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8 yrs ago
My son is back up and walking, and school is OVER, thank God. So Hopefully my world will be returning to normal, as will my posting time.
8 yrs ago
Got a 2yr old in a full leg cast, finals, and work deadlines that are piling up at the moment. Bare with me. I will get through this and return to normal activity levels.
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8 yrs ago
I apologize for the delay, my 2yr old blew out his knee on Monday and we've been in and out of hospitals. I HAVE to do school work tonight, if I finish I'll post.
8 yrs ago
Working on my taxes. Will get to posts tomorrow.
8 yrs ago
Wednesdays and Weekends are still school work days for me for 3 more weeks. Also, started a new job last week and I'm just realizing how unorganized they are. So bare with me while I situate.
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Hello there. My name is Kate. I was born in 1987 (Do the math so I don't have to update every year!), and I live in the south eastern united states. I've been role playing through chat rooms or forums since I was 12. I have a deep wealth of life experience from which I draw to enlighten and enrich my role play. I'm almost finished with my PhD (It couldn't come any sooner!!!). I'm a very open person. If you have a question, feel free to ask. In regards to role play, I tend to prefer original characters and I have folders of hundreds of characters I've made already or reference pictures for characters that have yet to be made. I prefer anything not slice of life pretty much, and I definitely lean towards darker themes. I will do X rated material when it fits the story, but my stories will never revolve around that. I'm comfortable with forum, pm, emails, etc. I have LOTS of reference material if you'd like a sample of my work. I play mostly females, but occasionally will develop a Male that I'm comfortable exploring. When I'm in to a story, I can often find time to post daily or multiple times per day. At worst, I can definitely post at least once a week. I prefer long-term partners/ story lines. My longest partner I role played with was multiple stories over about a 10 year span. I'm an introvert, so finding new partners is always very difficult for me. My post style tends to be multi- para to para depending on my partner and the speed of the story. I generally match the complexity of my partner's posting, though posts with dialog for example may be shorter.
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Soza simply stared at him and blinked for a moment. Not that she didn't understand the question, just that she didn't understand the possibilities.
"Quite honestly I have never known anything outside of my dwelling, or the stories that my keeper tells me of the sacrifice. I don't know what I would do... I don't know what there is to do. You are the first person to speak to me of things beyond these walls... My keeper says that such conversations are forbidden for the Ssussun."
Whether he was catching on or not was one thing, but all of her comments added together to a relatively clear picture - they told her nothing and showed her nothing beyond what was intended for her so that she never longed for anything other than what they told her was her purpose. She wasn't 'suffering' per say... she was merely contained and kept ignorant in a way that kept her from ever wanting to rebel or escape or find or learn. It was a very careful and calculated way of handling these persons born among them who they knew would only be used for this purpose in the long run.
"Quite honestly I have never known anything outside of my dwelling, or the stories that my keeper tells me of the sacrifice. I don't know what I would do... I don't know what there is to do. You are the first person to speak to me of things beyond these walls... My keeper says that such conversations are forbidden for the Ssussun."
Whether he was catching on or not was one thing, but all of her comments added together to a relatively clear picture - they told her nothing and showed her nothing beyond what was intended for her so that she never longed for anything other than what they told her was her purpose. She wasn't 'suffering' per say... she was merely contained and kept ignorant in a way that kept her from ever wanting to rebel or escape or find or learn. It was a very careful and calculated way of handling these persons born among them who they knew would only be used for this purpose in the long run.
Poke... You alive?
She didn't seem at all effected by his words. Truly her face was strangely serene and unreadable - constantly steady and without emotion. She merely watched him, studying him almost as he sat before her.
"Why would I not be? It is my purpose... True that it is not my decision or my control over my birth or my purpose, but when one has been born to a purpose, how can they not be... okay... with it?"
She seemed determined in her question, as though she really wanted him to think about it. She didn't consider her circumstances an injustice. She considered them only a reality. Of course, it was hard to weigh her comfort level with her treatment and what was to become of her against the truth that she was raised by people who taught her to believe this is right. It was impossible for anyone to know then whether or not she would be equally 'okay' with her fate if she had been born somewhere else or raised by someone else who viewed things differently.
"Why would I not be? It is my purpose... True that it is not my decision or my control over my birth or my purpose, but when one has been born to a purpose, how can they not be... okay... with it?"
She seemed determined in her question, as though she really wanted him to think about it. She didn't consider her circumstances an injustice. She considered them only a reality. Of course, it was hard to weigh her comfort level with her treatment and what was to become of her against the truth that she was raised by people who taught her to believe this is right. It was impossible for anyone to know then whether or not she would be equally 'okay' with her fate if she had been born somewhere else or raised by someone else who viewed things differently.
She furrowed her brow at him some. She was different... he was different... they were both in cells. She wondered how much his difference was really a secret, but she shrugged anyways with an innocent giggle.
"Sure... our secret. Not like I have anyone to tell but you."
She crossed her legs in front of her and considered the implications of his question. He certainly didn't look injured. But she wasn't going to bother arguing with him at the moment.
"Ssussun... the child of light. There is never more than one per generation. The child produced from the coupling of priests and priestesses during the celebration of the gods. The Ssussun is kept and prepared until the time comes that the nation requires a sacrifice to the favor of the gods. High Priestess Iire herself is my caretaker... she should be coming soon with food and water."
Soza tucked her hair behind her ear. Her ears were more horizontal, typical to the drow, making them stick out more visibly.
"The Ssussun cannot exist within the rest of society for they taint the blood line and threaten the composure of the people. It can be... uncomfortable to be in the presence of the Ssussun I'm told... for normal people."
She seemed so sure and calm and clear about everything she said up until that last comment. That one sounded unsure, but perhaps it was hard for her to understand how her presence might affect others.
"Sure... our secret. Not like I have anyone to tell but you."
She crossed her legs in front of her and considered the implications of his question. He certainly didn't look injured. But she wasn't going to bother arguing with him at the moment.
"Ssussun... the child of light. There is never more than one per generation. The child produced from the coupling of priests and priestesses during the celebration of the gods. The Ssussun is kept and prepared until the time comes that the nation requires a sacrifice to the favor of the gods. High Priestess Iire herself is my caretaker... she should be coming soon with food and water."
Soza tucked her hair behind her ear. Her ears were more horizontal, typical to the drow, making them stick out more visibly.
"The Ssussun cannot exist within the rest of society for they taint the blood line and threaten the composure of the people. It can be... uncomfortable to be in the presence of the Ssussun I'm told... for normal people."
She seemed so sure and calm and clear about everything she said up until that last comment. That one sounded unsure, but perhaps it was hard for her to understand how her presence might affect others.
Soza smiled at the simplicity of his comment. It was so rare that she got the opportunity to speak to someone outside of her keeper.
"It is rare that anyone comes here... I'm told that most who make the Tari unhappy are sacrificed immediately."
Despite the grave nature of her comment, her tone was upbeat and pleasant still.
"What do you mean what am I in for? I live here... I am the Ssussun."
The comment was very casually stated, as though there wasn't anyone who wouldn't know what she was talking about. Furthermore, she had no issue seeing him. Her face rested against the bars of her cell watching him, her eyes and hair almost glowing in the darkness. She was a small girl, perhaps 5' tall if she stood up and definitely light. With elves being notorious for being lighter than other species, it was likely she weighed no more than 50lbs or so.
"You look strange."
She was obviously more intelligent than the other two that he'd encountered, and she could see him clearly enough to discern that there was something different about him.
"It is rare that anyone comes here... I'm told that most who make the Tari unhappy are sacrificed immediately."
Despite the grave nature of her comment, her tone was upbeat and pleasant still.
"What do you mean what am I in for? I live here... I am the Ssussun."
The comment was very casually stated, as though there wasn't anyone who wouldn't know what she was talking about. Furthermore, she had no issue seeing him. Her face rested against the bars of her cell watching him, her eyes and hair almost glowing in the darkness. She was a small girl, perhaps 5' tall if she stood up and definitely light. With elves being notorious for being lighter than other species, it was likely she weighed no more than 50lbs or so.
"You look strange."
She was obviously more intelligent than the other two that he'd encountered, and she could see him clearly enough to discern that there was something different about him.
They have... I mean you mixed it up a little, but nothing unforgivable or... really nothing that's not ignorable. In general the way the Drow territory is set up is that the Drow of each region physically represent their region and the god they worship... whether that be red hair for the underground/volcano/cave dwelling drow, or blue toned hair for the mountain peak/outdoor/ice dwelling drow. So technically those guys should have had red hair... but that's the only thing that really makes any difference... and like I said... the difference is totally negligible. Their eyes (like Soza's) are kinda glossed over and reflective to adjust to the darkness in both regions. The ice drow are technically outside, but they live in a land of black jagged mountains and perpetual thick dark cloud cover.
Down deep within the mountain one might think that it would be darker, but in reality the stark blackness of the cavern walls was cut by the warm glow of fire and lava seeping up through cracks and holes in the rock. Soza could hear the guards bringing someone down the hall. It was rare that she had any company. Tari had most criminals simply executed on the spot. But of course the Tari would be in her frozen castle on the outside, near the peaks of the mountains. Right now they were far closer to the base of the mountains where the sharpness dulled down to rolling hills and caves before they began to melt into the forest.
Soza would often sit with her keeper Iire and listen to stories of the forest and the outside world. It sounded like a magical place really. It was hard for Soza to imagine, but sometimes Iire would draw shapes in the ash on the cavern walls, and compare the colors of the world to the colors of Soza's hair. It was the best that they could do, and Soza was happy to take anything that she could get.
As the cell slammed shut Soza silently got up and moved across her space until she was crouching next to the twisted iron bars of her dwelling, watching the brutish winter drow as they made their way back down the hall. She wasn't sure why they sent idiots like that in to the mountain. Everyone knew that the summer drow were far superior. The Tari ought to leave the caverns alone and keep her kind high up in her castle with her.
Soza waited until the guards were sufficiently gone before popping out from the side of her cell door and wrapping her fingers around the bars, pressing her face against them. She squinted her bright orange-red eyes slightly, before lifting her face and pushing her messy rainbow hair back.
"Hey... hey you... Hi."
She slid one of her thin hands through the bars and waved at him. It may have seemed simple or childish even, but regardless of where they were, Soza really was interested just to see another person show up. She rarely had any contact outside of Iire, and lately even that was maybe once a week if she was tracking the days accurately.
Soza would often sit with her keeper Iire and listen to stories of the forest and the outside world. It sounded like a magical place really. It was hard for Soza to imagine, but sometimes Iire would draw shapes in the ash on the cavern walls, and compare the colors of the world to the colors of Soza's hair. It was the best that they could do, and Soza was happy to take anything that she could get.
As the cell slammed shut Soza silently got up and moved across her space until she was crouching next to the twisted iron bars of her dwelling, watching the brutish winter drow as they made their way back down the hall. She wasn't sure why they sent idiots like that in to the mountain. Everyone knew that the summer drow were far superior. The Tari ought to leave the caverns alone and keep her kind high up in her castle with her.
Soza waited until the guards were sufficiently gone before popping out from the side of her cell door and wrapping her fingers around the bars, pressing her face against them. She squinted her bright orange-red eyes slightly, before lifting her face and pushing her messy rainbow hair back.
"Hey... hey you... Hi."
She slid one of her thin hands through the bars and waved at him. It may have seemed simple or childish even, but regardless of where they were, Soza really was interested just to see another person show up. She rarely had any contact outside of Iire, and lately even that was maybe once a week if she was tracking the days accurately.
Name: Melissa Shultz
Age: 27
Occupation: Elementary School Teacher
Hobbies: Reading, Movies, Taking her dog to the park
Brief Bio: Melissa was a simple small town girl. She grew up, went to school, and now worked all in the same place that she'd been born. She was rather plain in both look and behavior. She loved teaching little kids, and was somewhat of a homebody, always feeling self-conscious and introverted rather than going out and making friends or relationships. The day that Melissa died was like any other, but her death itself will always stand out in her memory. There was no question as to whether or not she remembered it and knew that she had died. She didn't know that anyone could suffer than badly and for that long before finally being released through death.
Cause of death: Crushed between two cars trying to guide children through the cross walk at parent pick up.
Age: 27
Occupation: Elementary School Teacher
Hobbies: Reading, Movies, Taking her dog to the park
Brief Bio: Melissa was a simple small town girl. She grew up, went to school, and now worked all in the same place that she'd been born. She was rather plain in both look and behavior. She loved teaching little kids, and was somewhat of a homebody, always feeling self-conscious and introverted rather than going out and making friends or relationships. The day that Melissa died was like any other, but her death itself will always stand out in her memory. There was no question as to whether or not she remembered it and knew that she had died. She didn't know that anyone could suffer than badly and for that long before finally being released through death.
Cause of death: Crushed between two cars trying to guide children through the cross walk at parent pick up.
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