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Mon, 08 Oct 2012 16:38:00 +0800

Name: Paris Lee
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance:

Hair color: Naturally dark brown, but is almost always bleached a lighter shade of brown, sometimes blond.
Eye color: Naturally brown, but he sometimes opts for lighter colored lenses, typically blue or grey.
Height: Approximately 170cm/5’7” in height.
Build: Slim and lithe, lost a lot of his baby fat as he grew up (and thus the feminine edge of his youthful appearance) and now looks unquestionably male.
Dress style: Paris has, for the most part, given up the bright colors and androgynous style he used so liberally as a child, but still keeps a few of his favorite pieces to use as accent colors. He still likes purple, but limits it to more subdued lighter and darker tones instead of the nearly-neon shade he favored in the past. In addition to that, he wears a lot of blacks and greys.

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Name: Paris Lee
Age: 13
Gender: Doesn’t really care/think about it, presumably male.
Sex: Male
Orientation: Asexual/doesn’t think about it. Paris isn’t interested at sex at his age, and is still, for the most part, in the ‘ewww cooties!’ stage in regards to romantic feelings towards either gender. He will, however, exploit other people’s romantic feelings towards him if he thinks he can get something out of it— this is mainly in the form of milking items or virtual money off his suitors in the MMORPGs he plays (usually with an underlevelled female avatar/character).
Appearance:

Hair color: Naturally dark brown. Usually bleached or dyed. Styles differ, usually short. Wears a neutral colored wig to school to hide his hair if it is dyed an unnatural color.
Eye color: Brown. Usually wears golden lenses, except for when at school.
Height: 155cm / 5’1”
Build: Skinny and straight. Petite. With the right angle and lighting can appear very feminine.
Dress style: BRIGHT. Somewhere between decora and scene, mostly male-presenting but sometimes wears more feminine articles.

Personality:
Cheerful, chatty and friendly, likes talking to people online. Enjoys videogames, MMORPGs and forums.
Slightly more reserved in person, but still friendly to anyone who talks to him.
Bio:
Paris is your average kid— caring parents, no siblings, a pet dog, lives in an apartment in a nice neighbourhood and goes to a nearby private school in Auckland, New Zealand. He’s of mixed heritage, father being Chinese and mother Caucasian. Average to good results in school, fairly quiet when on campus. Enjoys being at home on the computer or gaming consoles, playing with the family dog or just hanging around Timezone in the CBD waiting for the Para Para Paradise and DDR machines to be free.
Online, he fronts as a girl where it isn’t possible for him to not input a gender, finding it fun to trick people into thinking he’s something he’s not. First it was just using a female avatar on MMORPGs, but now he also enjoys messing around on chat sites like Omegle and ChatRoulette, using a low-res webcam to help hide his natural gender. His online life and his offline life are completely separate, and it’s one of his biggest fears that someone online would find and recognise him offline.

30 Days of Writing - Restless

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 18:30:00 +0800

He wanted out.

As he grew up, Hadarunn got more and more fretful, trapped in his mother’s hometown in the mountains.

It was a long way to travel to get to any of the big cities, and a sizeable portion of it he had to leg it on foot— the closest town that had any kind of public transport to any of the cities was a day’s trek northwest, and then once he got there it would be another day and a half of travel to get to Fjor, in the demon country. There were closer cities, true, but the youth was so sick of the mountains that he had decided not to go anywhere where he could still glimpse them on the horizon.

He dreamed of going to the city of Nezar, in the Quasar, the imp country across the ocean. But it would be far more expensive to get there, as sea-travel was expensive, and going by air even more so. As a student fresh out of school, he didn’t have a lot of spare credits, and he didn’t want to ask his mother to fund him— she’d offered him some money when she heard he wanted to leave, but he refused to take too much.

Fjor would have to do, until he could make enough for a trip to Quasar.

He was restless enough at home, as it was.

Blood purity. It was hard, the young elf boy thought, clenching his fists as his peers discussed...

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 18:13:00 +0800

Blood purity.

It was hard, the young elf boy thought, clenching his fists as his peers discussed people with mixed heritage. It was hard, he thought, as they talked about how the children of interracial parents were not at fault for their parents’ crime. It was hard, he thought, as they so passionately insisted that they would not treat half-breed individuals any differently, when every single half-blood child of every age had been ostracised just because they weren’t ‘pure’, because their precious elf blood was tainted by imp genes, by demon genes, by human genes.

It pissed him off.

He hated the racism.

He hated having to hide what he’d inherited from his father.

He hated having even inherited his father’s blood.

He hated his un-‘pure’ half.

If only they knew that he wasn’t what his mother and he had led them to believe.

Oh, they’d have a right field day. He would go from well-liked to lower than dirt in the blink of an eye.

Even though in the capital cities and major colonies and settlements of the four continents, peoples of different races co-existed quite happily alongside each other, in the more rural areas and smaller towns xenophobia, racism and discrimination against half-breeds was commonplace. Interracial couplings and mixed-blood children were frowned upon outside the big cities. Each race thought that it the best race and all others were inferior. Elves looked down on their grey-skinned demon cousins, who in turn looked down on the primitive humans, who viewed the scantily dressed imps with distaste, who in turn thought the elves too hung up on the old ways.

The little hometown Hadarunn’s mother brought him back to after his hume father’s death was no different. She knew this, and taught him never to mention his father, taught him never to mention his human heritage. He’d inherited his mother’s pale hair and skin, and elf genetic diversity was great enough that nobody paid any mind to his dark eyes and short stature.

As a young child, Hadarunn didn’t understand the weight behind his secret, but held his tongue nevertheless to please his mother. It was only closer to his adolescence when he discovered the gravity of the matter.

Two families had moved to the little elf town of Saijan, with the elf parent of both families bringing their spouse and young children back to the hometown of their youths. One was a young woman with a demon husband and two beautiful dusky cold-skinned twins, and the other a tall elf with an expecting imp wife.

The town’s inhabitants treated the returning elves neutrally, and their families politely but curtly, showing their displeasure at having to deal with people of other races, and their disapproval of the two elves’ choice of mate.

The two young half-demon girls were not spared either. They were roughly the same age as Hadarunn, and the three shared a few classes.

At first, the boy was ecstatic that he was no longer the only half-blood in the town, and greeted the new girls with much cheer. His mother had warned him not to tell them that he too was of mixed heritage, and he didn’t understand why, but after a few days it all became clear to him, and he was horrified.

He was the only one who was even remotely nice to them.

Aside from the instructors during class, none of the other children spoke to them unless absolutely necessary. Like their parents, the young elves were curt every time they had to interact with the poor girls, and it was obvious that it distressed the twins.

They only lasted a few months. Their father was a strong, even-tempered man, and weathered the cold reception he received from the people of his wife’s hometown well, but both he and his wife couldn’t take how the other children ostracised their daughters, choosing to pack up and leave Saijan for a bigger city. The man with the imp wife too left quickly, taking his wife and newborn son and vacating their small home as soon as their baby was born, not wishing their young son to have to endure the discrimination when he got older.

Many other half-blood elf children came and went in Hadarunn’s school, none lasting very long against the cold wall of distaste that they were faced with, though none stuck in the boy’s mind as much as the two demon twins did. He stopped trying to interact with them, and his treatment of them begun to mirror how the other children treated these newcomers.

The secret of his heritage grew ever heavier on his heart.

He began to hate having to keep this secret.

He began to hate the secret.

He began to hate the half of him that forced him to keep the secret.

When another classmate started listing off all the mixed-blood children she’d been nice to over the years despite “the the sin of their parents”, as she called it, Hadarunn couldn’t help letting a short bark of laughter escape him.

“Bullshit,” he said, turning to face them. “You turned your nose up at that boy with the human mother just two seasons ago. Refused to talk to him at all and pretended he didn’t exist, that’s what you really did.” Turning back to his own work, the elf boy added passionately, “Not like he didn’t deserve it anyway, the filthy halfbreed.”

30 Days of Writing - Promise

Tue, 10 Jul 2012 23:09:00 +0800

He promised they’d be together forever as their fingers intertwined.

He promised that he loves her as they pressed closer together.

He promised that he would always be there for her as he brushed the hair out of her face.

He promised that he would never hurt her as he kissed her forehead.

She cried into her hands, sitting alone on a park bench in the pouring rain, after he carelessly broke her heart and left her for a prettier girl.

He promised.

30 Days of Writing - Outside

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 17:35:50 +0800

Being friends with Zhao Wen certainly had Alex stepping way outside his normal circle of comfort, the latter quietly mused over his laptop keyboard as his friend yammered on loudly to nobody in particular about some asian band concert happening in the next week.

Alexander Ryans was an introvert through and through, whereas Ng Zhao Wen and his girlfriend Choi Min-ji were extroverts through and through.

While Alex preferred silence, reading books and writing on his laptops in quiet corners, Zhao Wen insisted on being exuberant and loud, and bouncing basketballs off unbreakable things in public places… and sometimes other kinds of spherical things against breakable ones items too.

One would think that personalities such as these would clash terribly, but somehow Alex and Zhao Wen found it easy to get along. Min-ji had once joked that she was expecting a dramatic highschool movie-type enmity between the two, and was disappointed that it never happened.

As it was, the two started off in the same college dorm and now shared an apartment, and spent most of their lunch breaks and free time hanging together around campus, like today.

They had started seated around the cafeteria table: Alex with his laptop in front of him and notepaper piled in stacks beside it and on the seat next to him and bag on the seat on his other side; Zhao Wen across the table, nearly empty food tray before him, chattering rapidly about whatever it was he was interested in at the moment and managing to shovel his food down his throat at the same time; and Min-ji beside him looking more interested in trying to read Alex’s notes upside down than listen to Zhao Wen talk again about the same baseball match he’d repeated to them the night before.

“Hey Alex Ryans, you moving or not?”

That’s how they had started, but while Alex was rolling around in his thoughts, Zhao Wen and Min-ji had decided that lounging under a tree in the grassy knoll outside was a good idea. Apparently they had mentioned it to Alex while he was distracted, and he seemed to have made an affirmatory gesture or sound of some sort, because they were on their feet and had their bags over their shoulders.

Whoops.

“Come on, Alex! The sun won’t wait for you, you know!”

Alex sighed as he gathered up his papers and closed his laptop, but his lips were curved upwards into a smile as he followed his friends out of the cafeteria.

30 Days of Writing - Beginning

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 00:11:00 +0800

Pixel sprites with text floating above their heads ran across the dungeon map, flashing and affecting over-the-top grimaces as they ran into monsters and cast spells. A simply-dressed female sprite, her floating text labelling her as ‘Kizon’, made her way over to a party of rogues and assassins, hopping the best she could over the monsters, but loosing a lot of hitpoints in the meantime.

“hey im new, can train me?”

She was forced to hang from a ladder to avoid damage from the very obviously higher-levelled monsters populating this map as she tried to talk to them.

“idk hw i got here
i bought a map n used it
i cant get past the monsters 2 go bak”

The party, consisting of only male players were silent for a little while, before a small speech bubble with flashing ellipses appeared above one of them. Before he could respond though, she quickly added on to her original statement.

“if u guys dnt want 2 train me its ok 2
just help me get out is enuff”

It wasn’t needed though.

“its ok we add u 2 party
gonna farm here 4 a bit newai”

“thx so much guys!!!
so i just hang here 4 a while?”

“yea k dats fine
talk 2 me whn u 5 lvls higher
then we can get u out”

Kizon’s sprite displayed a grinning animated emoticon in a speech bubble in response as her new party members moved across the screen and continued to clear out the monsters spawning there.

What the other players couldn’t see was the child piloting the female newbie grinning broadly from ear to ear upon reading the offer, obviously not as new to the game as they were led to believe. The low-levelled girl probably wasn’t even a first character, either.

The child leaned back, watching the EXP points and gold rise rapidly even without having to lift a finger.

This is going to be the beginning of a beautiful, profitable friendship.

- Minor character profiles

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 14:15:00 +0800

Selene Allens (née Jourdain)
51.
Blue eyed with dark blond hair, slim and stands at about 6’.
French woman originally from France, moved to America for university in her late teens. Married a 30-year-old frenchman she met whilst in America when she was 22 (marriage lasted all of two and a half years), divorced him shortly after Louis was born when she was 25. She doesn’t talk about her ex-husband a lot. She married Kenichi when she was 29, gave birth to Marie when she was 30 and Zoé when she was 32.

Kenichi Allens
56
Black haired and brown eyed, wide-shouldered but not bulky. Stands at about 6’, just a hair shorter than Selene. Rather caucasian face structure— strong jaw, defined cheekbones and a sharp slim nose— with large asian eyes.
Born to a American Japanese mother and an American father, raised in America. Married Selene when he was 34.

Louis Jourdain-Allens
29
Born to a French father that he has no recollection of. Blue-eyed with light brown hair, with slightly softer features than that of a typical french man. Narrow shoulders and tall at 6’2”.
Zoé describes him as a “crusty old fart on the outside, but the sweetest thing on the planet as long as he believes nobody’s looking.” Quiet and even-tempered.

Marie Allens
21
Dark brown hair and dark hazel eyes, wide-shouldered and curvy, standing at 5’5”.
Sweet but short-tempered, Marie has the capability to be absolutely terrifying when she’s mad.
Despite Zoé being a good three inches taller than Marie and significantly skinnier, the younger girl still frequently borrows a lot of her older sister’s clothing.

Iskhandar Mohd Harris
22
Singaporean Malay in America for studies. Black-haired, brown-eyed and tan-skinned, Iskhandar is solidly built but short at 5’7”.
Zoé describes his personality as similar to her brother Louis’s, and finds it absolutely hilarious, but Iskhandar fails to see the humor in her statement.

Nathan James Keller
21
Australian father, American mother, born and raised in America. Brown-haired and hazel-eyed, stands at about 5’9”. Favors turtlenecks.

- Main character profiles

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 12:38:00 +0800

Jì Xuán 极玄
Yinglong (應龍)
1650 years old.
Rain/water elemental blue dragon, descended from a line of yellow dragons, one parent or one of their parents was probably a blue dragon. Breathes cold clouds and has general power over waters. Still relatively young for a dragon.
Lives in the mountains a little way from a city that he sometimes visits in his boredom, where he found Jing Bao.

Huò Jīng Bǎo 霍晶宝 (Crystal Tan)
Húli jīng (狐狸精)
Roughly 113 years old.
Born a male fox demon, he originally chose the human form of a woman as he was still too young to take on to take on the form of a man. He grew so used to living as a woman when in human form that when he was finally old enough to take the form of a human man, he just didn’t actually bother to make the switch, instead opting to live in the human world as a young girl, preferring the human lifestyle of a female.
Very calm and placid in demeanour. He dreams one day of being able to communicate with heaven and become a celestial fox.

JX struggled with his sexuality once he’d realised that Crystal is a /male/ fox spirit with a human female form, the former being something he couldn’t stop being hung up over, causing a bit of awkward tension between the two friends. Eventually they settle on an easy, comfortable more-than-friendship that is strictly platonic.

- Main character profiles

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 12:38:00 +0800

Zoé Kiwako Allens
19
French mother (Selene Jourdain), Japanese/American father (Kenichi Allens). [x] Formerly Claude Allens (no middle name), male-assigned at birth.
Expressive hazel eyes, soft lips and a strong nose. Hormones have softened the natural sharpness of her face, but it is still fairly angular. Naturally dark-haired, she likes wearing light-colored contacts and dyeing her hair blond. Stands at about 5’6 in height, and built wide-shouldered but otherwise slight.
Has an older half-brother (Louis Jourdain-Allens, born out of wedlock) and an older sister (Marie Allens) [x]
She was never very masculine, even as a child. She preferred playing dress up and dolls with Marie, and often opted for traditionally ‘female’ clothing choices. Her parents figured it was just a phase and that she’d grow out of it, dolls and pink flowery shirts and shoulder-length hair didn’t mean that their son was gay after all.
Around the time Zoé started school, Kenichi started putting in longer hours at work, having to leave early in the morning to get there on time and returning only late at night. Selene, too, became incredibly busy with volunteer and charity work in the neighbourhood church in addition to her job as a nurse in a nearby hospital. Despite that, she tried hard to be available for her children if they needed her.
Zoé was often picked on for how femininely she presented by her peers, and sometimes by the teachers. Later in her schooling life, she was occasionally physically assaulted by her schoolmates for being a ‘faggot’. Her friends would tease her as well sometimes, but those jabs were more of the good-natured, friendly kind rather than the aimed-to-hurt sort. Even so, it still got to her as she grew up.

Rafael Kraus
25
German/Austrian parents, grew up in America.
Strong featured face, framed with dark hair and even golden-brown eyes. Broad shoulders and sturdy build, but not overly muscular. About 6’1” in height.
Outwardly very sweet and terrifically charming, people find it hard to believe that someone with his personality coupled with his drop dead gorgeous appearance is still single. He always laughs and says he’s not very good at flirting

one thing about my characters/storylines that i find hilarious

Sun, 17 Jun 2012 05:39:00 +0800

i act like a fandom fanboy about my characters out of canon

i actually have like fanon headcanons about them???

like things that aren’t actually properly canon

also i ship them with other characters that would never happen in canon

casually ships a guy with another girl even though he has a canon girlfriend because SHIT I LIKE THAT PAIRING AND IT’S ADORABLE

sigh, researching Earth-based ethnicities and races for characters previously fantasy-based is fun...

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 16:37:22 +0800

sigh, researching Earth-based ethnicities and races for characters previously fantasy-based is fun (‘8

cries tears of blood???

Ylon - Fashion & Clothing Trends

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 15:25:00 +0800

Fashion styles are pretty divided across the races, with each different nationality having their own specific kind of clothing and aesthetic appearance. With the creation of modern cities, colonies and settlements into the countries of other races, people have started both mixing the styles for a more modern look and wearing the traditional clothes of other races so as to merge more seamlessly into the local communities.

Humans
Humans wear a lot of fur and animal leather, owing to their roots in the cold snowy mountains of their country. Those living in the warmer parts of the world have evolved their fashion to suit the hotter climate, limiting fur to the trim of their clothing, and wearing leather accessories or shoes rather than jackets or pants, opting instead for lighter fabrics in earthy, natural colors, and sometimes animal print as a focal point or highlight piece.

Longer hair is considered attractive in the human culture so most humans have hair that at least reaches their jaw. Fringes/bangs aren’t commonplace unless the wearer has hair past their shoulders. The men wear their hair shorter than the women for practicality’s sake, especially in the blue-collar industry. Male blue-collar workers have hair averaging around halfway down their neck to just brushing their shoulders at the very longest, and white-collar workers sometimes let theirs grow down to about breast-length, though jaw-length hair has started to become fashionable with human men. Female hair trends are similar to the males’, though their maximum length is slightly longer at around waist-length. Hair any longer than that is uncommon in both sexes.

Imps
They wear plenty of low-cut open-chested V-neck sleeveless shirts, even on females owing to the hot, muggy weather on their continent. Female breasts aren’t a sexual body part in imp society so nobody cares about a bit of cleavage, though some individuals of both genders wear fishnet, mesh tops or tops made of transparent or translucent fabric, with both fitted and flowing varieties being commonly seen. Shorts are common in imp fashion, ranging in length from minishorts to knee-length. Skirts aren’t a thing, with most imps finding them unpractical and uncomfortable, though sarongs are a common pick for lounge- or sleep-wear in both sexes. Heavy, laced-up or buckled-up boots are often worn, with males preferring to wear ankle-length socks that sit just out of sight of their short boots, and females opting for over-the-knee socks, thigh highs and tights with their boots. The height of their footwear range from ankle-high to knee-high, with male preferring shorter boots and females preferring taller ones, though it isn’t uncommon to have men wearing knee-highs and females wearing ankle-high boots. Legs are considered attractive in imp culture so imps tended to dress their lower halves to flatter them.

Imps favor shorter hair in general, with the longest fashionable hairstyle just brushing the shoulders, though some individuals sometimes grow out single sections past the length of the rest of their hair (eg: pixie-cut hair with a shallow curtain of longer hair past the collarbone at the nape of the neck; A-line haircut; short haircut with a single thin plait on one side of the head/a rat-tail/a thin plait on either side of the face, etc)

Elves
Elegantly dressed, elves favor pale blues, greys and silvers in their fashion, with long sleeves and high collars being commonplace. There are no robes for this race, but long coats and jackets are the in-thing, hooded ones being very popular amongst the youth in particular. Closed jackets cropped below the collarbone are also commonly worn over longer jackets and tops, those without sleeves worn over tops that have long sleeves and those with long sleeves used to cover up shirts without. Button-up or frog-closure shirts and blouses with long sleeves are a staple, with men often preferring fitted sleeves and women sometimes opting for billowy bell sleeves. Like the imps, legs are sensual in their culture but in contrast, elves tend to cover them up with long skirts and trousers.

Males favor longer hair than females do in elf culture, with most males having hair from shoulder to waist-length, while females usually wear theirs with lengths from pixie-cut to bust-length. This is not a general rule in bigger cities however, where it is socially acceptable for individuals of either gender to wear their hair as long or as short as they like.

Demons
Black and white are the staple colors of demon fashion, with paler demons usually wearing a black and darker-skinned ones opting for white. The ones with a more neutral skintone sometimes add a splash of one highlight color to their garb, and the ones with undertones to their skin adding either a contrast color or a complimentary color. Bare shoulders are commonplace, even sexy, with a lot of younger demons especially wearing sleeveless garb, sometimes paired with fingerless or long gloves and armwarmers. Like in elf fashion, cropped jackets— though demon-style cropped jackets are all sleeveless and cropped below the bustline— are also popular amongst demons, some opting for jackets with a cropped front and a longer back. Shorts and miniskirts aren’t really a thing for this race though articles of the sort do exist, most choosing to wear tailored pants or long fitted skirts with a slit up the side or the back for mobility. Silver or metal jewellery and accessories complete the look, with the style of the accessories differing from individual to individual— elegant, ornate jewellery is just about as easily found as spikes and chains.

Like elves, demon men favor long hair whilst women usually opt to wear theirs short. In children though it is very uncommon for individuals of either gender to have hair anywhere past the shoulders, for the sake of easy maintenance due to the texture of demon hair.

i swear, i get more productive when i have shit to do

Mon, 21 May 2012 07:14:15 +0800

also in the mood to draw stuff but i’m working on commissions and my computer can’t handle multiple big sketch files open at once oTZ

time to crack out the sketchbook???

Chasing Your Demons - Main character profiles

Mon, 21 May 2012 06:58:00 +0800

Emaen Naral
Demon
Grey-skinned with an undertone of purple, white-haired and golden eyed. His hair is naturally wavy and voluminous, as a child he wore it short (no longer than shoulder-length, more frequently chin-length) but as he got older he grew it out and dreaded it, sometimes wearing the dreads in a low ponytail.
Approximately 74 years old— fairly young for a demon. Would be considered around early to mid twenties in human equivalents.
Skilled archer. Prefers steel arrows and a fiberglass laminated flatbow, owns an automated quiver that isolates single arrows for use in battle, eliminating the scramble for an arrow. Also fairly skilled with knives and basic defensive martial arts. Knows how to use guns but prefers not to use them.
Not very built for what he wields, but wiry and capable. Very slim, and a little short for his age— a little bit of a sore spot when he was growing up.
Left-handed.
Both his parents were demons. His mother (Kyara Hjal) was a woman with medium-grey skin with a hint of purple, pale orange eyes and silver hair, and his father (Jieraan Naral) was a pale-skinned man with pale brown eyes and white hair. They met at (city) in (country) a few years after Jieraan was relocated to (city) by his workplace. They got married within a decade, and had Emaen not long after.

Hadarunn
Half-elf, half-human, identifies as an elf.
Pale blond hair and dark blue eyes. Slim, on the tall side, and
Approximately 65 years old. Fairly young for an elf, would normally be considered still in their teens in human equivalents, but his ageing is accelerated slightly by his human genes. He is closer to being equivalent to a human in his early twenties.
Better sight and keener hearing than a normal human, but these senses aren’t as sharp as that of a pureblood elf.
Hadarunn’s mother was an elf, with white blond hair and pale blue-grey eyes, and his father a human with dark brown eyes and pale brown hair. His parents met in a city named (??), the biggest multiracial city in (elf country)— his father was born and raised in a smaller human/goblin settlement town about an hour away and moved to the city looking for work, and his mother was from the country and had moved to the city to further her education and look for work. After Hadarunn’s father died (at the early age of 57) when Hadarunn was only 8 (still barely past his toddler stage), his mother moved back to her home town to live with her parents, taking him with her. Her town was not a very liberal town, so she hadn’t told her parents much about her son’s father— only that she had met him in the city and that he’d died in a work-related accident. Her parents naturally assumed she had met another elf and married him. As Hadarunn was lucky enough to inherit his mother’s pale hair and pointed ears, she was able to pass him off as a pureblood from the rest of the townspeople. He knew of his own heritage, but was forced to keep it secret for fear of discrimination.
In his late forties, Hadarunn moved back to the city he was born in, and a decade later, travelled to [demon country] before settling down. These moves were hard on him, having been raised amongst only elves and having very little experience dealing with the other races. He struggled with internalized xenophobia/racism, having had to deal with hiding his human parentage and hating having to hide it, and by extension, hating his human half. He inherited a human surname from his father, but he chose not to use it unless legally necessary, opting instead to use a single name like the rest of the elves.

Ylon - Races

Sat, 19 May 2012 14:22:00 +0800

Ylon is a fantasy world, but set in a more modern time.

Demons, imps, elves and humans co-exist together in a precarious balance, similar to how the nations lived in Avatar Aang’s time after the 100 Year War (around when he was a teenager/young adult)— for the most part fairly segregated across the countries with several big cities, colonies and settlements housing two or more different races. Those living in the more rural areas tended to be more racist towards those of the other races, whereas those in the city areas are slightly more tolerant. Others still do not harbour any ill feeling towards those of other races, and some even marry and settle down with partners of a different race to them.

Inter-racial marriage and breeding is more an exception than a rule, though as time goes on the occupants of this world grow more tolerant of interspecies relationships. Racism towards half-breeds is common, but if you’re blessed with genes that allow you to pass as someone of one race or another, you’d be fairly alright.

Humans
Humans are your generic homo sapiens sapiens. No magic, no superpowers, just your regular non-bender, Muggle, etc. The only race on this world without pointed ears of some sort.

They tend to live in the colder parts of the world, some human civilizations living up in the snowy mountains, so they tend to be of light skin, though humans living closer to the planet’s equator tend towards more tanned skin, though they are born pale. Eyecolor ranges from green to dark brown. Black eyes are uncommon, but do pop up from time to time, and are thought to be highly attractive. Blue and grey eyes are not genetically possible for pureblood humans, though humans with an elf parent sometimes inherit their eyecolor. Hair color varies from pale brown and ginger all the way to dark brown and black. Platinum/white blond and blond hair is not genetically possible for pureblood humans, though it is possible for humans with demon or elf parents to have paler hair than pureblood humans.

The average human lives to about 80 years of age.

The human country is in the far north of the planet, the mainly-human capital city being one of the southernmost-located civilizations in the country.

Imps
Imps tend to be on the shorter side of humans, though this is only a generalization and there have been a handful of known imps who have grown to be as tall as an average male human.

Largely pale blue-skinned, though the blues can stretch from pale teal and almost blue-green to a rich blue-purple. Their eartips curve up and inwards, similar to those of the Vulcans of Star Trek. Pureblood imps have hair ranging from mid-brown and auburn to black, the darkness of their hair depending on their skincolor and the hair of their parents. Paler imps tended to have paler hair, and dark-skinned imps darker hair. They also tend to be red-eyed with large pupils, iris colors ranging anywhere from orange to pink. Pureblood imps will not have blond hair, though it is possible for the offspring of a imp and a demon or an elf to have hair that’s a lighter brown all the way to dark blond.

Imps are physically stronger than humans and have a far better sense of smell than humans and elves, but have the shortest lifespan out of all of the sentient races on the planet, reaching sexual maturity and the prime of their lives faster than the other races. The average imp lives to about 40 - 50 years.

Imp territory is set on a large continent just north of the equator, the country covering most of the southern side of the land, the northernmost borders being just shy of having a very mild four seasons throughout the year.

Elves
Elves tend to be, on a whole, taller and more willowy than a human.

They are pale-skinned, close in tone to humans living at the planet’s extremities, but those who live closer to the equator do not take on the same tan that the humans do. Their hair ranges from platinum/white blond all the way to pale brown, and it is genetically impossible for a pureblood elf to have hair any darker. The colors of elves eyes tend to be in the blue or grey range, and as a whole tended to be pale. Dark blue and dark grey eyes exist, but they are uncommon, and as a result thought to be very attractive.

Elves tended to be slightly weaker physically than humans, but they have far better eyesight and hearing, and have the best memory out of all of the races. They are also the longest-lived and reach their prime slowest. The average elf lives to about 150 - 200.

The elf country is on the far south of the planet, though not as far south as the human country is north. (Think Australia, as opposed to Canada)

Demons
Demons are not, as their names imply, actually demons. They are closer to being dark-skinned cousins to the elves, being similar in height and build as them. Saying something like that within hearing range of an elf or demon would probably get you lynched however. The two races are convinced they are completely unrelated.

They are grey-skinned, the shades ranging from pale grey to a dark, purplish grey. Completely unsaturated skintones exist, but it is more common for demons to have a light hint of a different color in their skin, and it tends to be from a colder color group than a warm one. Purple and pink tones are very common. Eyecolors tend to be in the yellow group— goldens, oranges and browns. Oranges and browns are the most common, and goldens and true yellows the least. Any other eyecolor would come from a non-demon parent. Demon eyes have the appearance of ‘blind’ eyes— eyes where the pupils are not black— they appear the same color as an individual’s iris, with a darker ring at the edge of the pupil, similar to the eyes of a rat. On darker-eyed demons, the pupils are hard to see against the iris and they look like they just have a solid colored bead set into their eyeball where the iris and pupil should sit. The pupils are easier to see in lighter-eyed demons. Demons have white and silver hair that is paler than their skin, and like imps, it is linked to their skintone and the haircolor of their parents. Lighter-skinned demons tended towards white hair and darker demons tended towards silver-grey hair. Their ears tend to be both long and tall, pointing away from the head at an angle. Some individuals have ears that point away horizontally or close to horizontally, though this trait is uncommon.

Demons are taller and slimmer, and tend to be slightly weaker physically than humans, but also tend to have a higher intellect than them. They are stockier and slightly shorter than elves, with longer ears and longer fingers and toes. Demons are capable of focusing their minds/bodies and giving themselves a temporary spurt of increased speed/energy/power/accuracy, which at first appears to be witchcraft or magic, but just happens to be something they are biologically capable of doing. This trait can be passed down to offspring with a non-demon partner. Longer-lived than humans, demons have a similar lifespan length as elves, but on average elves live about a few decades longer. The average demon lives to about 150.

The demon country is split between two continents, the southern part of the country sharing the same continent as the elf country.

i was sorely tempted to make my bakeneko character a kitsune or a húli jīng solely so i can draw...

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 13:44:00 +0800

i was sorely tempted to make my bakeneko character a kitsune or a húli jīng solely so i can draw leaves on his head when he’s in human form.

it actually would have worked for his background, because some kitsune do assumed the form of beautiful young girls or women to romance men (cat spirits may sometimes take the form of a human girl so their owners can marry them and bear their children). i’m not sure about húli jīng however, as uncovered less information about it, and they’re more geared to seduce men to drive them to destruction if they take the form of a human woman (though there are chinese fox spirits who are content to commit to a conventional marriage and settle down happily with their human husbands and children).

on the other hand, it would have meant searching for an appropriate-sounding name again (not that i didn’t do a shitload of googling for names that japanese people give their cats) rather than putting together a cute sound and ‘nyan’ or ‘tan’.

and in the case of the japanese kitsune… trying to figure out how he ended up abandoned near a chinese mountain anyway. did he move to china with his human husband, who later finds out his wife is a fox spirit who has to leave because of this discovery?

actually, that might be interesting, and a stronger background than a cat turning into a girl to marry his owner.

what do?

oh man, i thought trying to find the perfect mountain in china was bad, but. why can’t i find...

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 01:23:00 +0800

oh man, i thought trying to find the perfect mountain in china was bad, but.

why can’t i find exactly how cats turn into bakeneko aside from lol they want to eat their owners and all their family members?

one thing about creating a mythical creature character....

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 00:24:08 +0800

some of the things involving these creatures are hilarious.

researching eastern dragons (specifically chinese yìnglóng) for a character’s background, and a website says that “When the first crack appeared in an egg, the parents each cried out. The father’s cry whipped up the winds, and the mother’s cry calmed them. Lashing rain and booming thunder rocked the world as the egg burst open and the young dragon was born,” and “Some dragons lay eggs near mountain streams, and then desert them. The hen-sized eggs look like beautiful stones. The eggs hatch when lightning flashes in the sky.”

i basically just laughed for five minutes at how it was worded and went with it. it sounds ridiculous and overdramatic, but it’s apparently how these mythical creatures work and i’m just going to roll with it.

damian's hard character-building life 2012

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 22:01:00 +0800

for one of my characters, i need to find a mountain in china close to a lake and a city where the temperature around the top third to a quarter of the mountain is cold enough for it to either snow or have ice (even if it’s only in winter???).

i’m having difficulty finding the perfect mountain…….

in addition, i’m having fun trying to plot how two mythological creatures from two different asian countries would meet. no, really, it’s actually fun.