solasthekirin
The Story Of Solas
Solas is an RP character of my make, this blog is a way for me to publicly track her growth and progress, her experiences, and my connection to her as an external reflection of my internal self. Eventually I plan to write a fantasy novel about Solas, so...
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Solas got a makeover with the new Teegle horse body!
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Winter Arives by @solasthekirin
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The Ki'rin is home.
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Here are some slightly more recent photos of Solas.
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I'm home!
I left my original, first RP sim, Tarinfell, back in about December when after some drama some friends and I decided to join together and co-own a sim. After... Much drama, our sim died a few months ago, and Solas was left homeless. Upon attempting to create yet another new sim, when that failed due to financial issues among my peers, I have now returned home to Tarinfell. Tarinfell has lost many of its numbers due to my sim and other sims opening and drawing numbers. Therefore, I have open-handedly offered my help as a potential co-owner to Tarinfells owner, and now that I have already brought the sim traffic score up by a couple thousand from 800 to just over 3,000. This is still a small score though and the real goal is a number between 15k and 20k. That number, if active roleplayers, ensures there is rolling story line, and also insures there arent so many people on sim at once that lag kills the world. My first actual goal is two fold- get on the staff team again (Solas had once held a position as a shop owner for a tailors shop) but this time as the Queen of the Fae, and the other half is to get the current staff team more active and potentially encourage the sim owner to prune where necessary and involve fresh team members who are online more often and far more active. I will keep you updated!
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I utterly promise you, Solas is alive and well. Her story has taken a lot of kinks and turns that I was not expecting, and may soon be migrating to another home, where her story will continue. So please, hold tight, and enjoy some beautiful photos of our favorite Ki’rin doing magic in the forest.
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I'm working!!
I promise I haven't forgotten! I'm still actively gathering her story and keeping notes on whats happening so that I can write it! Yes I'm behind but I sense there is something great in Solas story, she will accomplish much in her time among humans before she leaves to be a Ki'rin again!!
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Yesterday, Solas attended a ball in the hoard room of dragons. Oh yeah, and she has a mesh body now.
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Prologue
Delicate, stilty legs with cloven hooves moved carefully, daintily, even, through the whispering grass. The land itself was at peace, no wars were waged, no raging rulers. A gentle breeze smelling of a budding summer picked up strands of glimmering white manes and tails of the odd looking creatures grazing there in the meadow.
They were beautiful, in their way, tall like horses but slender like deer, with long, fine legs, cloven hooves, and a long, thin tail with a tuft that erupted at the end like a lions tail. They were bluish black in color, with darker, black faces and legs, long ears that hung to the sides, and dark blue eyes. The most peculiar part were the antler like horns that sprouted from their skulls, being widely slung and thick like a bulls horns, but with a delicate branch that faced forwards from the base.
They were the Ki'rin, the stuff of dreams and whimsy, delicate and gentle as the very breeze that stirred the smell of the late spring blooms.
There were five here, a small herd by normal standards but an astonishing sight with Ki'rin. There would be four by the end of the day. Dustin wiped his brow, nervous sweat beading there. His emperor wished for a Ki'rin, and by the Gods, he'd get it for him, whatever he had to do. He had to.
The trap was set, the magic subtly woven into the fabric of the earth, a source less connected to the creatures of air, water, and fire that stood before him.
He looked around at the hiding places of the men around the clearing. The emperor had sent his best warriors, a means to keep them active in a time of peace. He looked finally to the nearest man, signaling towards the youngest one, a mare, for the sake of a lack of a better word. The signal went down the line.
She was in the rear, expecting no trouble, taking small nibbles from each plant, taking as lightly as she could. The other Ki'rin moved ahead a little, having worn out their ground as much as they dared, but she, being behind, took her time, moving her delicate black face side to side, her white mane trailing in the grasses.
It was time. It was now or not at all, for she would move again soon. He crept around the clearing, making no sound on the soft forest floor. When he was directly in front of her, he trilled the call of a semi rare bird, and the men around the clearing stepped out, arms up.
The Ki'ren jerked their heads up, a delicate rise of slender necks and dished faces, ears flipping towards the men and back again, determining the level of the threat. They were to catch one if the opportunity presented itself, and their duty spoke in their motions. The Ki'rin, lithe as deer and faster, lept away, running straight towards the sorcerer. He stayed hidden, the Ki'rin bounding past him. He counted.
One, two, three, four. He already had the net, and wards set around the area to prevent the magic of any of the Ki'rin from entering or leaving.
As she flung herself past the crouching man, she sensed him, but it was a half second too late the net was already flying over her head. Her front feet stepped on the net, sending her sprawling through the trees, slamming into a thin sapling that shook and shivered with the collision. She screamed, a blood curdling sound that the sorcerer hoped he'd never hear again, but doubted his luck in the matter.
The other Ki'rin had already doubled back, seeking to save their herd member, but, the magic having been activated the moment he flung the net, they were stopped at the rim of the circle, unable to help, unable to cross the invisible bounds. They could only watch from a distance as she was lassoed and tied, wrapped in the net still. The men gathered around her, lifting her and carrying her further into the woods a few hundred yards to a cart that lay hidden.
Dustin scratched at his cheek, pondering how to handle the others. They couldn't take more than one, there wasn't enough room, but he knew the others would dog their trail until an opportunity to rescue the mare was presented.
The Ki'rin were an intelligent species, though they were limited in means of communication with humans. He could see no other options but to kill them or addle their thoughts.
It would bring dire misfortune to kill such a creature, and a great spending of energy to confuse them, both options with serious consequences.
He opted to confuse them, and, being the selfish bastard that he was, he touched the pendant at his throat, a similar one worn by all the men in the clearing, without their knowing what he was about, he drew their energy, thankful that the wards around them prevented the Ki'rin from sensing his gathering of power.
Eyes glowing, he cupped his hands, and a greenish yellow glow began amidst the Ki'rin, and as he spread his hands, the glow grew, encompassing the blue-black creatures that had already startled and began to flee, but not fast enough, they crashed through the underbrush, bounced off trees, and stumbled over rocks in their confused haste to escape. It wouldn't last long, a few days maybe. He would have to be well away by then.
With a sharp order, he snapped the sleepy men to, and away they scuttled through the forest, towards a glittering palace in a vast city.
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It was a while before the sorcerer allowed her to come to. He had moved her to a magic-proof cage on the cart, and, under close supervision, allowed the men to take her out to graze or relieve herself, while tethered to the mend and the cart itself by ropes the sorcerer had enchanted. He was taking no risks.
It was halfway through the fourth day in the cage, when they had stopped to lunch, that the mare decided to fight. She had been resting the entire time, calm and complacent, letting the men think she truly was just an animal.
In order to get their ropes on her, they had to open the cage door. They would open it with ropes ready, laying in circles on the ground where she would place her feet and a giant loop to accommodate her antlers hanging in front of her.
As they opened the gate this day though, expecting the routine, she moved up to the gate as normal, her shoulder pressed against the metal frame. The door swung out, creaking open, and she saw her opportunity. Her haunches coiled and sprang forward, slamming her shoulder into the gate, knocking men astray. She didn’t want to hurt them, though, and she danced around, looking for a way out of the quickly grown circle of men.
The men were grim faced, knowing how dangerous she could be. They held their ropes, standing their ground, waiting on a chance. She spun in a circle, and as her rump came around the direction of one very brave soldier, her hooves dancing, he slung his rope, trapping her hind leg. Startled, the mares antlers sparked, glimmers of electricity snapping between the tines, the wind picking around them.
“Hurry!” screamed the man that held the rope, “Get the rest on her! Where’s Dustin?!”
The sorcerer, having heard the commotion, darted out of the woods, racing towards the men. By the gods, he thought, I leave them alone with her for one stinking hour.
The sight he careened into was chaotic, men surrounding the horse like creature, one idiot with a rope around her leg, pure magic seething in the air around her, burning through the rope with sizzles and snaps.
The sudden appearance caught her attention and she spun her head towards him, the electricity growing, snapping wildly in all directions, the wind roaring around the group of men.
He couldn’t have this. He couldn’t risk her escape. It was as if the world slowed, he saw her muscles bunch, felt the ground shiver as she leapt for him, sparks flying up her hooves. It wasn’t going to hold her. He felt his own magic snap as the rope broke, he didn’t have time. The men were throwing out their ropes, but she was so big. He didn’t even bother reaching for the pendant, he reached deep into his own reserves, flinging out his hands, fingers spread wide, throwing out the first thing he could think of....
Human.
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Great news!
My application to the sim in question was approved and I can now begin Solas’ journey!
The only thing, her halfway form, the centaur ish form, has to be struck- they allowed me a human form and the Ki'rin form but not a halfway form. Of course, this affects roleplay more than Solas' story.
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She’s a lovely one, that she is.
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Considering Solas can control her change to human, it makes sense that she can control her morph in any way she pleases. Her favorite mid-form is near the appearance of centaur.
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Solas’ Ki’rin form appearing as a thin horse of blue roan coloring with a white mane and tail, floppy ears, and epic antlers.
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Meet Solas, Part 1
This is Solas' basic character sheet. I've tried to simplify it and put her in words more like a mini story of its own rather than a series of singular words that are supposed to tell you who she is. First, let me tell you a little about the Ki'rin, the species to which Solas belongs. Skipping over the Dungeons and Dragons view on Ki'rin as lawful good monsters, I am going to give you some Chinese mythology. Ki'rin (or Qilin) are said to be extremely rare and long lived. They are a divine spirit that lives among clouds and is often pictured as walking on clouds or water so as to avoid harming the grass. The Ki'rin are vegetarians and detest fighting but are not the sort to not stand up for someone who needs protecting. They are known to be healers and are considered associated with fire, electricity, and wind, capable of calling down severe thunderstorms. It is said that the Ki'rin only appear in times of harmony and peace or in the wake of a wise and illustrious leader or sage. Solas is of normal size, for a Ki'rin, anyway, but a little weaker than average after a ten year confinement post capture in an emperor's palace serving as his personal healer. To make up for that, however, she's faster than average and her intelligence in incredible. She is around 150 years old, though the Ki'rin do not keep records and she remembers little of her life before her capture. Her mystery, however, lays not with her lack of memory, but in her ability to change into a human body and any mix therein. On the day she was captured she fought hard against the emperor's sorcerer and to make her less of an issue, he used his dark magic to force her into a human body where she was weaker and more easily controlled. She was held in this form for weeks while the company marched back to the Imperial City, yet to be named, if ever. Upon recovering in the palace from the grueling journey, when she had enough strength to change back into a Ki'rin, she learned that she could change back and forth at will and control her change completely. Although she suspects the sorcerers magic to be responsible, she doesn't remember her past and doesn't know if this ability is new or ancient, and this is her quest. On her personality, Solas is primarily motivated by beneficence, or her beed to protect the helpless or heal sick or feed the hungry. Secondarily, she has a drive to bring all things around her into peace and harmony, and to experience the giving and receiving of love and affection, whether romantic or platonic. Her emotional disposition places her as calm and thoughtful, reflective and serene, and pretty even tempered. She tends towards optimism and often she is very playful. She is practical, responsible, and honest. Solas is not very impulsive, she is in control of her own self and focused on her goals. Because of her repulsion to fighting, she takes a cautious, almost timid approach to fighting but in her exploring she is excitable and willing to do or try anything. Shes open minded and empathetic, being a generally agreeable person, though she has a tendency to be a little shy around strangers. Though her primary motivator brings her down to earth, she is free thinking and even a little arty. Should she opt to use or carry a weapon, it is most likely to be a staff and possibly a small knife or dagger. Though her motivation is benevolence, her goal is not to rid the world of evil, but to bring light to the darkest areas of life, while maintaining a grayscale strong enough yet to support the myriad of life and experience.
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What is this?
This blog is a bit of a chronicled story. I, the author of the story, will be an active participant in the story as the main character. Other events, characters, and story lines will be out of my hands. Names, however, may be changed of the other characters and the 'land' in which the story unfolds may also be changed, to protect those who operate the other characters. This is an experimental creative writing project based on a roleplay in a virtual reality game called Second Life. Second life is vastly expansive, with thousands of sims and experiences, millions of players, creators, artists, and virtual prostitutes. Not kidding. So, here is how this is going to work. Over the next few days, I will be posting photos, character sheets, a history, etc., of my character, Solas, and the approximation of her story. Beyond that, when Solas actually has an RP home, I will be relating her story here on tumblr.
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