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Hello,
Welcome to my very vague and, I have no doubt, hardly inspiring profile. If I were to drop you a little bit of information on myself it would be the following. I'm just past thirty, served my country for eight years in the military, and I am now working in another Federal Government branch that is less camouflage and more leaning towards Investigative work.
I have attended University, earned a degree, and travel as often as possible, especially if the destination has castles, love castles. I work hard, I play hard, and writing essentially allows me an opportunity to refocus energy away from my job and into something that keeps me sane.
I despise fancy talking know-it-all assholes and everyone who talks a good game from behind the safety of their monitor. It's the internet ladies and gentleman, you aren't tough, clever, or mysterious simply because you spend countless hours crafting thinly veiled insults to people.
If you have an RP idea, hit me up. I am interested in Nation States Roleplay, and Advanced Roleplaying. Truth be told, I'd probably try anything once, to the point I enjoy played a Professor at Hogwarts once. The poor fellow ended up getting eaten by a Dragon, it was aweful.
Want someone who will get into a roleplay and not give a damn if his character dies as long as it advances the plot? Someone who will not give two hoots if his nation gets overrun and his people enslaved as long as it was awesomely done? Someone who doesn't mind playing a bad guy that's going to lose in the end anyway? Someone who just enjoys writing for the sake of story telling?
Call me.
I am here to enjoy myself, create worlds, and basically have a place to forget the real world. If you're looking for someone like that, I'm your man.
Cheers,
Risen
Welcome to my very vague and, I have no doubt, hardly inspiring profile. If I were to drop you a little bit of information on myself it would be the following. I'm just past thirty, served my country for eight years in the military, and I am now working in another Federal Government branch that is less camouflage and more leaning towards Investigative work.
I have attended University, earned a degree, and travel as often as possible, especially if the destination has castles, love castles. I work hard, I play hard, and writing essentially allows me an opportunity to refocus energy away from my job and into something that keeps me sane.
I despise fancy talking know-it-all assholes and everyone who talks a good game from behind the safety of their monitor. It's the internet ladies and gentleman, you aren't tough, clever, or mysterious simply because you spend countless hours crafting thinly veiled insults to people.
If you have an RP idea, hit me up. I am interested in Nation States Roleplay, and Advanced Roleplaying. Truth be told, I'd probably try anything once, to the point I enjoy played a Professor at Hogwarts once. The poor fellow ended up getting eaten by a Dragon, it was aweful.
Want someone who will get into a roleplay and not give a damn if his character dies as long as it advances the plot? Someone who will not give two hoots if his nation gets overrun and his people enslaved as long as it was awesomely done? Someone who doesn't mind playing a bad guy that's going to lose in the end anyway? Someone who just enjoys writing for the sake of story telling?
Call me.
I am here to enjoy myself, create worlds, and basically have a place to forget the real world. If you're looking for someone like that, I'm your man.
Cheers,
Risen
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Back! Will try to post tomorrow when I have time.
Waitin on that post...
Cannibals, love it! Well played sir.
Post, filth!
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Well marriage existed in other cultures aside from Christian ones. Even if it did differ a fair bit from the traditional monogamous deal we're familiar with in modern times. :D
You know what I meant!! But seriously, partners dying, we've had a population crisis before, not again!
Oh neat, so your culture doesn't have a concept of 'marriage' either @RisenDead? Though it seems there's a fair bit of difference when it comes to fathers and their roles.
Pretty much! The whole Christian concept of marriage is clearly silly here. Particularly when partners die all the time...
Mariko was seated under a massive tree, it's huge trunk towering up into sky until it's upper boughs intertwined with the other tree's around it, forming a huge canopy of green that hummed and sang with life. She could see small monkeys chasing each other through the tree's while birds of any dozens of colours flitted amongst the branches in pursuit of insects. She had rested her back against the great wooden trunk, the wood warm and the moss soft against her naked skin.
The sound of a child's giggle brought her gaze back to ground level and she saw her eldest son running towards her, something clutched in his hands. He was a handsome boy, nearly six seasons old now. She was still trying to decide who his father was, either Ishido or Toragana. That much she could be certain. They were the only two she had taken during her thirteenth summer, and both frequently. It was convenient that they stood watch in opposite rotations, though it was no taboo for her to take whomever she wanted.
The boy, she had named him Toshiro, hurried up to her and presented her with his catch, his hands carefully forming a small cage to held a bright green and orange Humming Bird. It was sitting on his palm, regarding her through two small black eyes, occasionally fluttering its wings in protest.
"Can I keep it?" The boy asked, holding the bird up so that he could look closely at it again. He was adventurous, there was no doubt about that, and on more than one occasion found wonderful things. He had even once found the small and pitiful body of a Tiger cub. They had buried that one deep and quickly returned to the village.
"No, of course not." She laughed quietly, reaching out to stroke his cheek. He must be Toragana's son, he was kind to gentle to those who could do him no harm. Ishido was always rough with her. Toshiro had no violence or intensity to him that she could see, not yet anyway.
The boy gave a disappointed sigh and unclasped his hands. To the surprise of both mother and son the bird did not at once zoom away. Instead it regarded the boy for a moment, then dipped it's head as if to thank the youth, and then shot off into the upper canopy of the rain forest. They watched it go until it's brightly coloured form was lost among the thousands of others around it.
"You are very gentle Toshiro, this good. And you respect the creatures of the forest, this is even better. Without respect we will destroy, or be destroyed by this place." Mariko waved her hand about at the forest then patted the moss next to her. "Sit down with me."
The boy sat obediently next to her, leaning back against the tree with her as he did so. For a half an hour the two sat in companionable silence, watching the rain forest move around them. They did this at least once a week, as Mariko did with all her children, she had three now, Toshiro was the eldest. The other two were twins, three years old, and today they were learning how to collect clams from the beach with their father, also known as Buntaro the Builder. He was the man who built the wall and the huts in the village. Such was his skill that with a single assistant he could a new hut from the ground up in two days.
Such was Koshibito Tribal culture. Children spent equal time with their birth parents, though all children lived in a specially designed hut until they were one year old, under the constant supervision of their mothers to ensure they were properly cared for and safe. Once they reached the age of one, they would move to their mothers hut and remain her constant companion until they were three when the father was expected to begin taking an active role in teaching them basic tasks they could perform to earn their keep around the village. As one might expect, not all of them survived, but that was the Koshibito were so liberal with sexual partners. Tales still told of the near extinction of the village on several occasions when to few children were being born.
After a few more minutes Mariko stood and, Toshiro in tow, began to walk back towards the village, a basket of mushrooms balanced on her hip. Toshiro had his own basket of birds eggs that he taken from the lower level nests. It had been an excellent foraging day for mother and son.
The sound of a child's giggle brought her gaze back to ground level and she saw her eldest son running towards her, something clutched in his hands. He was a handsome boy, nearly six seasons old now. She was still trying to decide who his father was, either Ishido or Toragana. That much she could be certain. They were the only two she had taken during her thirteenth summer, and both frequently. It was convenient that they stood watch in opposite rotations, though it was no taboo for her to take whomever she wanted.
The boy, she had named him Toshiro, hurried up to her and presented her with his catch, his hands carefully forming a small cage to held a bright green and orange Humming Bird. It was sitting on his palm, regarding her through two small black eyes, occasionally fluttering its wings in protest.
"Can I keep it?" The boy asked, holding the bird up so that he could look closely at it again. He was adventurous, there was no doubt about that, and on more than one occasion found wonderful things. He had even once found the small and pitiful body of a Tiger cub. They had buried that one deep and quickly returned to the village.
"No, of course not." She laughed quietly, reaching out to stroke his cheek. He must be Toragana's son, he was kind to gentle to those who could do him no harm. Ishido was always rough with her. Toshiro had no violence or intensity to him that she could see, not yet anyway.
The boy gave a disappointed sigh and unclasped his hands. To the surprise of both mother and son the bird did not at once zoom away. Instead it regarded the boy for a moment, then dipped it's head as if to thank the youth, and then shot off into the upper canopy of the rain forest. They watched it go until it's brightly coloured form was lost among the thousands of others around it.
"You are very gentle Toshiro, this good. And you respect the creatures of the forest, this is even better. Without respect we will destroy, or be destroyed by this place." Mariko waved her hand about at the forest then patted the moss next to her. "Sit down with me."
The boy sat obediently next to her, leaning back against the tree with her as he did so. For a half an hour the two sat in companionable silence, watching the rain forest move around them. They did this at least once a week, as Mariko did with all her children, she had three now, Toshiro was the eldest. The other two were twins, three years old, and today they were learning how to collect clams from the beach with their father, also known as Buntaro the Builder. He was the man who built the wall and the huts in the village. Such was his skill that with a single assistant he could a new hut from the ground up in two days.
Such was Koshibito Tribal culture. Children spent equal time with their birth parents, though all children lived in a specially designed hut until they were one year old, under the constant supervision of their mothers to ensure they were properly cared for and safe. Once they reached the age of one, they would move to their mothers hut and remain her constant companion until they were three when the father was expected to begin taking an active role in teaching them basic tasks they could perform to earn their keep around the village. As one might expect, not all of them survived, but that was the Koshibito were so liberal with sexual partners. Tales still told of the near extinction of the village on several occasions when to few children were being born.
After a few more minutes Mariko stood and, Toshiro in tow, began to walk back towards the village, a basket of mushrooms balanced on her hip. Toshiro had his own basket of birds eggs that he taken from the lower level nests. It had been an excellent foraging day for mother and son.
Got your back jack.
Toranaga, the first of his name, glanced up at the sky, judging the suns position as it dipped ever more swiftly towards the Western Horizon. He picked up a pair of wooden cudgels and knock them together gently, marvelling at how the muscles on his arm tensed and moved as he did so. Like the rest of his Tribe he wore only a loin cloth and a leather sling around his body from which hung a few items of personal value. A spear rested against the clay and stone wall a couple of feet away. He waited a few more minutes, enjoying the ocean breeze as it played over his skin. Then is was time.
Taking up his two cudgels he stepped up to hollow log that hung from the roof beams of a small structure that had been built to hold it atop a platform raised to have a view of the Village, the Bay, the Rivers mouth and the rainforest beyond. He began a steady measured beat on the log, the sound echoing out over the bay and into the forest. It was the signal for all the villagers to return home, the sun would be gone soon. It was perhaps the most important job in the village and Toragana had been flattered when he'd been offered the position by the council.
After a hundred beats he laid down the cudgels and picked up a massive shell that lay next to the log. It was as pink as the morning sky and as large as his head. He had not personally seen the creature that had been inside of it but he had tasted it and found it to be quite delicious.
From his height atop the small tower he could see the various fishing vessels out in the bay begin to swing back towards the village. The long canoes, a recent invention, had become very popular and every single fisherman who wished to live to see his twentieth season had bartered for one, or carved it themselves. The result were some less than impressive specimens and Toragana had watched a large shark with a head like a hammer smash one of the smaller ones into pieces a few days before and devour the fishermans catch, the man himself had been pulled to safety in another canoe. Those strong enough to survive the rigours of the water dotted the bay as they turned, some with a single rigged sail, others powered only by the strength of their owners, and headed for shore.
The Village itself had been built on a rocky ridge that ran out from the mainland, sticking out into the bay where it divided into two parts, curling around a small sheltered harbour that provided safe haven for the fishing boats. A fresh water spring bubbled up on one side and a hot spring on the other arm. It had been a fortunate find as the connection to the mainland had needed a wall built across it to prevent the Tiger's from taking villagers right out of their huts. It was also where the small tower had been built. A gate opened through the wall beneath the tower and was closed at night with heavy thorn bushes while the wall had been topped with sharpened wooden stakes to prevent the big beasts from leaping over it.
The village huts, like the wall, were built of clay and stone, layered upon each other and hardened in the sun to form a formidable obstacle. The rains had of course caused serious issues in eroding the wall until a small bamboo covered had been built for the top and the wall was saved.
Toragana waited until the last fishing boat had been drawn up in the small harbour, looked up at where the sun was just starting to touch the horizon, and then raised the shell to his lips. He licked his lips, took a deep breath, and blew a deep steady note that echoed towards the forest. This warned those out in the forest that the thorn bushes would be dragged across the entrance soon and that they needed to hurry or they would be left outside for the night.
The sun sank slowly toward the horizon, its rays shooting across the ocean with a stunning brilliance. Then shoots came from the edge of the forest and three people appeared, hurrying toward them. The first two were young women and they waved up at him, smiles creasing their faces, they were naked to the waist like everyone else, baskets on their backs full of wood. The third was an older man who had a deer slung over his shoulders and he offered Toragana a nod as he passed out of sight under the tower.
As the final rays of sunlight slipped away Toragana clambered down from the tower. Ishido, the night watchman, waited for him at the bottom of the steps and together they heaved the thick bramble thorn gate into place. Already they could hear the night creatures of the forest begin to stir as the heat left with the sun. They even heard the distant roar of some great creature deep within the forest.
Toragana thanked Ishido and handed him the watchmen spear and cudgel before waving goodnight and hurrying into the village. His house was near the wall, not far from the spring. It was identical to every other house, a small entrance fitted with bamboo door, bamboo roof and slay walls. Each hut had a small kiln outside the door that also served to heat the homes through their floor. A very unique but safe way to prevent fires in the homes.
He pushed open the door to his hut and stepped inside. A single candle burned in its bracket against the wall but it was enough for him to see Mariko, one of the girls who had waved at him earlier, lying on his bed. She didn't say a word as she spread her legs and beckoned him towards her. It was nice to be important.
Taking up his two cudgels he stepped up to hollow log that hung from the roof beams of a small structure that had been built to hold it atop a platform raised to have a view of the Village, the Bay, the Rivers mouth and the rainforest beyond. He began a steady measured beat on the log, the sound echoing out over the bay and into the forest. It was the signal for all the villagers to return home, the sun would be gone soon. It was perhaps the most important job in the village and Toragana had been flattered when he'd been offered the position by the council.
After a hundred beats he laid down the cudgels and picked up a massive shell that lay next to the log. It was as pink as the morning sky and as large as his head. He had not personally seen the creature that had been inside of it but he had tasted it and found it to be quite delicious.
From his height atop the small tower he could see the various fishing vessels out in the bay begin to swing back towards the village. The long canoes, a recent invention, had become very popular and every single fisherman who wished to live to see his twentieth season had bartered for one, or carved it themselves. The result were some less than impressive specimens and Toragana had watched a large shark with a head like a hammer smash one of the smaller ones into pieces a few days before and devour the fishermans catch, the man himself had been pulled to safety in another canoe. Those strong enough to survive the rigours of the water dotted the bay as they turned, some with a single rigged sail, others powered only by the strength of their owners, and headed for shore.
The Village itself had been built on a rocky ridge that ran out from the mainland, sticking out into the bay where it divided into two parts, curling around a small sheltered harbour that provided safe haven for the fishing boats. A fresh water spring bubbled up on one side and a hot spring on the other arm. It had been a fortunate find as the connection to the mainland had needed a wall built across it to prevent the Tiger's from taking villagers right out of their huts. It was also where the small tower had been built. A gate opened through the wall beneath the tower and was closed at night with heavy thorn bushes while the wall had been topped with sharpened wooden stakes to prevent the big beasts from leaping over it.
The village huts, like the wall, were built of clay and stone, layered upon each other and hardened in the sun to form a formidable obstacle. The rains had of course caused serious issues in eroding the wall until a small bamboo covered had been built for the top and the wall was saved.
Toragana waited until the last fishing boat had been drawn up in the small harbour, looked up at where the sun was just starting to touch the horizon, and then raised the shell to his lips. He licked his lips, took a deep breath, and blew a deep steady note that echoed towards the forest. This warned those out in the forest that the thorn bushes would be dragged across the entrance soon and that they needed to hurry or they would be left outside for the night.
The sun sank slowly toward the horizon, its rays shooting across the ocean with a stunning brilliance. Then shoots came from the edge of the forest and three people appeared, hurrying toward them. The first two were young women and they waved up at him, smiles creasing their faces, they were naked to the waist like everyone else, baskets on their backs full of wood. The third was an older man who had a deer slung over his shoulders and he offered Toragana a nod as he passed out of sight under the tower.
As the final rays of sunlight slipped away Toragana clambered down from the tower. Ishido, the night watchman, waited for him at the bottom of the steps and together they heaved the thick bramble thorn gate into place. Already they could hear the night creatures of the forest begin to stir as the heat left with the sun. They even heard the distant roar of some great creature deep within the forest.
Toragana thanked Ishido and handed him the watchmen spear and cudgel before waving goodnight and hurrying into the village. His house was near the wall, not far from the spring. It was identical to every other house, a small entrance fitted with bamboo door, bamboo roof and slay walls. Each hut had a small kiln outside the door that also served to heat the homes through their floor. A very unique but safe way to prevent fires in the homes.
He pushed open the door to his hut and stepped inside. A single candle burned in its bracket against the wall but it was enough for him to see Mariko, one of the girls who had waved at him earlier, lying on his bed. She didn't say a word as she spread her legs and beckoned him towards her. It was nice to be important.
Good, then post! I'll work something up today/tomorrow.
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