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2016-07-22T19:51:56Z

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Caidie

2016-04-01T16:26:11Z

POCKY:

{{PC
|name=Caidie Sanaulis
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Barbarian
|instance=prime
|relat=Buuwl, Uritel, Riverlynn
}}

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 ''"I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin."''   

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== '''''Description''''' ==
You see Everlasting Caidie Sanaulis, Intolerant of Elanthia, an Elven Barbarian.[[File:caidiemay2.jpg|right|250px]]

She has pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a freckled nose. Her raven black hair is waist length and a mass of misbehaving curls, and is worn untamed. 
She has fair skin and a lithe figure. 
She is tiny for an Elf. 
She has a pair of silversteel-riveted leather goggles resting askew in her hair. 
Her left wrist has a tattoo of a childish Elf dancing amid a field of zombies. 

She is wearing a chubby dragon earcuff with glitter-covered wings, a chakrel Elven tear amulet hung from an antiqued steel chain, a pink and white striped togball jersey with three glittery slashes on the front, a dark e'erdream parry stick covered in sparkling crystals, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a lifesculpted bonding band of intertwined e'erdream and apple wood, some glitter-dotted knickers beautifully embroidered with a bathing Gor'Tog pattern in bright green thread and some white galoshes delicately painted with puddles of pink glitter.

== '''''You Lost?''''' ==

[[File:littlecay.jpg|right|250px]]Finding her way to the sidelines of a Tog-Ball field,
a look of wonder filling her stormy grey eyes, a color so chaotic it felt as though she had a storm alive inside her, the young girl watched as enormous men crashed into each other. She could hear the sound of muscle against muscle, the pounding of flesh upon flesh. Captivated by the sight, she allowed herself to stare. Images began to swirl around inside her mind of herself, clad in a jersey and combat boots, unruly raven colored curls flowing behind her as she ran full force down the field. Lost in a daydream, she didn’t hear as he approached, brought back to the present by a large finger flicking her pointed ears,
''“You lost, Elf?”'' The voice boomed.
Wrinkling her freckled nose she lifted her head to gaze up at the enormous olive-green Barbarian in front of her. She squinted at him as he towered before her, after a pause she said, ''“Maybe...”'' Sooty cheeks flushing with a lovely rose color, was she embarrassed or was it merely cold? She then averted her eyes, gazing off into the distance, although saying nothing the storm inside her eyes began to roll, almost giving away the thoughts stirring inside her mind. Then the storm calmed and decisively she turned on her heels and was off in search of a man named [[Agonar]] Dokona

== '''''Whispers''''' ==

[[File:littlesecret.jpg|right|250px]][[File:bigsecret.jpg|left|250px]]Whirling in a hurricane, they clung to each other.
Physically fragile, delicate in appearance, but their strength was insurmountable.
There was an energy that hummed between them, something secret, something hiding behind their eyes.
It was their eyes, wasn't it?
Causing the very hurricane to which they clung to each other from, or was it for?
That's what happens when a raging storm meets the troubled sea. What fear does the other have of getting wet?
They are able to bend and fold and form to the other's will, all the while remaining exactly themselves.
Sisters by heart.
Two little girls making a home in the shelter of their laughter, their dreams, and unknowingly their fears.
In a world of black and white, they stood beside each other in screaming color, wild hair and sparkling eyes, things would come alive.
Fingers intertwined, inhaling a deep breath they move forward into everything, into nothing, into the unknown.

== '''''Going Green''''' ==

[[File:cayandbuuwl.jpg|right|250px]] He was the color of happy things; spring grass, sweet apples, toads that turn into princes.
He arrived in the mist of festivities, a huge man but a happy and free man.
He was almost something from her dream-
barbarian, chaotic, kind to those she loves.
His sparkling blue eyes, like a secluded lake on a hot summer's day, met hers and they were bound to each other, she may not have known it at the moment,
but they were.
She'd given up on silly little fairy tales and he'd never kissed a rose.
The words he spoke so casually left her thinking it was a joke,
''"Let's get bonded."'' he said in such a tone lacking all inflection of a question.
Laughing freely with her head thrown back, raven curls awaken from their slumber, she nodded emphatically,
''"Okay!!"'' she responded, throwing away what little caution she had.
The sister of her heart produced a dusty rose still sheathed in vivid holy light from inside a cluttered vault, (That may have been bonded to a Rakash Cleric)
He took the leap and kissed the rose and almost as a dare, she kissed it back. The donkey god smiled.
Two wild Barbarians bonded but never more free.

<3

== '''''The way -I- see it..''''' ==

No matter how you see her:: Insane, Mean, Loving, a Bully, Buuwl's wife, River's friend, Kind, Hateful, Generous or Selfish, someone will always see her slightly different. Some even put it on paper, express it in words or even just give her a handsign or a hi5.

[[File:Caidiefinal (1).jpg|thumb|350px|center|Caidie by [[Finnbar]] ]]

> read paper

The paper is painted with: A rainbow of vibrant glitter liberally coats the paper, transforming an elegant ink and paint portrait into a violent explosion of sparkle and shine. Striking a defiant pose, a slender Elven maiden stands tall upon a mountain of defeated stuffed animals and broken tin soldiers. Clasped in her hand is a giant two-handed sword, its hilt shaped like a pair of slumbering rabbits. Garbed in a shimmering togball jersey of glitter and sunshine, a myriad of dainty flowers are strewn across the fabric. Her midnight black hair coils around her body in a wild disarray, liberal highlights of deep blue glitter shimmering in every inky coil. Surrounding the Elven woman is a border of Elven tears blossoms and slender green leaves. Scrawled beneath the portrait is the title: Caidie, as Fierce as she is Lovely. Signed at the bottom is the name [[Sesi]] Hart dotted with a tiny heart.

> read other paper

The paper reads: A large crowd stands in a broken circle right in the middle of the infirmary, looking on at two women in the middle. A beautiful Elf, wild and savage-eyed, has just slapped an old, matronly Empath across the face. A Rakash man nearby is ducking his head, trying to avoid a spray of spittle flying from the gaping mouth of the Empath. What appear to be dead songbirds litter the ground.
Along the bottom of the paper, you notice, Author: [[Maxwelinski]]

Caidie

2016-04-01T16:22:39Z

POCKY:

{{PC
|name=Caidie Sanaulis
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Barbarian
|instance=prime
|relat=Buuwl, Uritel, Riverlynn
}}

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 ''"I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin."''   

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== '''''Description''''' ==
You see Everlasting Caidie Sanaulis, Intolerant of Elanthia, an Elven Barbarian.[[File:caidiemay2.jpg|right|250px]]

She has pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a freckled nose. Her raven black hair is waist length and a mass of misbehaving curls, and is worn untamed. 
She has fair skin and a lithe figure. 
She is tiny for an Elf. 
She has a pair of silversteel-riveted leather goggles resting askew in her hair. 
Her left wrist has a tattoo of a childish Elf dancing amid a field of zombies. 

She is wearing a chubby dragon earcuff with glitter-covered wings, a chakrel Elven tear amulet hung from an antiqued steel chain, a pink and white striped togball jersey with three glittery slashes on the front, a dark e'erdream parry stick covered in sparkling crystals, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a lifesculpted bonding band of intertwined e'erdream and apple wood, some glitter-dotted knickers beautifully embroidered with a bathing Gor'Tog pattern in bright green thread and some white galoshes delicately painted with puddles of pink glitter.

== '''''You Lost?''''' ==

[[File:littlecay.jpg|right|250px]]Finding her way to the sidelines of a Tog-Ball field,
a look of wonder filling her stormy grey eyes, a color so chaotic it felt as though she had a storm alive inside her, the young girl watched as enormous men crashed into each other. She could hear the sound of muscle against muscle, the pounding of flesh upon flesh. Captivated by the sight, she allowed herself to stare. Images began to swirl around inside her mind of herself, clad in a jersey and combat boots, unruly raven colored curls flowing behind her as she ran full force down the field. Lost in a daydream, she didn’t hear as he approached, brought back to the present by a large finger flicking her pointed ears,
''“You lost, Elf?”'' The voice boomed.
Wrinkling her freckled nose she lifted her head to gaze up at the enormous olive-green Barbarian in front of her. She squinted at him as he towered before her, after a pause she said, ''“Maybe...”'' Sooty cheeks flushing with a lovely rose color, was she embarrassed or was it merely cold? She then averted her eyes, gazing off into the distance, although saying nothing the storm inside her eyes began to roll, almost giving away the thoughts stirring inside her mind. Then the storm calmed and decisively she turned on her heels and was off in search of a man named [[Agonar]] Dokona

== '''''Whispers''''' ==

[[File:littlesecret.jpg|right|250px]][[File:bigsecret.jpg|left|250px]]Whirling in a hurricane, they clung to each other.
Physically fragile, delicate in appearance, but their strength was insurmountable.
There was an energy that hummed between them, something secret, something hiding behind their eyes.
It was their eyes, wasn't it?
Causing the very hurricane to which they clung to each other from, or was it for?
That's what happens when a raging storm meets the troubled sea. What fear does the other have of getting wet?
They are able to bend and fold and form to the other's will, all the while remaining exactly themselves.
Sisters by heart.
Two little girls making a home in the shelter of their laughter, their dreams, and unknowingly their fears.
In a world of black and white, they stood beside each other in screaming color, wild hair and sparkling eyes, things would come alive.
Fingers intertwined, inhaling a deep breath they move forward into everything, into nothing, into the unknown.

== '''''Going Green''''' ==

[[File:cayandbuuwl.jpg|right|250px]] He was the color of happy things; spring grass, sweet apples, toads that turn into princes.
He arrived in the mist of festivities, a huge man but a happy and free man.
He was almost something from her dream-
barbarian, chaotic, kind to those she loves.
His sparkling blue eyes, like a secluded lake on a hot summer's day, met hers and they were bound to each other, she may not have known it at the moment,
but they were.
She'd given up on silly little fairy tales and he'd never kissed a rose.
The words he spoke so casually left her thinking it was a joke,
''"Let's get bonded."'' he said in such a tone lacking all inflection of a question.
Laughing freely with her head thrown back, raven curls awaken from their slumber, she nodded emphatically,
''"Okay!!"'' she responded, throwing away what little caution she had.
The sister of her heart produced a dusty rose still sheathed in vivid holy light from inside a cluttered vault, (That may have been bonded to a Rakash Cleric)
He took the leap and kissed the rose and almost as a dare, she kissed it back. The donkey god smiled.
Two wild Barbarians bonded but never more free.

<3

== '''''The way -I- see it..''''' ==

No matter how you see her:: Insane, Mean, Loving, a Bully, Buuwl's wife, River's friend, Kind, Hateful, Generous or Selfish, someone will always see her slightly different. Some even put it on paper, express it in words or even just give her a handsign or a hi5.

> read paper

The paper is painted with: A rainbow of vibrant glitter liberally coats the paper, transforming an elegant ink and paint portrait into a violent explosion of sparkle and shine. Striking a defiant pose, a slender Elven maiden stands tall upon a mountain of defeated stuffed animals and broken tin soldiers. Clasped in her hand is a giant two-handed sword, its hilt shaped like a pair of slumbering rabbits. Garbed in a shimmering togball jersey of glitter and sunshine, a myriad of dainty flowers are strewn across the fabric. Her midnight black hair coils around her body in a wild disarray, liberal highlights of deep blue glitter shimmering in every inky coil. Surrounding the Elven woman is a border of Elven tears blossoms and slender green leaves. Scrawled beneath the portrait is the title: Caidie, as Fierce as she is Lovely. Signed at the bottom is the name [[Sesi]] Hart dotted with a tiny heart.

> read other paper

The paper reads: A large crowd stands in a broken circle right in the middle of the infirmary, looking on at two women in the middle. A beautiful Elf, wild and savage-eyed, has just slapped an old, matronly Empath across the face. A Rakash man nearby is ducking his head, trying to avoid a spray of spittle flying from the gaping mouth of the Empath. What appear to be dead songbirds litter the ground.
Along the bottom of the paper, you notice, Author: [[Maxwelinski]]

[[File:Caidiefinal (1).jpg|thumb|350px|center|Caidie by [[Finnbar]] ]]

Caidie

2016-04-01T16:21:17Z

POCKY:

{{PC
|name=Caidie Sanaulis
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Barbarian
|instance=prime
|relat=Buuwl, Uritel, Riverlynn
}}

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 ''"I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin."''   

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== '''''Description''''' ==
You see Everlasting Caidie Sanaulis, Intolerant of Elanthia, an Elven Barbarian.[[File:caidiemay2.jpg|right|250px]]

She has pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a freckled nose. Her raven black hair is waist length and a mass of misbehaving curls, and is worn untamed. 
She has fair skin and a lithe figure. 
She is tiny for an Elf. 
She has a pair of silversteel-riveted leather goggles resting askew in her hair. 
Her left wrist has a tattoo of a childish Elf dancing amid a field of zombies. 

She is wearing a chubby dragon earcuff with glitter-covered wings, a chakrel Elven tear amulet hung from an antiqued steel chain, a pink and white striped togball jersey with three glittery slashes on the front, a dark e'erdream parry stick covered in sparkling crystals, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a lifesculpted bonding band of intertwined e'erdream and apple wood, some glitter-dotted knickers beautifully embroidered with a bathing Gor'Tog pattern in bright green thread and some white galoshes delicately painted with puddles of pink glitter.

== '''''You Lost?''''' ==

[[File:littlecay.jpg|right|250px]]Finding her way to the sidelines of a Tog-Ball field,
a look of wonder filling her stormy grey eyes, a color so chaotic it felt as though she had a storm alive inside her, the young girl watched as enormous men crashed into each other. She could hear the sound of muscle against muscle, the pounding of flesh upon flesh. Captivated by the sight, she allowed herself to stare. Images began to swirl around inside her mind of herself, clad in a jersey and combat boots, unruly raven colored curls flowing behind her as she ran full force down the field. Lost in a daydream, she didn’t hear as he approached, brought back to the present by a large finger flicking her pointed ears,
''“You lost, Elf?”'' The voice boomed.
Wrinkling her freckled nose she lifted her head to gaze up at the enormous olive-green Barbarian in front of her. She squinted at him as he towered before her, after a pause she said, ''“Maybe...”'' Sooty cheeks flushing with a lovely rose color, was she embarrassed or was it merely cold? She then averted her eyes, gazing off into the distance, although saying nothing the storm inside her eyes began to roll, almost giving away the thoughts stirring inside her mind. Then the storm calmed and decisively she turned on her heels and was off in search of a man named [[Agonar]] Dokona

== '''''Whispers''''' ==

[[File:littlesecret.jpg|right|250px]][[File:bigsecret.jpg|left|250px]]Whirling in a hurricane, they clung to each other.
Physically fragile, delicate in appearance, but their strength was insurmountable.
There was an energy that hummed between them, something secret, something hiding behind their eyes.
It was their eyes, wasn't it?
Causing the very hurricane to which they clung to each other from, or was it for?
That's what happens when a raging storm meets the troubled sea. What fear does the other have of getting wet?
They are able to bend and fold and form to the other's will, all the while remaining exactly themselves.
Sisters by heart.
Two little girls making a home in the shelter of their laughter, their dreams, and unknowingly their fears.
In a world of black and white, they stood beside each other in screaming color, wild hair and sparkling eyes, things would come alive.
Fingers intertwined, inhaling a deep breath they move forward into everything, into nothing, into the unknown.

== '''''Going Green''''' ==

[[File:cayandbuuwl.jpg|right|250px]] He was the color of happy things; spring grass, sweet apples, toads that turn into princes.
He arrived in the mist of festivities, a huge man but a happy and free man.
He was almost something from her dream-
barbarian, chaotic, kind to those she loves.
His sparkling blue eyes, like a secluded lake on a hot summer's day, met hers and they were bound to each other, she may not have known it at the moment,
but they were.
She'd given up on silly little fairy tales and he'd never kissed a rose.
The words he spoke so casually left her thinking it was a joke,
''"Let's get bonded."'' he said in such a tone lacking all inflection of a question.
Laughing freely with her head thrown back, raven curls awaken from their slumber, she nodded emphatically,
''"Okay!!"'' she responded, throwing away what little caution she had.
The sister of her heart produced a dusty rose still sheathed in vivid holy light from inside a cluttered vault, (That may have been bonded to a Rakash Cleric)
He took the leap and kissed the rose and almost as a dare, she kissed it back. The donkey god smiled.
Two wild Barbarians bonded but never more free.

<3

== '''''The way -I- see it..''''' ==

No matter how you see her:: Insane, Mean, Loving, a Bully, Buuwl's wife, River's friend, Kind, Hateful, Generous or Selfish, someone will always see her slightly different. Some even put it on paper, express it in words or even just give her a handsign or a hi5.

> read paper

The paper is painted with: A rainbow of vibrant glitter liberally coats the paper, transforming an elegant ink and paint portrait into a violent explosion of sparkle and shine. Striking a defiant pose, a slender Elven maiden stands tall upon a mountain of defeated stuffed animals and broken tin soldiers. Clasped in her hand is a giant two-handed sword, its hilt shaped like a pair of slumbering rabbits. Garbed in a shimmering togball jersey of glitter and sunshine, a myriad of dainty flowers are strewn across the fabric. Her midnight black hair coils around her body in a wild disarray, liberal highlights of deep blue glitter shimmering in every inky coil. Surrounding the Elven woman is a border of Elven tears blossoms and slender green leaves. Scrawled beneath the portrait is the title: Caidie, as Fierce as she is Lovely. Signed at the bottom is the name Sesi Hart dotted with a tiny heart.

> read other paper

The paper reads: A large crowd stands in a broken circle right in the middle of the infirmary, looking on at two women in the middle. A beautiful Elf, wild and savage-eyed, has just slapped an old, matronly Empath across the face. A Rakash man nearby is ducking his head, trying to avoid a spray of spittle flying from the gaping mouth of the Empath. What appear to be dead songbirds litter the ground.
Along the bottom of the paper, you notice, Author: [[Maxwelinski]]

[[File:Caidiefinal (1).jpg|thumb|350px|center|Caidie by [[Finnbar]] ]]

Maxwelinski

2016-04-01T16:15:26Z

POCKY:

== Description ==
{{PC
|name=Maxwelinski Dejacque
|status=a
|race=Rakash
|gender=Male
|guild=Bard
|instance=The one with all the people in it.
|relat=Prinie
}}
Maxwelinski Dejacque, a Rakash.
He has a classically chiseled face, reflective sage-green eyes and a fine straight nose. His dark golden brown hair is short and perpetually disheveled, and is worn untamed. He has lightly bronzed skin and a lean, well-defined build. 
He is tall for a Rakash. 
He is a pack hunter. 

Maxwelinski Dejacque, a Rakash.
He has a compact and copiously wrinkled square face, reflective sage-green eyes and a pair of raised and rounded ears offset by a short and blunted muzzle. He has a fawn and white-chested coat with black masking, a stubby tail and a lean and well-defined build. 
He is tall for a Rakash. 
He is a pack hunter. 

== The Story ==
[[File:Max_by_finnbar_darkhair.jpg|thumb|350px|right|Maxwelinski Dejacque, by [[Finnbar]] ]]
When a Rakash in his prime arrived in the province of Zoluren one day, no one noticed. It's a big province with a big city, The Crossing. If you had asked him where he came from, he might tell you he was raised by wolves. Yes, literal wolves. He insists. It isn't self-depreciating Rakash humor. That's his story.

Abandoned at the young age of 23, his cruel parents left him on a hill to die. Despite his cries - “Ma, Pa, No! I'll get a job!” - he was condemned to exposure. If not for a kindly pack of wolves, he may very well have died. For the next ten years his adopted family nourished him. He relied upon the teat of the wolf to survive. A mere babe.

He survived, but the wolves did not. It had been ten years, you know. They died of old age. Wolves don't live that long. It was 419 when he stumbled out of the forest and found himself on the Northern Trade Route.

Lacking education, skills and the ability to speak beyond rudimentary grunts he set out to make his fortune. He needed to make a living. Get that food. That wolf milk, if you will. He was hungry.

The first guild he came across was that of the Warrior Mages. There he met the big guy, Gauthus. The boss. He was about to introduce himself when Gauthus blurted something out.

“You like killin' things?!”

“W-what things?” Max was rattled.

“You know. Just anything. Killin' is fun.”

Being a Warrior Mage was not for him. Gauthus clearly had something wrong with him. Max left. And as he reflected on the multitude of Warrior Mages outside of the guild, foraging and braiding wild grasses into intricate and useful tools, he wondered how different they were from Gauthus inside. They seemed to be dedicated artisans.

He stumbled into the city of The Crossing, through it's famed Northeast Gate. It wasn't long before he was at the Paladins' Guild. There he met Verika Kennelworth, Paladin Representative. A Rakash, like himself.

“This guild is not for the weak of heart, it is not for the weakl…”

Katamba peaked over the horizon. They both fell to the ground, mid-speech, writhing. Max drooled a little. Moonskin. When he stood up, he and Verika gave each other that look. The morning look of a stranger in your bed. The look of a decision you immediately regret. Shame.

He turned and he walked right out the door, without saying another word. The Paladins weren't for him, either.

After a brief stroll up Magen Road he encountered the Empaths' Guild. He produced a delicate red bird from a small pocket. It wasn't moving. Prydaens lurked.

“Can anyone heal my bird?”

No one responded. He raised his bird high into the air for everyone to see. These Empaths didn't seem to care. He dropped the dead bird and went to leave. When he paused to look back he noticed a slim Prydaen snatch the dead bird up with a cat-like swipe, toss it into the air, and devour it in a few quick bites. All in a quick, practiced motion. Salvur Siksa pointed and laughed. This had happened before.

This Empaths weren't the guild for him, either. But they seemed less awkward than the Paladins.

Just as he stepped out the door, he saw a surprisingly short Elven girl head to the south. He moved to follow, seeing her enter the city's headquarters for the Barbarians' Guild. Then, a distraction.

“Pssssst. Wanna try a dusssk berry?”

A lizard-like creature hissed at him. It was a S'Kra Mur. The S'Kra had a black longcoat and was holding it open with one hand. Stitched into the lining were little pouches filled to the brim with assorted berries, fruits, stems, leaves, herbs and mushrooms. A few seemed to be in powdered form.

“What's a dusk berry?”

“Drop berriessss, not boltssss.”

Max shrugged. This was unintelligible. He took one anyway.

…

“Congratulations, Maxwelinski! You're ready to train for your next rank!” An old Bard was howling shrilly into his face. He winced at the sound. His head hurt. Reflexively he reached into the inner pocket of his coat, produced a small berry and popped it into his mouth.

“What rank is that?”

“Just keep playing instruments.” She frowned.

He stumbled out of the building, but immediately leaned up against the brick facade next to the door. His heart was beating fast. Panic. He rifled through his pockets. A passport to Velaka. Maxwelinski Dejacque. That sounded familiar. He relaxed. Now highly tolerant to the sedative effect of the dusk berry, he merely calmed the hell down. An Elf with the cutest freakin' nose came around the corner, walked up to him and held his hand. They stood silently, calmly. And he remembered.

It was the day the shady S'Kra had pulled him to the side. He had taken something. He heard music coming from a nearby building. It sounded like a bar. He sat down and ordered a drink. The barmaid lectured on and on about what he thought were Elven beers and Toggish grogs. He nodded sleepily and stared at her with a blank expression. His mind wandered to the surprisingly short Elf.

“Just sign here, here, and here if you want to JOIN.” The barmaid had a desperate, severe tone.

He signed, or rather he drew a crude X on the paper. He was taken aside to swear an oath. And then he was taught how to cast a magical spell.

In retrospect it ''was'' a lot of bureaucracy just to get a beer.

Caidie

2016-04-01T16:13:35Z

POCKY:

{{PC
|name=Caidie Sanaulis
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Barbarian
|instance=prime
|relat=Buuwl, Uritel, Riverlynn
}}

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<blockquote>
<blockquote>
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 ''"I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin."''   

</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 
== '''''Description''''' ==
You see Everlasting Caidie Sanaulis, Intolerant of Elanthia, an Elven Barbarian.[[File:caidiemay2.jpg|right|250px]]

She has pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a freckled nose. Her raven black hair is waist length and a mass of misbehaving curls, and is worn untamed. 
She has fair skin and a lithe figure. 
She is tiny for an Elf. 
She has a pair of silversteel-riveted leather goggles resting askew in her hair. 
Her left wrist has a tattoo of a childish Elf dancing amid a field of zombies. 

She is wearing a chubby dragon earcuff with glitter-covered wings, a chakrel Elven tear amulet hung from an antiqued steel chain, a pink and white striped togball jersey with three glittery slashes on the front, a dark e'erdream parry stick covered in sparkling crystals, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a lifesculpted bonding band of intertwined e'erdream and apple wood, some glitter-dotted knickers beautifully embroidered with a bathing Gor'Tog pattern in bright green thread and some white galoshes delicately painted with puddles of pink glitter.

== '''''You Lost?''''' ==

[[File:littlecay.jpg|right|250px]]Finding her way to the sidelines of a Tog-Ball field,
a look of wonder filling her stormy grey eyes, a color so chaotic it felt as though she had a storm alive inside her, the young girl watched as enormous men crashed into each other. She could hear the sound of muscle against muscle, the pounding of flesh upon flesh. Captivated by the sight, she allowed herself to stare. Images began to swirl around inside her mind of herself, clad in a jersey and combat boots, unruly raven colored curls flowing behind her as she ran full force down the field. Lost in a daydream, she didn’t hear as he approached, brought back to the present by a large finger flicking her pointed ears,
''“You lost, Elf?”'' The voice boomed.
Wrinkling her freckled nose she lifted her head to gaze up at the enormous olive-green Barbarian in front of her. She squinted at him as he towered before her, after a pause she said, ''“Maybe...”'' Sooty cheeks flushing with a lovely rose color, was she embarrassed or was it merely cold? She then averted her eyes, gazing off into the distance, although saying nothing the storm inside her eyes began to roll, almost giving away the thoughts stirring inside her mind. Then the storm calmed and decisively she turned on her heels and was off in search of a man named [[Agonar]] Dokona

== '''''Whispers''''' ==

[[File:littlesecret.jpg|right|250px]][[File:bigsecret.jpg|left|250px]]Whirling in a hurricane, they clung to each other.
Physically fragile, delicate in appearance, but their strength was insurmountable.
There was an energy that hummed between them, something secret, something hiding behind their eyes.
It was their eyes, wasn't it?
Causing the very hurricane to which they clung to each other from, or was it for?
That's what happens when a raging storm meets the troubled sea. What fear does the other have of getting wet?
They are able to bend and fold and form to the other's will, all the while remaining exactly themselves.
Sisters by heart.
Two little girls making a home in the shelter of their laughter, their dreams, and unknowingly their fears.
In a world of black and white, they stood beside each other in screaming color, wild hair and sparkling eyes, things would come alive.
Fingers intertwined, inhaling a deep breath they move forward into everything, into nothing, into the unknown.

== '''''Going Green''''' ==

[[File:cayandbuuwl.jpg|right|250px]] He was the color of happy things; spring grass, sweet apples, toads that turn into princes.
He arrived in the mist of festivities, a huge man but a happy and free man.
He was almost something from her dream-
barbarian, chaotic, kind to those she loves.
His sparkling blue eyes, like a secluded lake on a hot summer's day, met hers and they were bound to each other, she may not have known it at the moment,
but they were.
She'd given up on silly little fairy tales and he'd never kissed a rose.
The words he spoke so casually left her thinking it was a joke,
''"Let's get bonded."'' he said in such a tone lacking all inflection of a question.
Laughing freely with her head thrown back, raven curls awaken from their slumber, she nodded emphatically,
''"Okay!!"'' she responded, throwing away what little caution she had.
The sister of her heart produced a dusty rose still sheathed in vivid holy light from inside a cluttered vault, (That may have been bonded to a Rakash Cleric)
He took the leap and kissed the rose and almost as a dare, she kissed it back. The donkey god smiled.
Two wild Barbarians bonded but never more free.

<3

== '''''The way -I- see it..''''' ==

No matter how you see her:: Insane, Mean, Loving, a Bully, Buuwl's wife, River's friend, Kind, Hateful, Generous or Selfish, someone will always see her slightly different. Some even put it on paper, express it in words or even just give her a handsign or a hi5.

> read paper

The paper is painted with: A rainbow of vibrant glitter liberally coats the paper, transforming an elegant ink and paint portrait into a violent explosion of sparkle and shine. Striking a defiant pose, a slender Elven maiden stands tall upon a mountain of defeated stuffed animals and broken tin soldiers. Clasped in her hand is a giant two-handed sword, its hilt shaped like a pair of slumbering rabbits. Garbed in a shimmering togball jersey of glitter and sunshine, a myriad of dainty flowers are strewn across the fabric. Her midnight black hair coils around her body in a wild disarray, liberal highlights of deep blue glitter shimmering in every inky coil. Surrounding the Elven woman is a border of Elven tears blossoms and slender green leaves. Scrawled beneath the portrait is the title: Caidie, as Fierce as she is Lovely. Signed at the bottom is the name Sesi Hart dotted with a tiny heart.

> read other paper

The paper reads: A large crowd stands in a broken circle right in the middle of the infirmary, looking on at two women in the middle. A beautiful Elf, wild and savage-eyed, has just slapped an old, matronly Empath across the face. A Rakash man nearby is ducking his head, trying to avoid a spray of spittle flying from the gaping mouth of the Empath. What appear to be dead songbirds litter the ground.
Along the bottom of the paper, you notice, Author: Maxwelinski

[[File:Caidiefinal (1).jpg|thumb|350px|center|Caidie by [[Finnbar]] ]]

Finnbar

2016-04-01T16:10:57Z

POCKY: Created page with "{{PC |name=Finnbar |status=a |race=Elf |gender=Male |guild=Bard |instance=prime }}"

{{PC
|name=Finnbar
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Male
|guild=Bard
|instance=prime
}}

Caidie

2016-03-31T22:31:57Z

POCKY:

{{PC
|name=Caidie Sanaulis
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Barbarian
|instance=prime
|relat=Buuwl, Uritel, Riverlynn
}}

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 ''"I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin."''   

</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 
== '''''Description''''' ==
You see Everlasting Caidie Sanaulis, Intolerant of Elanthia, an Elven Barbarian.[[File:caidiemay2.jpg|right|250px]]

She has pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a freckled nose. Her raven black hair is waist length and a mass of misbehaving curls, and is worn untamed. 
She has fair skin and a lithe figure. 
She is tiny for an Elf. 
She has a pair of silversteel-riveted leather goggles resting askew in her hair. 
Her left wrist has a tattoo of a childish Elf dancing amid a field of zombies. 

She is wearing a chubby dragon earcuff with glitter-covered wings, a chakrel Elven tear amulet hung from an antiqued steel chain, a pink and white striped togball jersey with three glittery slashes on the front, a dark e'erdream parry stick covered in sparkling crystals, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a lifesculpted bonding band of intertwined e'erdream and apple wood, some glitter-dotted knickers beautifully embroidered with a bathing Gor'Tog pattern in bright green thread and some white galoshes delicately painted with puddles of pink glitter.

== '''''You Lost?''''' ==

[[File:littlecay.jpg|right|250px]]Finding her way to the sidelines of a Tog-Ball field,
a look of wonder filling her stormy grey eyes, a color so chaotic it felt as though she had a storm alive inside her, the young girl watched as enormous men crashed into each other. She could hear the sound of muscle against muscle, the pounding of flesh upon flesh. Captivated by the sight, she allowed herself to stare. Images began to swirl around inside her mind of herself, clad in a jersey and combat boots, unruly raven colored curls flowing behind her as she ran full force down the field. Lost in a daydream, she didn’t hear as he approached, brought back to the present by a large finger flicking her pointed ears,
''“You lost, Elf?”'' The voice boomed.
Wrinkling her freckled nose she lifted her head to gaze up at the enormous olive-green Barbarian in front of her. She squinted at him as he towered before her, after a pause she said, ''“Maybe...”'' Sooty cheeks flushing with a lovely rose color, was she embarrassed or was it merely cold? She then averted her eyes, gazing off into the distance, although saying nothing the storm inside her eyes began to roll, almost giving away the thoughts stirring inside her mind. Then the storm calmed and decisively she turned on her heels and was off in search of a man named [[Agonar]] Dokona

== '''''Whispers''''' ==

[[File:littlesecret.jpg|right|250px]][[File:bigsecret.jpg|left|250px]]Whirling in a hurricane, they clung to each other.
Physically fragile, delicate in appearance, but their strength was insurmountable.
There was an energy that hummed between them, something secret, something hiding behind their eyes.
It was their eyes, wasn't it?
Causing the very hurricane to which they clung to each other from, or was it for?
That's what happens when a raging storm meets the troubled sea. What fear does the other have of getting wet?
They are able to bend and fold and form to the other's will, all the while remaining exactly themselves.
Sisters by heart.
Two little girls making a home in the shelter of their laughter, their dreams, and unknowingly their fears.
In a world of black and white, they stood beside each other in screaming color, wild hair and sparkling eyes, things would come alive.
Fingers intertwined, inhaling a deep breath they move forward into everything, into nothing, into the unknown.

== '''''Going Green''''' ==

[[File:cayandbuuwl.jpg|right|250px]] He was the color of happy things; spring grass, sweet apples, toads that turn into princes.
He arrived in the mist of festivities, a huge man but a happy and free man.
He was almost something from her dream-
barbarian, chaotic, kind to those she loves.
His sparkling blue eyes, like a secluded lake on a hot summer's day, met hers and they were bound to each other, she may not have known it at the moment,
but they were.
She'd given up on silly little fairy tales and he'd never kissed a rose.
The words he spoke so casually left her thinking it was a joke,
''"Let's get bonded."'' he said in such a tone lacking all inflection of a question.
Laughing freely with her head thrown back, raven curls awaken from their slumber, she nodded emphatically,
''"Okay!!"'' she responded, throwing away what little caution she had.
The sister of her heart produced a dusty rose still sheathed in vivid holy light from inside a cluttered vault, (That may have been bonded to a Rakash Cleric)
He took the leap and kissed the rose and almost as a dare, she kissed it back. The donkey god smiled.
Two wild Barbarians bonded but never more free.

<3

== '''''The way -I- see it..''''' ==

No matter how you see her:: Insane, Mean, Loving, a Bully, Buuwl's wife, River's friend, Kind, Hateful, Generous or Selfish, someone will always see her slightly different. Some even put it on paper, express it in words or even just give her a handsign or a hi5.

> read paper

The paper is painted with: A rainbow of vibrant glitter liberally coats the paper, transforming an elegant ink and paint portrait into a violent explosion of sparkle and shine. Striking a defiant pose, a slender Elven maiden stands tall upon a mountain of defeated stuffed animals and broken tin soldiers. Clasped in her hand is a giant two-handed sword, its hilt shaped like a pair of slumbering rabbits. Garbed in a shimmering togball jersey of glitter and sunshine, a myriad of dainty flowers are strewn across the fabric. Her midnight black hair coils around her body in a wild disarray, liberal highlights of deep blue glitter shimmering in every inky coil. Surrounding the Elven woman is a border of Elven tears blossoms and slender green leaves. Scrawled beneath the portrait is the title: Caidie, as Fierce as she is Lovely. Signed at the bottom is the name Sesi Hart dotted with a tiny heart.

> read other paper

The paper reads: A large crowd stands in a broken circle right in the middle of the infirmary, looking on at two women in the middle. A beautiful Elf, wild and savage-eyed, has just slapped an old, matronly Empath across the face. A Rakash man nearby is ducking his head, trying to avoid a spray of spittle flying from the gaping mouth of the Empath. What appear to be dead songbirds litter the ground.
Along the bottom of the paper, you notice, Author: Maxwelinski

[[File:Caidiefinal (1).jpg|thumb|350px|center|Caidie by Finnbar]]

Caidie

2016-03-31T22:29:43Z

POCKY:

{{PC
|name=Caidie Sanaulis
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Barbarian
|instance=prime
|relat=Buuwl, Uritel, Riverlynn
}}

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 ''"I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin."''   

</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 
== '''''Description''''' ==
You see Everlasting Caidie Sanaulis, Intolerant of Elanthia, an Elven Barbarian.[[File:caidiemay2.jpg|right|250px]]

She has pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a freckled nose. Her raven black hair is waist length and a mass of misbehaving curls, and is worn untamed. 
She has fair skin and a lithe figure. 
She is tiny for an Elf. 
She has a pair of silversteel-riveted leather goggles resting askew in her hair. 
Her left wrist has a tattoo of a childish Elf dancing amid a field of zombies. 

She is wearing a chubby dragon earcuff with glitter-covered wings, a chakrel Elven tear amulet hung from an antiqued steel chain, a pink and white striped togball jersey with three glittery slashes on the front, a dark e'erdream parry stick covered in sparkling crystals, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a lifesculpted bonding band of intertwined e'erdream and apple wood, some glitter-dotted knickers beautifully embroidered with a bathing Gor'Tog pattern in bright green thread and some white galoshes delicately painted with puddles of pink glitter.

== '''''You Lost?''''' ==

[[File:littlecay.jpg|right|250px]]Finding her way to the sidelines of a Tog-Ball field,
a look of wonder filling her stormy grey eyes, a color so chaotic it felt as though she had a storm alive inside her, the young girl watched as enormous men crashed into each other. She could hear the sound of muscle against muscle, the pounding of flesh upon flesh. Captivated by the sight, she allowed herself to stare. Images began to swirl around inside her mind of herself, clad in a jersey and combat boots, unruly raven colored curls flowing behind her as she ran full force down the field. Lost in a daydream, she didn’t hear as he approached, brought back to the present by a large finger flicking her pointed ears,
''“You lost, Elf?”'' The voice boomed.
Wrinkling her freckled nose she lifted her head to gaze up at the enormous olive-green Barbarian in front of her. She squinted at him as he towered before her, after a pause she said, ''“Maybe...”'' Sooty cheeks flushing with a lovely rose color, was she embarrassed or was it merely cold? She then averted her eyes, gazing off into the distance, although saying nothing the storm inside her eyes began to roll, almost giving away the thoughts stirring inside her mind. Then the storm calmed and decisively she turned on her heels and was off in search of a man named [[Agonar]] Dokona

== '''''Whispers''''' ==

[[File:littlesecret.jpg|right|250px]][[File:bigsecret.jpg|left|250px]]Whirling in a hurricane, they clung to each other.
Physically fragile, delicate in appearance, but their strength was insurmountable.
There was an energy that hummed between them, something secret, something hiding behind their eyes.
It was their eyes, wasn't it?
Causing the very hurricane to which they clung to each other from, or was it for?
That's what happens when a raging storm meets the troubled sea. What fear does the other have of getting wet?
They are able to bend and fold and form to the other's will, all the while remaining exactly themselves.
Sisters by heart.
Two little girls making a home in the shelter of their laughter, their dreams, and unknowingly their fears.
In a world of black and white, they stood beside each other in screaming color, wild hair and sparkling eyes, things would come alive.
Fingers intertwined, inhaling a deep breath they move forward into everything, into nothing, into the unknown.

== '''''Going Green''''' ==

[[File:cayandbuuwl.jpg|right|250px]] He was the color of happy things; spring grass, sweet apples, toads that turn into princes.
He arrived in the mist of festivities, a huge man but a happy and free man.
He was almost something from her dream-
barbarian, chaotic, kind to those she loves.
His sparkling blue eyes, like a secluded lake on a hot summer's day, met hers and they were bound to each other, she may not have known it at the moment,
but they were.
She'd given up on silly little fairy tales and he'd never kissed a rose.
The words he spoke so casually left her thinking it was a joke,
''"Let's get bonded."'' he said in such a tone lacking all inflection of a question.
Laughing freely with her head thrown back, raven curls awaken from their slumber, she nodded emphatically,
''"Okay!!"'' she responded, throwing away what little caution she had.
The sister of her heart produced a dusty rose still sheathed in vivid holy light from inside a cluttered vault, (That may have been bonded to a Rakash Cleric)
He took the leap and kissed the rose and almost as a dare, she kissed it back. The donkey god smiled.
Two wild Barbarians bonded but never more free.

<3

== '''''The way -I- see it..''''' ==

No matter how you see her:: Insane, Mean, Loving, a Bully, Buuwl's wife, River's friend, Kind, Hateful, Generous or Selfish, someone will always see her slightly different. Some even put it on paper, express it in words or even just give her a handsign or a hi5.

> read paper

The paper is painted with: A rainbow of vibrant glitter liberally coats the paper, transforming an elegant ink and paint portrait into a violent explosion of sparkle and shine. Striking a defiant pose, a slender Elven maiden stands tall upon a mountain of defeated stuffed animals and broken tin soldiers. Clasped in her hand is a giant two-handed sword, its hilt shaped like a pair of slumbering rabbits. Garbed in a shimmering togball jersey of glitter and sunshine, a myriad of dainty flowers are strewn across the fabric. Her midnight black hair coils around her body in a wild disarray, liberal highlights of deep blue glitter shimmering in every inky coil. Surrounding the Elven woman is a border of Elven tears blossoms and slender green leaves. Scrawled beneath the portrait is the title: Caidie, as Fierce as she is Lovely. Signed at the bottom is the name Sesi Hart dotted with a tiny heart.

> read other paper

The paper is painted with: A large crowd stands in a broken circle right in the middle of the infirmary, looking on at two women in the middle. A beautiful Elf, wild and savage-eyed, has just slapped an old, matronly Empath across the face. A Rakash man nearby is ducking his head, trying to avoid a spray of spittle flying from the gaping mouth of the Empath. What appear to be dead songbirds litter the ground.

[[File:Caidiefinal (1).jpg|thumb|350px|center|Caidie by Finnbar]]

Caidie

2016-03-31T21:03:44Z

POCKY:

{{PC
|name=Caidie Sanaulis
|status=a
|race=Elf
|gender=Female
|guild=Barbarian
|instance=prime
|relat=Buuwl, Uritel, Riverlynn
}}

<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
<blockquote>
 ''"I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin."''   

</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>
</blockquote>

 
== '''''Description''''' ==
You see Everlasting Caidie Sanaulis, Intolerant of Elanthia, an Elven Barbarian.[[File:caidiemay2.jpg|right|250px]]

She has pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a freckled nose. Her raven black hair is waist length and a mass of misbehaving curls, and is worn untamed. 
She has fair skin and a lithe figure. 
She is tiny for an Elf. 
She has a pair of silversteel-riveted leather goggles resting askew in her hair. 
Her left wrist has a tattoo of a childish Elf dancing amid a field of zombies. 

She is wearing a chubby dragon earcuff with glitter-covered wings, a chakrel Elven tear amulet hung from an antiqued steel chain, a pink and white striped togball jersey with three glittery slashes on the front, a dark e'erdream parry stick covered in sparkling crystals, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a lifesculpted bonding band of intertwined e'erdream and apple wood, some glitter-dotted knickers beautifully embroidered with a bathing Gor'Tog pattern in bright green thread and some white galoshes delicately painted with puddles of pink glitter.

== '''''You Lost?''''' ==

[[File:littlecay.jpg|right|250px]]Finding her way to the sidelines of a Tog-Ball field,
a look of wonder filling her stormy grey eyes, a color so chaotic it felt as though she had a storm alive inside her, the young girl watched as enormous men crashed into each other. She could hear the sound of muscle against muscle, the pounding of flesh upon flesh. Captivated by the sight, she allowed herself to stare. Images began to swirl around inside her mind of herself, clad in a jersey and combat boots, unruly raven colored curls flowing behind her as she ran full force down the field. Lost in a daydream, she didn’t hear as he approached, brought back to the present by a large finger flicking her pointed ears,
''“You lost, Elf?”'' The voice boomed.
Wrinkling her freckled nose she lifted her head to gaze up at the enormous olive-green Barbarian in front of her. She squinted at him as he towered before her, after a pause she said, ''“Maybe...”'' Sooty cheeks flushing with a lovely rose color, was she embarrassed or was it merely cold? She then averted her eyes, gazing off into the distance, although saying nothing the storm inside her eyes began to roll, almost giving away the thoughts stirring inside her mind. Then the storm calmed and decisively she turned on her heels and was off in search of a man named [[Agonar]] Dokona

== '''''Whispers''''' ==

[[File:littlesecret.jpg|right|250px]][[File:bigsecret.jpg|left|250px]]Whirling in a hurricane, they clung to each other.
Physically fragile, delicate in appearance, but their strength was insurmountable.
There was an energy that hummed between them, something secret, something hiding behind their eyes.
It was their eyes, wasn't it?
Causing the very hurricane to which they clung to each other from, or was it for?
That's what happens when a raging storm meets the troubled sea. What fear does the other have of getting wet?
They are able to bend and fold and form to the other's will, all the while remaining exactly themselves.
Sisters by heart.
Two little girls making a home in the shelter of their laughter, their dreams, and unknowingly their fears.
In a world of black and white, they stood beside each other in screaming color, wild hair and sparkling eyes, things would come alive.
Fingers intertwined, inhaling a deep breath they move forward into everything, into nothing, into the unknown.

== '''''Going Green''''' ==

[[File:cayandbuuwl.jpg|right|250px]] He was the color of happy things; spring grass, sweet apples, toads that turn into princes.
He arrived in the mist of festivities, a huge man but a happy and free man.
He was almost something from her dream-
barbarian, chaotic, kind to those she loves.
His sparkling blue eyes, like a secluded lake on a hot summer's day, met hers and they were bound to each other, she may not have known it at the moment,
but they were.
She'd given up on silly little fairy tales and he'd never kissed a rose.
The words he spoke so casually left her thinking it was a joke,
''"Let's get bonded."'' he said in such a tone lacking all inflection of a question.
Laughing freely with her head thrown back, raven curls awaken from their slumber, she nodded emphatically,
''"Okay!!"'' she responded, throwing away what little caution she had.
The sister of her heart produced a dusty rose still sheathed in vivid holy light from inside a cluttered vault, (That may have been bonded to a Rakash Cleric)
He took the leap and kissed the rose and almost as a dare, she kissed it back. The donkey god smiled.
Two wild Barbarians bonded but never more free.

<3

== '''''The way -I- see it..''''' ==

No matter how you see her:: Insane, Mean, Loving, a Bully, Buuwl's wife, River's friend, Kind, Hateful, Generous or Selfish, someone will always see her slightly different. Some even put it on paper, express it in words or even just give her a handsign or a hi5.

> read paper

The paper is painted with: A rainbow of vibrant glitter liberally coats the paper, transforming an elegant ink and paint portrait into a violent explosion of sparkle and shine. Striking a defiant pose, a slender Elven maiden stands tall upon a mountain of defeated stuffed animals and broken tin soldiers. Clasped in her hand is a giant two-handed sword, its hilt shaped like a pair of slumbering rabbits. Garbed in a shimmering togball jersey of glitter and sunshine, a myriad of dainty flowers are strewn across the fabric. Her midnight black hair coils around her body in a wild disarray, liberal highlights of deep blue glitter shimmering in every inky coil. Surrounding the Elven woman is a border of Elven tears blossoms and slender green leaves. Scrawled beneath the portrait is the title: Caidie, as Fierce as she is Lovely. Signed at the bottom is the name Sesi Hart dotted with a tiny heart.

> read other paper

The paper is painted with: A large crowd stands in a broken circle right in the middle of the infirmary, looking on at two women in the middle. A beautiful Elf, wild and savage-eyed, has just slapped an old, matronly Empath across the face. A Rakash man nearby is ducking his head, trying to avoid a spray of spittle flying from the gaping mouth of the Empath. What appear to be dead songbirds litter the ground.

[[File:Caidiefinal (1).jpg|left|250px]]

File:Caidiefinal (1).jpg

2016-03-31T20:58:11Z

POCKY:

Tinkery

2016-02-07T23:19:43Z

POCKY: /* Description */

{{PC
|name=Tinkery Gnickerbocker
|race=Gnome
|gender=Female
|guild=Trader
|instance=prime
|status=a
|relat=
}}

<blockquote>
 ''"As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen."''   
</blockquote>

== <code>''Description''</code> ==

You see Tinkery Gnickerbocker, Tiny Dancer of Elanthia, a Gnome.

Tinkery has thick-lashed turquoise eyes and a button nose. Her dark brown hair is very long and curly, and is worn arranged in pigtails. She has rosy skin and a plump figure. 
She is tiny for a Gnome. 
She appears to be an adult. 
Her left wrist has a tattoo of a peg-legged teddy bear wearing a ragged eye patch and clasping an oversized bottle of rum. 
She is in good shape. 

She is wearing a fitted military-style jacket of rich brown cotton with copper accents, a tattered linen shirt painted with a trio of interconnected gears and cogs, a bronze-plated buckler shaped like a cogged gear, a copper wedding ring, a pair of copper zills, a poofy tutu of layered coppery tulle sprinkled with tiny gears and cogs and some coppery winged boots with tiny cog-shaped wheels attached to the soles.

[[File:tink.jpg|center|750px]]

== <code>''Trader Life''</code> ==

[Miss Gnomer's, Sales Floor] 
An engraved oaken sales counter sits prominently in the back of the shop, providing a surface for merchant and customer to haggle or exchange goods for coin. The wooden floor lies empty, leaving customers space to move about freely, while an oak armoir stands against the oaken walls. 
You also see a bucket of viscous gloop, a plaza guard and an oaken door. 
Also here: Tinkery. 
Obvious exits: out. 

Pacing back and forth, tiny hands clasped behind her back, the cog-shaped wheels on her boots made a soft humming noise as they rolled along the floor, “This just won’t do,” she muttered to herself. She gazed at the armoire with her turquoise eyes, sparkling like precious gems, the bottom shelves filled with wares to sell while the top shelves, too far out of reach, stay barren. She wrinkled her button nose as she surveyed the room for something to stand on. She knew she could ask the guards for help, but she saw them gathered eating lunch outside her shop door and thought they deserved a break. Adjusting the goggles on her head, she headed towards the backroom. She collected a few items; a couple gift boxes of various sizes, some glue, wrapping twine, and a few of her heavy ledgers from previous months. She dragged them to the center of her shop and got to work. Opening the largest gift box, she placed one of the books inside to give it some weight and placed the lid on the box. She repeated the same process with the other boxes, placing one on top of the other, adding glue and twine for support, until she had a colorful set of make-shift stairs. Standing proudly before her finagled solution, she tugged at the bottom of her military jacket, adjusting the fit and started to scramble to the top with a treasure for sale in hand. Atop of the highest box, she observed her humble shop and couldn’t help but hug herself tightly. She’d come along way and she had worked so very hard. After carefully placing price tags and stocking her armoire she climbed down. Still a little out of breath, she tugged on each of her pigtails making sure they were tight and went to put the "OPEN" sign on her door.