Physicalhealthy MentalRelaxed; Stable The Copperhead nee-LOW; Nii #2 Real Deer Dark | Real Deer Mask | Owl Antlers ♂ 11.27.13 Young Adult.: Married 1.27.16 Smells like alfalfa, earth and chocolate mint.: Marsh x White tail x Irish x Red Refs coming soon | And here I am... Recently:. Found him another quote. I was going to redo his css...but I still like it. 5.25.17 A lot went down. Content and agreeable now. Came into the forest with the intention of picking blueberries to make into a variety of things, found a sunspot and sunk into it instead. A lazy and happy slug. 1.27 Dropped his kids off to spend the day with Achi and Rae, wished his father a happy birthday and spent the rest of his day with his beloved. 1.20 Dragged himself out of the house after spending the last couple of days sleeping. Still sleepy though and settled himself in a comfy spot in the snow. Joined by his mother, was given a grass crown and happily added it to his things he wears. Had a nice conversation with, discussing Lyre and babysitting. Contented himself with staying in her company until he bid her good-night and returned to his family. 12.30. Briefly entered the forest to settle a good distance from his parents and their newest edition. Stood around with Notus, but offered no help at making his brother's rage better or worse. Melted into the fog the first opportunity he got and left shortly after. 12.20-1 Was dragged kicking and screaming out of his bed to deal with Alder being in a hunting accident, which he called on Notus' help as Van was nowhere to be found-and his brother's unexpected visit a few days before was still on his mind. Thankfully his son had no super serious injuries the pair of them couldn't manage. An old chunk of his personality fell back into place as well as being forever grateful to Notus and reestablishing how important his bonds were to him. Made his brother a necklace and necklace box gift. Got lost on the way back to his home by messing up the portal through his exhaustion and was collected by Yue. The god, or angel as Ni likes to refer to him as, pulled him back from the brink of a complete meltdown and healed him a little from his earlier expense of healing his son. 12.18 Existing. 11.24 stuff. My baby's gonna be three in a few days. What is this. 11.8 Plot part 2. Vanished without a trace. 10.10 Settled back into being Nilo. Recently shattered by the sudden fatal accident his daughter suffered. Responded by blocking out everyone and everything. 9.24 {RPs will function as they were prior to this event.} But, after having an uneventful...last month or so, mostly just doing Nilo things, had it all get piled on over the last few days. Eloa became a tree. Not only did she become a tree, he came to find out she absorbed his mother-in-law. :/ Well ok. The one he liked. Too. Why not the other one? That was fun to learn. So brought her a blanket, cause...he promised, and hung around a while, talking with her demon friend, and met child #2 of E's. Then ghosted away from that situation to find his dad in the forest after like...hell since he was a tiny thing, I think. Had some antler envy, got a stare down with his bro, Notus, got in a fight with Notus... that led to him limping away and hiding low for a while. Maybe feels a teeny bit bad...that he doesn't feel bad. Maybe a serious update later idk. Have a summary for now. 8.12 Chilling in game for a while. Made his way over to the poppy fields for a change of scenery and plopped down by a tree. Noted an ill individual some ways off, but didn't make a move to assist or investigate. 6.9-10.16 First of a long plot finally started. Found himself and his family attacked at their home in the dead of night. It was something he couldn't sense, hiding behind something he could, and he found himself trying to investigate it with his guard down despite his mate's reminders to keep himself safe-which he mostly ignored. After being given the run around down the corridors of their castle, ended up at a showdown with a dark magic monster he still has no name for, though he knew what it was working for after the fact. Doing so allowed for him to be fatally wounded- a fact he didn't figure out until the next day when a substance akin to poison had taken root in his body and stole his vision. Unable to be healed, found himself mentally breaking under all the constant stress and worry, where he ultimately started to rebuild his relationship with his mother. Started to. He hugged her. They're on less-shaky-but-could-still-potentially-fall-apart- ground now. After that was left to his own thoughts for a while before requesting his father's company where he pretty much cuddled against his chest like he did as a child. After postponing for as long as he could manage stalling, he finally listened to the instinct screaming in his head and knew he had to leave. He didn't know where, he didn't know how he was getting there- or if he could, since his body was hellbent on failing him-, just that he had to get somewhere and there was a strong chance he'd not come home. His mate's answer to that was to have his mother-in-law accompany him. More than a little convinced the spirit would kill him at some point if his body did not, but since it put Vanitas' frazzled mind at ease, he allowed her to come (more like she wouldn't take no for an answer, but shhh. Nilo's in charge.) A few weeks of private soul searching and figuring out how to heal himself, Nilo eventually made his way back home with Van accompanying him some of the way. What happened and what he figured out he mostly has kept to himself now, though he did finally disclose it to Van as well as his father. Has come out of the whole ordeal more self-assured and grounded. He no longer feels like a bumbling child playing a big man's game, and as such understands his own limits and just what exactly he is. He is much more reserved than when he left, far less friendly even to faces he knows. The reasons for this attitude is not known, other than he feels his life should be taken a lot less lightly now that he knows what he is there for. 5.21.16 Spent time on the outskirts with his fawns, before skirting back into the forest to find his cousin, his father's friend- godfather, though Nilo doesn't give merit to the title anymore since he's...grown- and mother (and maybe a grandfather but Player didn't catch that picto) in close proximity of each other. Settled a ways away after sort of skirting between them all, and then eventually picked his way over to settle between them with flattened ears and staring off into space. Did it mostly to prove to himself that he belonged there and the forest wasn't going to decide for him where he ended up...even though he felt terribly uncomfortable and reminded of the few times in his fawnhood he was surrounded by more than one family member. Needless to say, was overwhelmed. Did gradually acknowledge his mother to the point of having a conversation with her, even called her 'mother' by the end of the exchange. Agreed to letting her in on the lives of his children. This is my heart. * These are more than likely one-sided. If you don't see your char here, let me know? His family's absolutely massive, if I forget your char, it's not intentional. Vanitas His universe, pillar, lover, protector. Trusts completely, loves utterly. Alder, †Locust Quill, Hawthorn, Lamia & Ren First born offspring, Alder being the oldest and Ren the youngest by birth order. They take up his entire universe. Loves unconditionally. Pulled from the Forest when they were old enough and completely immersed them in human lives. Now older, still watches out on as much as he can, but mostly let his sons and daughter have their head while still guiding Ren. Knows the older ones will come to him or Van if they are needed. Achilles Father. Protector and guide. Loves without fail, even if he disproves of some things his father believes or does. A guide that reminds The Copperhead how to remain grounded and maintain the physical bonds within his own family and his own children, and slowly expanding outward to encompass the broken, brittle bonds of his siblings. Still seeks his praise and comfort, even moreso now that he is fragile. Rae Yue TaGuardian; mentor. Almost sees the god as a third parent or a second father, at the very least sees him in a duality with his biological father. Where his father keeps him grounded physically, the god grounds him spiritually and offers comfort and solace to his broken spirit. Formed a bond to rather quickly, more quickly than he had ever bonded to another being, but something about the way the other appreciates him as much as Nilo does him encourages it in his broken state. Aina Twin Sister. Has very few memories of them together, only really knows her as a frustrating figure that always was hiding, first with some sort of issue Nilo was too young to understand, then later simply due to her feral mindset. Accepts their paths being different, no longer resents for it and holds a neutral opinion of. Notus & Luso Lyre Youngest sister. Made her a charm to help protect her from the forest, though still holds her at an arm's length. Faolan, Raenelle, Ronja, Hare Unacknowledged half-siblings or adopted sibling in Hare's case. Seems to fluctuate from indifferent towards to resenting. Assumed gone Sasuda Nephew. Nearest he can gather is more sentient than his sister. Checks on occasionally. Rohan & Rhona Aunt and Uncle through Kauna. Doesn't know well and presumed feral. Doesn't expect any form of bonding from them. Akhen & Aria + family Sees Aria like a mother figure. Gets along with well. Helps his cousins where he can. Zash & Family Butts heads with but respects. Thalassa & Cayleigh Younger aunts. Doesn't know well. Presumed feral, and doesn't expect any attempt at bonding from them. Gone Lilith Adopted grandmother. Closer to due to her human mindset. A bit wary of after his grandmother nearly killed him- all an accident- but still loves. Kauna & Athena Feral grandmothers. Doesn't hold them in high opinion, but doesn't outright loathe either. Mateo & Erune Feral grandfathers. Vague memories of from his childhood, but mostly forgotten by this point in his life. Doesn't really resent for not being there, but doesn't have the highest opinion of either. Aurik His father's friend. Technically his godfather, but after all these years the buck no longer sees much merit in the title. Much like his grandfathers, doesn't resent the buck, but doesn't have the highest opinion of. Helmut* Called by: Jedi; The Fruit Dealer; others Acquaintance. Knows the little demon as Eloa's friend, but recently made a point to chat with him. Brought him fruit from outside of the Forest, and made a note to do that for him from time to time. Matthew Acquaintance. Matt. The male helped him acquire a waterlily for his daughter, promised to return with a painting for his kindness-which he ultimately did. A bit put off by his wariness, especially of himself, but understands all the same as well. Eloa Friend. There when she needs him, but tries to not be dragged into her problems- especially now when he's more fragile. Theodore Friend. Technically an uncle through marriage, but views him more as an equal than an uncle. Aurus Little Sun A rabbit kit. Feels protective of. Voltaire & Mae Helped with Eloa, isn't sure what to make of the male and his possessiveness of his friend, but doesn't mind the child. Gone Ferals Stone, Summit & others. Quiet, peaceful company. Narumi & Xylona Hates for abandoning him and putting him through mental hardship. Gone I bear it thin. Creative - Biased - Quick Tempered- Rash - Aggressive - Focused - Genuine - Honest - Kind - Calm - Patient -Responsible- * Being worked on over time. Only a quarter of his personality is shown here. Nilo is dynamic; get to know him to see how he is. Traumas have settled somewhat. Still has OCD fixations- cleaning, cooking. Still uses meditation and herbal teas, but less frequently. Still vulnerable, but more agreeable now. Actually carries a conversation and seems to care about others. From Lilith: Worn rabbit fur blanket; a Christmas sweater, normal sweater, scratch art paper, yarn, one half of a sun and moon ring. From Achilles: emerald necklace (seen wearing at all times). From Rae: Worn at all times. Gift from his mother. Other gifts from his mother: black skull mask with red cracks, black and red scarf, small burlap bag, poppy seeds (assorted colors), small rabbit figurine, duo color marbles, "an array of purple marbles in varying shades and sizes, a few combined with other colors, different herb, flower, and tree seeds, a journal written by Rae on the helpful properties of each plant and how to grow and harvest them, A letter filled with memories and sweet words". A terribly woven bracelet to match the one she made Achi, a quilt with his and van's wedding date sown along an edge, sweet pastries, wine, tourmaline pendent From Xylona: a bracelet made of flowers. From Van: too much to keep track of. From Akhen & Aria: a handmade, hand carved, hand painted blanket chest. Owns a variety of things: sports cars, books, animal companions (dog, cat, nightjar, fish, hens etc.) seedlings, jewelry etc. outside of the forest. Arts Me- • bird nilo • • • • • • • • • • Treedancer- • • Soli-• • Springbird-• Ebony3-• Caiir-• The sun illuminates only the eye of man, but shines into the eye and heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight; for every hour and change corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind, from breathless noon to grimmest midnight. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet it is not unknown. Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. The eye is the best of artists...[a]nd as the eye is the best composer, so light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make beautiful. And the stimulus it affords to the sense, and a sort of infinitude which it hath, like space and time, make all matter gay. Even the corpse hath its own beauty. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street, and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself. The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough. I have seen the spectacle of morning from the hill-top over against my house, from day-break to sun-rise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light... I look out into that silent sea. The beauty of nature reforms itself in the mind, not for barren contemplation, but for new creation. All men are in some degree impressed by the face of the world. ~ Emerson Nature (1836) "He is the world's eye. He is the world's heart." ~ Emerson The American Scholar (1837) "The cunning of the fox is as murderous as the violence of the wolf." Thomas Paine Common Sense 1776. Christopher Cranch "Transparent Eye-Ball" (1836) "For me, I wait the awakening call: I pray that slumber leave me soon. I wait until the sunlight fall On hands yet frozen by the moon." "Never a star shines late or soon..." Stagnant Hours Maurice Maeterlinck (1915) "Deep silence in the shadowy land, Deep silence where the shadows cease." La Fuite de la Lune Oscar Wilde (1877) "I have known the silence of the stars and the sea." Silence Edgar Lee Masters (1919?) "Death is the road. Life is the traveler. The soul is the guide." ~ Sri Chinmoy "The wind in the pines, the rustle of the leaves, the murmur of the brook, the growl of the thunder, and the voice of the night were all understood and answered by him. The flowers, the trees, the rocks, the hills, the clouds were to him, not lifeless things, but living friends, who laughed and wept with him as he was gay or sorrowful... Was he in truth,..., poorer or richer than we?" "Forest and hills and flower and cloud sang the songs he loved. All day the sunlight laid its wealth in bars of gold at his feet, and at night the moonlight things and the shadow things came out to play." ~ Shepherd of the Hills (1907) "...children of men miserably delude themselves in their own schemes, and in confidence of their own strength and wisdom; they trust to nothing but a shadow." ~ Jonathan Edwards (1741) "I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death." ~ Patrick Henry (1736-1799) She saw fire, every bit as bright as the one in her own chest; a fire that gave birth to Shadows. ~ The Lotus War, Book 2 A fox is a wolf who sends flowers. ~ Ruth Brown Great Ones and gods locked in conflict. Palemon told of the strength of the arm of man, Jo'ha'nel of the energy of what may be. Tahn's thoughts turned upon the necessity of both, how one could not exist without the other. But he also wondered, beneath the lasting sky and above the abiding, patient feel of earth beneath him, if men could live if they only had one or the other. "It is a horrible thing to feel their cries...a horrible thing. In all my years I've not copied a word that describes, nor translated a passage that conveys such utter hopelessness. It is an awful thing to learn: All ink, all vellum, all graphite and parchment are imperfect receptacles for the thing we call life. And poorer still to record the sorrow of death." ~ The Unremembered "'You'll never forget them, not even after years. But then one year you'll go a whole minute without feeling the pain. Then an hour. A day. That's all you can ask for, really.' His voice drops. 'You'll heal. I promise.'" ~ AEITA "'People will disappoint you. It's not usually malicious on their part. It's not usually done with good intentions either...as I tried to do with you. But motivations won't matter when someone fails you.'" ~ TOI He showed me what a fine line divides love from misery. Sometimes, in fact, there’s no line at all. We are no longer blessed with innocence, nor do we deserve to be. Paradise may have been lost, but paradise is a bad bargain. It costs too much. It conceals serpents, and is littered with graves. ~The Second Mrs. Hockaday What point is there in being human if you don’t let yourself feel anything? ~ATATN "What are most real to me, are the illusions that I create with my painting. The rest is just shifting sand..." Eugene Delacroix. The Copperhead ~ Francis Bret Hart Until its open and bleeding on the floor. Disclaimer This character is just that, a character. His opinions, thoughts and values are his and his alone. However, I do take responsibility of him and his actions. He is IC 99% of the time and OOC moments are noted on his bio. So, should he upset you or you find yourself confused by his actions, I strongly suggest you ask me before just assuming something. I can't read your mind, and you can't read mine. Asking questions will avoid problems in the future. This bio will probably contain cursing, mature content, excessive blood/gore and may contain drug use, sexual content and or self harm. If you find yourself triggered by such material then don't feel a need to track it. This character to his entirety belongs to me © kiwara. Design was compiled by both myself and Treedancer. Bio coding composed by me, kiwara, and the java tabs belong to Hraeth. Coding has roots with Jiarqua, Unplugged and probably many others. Size chart © Apeldille. Background pattern found here and belongs to its two owners respectively. . |
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She had just been from the pond, water dripping and collecting in her underfur. Chill breezes across her skin made her shift and shiver. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do...take a bath while it was snowing. Even so, the doe continued moving towards the playground. Something was drawing her towards those tall rocks, a feeling that she might be needed there. Someone needed help or her demons were just messing with her again.
The old one crest a hill and paused a moment. Liilliitthh.... A voice like a whisper of wind came hissing out over the chilled wind. Calling....pursuing. Ears flicked, muscles stiffened, she wouldn't turn around this time. Wouldn't give shadows the benefit of the doubt anymore. Liiilllliiittthhh....he'ssss baaack....Lillliiiltthhh... The whisper came again, long drawn out syllables grating in her ears. Stomach started turning, sifting like a tumbled sea. Doubts and dread started coming as quickly as the snow, who was back?
Slowly the head turns, red eyes gaze over the soundings, ears straining for another whisper. Did she really want to believe them? Through the past week they had been calling, cajoling sometimes mixed in with the shrieking pleading of prayers. A needle of fear ran down her neck, tickling over her spine with the freezing water. And now....a scent filtered in. Blood. Lots and lots of blood. Hackles raised as another familiar scent washed over her now. Oh she knows now, knows beyond a doubt. "No...." Half heard laughter drifted around the giant's form. "NO!"
And she started running. Running as fast as she could go towards the blood, hoping against hope that she wouldn't be too late. Praying that she wouldn't be late again. Head and heart pound as one and fire spreads its way around her ribcage, threads through her lungs. Knees buckle when the form comes into view, legs scraping against the dirt a few feet away. Gasps rattle out as she tries to catch her breath. Calm down! Calm down! He can feel what you're feeling, breathe. Anxiety thrumming she comes just close enough to see that her grandson is breathing and backs away again. She plops down beside a tree, leaning her weight into the rough bark. Come on now, concentrate. He's alive. Safe. Just breathe, just breathe. Calm down, calm down.
Eventually relief breaks its way through the tumult. Sheer and utter relief, he's safe now. Nothing will harm him here, they'll have to kill her first. And Gods are very hard to kill. Impossible even. The tumult dies down, fades away. Now she can smell that the blood crusting his fur isn't all his, the sharp acrid tang of rot and rust identifies it as demon. She can only assume they accomplished what they went to hell for. Peace. Suddenly she's tired. Emptied out. The blue takes another breath and stands, makes her way towards the sleeping buck and settles at his side. Peace. She wraps around him, keeping the little one as warm as she can. For a moment she wishes that Ird was here with its ever present warmth. Slowly she starts letting emotions push through her shield, relief, love, soothing emotions like hope. Buried deep underneath those, something else still twists and turns. A bitter angry promise. Should that bastard ever crawl his way up form death one more time...he'll find her waiting and she won't rest until he pays for what he has done to this family. One day she will rip him apart.
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Rae made him a red and black scarf as well as a black skull mask with red painted cracks. The skull mask has horns like it does in game. <3
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Nilo awoke sometime after the fact, his mother's visit nothing but a vague memory. Groggy, he merely stuffed his face in his new scarf and fell back asleep.
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