@WilsonTurner Yeah, saw that in Mass Effect too mate. It's cool, but also a little too convenient.
And I really wanna RP an intergalactic postman now.
And I really wanna RP an intergalactic postman now.
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@Bourgeoisie Never played it, sadly.
@Emma and @Marshall 2nding that motion too. An alien threat would be nice, especially if they're technologically on par with humans. You could easily see humanity getting very cosy in their technological superiority when all of a sudden, what ho? A foe? And in good old Mass Effect style, maybe they need the Cosmarians and Briari help to win.
A question about the stations/technology though. With stations in different galaxies, how the flip do they get there? Thats... a lot of space to traverse. I guess you could go some kind of Hyperdrive type deal, cause even with Faster than Light travel it'd take millions of years. It would also be super difficult to communicate with the space stations not in your own galaxy. There would be some serious lag. Unless, given that they were able to jump between galaxies, they had to go back to sending physical mail to each other. In which case I just thought of a great character :D
@Emma and @Marshall 2nding that motion too. An alien threat would be nice, especially if they're technologically on par with humans. You could easily see humanity getting very cosy in their technological superiority when all of a sudden, what ho? A foe? And in good old Mass Effect style, maybe they need the Cosmarians and Briari help to win.
A question about the stations/technology though. With stations in different galaxies, how the flip do they get there? Thats... a lot of space to traverse. I guess you could go some kind of Hyperdrive type deal, cause even with Faster than Light travel it'd take millions of years. It would also be super difficult to communicate with the space stations not in your own galaxy. There would be some serious lag. Unless, given that they were able to jump between galaxies, they had to go back to sending physical mail to each other. In which case I just thought of a great character :D
Oh, I like the Cosmarians.
Yala moved her brush over the dark skin in front of her, leaving a broad yellow line in it's wake. It curled around the shoulder and down under the clavicle until it met it's twin in the center of hunter's chest. Similar lines already covered his arms and legs. She dipped another tool into the paint – a small bone that had been flattened at the tip – and began doting white paint between the lines she had finished. As she painted, the chanting of the other men and women filled her ears as they performed similar work. Yala sang with them, but slightly quieter so that the other voices drowned her out. Truthfully, it was not one of her strongest skills.
She had been up before the sun this morning, which was not a habit for her but the importance of today's celebration more than warranted it. The sky had begun to brighten as Yala and four other young ones gathered water and brought it to the central fireplace, outside the elders' hut. It didn't take long to mix the paint; the ochres and clay powders had been prepared over the last several days. All that needed to be done was mix it with water and animal fat, and the paint would remain on the skin for most of the day. As the sun crested the horizon, they started singing. With the light, the village awoke. Most of the hunters were already awake and gathered nearby preparing for the hunt, but now all the Ansharin were about their days' business.
Yala stood back slightly and took in her work. The design was relatively simple, more would be added for the feast after the days hunt. But for now, the man was covered in a framework of lines that represented the boundaries of oasis and the surrounding hunting grounds. Later she would fill in details from today's and previous hunts. Yala bowed her head in respect to the elder man and moved to the next hunter who had just arrived.
'Oh' She thought, as she looked to where she thought his face would be. And as it turned out, wasn't.
Yala had not seen who the new arrival was. Which was ironic, as he was fairly hard to mistake. Without breaking the song though - it would continue until the hunting party left - Yala coated her brush in yellow paint again and set about following the lines that littered the young Akit'r's skin. Painting Tobu was always easy. Her brow soon furrowed in annoyance though. It was not past the first hour of sunlight, and the young man was already covered in sweat and dust. Normally, she would not have noticed, but this was probably going to affect how well the paint stuck to his skin. Yala's own painted skin - decorated by the others with patterns of arched white lines that layered over each other, like the scales of certain beasts out in the Dreamscape - would last until well after the feast but she doubted his would last 'till he returned to the village. She gave him a look of slight judgement as she brushed off what she could from the arm she was painting.
She had been up before the sun this morning, which was not a habit for her but the importance of today's celebration more than warranted it. The sky had begun to brighten as Yala and four other young ones gathered water and brought it to the central fireplace, outside the elders' hut. It didn't take long to mix the paint; the ochres and clay powders had been prepared over the last several days. All that needed to be done was mix it with water and animal fat, and the paint would remain on the skin for most of the day. As the sun crested the horizon, they started singing. With the light, the village awoke. Most of the hunters were already awake and gathered nearby preparing for the hunt, but now all the Ansharin were about their days' business.
Yala stood back slightly and took in her work. The design was relatively simple, more would be added for the feast after the days hunt. But for now, the man was covered in a framework of lines that represented the boundaries of oasis and the surrounding hunting grounds. Later she would fill in details from today's and previous hunts. Yala bowed her head in respect to the elder man and moved to the next hunter who had just arrived.
'Oh' She thought, as she looked to where she thought his face would be. And as it turned out, wasn't.
Yala had not seen who the new arrival was. Which was ironic, as he was fairly hard to mistake. Without breaking the song though - it would continue until the hunting party left - Yala coated her brush in yellow paint again and set about following the lines that littered the young Akit'r's skin. Painting Tobu was always easy. Her brow soon furrowed in annoyance though. It was not past the first hour of sunlight, and the young man was already covered in sweat and dust. Normally, she would not have noticed, but this was probably going to affect how well the paint stuck to his skin. Yala's own painted skin - decorated by the others with patterns of arched white lines that layered over each other, like the scales of certain beasts out in the Dreamscape - would last until well after the feast but she doubted his would last 'till he returned to the village. She gave him a look of slight judgement as she brushed off what she could from the arm she was painting.
And so it begins :D
Yeah I certainly wouldn't mind having more people come on board later, especially as the story moves into different parts of Eden and we meet new people. I think'll make for a really interesting cast of characters.
@Emma Ooh, yikes. No worries if you need to delay even further as well. Hope your mum is ok.
Oh man, you had me at 'blue, well-muscled woman on an alien motor bike' :D
I'm already in some RPs that should be starting soon, so I'll have to see how much time they're gonna take up, but I'd be down to join if they don't turn out too time consuming.
I'm already in some RPs that should be starting soon, so I'll have to see how much time they're gonna take up, but I'd be down to join if they don't turn out too time consuming.
As long as the Soylent's not green, I'm good :P
Name | Yala Jarra-Binalku
((Yah-lah Jah-rah-Bin-ahl-koo))
Gender | Female
Age | 23
Appearance | Yala is of medium height and was quite lanky in her youth but has since filled out as a young woman. She has the dark features expected of the Ansharin except for her eyes, which are a lighter brown with discernable amounts of green. Yala was born with her fathers hair which she wears in long locks that are most often tied back and unadorned for convenience, unless participating in a ceremony.
Personality | Quiet by nature, Yala is a woman of few words preferring to listen and observe, although she is not slow to action when it is called for. However, this has the unfortunate effect of making her seem cold and distant to others when really that is not case. Yala is quite affectionate towards those she comes to know well and shows a motherly concern over those younger than her. Sadly, she does not find a lot of time for making friends her age and spends most of her time with her mentor, Kirra. She is usually quite focused and her patience is long but not limitless, and her anger can be fierce when it's provoked.
Skills |
Dream Keeper (in training) - Yala has devoted much of her life to developing a deep and exact knowledge of the Dream. All Ansharin are familiar with the Dream, both young and old enjoy retelling the lore of their people, and always in ways as unique and alive as they are. However, knowledge cannot be stay true if it changes with each telling.
To ensure that knowledge remains consistent, a few individuals are selected from every generation to learn the Dream as it has been told since The Silence. They might not make for the most enthralling recountings but this process is what keeps the Dream intact and to Yala there is nothing more important than that.
Painting - Yala's favourite form of interpretation of the Dream is art. With a steady hand and eye for detail, Yala paints the symbols and imagery illustrating great stories on sand, instruments and on the bodies of others when certain ceremonies call for it.
((Yah-lah Jah-rah-Bin-ahl-koo))
Gender | Female
Age | 23
Appearance | Yala is of medium height and was quite lanky in her youth but has since filled out as a young woman. She has the dark features expected of the Ansharin except for her eyes, which are a lighter brown with discernable amounts of green. Yala was born with her fathers hair which she wears in long locks that are most often tied back and unadorned for convenience, unless participating in a ceremony.
Personality | Quiet by nature, Yala is a woman of few words preferring to listen and observe, although she is not slow to action when it is called for. However, this has the unfortunate effect of making her seem cold and distant to others when really that is not case. Yala is quite affectionate towards those she comes to know well and shows a motherly concern over those younger than her. Sadly, she does not find a lot of time for making friends her age and spends most of her time with her mentor, Kirra. She is usually quite focused and her patience is long but not limitless, and her anger can be fierce when it's provoked.
Skills |
Dream Keeper (in training) - Yala has devoted much of her life to developing a deep and exact knowledge of the Dream. All Ansharin are familiar with the Dream, both young and old enjoy retelling the lore of their people, and always in ways as unique and alive as they are. However, knowledge cannot be stay true if it changes with each telling.
To ensure that knowledge remains consistent, a few individuals are selected from every generation to learn the Dream as it has been told since The Silence. They might not make for the most enthralling recountings but this process is what keeps the Dream intact and to Yala there is nothing more important than that.
Painting - Yala's favourite form of interpretation of the Dream is art. With a steady hand and eye for detail, Yala paints the symbols and imagery illustrating great stories on sand, instruments and on the bodies of others when certain ceremonies call for it.
Equipment |
- Woven shoulder satchel
- Ochre and dyed powders + associated painting utensils
- Small waterskin
- Small Ngarlak tusk knife with a rounded end for grinding
Biography | With two of her grandparents being Elders and her late father a brave hunter that is remembered within the Dream, Yala grew up with the esteem of most in the tribe. At first, it was expected that she would become a hunter like her father but, while she did show some natural talent, Yala became more inclined towards the pursuit knowledge.
In her fifteenth year, Yala was chosen to become one of her generation's Dream Keepers. Whether or not either of her grandparents had to do with the choice – as is sometimes quietly suggested by the tribesmen and women – none can say she did not take to her new duties with dedication. Under the mentorship of Kirra, Keeper of her mother's generatine, Yala spent the next seven years learning the tales of the Dream she herself would eventually pass on.
One day however, she overstepped her boundaries and asked her mentor about The Silence. Kirra's usually kind face immediately turned stony. Her words were spoken with thin patience as she told Yala she would never inherit that information. In fact, Kirra herself would not either. The current Elders had made a decision that, for the safety of the Ansharin people, their knowledge of the time before The Silence would die with them.
Yala heard but could scarcely believe. The Elders do not need to be told the Dream is the history of their people, the world; it contained lessons on what to hunt and what to leave be, Songlines which told the hunters what paths the animals would follow in certain seasons and where the other tribes of the Dreamscape lied in relation to their home. You cannot simply cut out what you do not wish to... Yala could not understand. When she argued as much to Kirra, she was harshly dismissed and told to meditate on her transgression; after all, she was by no means above the taboo.
Disconcerted, she returned home. Yala had always thought the Elders right in keeping dangerous knowledge a secret but it is one thing to safeguard against misuse, this was another entirely. Yala followed her mentor's advice and thought deeply about that days' lesson.
In her fifteenth year, Yala was chosen to become one of her generation's Dream Keepers. Whether or not either of her grandparents had to do with the choice – as is sometimes quietly suggested by the tribesmen and women – none can say she did not take to her new duties with dedication. Under the mentorship of Kirra, Keeper of her mother's generatine, Yala spent the next seven years learning the tales of the Dream she herself would eventually pass on.
One day however, she overstepped her boundaries and asked her mentor about The Silence. Kirra's usually kind face immediately turned stony. Her words were spoken with thin patience as she told Yala she would never inherit that information. In fact, Kirra herself would not either. The current Elders had made a decision that, for the safety of the Ansharin people, their knowledge of the time before The Silence would die with them.
Yala heard but could scarcely believe. The Elders do not need to be told the Dream is the history of their people, the world; it contained lessons on what to hunt and what to leave be, Songlines which told the hunters what paths the animals would follow in certain seasons and where the other tribes of the Dreamscape lied in relation to their home. You cannot simply cut out what you do not wish to... Yala could not understand. When she argued as much to Kirra, she was harshly dismissed and told to meditate on her transgression; after all, she was by no means above the taboo.
Disconcerted, she returned home. Yala had always thought the Elders right in keeping dangerous knowledge a secret but it is one thing to safeguard against misuse, this was another entirely. Yala followed her mentor's advice and thought deeply about that days' lesson.
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