Post by nEwOL握敵 on Aug 8, 2012 8:18:54 GMT -5
My most favorite most amazing, most wonderful character ever, Zaratul, he was the most hard one ever to RP. I have to talk about him now. I’m ready to let go of him, to move on from the trail of tragedy and joy that was his story, ready to let him off my shoulders, him and all the other characters I don’t need to carry around anymore, so I’ma just share em out here where you guys won’t judge. They are all very important to me. Every one of these characters represent a part of me, and I’ll have to do this one at a time to remain orginzed in my thoughts. I’ll start with the beginning, the very first one, and work my way to Zaratul. I have been through a lot of characters, and I’ve never forgotten one. I remember em all. I just wanna share this stuff cause it helps me to let go of it, which I believe at this point is healthy, and frees up space in me for more. Feel free to comment, please. Share your thoughts on these characters. That’s part of the reason why I’m doin’ this, cause I wanna share em with ya, which elsewhere I wouldn’t care for. Nothing short of family deserves to see. =^_^=
Runner.
Let me start by saying I don’t know why the hell I stayed through all this. As a whole my time in this family just wasn’t worth it.
Runner was a timber wolf, and most importantly, he was my first character ever. Runner was square one. I was younger, less mature. You know how the story goes. I recommend you all read the book Runt, its short; I read it in elementary school. In the book all the wolves where named for what they where best at, their mother sensed it at birth and named them. That book was square one of my fascination with wolves and so when it came time to start Rping and I needed a name for a wolf, Runner. Because, yes, he could run damn fast. I was still on Neopets and so he had no real story, just whatever feet the board I was on. That changed when I was invited to a site called Tanvaugh. Everyone there was so good at Roleplaying, and I was the new kid on the block. I sucked at roleplaying. I genuinely did. I don’t know what the Admin saw in me, but I stuck around Damnit. Runner was a wolf how was born with two brothers, that is common for Zaraidd litters to always equal three. They left home, Zaraidnor, Which at the time was just a huge area on the coast near a huge mountain range with a forest of evergreens, you know, the trees that stay green all year round and always have needles on them and stuff, and it was always winter there. I don’t thing I ever made up my mind weather our not it was because the where kicked out for something or because they wanted to. Their names where Nair, Nym, and Runner. But the point is it was short lived. The went their separate ways early one and Runner fell in with a group of loners that had banded together out of a sense of fellowship and belonging nowhere but belonging together, and having nothing but each other. A theme that I didn’t realize at the time would be so reacquiring element in the story of Zaraidd. They where all timber wolves, my favorite breed of wolf hands down. Hunter, a kind hearted bear of a wolf who cared for the members of his group above everything else. He died at the hands of Narth, a white wolf, to give time for the others to escape. Snow, an equally kind hearted fea. She wasn’t very developed, I just know that she ended up finding a pack and taking a mate, I never developed him in any way, just generic male timber wolf with which Snow was happy. And Rage, a overly aggressive drug addict. Rage represented the deepest, darkest corners of myself. He thought about suicide every now and again, was always anger on some level or another, got high (the one thing on this list I didn’t do but it fit the character) and hardly ever slept. He wasn’t a good character and followed my theme of simple words for names. Tanvaugh’s just a damn dream, it was so long ago it seems, at least that’s how it feels. Runner, Snow, and Rage went their separate ways shortly after Hunter’s death, and he wandered until he made it to a land called Tanvaugh, where he was greeted and joined the pack there. This is where the story I used as his history stops
This is where the story from the roleplaying begins.
It’s beta was a wolf named Bolconine. A tyrant with a German accent. He wasn’t kind to Runner and at the time there was a rapist on the loose in Tanvaugh. When the hunt started for that wolf, named Novocain, Runner gave away their position in trying to stop a black wolf named Leon from jumping cover and going after Novocain himself, ruining the current plan, I still to this day don’t understand. Leon broke cover first. All I did was have Runner try to stop him for the sake of the plan, and yeah, he broke cover in the process, but he didn’t break it first. And yet he still took the fall. And as a character he was ruined. As a Roleplayer, I never recovered on Tanvaugh. Yeah, when it did get better and people saw the skill starting to burst forth, the defiant light and wanted to let me in and thread with me, I would thread. But I never trusted them outside Dal and Buck. I… I just don’t understand it, I still don’t to this day. Leon didn’t even get a slap on the wrist, and he broke cover first. I was just trying to react, Damnit! WHY!? What the hell!? Burn the noob because he tried to do something, because he tried to RP! All I did was… all I did was try. I just don’t get it… Its bad enough that event there, but when I say Runner took the fall, Damnit, he took it. Leon bullied him from then on, Bolconine thought his bloodline not worth shit, and ninety percent of the back looked down on him from then on, but in this I learned something about Runner(myself) he was a survivor. He endured. He gained a best friend, Uproar, Rped by Dal, my first Rpin’ best buddy, she was. She was never mean to me. He and Runner grew to be true chums. Old drinkin’ buddies. That kind of think. And he even took on a mate! Her name was, because of this, one of the most beautiful names in my opinion. Molly. It was meant to be. Buck Rped Molly, and she was more then tolerant of my inability to properly transfer the story in my brain to my posts. Despite my inexperience, these two had a love story that still to this day makes my heart warm. And as they grew from young barely out of their teens characters in levels of maturity into adults, oh holy crap bro, did that Survivor really shine. In character, Runner was rapidly regaining respect in character, the other characters where realizing that this wolf had lived on the fringes, the very bitter edge, of the pack, in a pack infamous for seeing wolves who fell to that level die alone of some unfortunate even or another like simply loosing the will to live, laying down, and welcoming the embrace of death. He became strong, resilient, and defiant. I recall in one thread with the packs head warrior, who was just wandering the pack lands one day, coming across Runner, a fuller, taller, stronger Runner and being in complete and utter awe of the wolf before him. Its one of the small handful of saved threads I still have from back then. The verbal exchange went a like this. I won’t bother you with anything past that cause, frankly, I don’t want to. Tanvaugh was my journey.
“Y-you. Your still…”
“Yes Del. I’m still here.”
“But… But how, you fell to the edge.”
“Yeah. And I know why wolves don’t last there. I saw it with my own eyes, I felt it with my own soul, every day I woke up and the sun still shown through, and I just wanted release from this little private hell I was in!”
“Then… Then how? How Runner, its unheard of. You shouldn’t still be here. I have to know how.”
“Humph. You really want to know? Oh I should be honored that the great Warrior wants to hear tales of one so lowly as me. Why do you suddenly care, prick?”
“Don’t toy with me runt! Don’t get Smart with me! I am your superior and told you to speak!”
“AND THAT’S IT RIGHT THERE! HAHA! One day I decided that I was stronger then your damn inner circle mind set! One day I woke up and decided I was sick of it out here. I wanted death. I wanted to DIE that day. Then I realized, my mate loves me despite my mistakes, my friends still think the world of me. Molly… All I failed to provide for her. There is no way I could ever repay her for giving up for me, sacrificing an easy life to live on the edge with me. I decided that I owed it to her to live, and that I owed it to you all to live. I’d deny you all the pleasure of finding my corpse alone in the woods one day. I am stronger then that.”
“I… Runner… You… I don’t know what to say…”
“Humph. Figures. Cause I know what you need to say.” At that point he turned his back and walked off.
This strong willed, resistant little rebel, they liked him, it was a change of pace and the instrument for my advancing of skill level. I never said it in any of my posts but that what you need to say was I’m sorry. A few people got it, but none of the key players. All Zolts still think Zaraidd blood is mostly worth shit. Leon was still a prick. And Bolconine and Leon’s Rpers never once saw their faults in how they treated me in that event. What I get for telling myself they have to figure it out themselves. Things improved drastically. Runner came in from the fringes. Wolves apologized for it, a few rpers apologized to me. It was a well past due graduation from a clueless noob to a member. But I never really gave them the satisfaction of accepting it. Yall, out of content I never left the fringes in that family. I sat there atop a throne with a flaming scarlet flap of spite blazing behind me. IC Runner did, though he never cared to go into the inner circle, just divulged in the fact that it was now available to him every once and again. Then shit hit the fan like no other. Incase you haven’t guessed by now, this family is nothing like ours. It was drama prone on a massive level. We fought, we got on each other’s nerves. We did things that pissed the fekk out of each other. It got better for awhile once we got rid Hanna’s tyranny (Leon’s rper), she was my first true troll. On Neopets there are board crashers, well she is a forum crasher. But this one fight in particular, it was the end game. Revamped lands, or old lands. Overhaul, or Original. And so soon after Runner’s turn around as a character too. In the height of it, Buck and I left the family for a while, the original plan had been permanently, and for Buck it was. This is where the story from the Roleplaying stops.
After the reprieve, we got back together, and it was a moment that we thought would solidify our family, and it did at first. We literally, In Content and everything, burnt Tanvaugh to the ground. The pack disbanded and the wolves left, later a thunder storm that’s the stuff of legend, you don’t see this kind of storm inland, came along and stroke the land with bolt after bolt of lightning, and Tanvaugh burnt to the ground as we danced around the flames.
This is where the story from my writing starts.
I took up creative writing, a choice I’m thankful I made. Runner and Molly left Tanvaugh. They went back to Zaraidnor together, finding Runner’s brother Nym now the King of Zaraidnor. I’d also changed my mind about what Zaraidnor was. It was no longer a place locked in permanent winter, it was a huge forest where the seasons changed just like normal, but in winter it always snows A LOT. Once there, well… they *clears throat* made like rabbits. Made lots of puppies. They are still there now, that’s how this story ends. Old and content, snuggled close. Molly’s paw resting on Runners, he looks in her eyes a smiles, cause that’s all he needs. That’s all he’s ever needed sense the day he decided he didn’t want death.
END
Tanvaugh… it’s a weird feeling. We meant for the fires to be a good thing, a good solid end, set in stone. This way no one will ever, ever, EVER again wage any kind of violence across you whatsoever. Though it was mostly bad, there where some pretty awesome moments though. For its staff, you where their first time running a forum, and for your members, its was our first time being apart of a real on going roleplayed out story. We waged war across you, fought, yelled, screamed, spelt our characters’ blood on you, changed your layout, design, colors, and fonts countless times, went through ten deferent cboxs. Squeezed out every last drop for the hand full of good moments.
Rest, friend. Its over now.
Runner, you where a hell of a character. YOU DA BOMB! You Da Wolf! You where my first character. You suffered a ton of emotional pain and you feel to the edge. Weren’t really your fault though. But you are my character, Damnit, and I’d stand by you. You came back in the end too, showed em you where the man made out of tougher stuff. Only two characters come close enough to rival you, Runner. One I’m not gunna be lettin’ go of any time soon ether, cause Stitch is the character I’ve enjoyed the most yet. You’re the character I learned how to Rp with in the big boy leagues, and thought that came at your misfortune. But I made that up to you by putting you away like I did. You and Molly, my first story, Not had such a beautiful couple yet. I am just sorry I could never get you to amount to anything. But the fact is you where my first character. You helped me set the wheels in motion that would lead to Zaratul, my most amazing character, and Stitch, my most enjoyed character, simply because you taught me how to RP like this.
Thank you Runner.
Hunter, You seemed to have been a pretty awesome wolf, but its kinda funny almost. I created you as a character and never really knew you. I know you cared though. Snow. You where my first pretty fea weren’t you. Again, I never really knew you, but at least your content. Rage. I was cruel to you. You had all the problems. But I didn’t know you ether. You might have found peace in your final moments, hell, you might have gotten clean and started a family. But that’s your business, not mine. Yall, thanks for being my first group. I don’t need you any more.
Carry on.
Runner.
Let me start by saying I don’t know why the hell I stayed through all this. As a whole my time in this family just wasn’t worth it.
Runner was a timber wolf, and most importantly, he was my first character ever. Runner was square one. I was younger, less mature. You know how the story goes. I recommend you all read the book Runt, its short; I read it in elementary school. In the book all the wolves where named for what they where best at, their mother sensed it at birth and named them. That book was square one of my fascination with wolves and so when it came time to start Rping and I needed a name for a wolf, Runner. Because, yes, he could run damn fast. I was still on Neopets and so he had no real story, just whatever feet the board I was on. That changed when I was invited to a site called Tanvaugh. Everyone there was so good at Roleplaying, and I was the new kid on the block. I sucked at roleplaying. I genuinely did. I don’t know what the Admin saw in me, but I stuck around Damnit. Runner was a wolf how was born with two brothers, that is common for Zaraidd litters to always equal three. They left home, Zaraidnor, Which at the time was just a huge area on the coast near a huge mountain range with a forest of evergreens, you know, the trees that stay green all year round and always have needles on them and stuff, and it was always winter there. I don’t thing I ever made up my mind weather our not it was because the where kicked out for something or because they wanted to. Their names where Nair, Nym, and Runner. But the point is it was short lived. The went their separate ways early one and Runner fell in with a group of loners that had banded together out of a sense of fellowship and belonging nowhere but belonging together, and having nothing but each other. A theme that I didn’t realize at the time would be so reacquiring element in the story of Zaraidd. They where all timber wolves, my favorite breed of wolf hands down. Hunter, a kind hearted bear of a wolf who cared for the members of his group above everything else. He died at the hands of Narth, a white wolf, to give time for the others to escape. Snow, an equally kind hearted fea. She wasn’t very developed, I just know that she ended up finding a pack and taking a mate, I never developed him in any way, just generic male timber wolf with which Snow was happy. And Rage, a overly aggressive drug addict. Rage represented the deepest, darkest corners of myself. He thought about suicide every now and again, was always anger on some level or another, got high (the one thing on this list I didn’t do but it fit the character) and hardly ever slept. He wasn’t a good character and followed my theme of simple words for names. Tanvaugh’s just a damn dream, it was so long ago it seems, at least that’s how it feels. Runner, Snow, and Rage went their separate ways shortly after Hunter’s death, and he wandered until he made it to a land called Tanvaugh, where he was greeted and joined the pack there. This is where the story I used as his history stops
This is where the story from the roleplaying begins.
It’s beta was a wolf named Bolconine. A tyrant with a German accent. He wasn’t kind to Runner and at the time there was a rapist on the loose in Tanvaugh. When the hunt started for that wolf, named Novocain, Runner gave away their position in trying to stop a black wolf named Leon from jumping cover and going after Novocain himself, ruining the current plan, I still to this day don’t understand. Leon broke cover first. All I did was have Runner try to stop him for the sake of the plan, and yeah, he broke cover in the process, but he didn’t break it first. And yet he still took the fall. And as a character he was ruined. As a Roleplayer, I never recovered on Tanvaugh. Yeah, when it did get better and people saw the skill starting to burst forth, the defiant light and wanted to let me in and thread with me, I would thread. But I never trusted them outside Dal and Buck. I… I just don’t understand it, I still don’t to this day. Leon didn’t even get a slap on the wrist, and he broke cover first. I was just trying to react, Damnit! WHY!? What the hell!? Burn the noob because he tried to do something, because he tried to RP! All I did was… all I did was try. I just don’t get it… Its bad enough that event there, but when I say Runner took the fall, Damnit, he took it. Leon bullied him from then on, Bolconine thought his bloodline not worth shit, and ninety percent of the back looked down on him from then on, but in this I learned something about Runner(myself) he was a survivor. He endured. He gained a best friend, Uproar, Rped by Dal, my first Rpin’ best buddy, she was. She was never mean to me. He and Runner grew to be true chums. Old drinkin’ buddies. That kind of think. And he even took on a mate! Her name was, because of this, one of the most beautiful names in my opinion. Molly. It was meant to be. Buck Rped Molly, and she was more then tolerant of my inability to properly transfer the story in my brain to my posts. Despite my inexperience, these two had a love story that still to this day makes my heart warm. And as they grew from young barely out of their teens characters in levels of maturity into adults, oh holy crap bro, did that Survivor really shine. In character, Runner was rapidly regaining respect in character, the other characters where realizing that this wolf had lived on the fringes, the very bitter edge, of the pack, in a pack infamous for seeing wolves who fell to that level die alone of some unfortunate even or another like simply loosing the will to live, laying down, and welcoming the embrace of death. He became strong, resilient, and defiant. I recall in one thread with the packs head warrior, who was just wandering the pack lands one day, coming across Runner, a fuller, taller, stronger Runner and being in complete and utter awe of the wolf before him. Its one of the small handful of saved threads I still have from back then. The verbal exchange went a like this. I won’t bother you with anything past that cause, frankly, I don’t want to. Tanvaugh was my journey.
“Y-you. Your still…”
“Yes Del. I’m still here.”
“But… But how, you fell to the edge.”
“Yeah. And I know why wolves don’t last there. I saw it with my own eyes, I felt it with my own soul, every day I woke up and the sun still shown through, and I just wanted release from this little private hell I was in!”
“Then… Then how? How Runner, its unheard of. You shouldn’t still be here. I have to know how.”
“Humph. You really want to know? Oh I should be honored that the great Warrior wants to hear tales of one so lowly as me. Why do you suddenly care, prick?”
“Don’t toy with me runt! Don’t get Smart with me! I am your superior and told you to speak!”
“AND THAT’S IT RIGHT THERE! HAHA! One day I decided that I was stronger then your damn inner circle mind set! One day I woke up and decided I was sick of it out here. I wanted death. I wanted to DIE that day. Then I realized, my mate loves me despite my mistakes, my friends still think the world of me. Molly… All I failed to provide for her. There is no way I could ever repay her for giving up for me, sacrificing an easy life to live on the edge with me. I decided that I owed it to her to live, and that I owed it to you all to live. I’d deny you all the pleasure of finding my corpse alone in the woods one day. I am stronger then that.”
“I… Runner… You… I don’t know what to say…”
“Humph. Figures. Cause I know what you need to say.” At that point he turned his back and walked off.
This strong willed, resistant little rebel, they liked him, it was a change of pace and the instrument for my advancing of skill level. I never said it in any of my posts but that what you need to say was I’m sorry. A few people got it, but none of the key players. All Zolts still think Zaraidd blood is mostly worth shit. Leon was still a prick. And Bolconine and Leon’s Rpers never once saw their faults in how they treated me in that event. What I get for telling myself they have to figure it out themselves. Things improved drastically. Runner came in from the fringes. Wolves apologized for it, a few rpers apologized to me. It was a well past due graduation from a clueless noob to a member. But I never really gave them the satisfaction of accepting it. Yall, out of content I never left the fringes in that family. I sat there atop a throne with a flaming scarlet flap of spite blazing behind me. IC Runner did, though he never cared to go into the inner circle, just divulged in the fact that it was now available to him every once and again. Then shit hit the fan like no other. Incase you haven’t guessed by now, this family is nothing like ours. It was drama prone on a massive level. We fought, we got on each other’s nerves. We did things that pissed the fekk out of each other. It got better for awhile once we got rid Hanna’s tyranny (Leon’s rper), she was my first true troll. On Neopets there are board crashers, well she is a forum crasher. But this one fight in particular, it was the end game. Revamped lands, or old lands. Overhaul, or Original. And so soon after Runner’s turn around as a character too. In the height of it, Buck and I left the family for a while, the original plan had been permanently, and for Buck it was. This is where the story from the Roleplaying stops.
After the reprieve, we got back together, and it was a moment that we thought would solidify our family, and it did at first. We literally, In Content and everything, burnt Tanvaugh to the ground. The pack disbanded and the wolves left, later a thunder storm that’s the stuff of legend, you don’t see this kind of storm inland, came along and stroke the land with bolt after bolt of lightning, and Tanvaugh burnt to the ground as we danced around the flames.
This is where the story from my writing starts.
I took up creative writing, a choice I’m thankful I made. Runner and Molly left Tanvaugh. They went back to Zaraidnor together, finding Runner’s brother Nym now the King of Zaraidnor. I’d also changed my mind about what Zaraidnor was. It was no longer a place locked in permanent winter, it was a huge forest where the seasons changed just like normal, but in winter it always snows A LOT. Once there, well… they *clears throat* made like rabbits. Made lots of puppies. They are still there now, that’s how this story ends. Old and content, snuggled close. Molly’s paw resting on Runners, he looks in her eyes a smiles, cause that’s all he needs. That’s all he’s ever needed sense the day he decided he didn’t want death.
END
Tanvaugh… it’s a weird feeling. We meant for the fires to be a good thing, a good solid end, set in stone. This way no one will ever, ever, EVER again wage any kind of violence across you whatsoever. Though it was mostly bad, there where some pretty awesome moments though. For its staff, you where their first time running a forum, and for your members, its was our first time being apart of a real on going roleplayed out story. We waged war across you, fought, yelled, screamed, spelt our characters’ blood on you, changed your layout, design, colors, and fonts countless times, went through ten deferent cboxs. Squeezed out every last drop for the hand full of good moments.
Rest, friend. Its over now.
Runner, you where a hell of a character. YOU DA BOMB! You Da Wolf! You where my first character. You suffered a ton of emotional pain and you feel to the edge. Weren’t really your fault though. But you are my character, Damnit, and I’d stand by you. You came back in the end too, showed em you where the man made out of tougher stuff. Only two characters come close enough to rival you, Runner. One I’m not gunna be lettin’ go of any time soon ether, cause Stitch is the character I’ve enjoyed the most yet. You’re the character I learned how to Rp with in the big boy leagues, and thought that came at your misfortune. But I made that up to you by putting you away like I did. You and Molly, my first story, Not had such a beautiful couple yet. I am just sorry I could never get you to amount to anything. But the fact is you where my first character. You helped me set the wheels in motion that would lead to Zaratul, my most amazing character, and Stitch, my most enjoyed character, simply because you taught me how to RP like this.
Thank you Runner.
Hunter, You seemed to have been a pretty awesome wolf, but its kinda funny almost. I created you as a character and never really knew you. I know you cared though. Snow. You where my first pretty fea weren’t you. Again, I never really knew you, but at least your content. Rage. I was cruel to you. You had all the problems. But I didn’t know you ether. You might have found peace in your final moments, hell, you might have gotten clean and started a family. But that’s your business, not mine. Yall, thanks for being my first group. I don’t need you any more.
Carry on.
