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Domiciles / Re: The Long Road

« on: July 11, 2011, 07:52:05 AM »

He shouldn\'t have been surprised when Lam started stripping of her clothing and joined him in the tub.  When he first met her, he was younger, more innocent, and practically took some sort of to every little thing she did and said.  However, it was her openness about everything which had been endearing, and led to him tumbling head over heels in love with her.  Seeing this display was another bit of normalcy, another way his home had not changed.

Kysis sat there for a moment, leaning his head into her palms, nuzzling them slightly, though surely the little bit of light blond stubble was scratchy.  His muscles were relaxing slowly with the heat of the water, which also worked wonders to soften his scabs and re-moisten his stitches, stopping them from pulling so much.

After a few quiet seconds, Kysis sent a small wave at Lam, holding a very serious face.

The thought of safety, of finally being here, was near overwhelming.  Sending that wave at her, that splashing wave, was a small but needed diversion, a small, emotionally inappropriate smile cracking on his lips in start contrast to his red, watery eyes.

His tongue felt like lead, but he finally managed to speak. "I was afraid I\'d never made it back..." Kysis looked down at the water, not at all bothered by his own nudity, like he might have been once upon a time. "...or that I wouldn\'t have a home left to come back to."

There, he said it.  There were times when he had almost given up.  But he hadn\'t.  He had people to stand up for, not to mention a baby girl who needed him and a wife.

"How..." Kysis paused, clearing his throat lightly.  He had not spoken this much in a long time, his throat raspy and sore.  He almost asked how she had been, though he could guess.  Mourning was a terrible thing, after all.

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Domiciles / Re: The Long Road

« on: July 10, 2011, 12:15:56 PM »

"Alive." There was some relief in the word as he spoke it, even though it was short and clipped.  If he had lost his parents as well, along with everything else, he did not know what kind of emotional condition he would be in, or if he would have come back so soon.  It was entirely likely that he would not have been able to. "They are managing the refugee camp."

Refugees.  That was all he was now, all his people were now.  Gone was the proud Greek spirit, never before truly conquered, never forced to bow to anyone else, brought to their knees, bleeding out of fatal wounds.  Kysis leaned into Lam, fiercely, hungrily, leaning into the kiss.

For a while there, he thought he would never get to see her again.  Never get to see Pandora again.  His lip quivered, hot tears clinging to his eyelashes for a moment.  He pulled back, gasping for breath.  He was afraid to give in, to let himself go, when he had already lost so much, and yet, this was home.  Right?  Despite how foreign it felt to him now, this was home?

He wanted it to be so bad. "Lam, I..." Kysis looked down.  He could feel the icy shield he had constructed melting, cracking, peeling away.  No, he felt too vulnerable still.  He had not had enough time.  Kysis swallowed roughly, trying to regain his composure, but he couldn\'t.

He wrapped his arms around Lam, pulling her closer, burring his head in her shoulder.

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Domiciles / Re: The Long Road

« on: July 10, 2011, 02:49:52 AM »

Kysis let himself be undressed and moved into the tub, as much as he abhorred his own helplessness.  It was difficult, moving with his stitches in mind and moving to get things done.  He had always prized efficiency, and yet now, he was resigned to taking everything at a slower pace.

Slowly, he was coming to terms with the fact that Lam was surprised to see him returning, rather than welcoming him home.  So far, he had heard “you’re alive” and “you’re back” but no welcome home.  It made him more nervous than he ever wanted to admit, stomach slowly churning, a low simmer.

It had to be the shock.  That was what Kysis kept telling himself.  It had to be the shock.  She would welcome him back eventually.

As Lam washed him, Kysis tried thinking of things other than Kreos, concentrating at first at making sure he was not hindering her process in any way, then musing in a cynical way over how many lords took their baths this way all the time, with the lady of the house—or a maid, in many cases—washing them, though they had no dire need for such things.  It was vaguely horrifying that people might force others to wash them just to prove power and standing, and yet, Kysis was almost certain the Ottomans would stoop that low.

It was the thought of the Ottomans which brought him back, and then, shortly after that, the question about Kreos.  Right when the first layer of tension was starting to meld away from his travel-wary, beaten muscles, he tensed again, jaw taut as a harp string.

“There is no Kreos to go back to.”

Kysis lowered his gaze on the water, fighting for a few moments as he felt his cheeks flush with heat.  He blinked his eyes rapidly, dispelling the water which had suddenly appeared in him.

It was the first time he had admitted aloud, for anyone else to hear, that Kreos was really gone.

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Domiciles / Re: The Long Road

« on: July 10, 2011, 01:29:17 AM »

Kysis nodded to himself at the mention of salts.  Apparently, when he had dragged himself to the camp of New Kreos, they had used healing salts and different herb mixtures-- anything and everything they possibly could-- to nurse him back to some vague idea of health.  He did not remember the early days, knowing only what his men, his father, and his mother had said to them, each of the stories varying.

Healing salts would be good.  As would sleeping in an actual bed, but that would come later.  The thought of it sent a shiver of anticipation up his spine, a wonderful sensation which was snapped away when Lam reached for him.

Again, his first reaction was to tense, a knot forming in his throat.  It was not because he was uncomfortable in his own skin.  No, Lam was the mother of his child.  It was just the memory of strange people poking and prodding him with a mixture of things, cutting here, burning him there.

Kysis closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath.  Slowly, he let his seethe out through pursed lips.  Finally, after having banished those demons from his immediate head-space (they lingered close behind it, though, like dark, broiling clouds on the horizon), he opened his eyes again.

"I\'m afraid if I bend over at all right now, I\'ll pull another stitch in my back."

He tried giving a light-hearted laugh, but it came out stilted, unnatural.  Kysis stopped, falling silent again.  He turned a little, trying to look at the stitches in his back, from where the sword had come through the other side.  Two had already torn, the line of the wound a thick, dark scab with some glistening, fresh red here and there.  Thankfully, there was no yellow.

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Domiciles / Re: The Long Road

« on: July 09, 2011, 03:05:05 AM »

Kysis did not have his back to the door, half-watching it with a nervous kind of tension.  Though he tried to put on a front as strong as Liari steel, deep inside, he was still skittish, frightened, in shell-shock over everything which happened.  But none of it came to the surface, not now, hiding in a dark corner of his subconscious.

Still, he watched the door, a manifestation of that deep seated fear.

He could see, if only from familiarity, that Lam was struggling. His first inclination was to help.  He took half a step forward, arm rising, but then he stopped.  As much as he hated it, he knew he could not help.  If he did, he would only hurt himself, and his injuries were already on the verge of dire, even with what healing he had managed while in New Kreos.

He stepped back, glancing down with a slight sigh.  When she was done tipping in the two buckets, he finally stepped to the edge of the tub, letting his right hand drift over the water\'s surface.  From the steam alone, he could tell it was too hot, but a sort of morbid curiosity drove him onward.

Kysis dipped his fingers into the water, watching as his barely sunkissed skin turn pink, then red.  After a moment, he cringed, if only slightly, and withdrew his hand.  He looked up at Lam.  His expression was hard, lacking emotion, but there was just a touch of desperation in his dark eyes.

After a moment, Kysis nodded, glancing to the smaller buckets at the side of the room.  He wanted to help.  He wanted to tip them into the bath himself.  He was tired of feeling so helpless.

It took all of his will-power, but finally he spoke. "Yes... thank you."

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Approved Characters / Fenwick Baldor

« on: July 07, 2011, 09:05:24 AM »

>Full Name and Title:
Fenwick “Fen” Baldor

>Age:
20

>Birthday:
August 2nd

>Occupation:
A wine-seller for the family vineyard… in training.

>Religion:
Adora. His family has worked the land for generations to get the best grapes to make the best red wine in Oberon, and they attribute their continued success to Adora.

>Hair:
His hair is a medium brown, and in the sun, it has a golden undertone to it.  He keeps it just past his shoulder length.  The locks are thick and wavy, though not enough to be curly.

>Eyes:
Hazel, though they are mostly green.

>Nose:
A small button nose.

>Lips:
Medium in plumpness, though a little small on width.

>Skin Color:
He keeps a light, rosy tan, though it isn’t too much coloring on his skin.

>Scars:
His hand has a few scars on it, from when he tried to catch a bottle and ended up catching a handful of shattered glass instead.  Thankfully it was well tended, so the scars are light and don’t affect his hand movement.

>Height:
5ft7in.

>Weight:
He’s lean, with some muscle from working on the vineyard, but not too much.  He obviously doesn’t work out every day, or do any weapons training.

>Physical Attractiveness:
He is charismatic and extremely charming, which rubs off on his looks.  He tends himself well, and is extremely concerned with his looks.

>Clothing:
He dresses above his station, to say the least.  Normally he wears rich colors, preferring vibrant greens, as they play well with his eyes and hair.  He’ll pair a well made tunic with dark pants and a brown doublet at times.  He always likes to keep up with current fashions.

>Mother:
Gwyneth was a daughter of a merchant, having money but not nobility.  Despite all attempts, she could not marry up, and instead married Roderick, a wealthy vineyard owner and wine-seller.  She prizes beauty and music above all.  She is currently with child and hopes for a daughter, though Roderick wants another son.

>Father:
Roderick Baldor comes from a long line of men who have owned the Baldor Vineyard just outside of Oberon.  He is an astute mind, and while he runs the business, he is not afraid to get out and get his hands dirty, the exact opposite of Gwyneth.  He wants his (as of now) only son to follow in his footsteps, though it does not look like that will be happening any time soon.

>Siblings:
One is on the way, though Fenwick does not know what it will be yet.

>Childhood:
Fenwick spent some of his time with his mother, learning his joy for music and beauty, and part of his time with Roderick—though not at his own choice—learning the family business.  He was the child who spent time at the nicer tavern in town telling stories by the fire and singing songs as entertainment.

>Education:
Roderick hired a tutor specifically to teach Fen mathematics and logics, though Fenwick was hardly interested.  His father bribed him into doing well, promising him a lute if he did well enough, which Fen earned with flying colors.  His mother hired a tutor for music and story crafting, which he needed no bribery to learn.

>Natural Talents:
Fenwick has a clear singing voice, which might be called beautiful—he wouldn’t mind in the least.  He can charm his way out of tricky situations if need be, though he isn’t in them often, or charm his way into a few beds, which he is more likely to do.

>Hobbies:
Singing, telling stories, playing his lute, flirting, archery (though he is absolutely no good at it), and painting (he isn’t good at that, either).

>Personality:
Fen is a cheery man, without a care in the world.  He does not even try to put on a face of caring around his family, and is generally free spirited.

>Weaponry:
Fen has a bow, though it isn’t all that broken in, nor does he see any use for it except archery with a few of the merchant’s sons.  It is supposed to be for social purposes, after all.

>Pictures: coming soon!

>Recent History:
When Fen turned 16, his father set him to work selling the Baldor red wine to local inns and the nobles of the area.  There are a few merchant families who could not care less for Fen, seeing as he courted a few of their heirs to the bed then abandoned them, with no interest in marriage.  Still, he has a charming way, and people generally cannot stay angry with him for very long.

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General Announcements / Like whoa.

« on: July 07, 2011, 06:36:39 AM »

Hello.  It\'s been eons, oh great people of RPC.  I have missed you all.  Yes, even you. XD

So, in the meanwhile, I\'ve managed to get myself a BA in English and Film and am currently a full time writer, though I may be taking on tutoring part time soon. *fingers crossed*  Hopefully that pans out.

I\'ve also wandered around other rp sites now and then, but really, I miss Oberon.  I miss all the awesomeness there and the cast of characters, and I really want to jump back into it.

Here I am!!!

<3 Kysis

PS: I may make more characters in Oberon, so if you\'re interested in rping, hit me up.

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Archives / Don\'t Listen to the Movies

« on: October 15, 2010, 04:07:33 AM »

Zombies were a thing of movies, right?  That\'s what Lance had believed growing up, at least, but now at the age of 22, he actually had faith-- in zombies.

The first one he encountered was before the panic, in a seemingly normal day.  The air was clear, sun filtering down through the skyscrapers, providing a patch of warmth here and there.  Lance was waiting for the bus, already running late, but not having his own car to speed the process (who needed one in a big city, anyway?).

The man next to him groaned, sagging heavily against the painted metal mesh enclosing the bus stop.  His skin was ashen, eyes sunken in.  There was a burst open sore on his mouth, not tended to.  Lance tried not to breathe, but had to, the rancid smell of the man hitting his nose.

He thought it was just another homeless man.  Every year, the homeless were looking scarier and scarier with every year.

Suddenly, the man turned, leaning precariously towards Lance.  Lance scooted as far away as he could on the bench, fishing in his pocket frantically for some spare change.  Maybe that would distract the man?

With a hissed moan, the man opened his mouth.

Lance jumped, watching in horror as the man lurched to his feet, walking in shambling steps towards him.  Lance ran away that day.

Since then, he had found out that you couldn\'t run away from all the zombies, not with the numbers of them around, and how they came out of the strangest places-- however, running did help in most cases.

Lance swung his school bag-now survival kit, over his shoulder, tightening the straps.  It was warm out, but he still wore a long sleeved jacket, that extra layer of protection crucial.  He had yet to hear anything about how long it took for the infection to hit, nor had he had much time to listen.

From everything he had read about zombies, from every zombie movie he had seen growing up, he knew that one place to go was the mall.  The mall, however, was far away and the bottom level was open air, so that was not an option.  The other was the superstore.  There would be sporting good items (like basic shotguns, and if not those, then baseball bats) for the taking, as well as food, medical supplies, and new clothing.

Lance grabbed his skateboard from the corner of the small, run-down apartment, heading out into the daylight.  He did not know he used to live there, only that the place was abandoned now, and his own apartment complex had a few too many zombies for his liking.

It was time to go to the superstore, and get ready for the long-haul.

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General Announcements / Re: Happy birthday EO

« on: September 29, 2010, 12:26:11 AM »

Oh goodness!  It\'s your Birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

I hope you have an epic, amazing, awesome one!

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Domiciles / Re: The Long Road

« on: August 06, 2010, 11:54:31 PM »

"Yes, he..." gave up. Those words hovered at the tip of his tongue.  Kysis\' jaw tightened.  His sapphire eyes focused far away, either on the wall, or the battlefield so far away, on a battle fought some time ago.  He could still remember it like yesterday. "From what I hear, there was no one to stay with him, when it happened."

Somehow, Kysis managed to keep his voice cool, level, detached even.  There was a broiling storm inside, though, of anger, of blame.  While what romantic fixation he might have had on Rico had died a while ago, the two of them had somehow found a way to be friends, the best of friends, and as such, he felt betrayed for his comrade in arms.

Too many people had died for Kreos, yet at the same time, Kysis knew he would have given his life if it meant his people could have their land back, their lives back, their freedom back.  He would, in an instant.  The Ottomans would not allow that.  They would never keep their word.  That much had become obvious by their attack.

Kysis moved to the tub.  It was large, deep, luxurious.  Kysis had not seen such luxuries since he left Oberon.  It felt frivilous, but he would not complain.  It would make cleaning his wounds easier.  If he could, he would have tipped the water into it already, so this could be over with, though he did not know yet what he would do when he was done.  Nothing was certain anymore.

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Domiciles / Re: The Long Road

« on: June 29, 2010, 12:31:53 AM »

Part of the question was true, and part of it was false.  Matthew had been nowhere near the battlefield, back in the camp set up on the northern side of the pass, in relative safety.  Rico had been insistent that he not be allowed into the turmoil of Kreos itself.  

It was Rico who had reported back to them of the wounds, of how bad it was.  He had seen it all happen, had tried getting to him, but there were too many Ottomans.  From what Kysis had heard, Matthew road to Oberon to deliver the news of his capture (and fictitious death), and while he was gone, Rico had died of the injuries he incurred on that day.

Kysis had not said anything to Matthew about it, but he was furious.  It was a silent kind of outrage he kept to himself, a slow simmer, a deep boil inside of him.  The pressure was not so great yet that it had to come out.

"No, Matthew did not see it happen.  He was in New Kreos at the time." Kysis considered leaving it at that.  He looked up at Lam, seeing how she shuffled, her nerves, the way she stared in horror at the front half of his wound.  The back of it, where the blade had come out the other side, was the harder to keep clean, the harder to heal.  He had pulled a stitch from the back more than once already.

It was probably not right to leave the information there.  He continued on, voice as cold and detached as it had been for the first part.  That was the only way he could convey it. "Rico saw it happen, and reported it back to New Kroes.  He died soon after Matthew left for Oberon."  Kysis tapped his right hand nervously on his thigh, fighting against the urge to ball it.  His throat was tight; he swallowed back the lump there, trying to seem perfectly normal, perfectly fine.

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General Announcements / Re: Roleplay VS Baby

« on: May 30, 2010, 01:24:27 PM »

Awwwww!  She\'s so cute!  I don\'t even like babies and I think she\'s adorable!

I\'m glad to hear she\'s letting you sleep longer, too.  My creative writing teacher was practically a zombie for the first year of his baby\'s life, \'cause she won\'t let them sleep like that. O_o

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General Announcements / Re: Roleplay VS Baby

« on: May 21, 2010, 12:31:40 AM »

Yay baby!!!  I\'m glad everything went well!!!

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Domiciles / Re: The Long Road

« on: May 20, 2010, 01:49:30 AM »

Kysis nodded, slowly, detachedly, not moving from his spot at the table.  His bandages felt cool, wet, against his skin, but at the same time muggy, oppressive.  They needed to come off.  Perhaps it would be good to let the wound breath some rather than rewrap it immediately.  First, though, it needed a wash.

This musings ran through his head as he waited, trying to distract himself from the heavy feeling of the bandages around his abdomen.  If he had been kept in better quarters after the wounding, if the wound had been treated immediately, Kysis might have been healed already.  In Ottoman hands, he had to make do with basic items, like a dirty tunic, stagnant water, whatever he could get to clean his wound and keep himself alive until escaping.

Licking his dry lips, he mashed them together, closing his eyes for a moment.  He took a deep breath.  He could feel it pull on his wound, front and back.  It was strange, being able to feel all the way through.  Thankfully that sensation has dissipated before his long ride north, but the memory of it still lingered.  The cavity where that blade had been would remain in his mind for a long time to come, he was sure.

Soon enough, Lam was back.

Ready?

He had an injury, yes, but he was far from invalid.  Kysis stood on his own, quickly, none of the pain he felt passing over the cold mask of his face.  The Lord rolled his shoulders, getting a slight bit of their stiffness out.  The hot water would help as well, which his travel weary body was greatly looking forward to, even if he would not admit to it verbally.

Not saying a word, he walked to the bathing room, the one which had been his parents’ first, then Alia’s before her death.  That event seemed distant, a tiny blip in the past.  So much had happened since then.  Kysis tried not looking at the grand bed as he passed through the room, going straight to the secluded, large bathing room, a notable luxury, but something Marcos had been insistent upon having, like a palpable stamp of their standing in society.

Kysis had never much been for such displays, such mantles, but he bore it.  In Oberon, that seemed the only way anyone was recognized.

Rather than sitting somewhere, Kysis stood off to the side, patient, silent, slowly starting to take off the heavy linen bandages over his abdomen.  As the layers peeled off, the bandages became more and more discolored, the bottom layer with a slight rust hue to them.

Flinching, Kysis pulled that last thin cloth layer off.

Stitches still showed along the slice just below his ribs, both front and back.  It was slightly wider than a Greek blade, nor was it the straightest line between the front and the back.  Ottoman blades were different, and Kysis would not forget that soon either.

The air felt good on the wound, but he knew water would feel much, much better.

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General Announcements / Re: Camping!

« on: May 19, 2010, 10:58:48 PM »

I\'m back!  We had to leave early since the weather was getting nasty.  Surprise fronts, and all that jazz.

I\'ll have pictures and video sometime in the next month for those who are interested. XD  I\'m too lazy to process my footage right now.