is. I just found it on Photobucket and fell in love with the design. ^^;;;
|
..:The Artic Wind || Charges Right Past:.. Artica's Profile || Artica's Journey
 Evadne Lv 5
<a href="http://www.pokeplushies.com/feed/348820"><img src="http://www.pokeplushies.com/images/adoptables/348820.gif" border="0"><br>Click here to feed me a Rare Candy!</a><br><a href="http://www.pokeplushies.com">Get your own at PokePlushies!</a>
|
| |
|
Alexiel Shinteiv
|
May 5 2008, 09:12 PM
Post #4
|
- Posts:
- 2,120
- Group:
- Sovereign
- Member
- #1
- Joined:
- January 23, 2008
- Class
- Vassal (Page)
- Level
- 02
|
With this, your sign-up is complete, and succesful. Please wait while an administrator sets up your profile, changes your permission mask, and starts your journey in the appropriate city. Please add a link to your profile and your story in your signature before posting.
Good luck!
|
| Alexiel Shinteiv |
|---|
| Profile | Story |
 Aegis Lvl 07 |
 Adgir Lvl 07 |
 Celsius Lvl 07 |
 Fenrir Lvl 10 |
 Tizona Lvl 06 |
 Unknown |
A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
|
| |
Affiliates
 
|