Asaev |
○ technical: Topaz- Gold shaded pseudo merle ginger with moderate white and deep blue eyes.
○ appearance: A generally off-center tom with odd patching on his body and scruffy fur.
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○ bird-leaf | bir'asae | asaev
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○ 29 moons ○ Dew Drop ○ alive |
“It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” |
Intro
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Details
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Height | An inch taller than the average tom.
Eyes | Almond shaped and very sharp. Pupils are usually slits.
Fur Style | Short and scruffy, especially on the back of his neck and cheeks. Almost never flat.
Demeanor | Self-absorbed, and self-righteous; a bit odd, but not unacceptably.
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Build | Has an Abyssinian build; tall eared, with a very average body - a mix of round and square head.
Fur Color | Off-white fur with gold-shaded red and red merle patching.
Underfur Color | Soft peach, maybe a little red-toned under red fur.
Appeal | His conviction and persuasion that he's the savior. His unusual way of speech, and love for all things of nature.
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Design Notes
➵ Most of his smiles are small, shy, and include closed eyes.
➵ Tends to look disgruntled or neutral. ➵ Ears are never fully up, either turned, or down. |
Palette
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Personality
206 words - using for lvl 8
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206 words - using for lvl 8
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Asaev is a two-sided cat. He’s stoic, cold, and rather demanding when around others, having never gained the best ability to socialize. Usually seen with a scowl and ears high, he tilly-dallies around Hiraeth most of his days, seeing no true point in spending all of his time in the “Dew Drop” den, as his student had already graduated and become a fully-fledged “Dew Drop.”
Resistant to Hiraeth’s culture, he avoids any mention of converting to become one with their traditions, and way of life. He hadn’t been born in Hiraeth, and he never intended to stay as long as he did, only staying because the one he loves chose to settle…temporarily. He bitterly despises Hiraeth winters, and commonly can be found in nearby Human ruins, laid on the cold stone instead of anywhere near what he deemed the ‘traitorous cold.’
Narcissistic to an extent, and willing to do most anything to complete his self-imposed “destiny,” Asaev scorns any Cat who doesn’t believe in him, Aivo, and his “family,” a group of Cat’s with odd eyes.
This destiny? Why, he believes he and Aivo are the ones to see beyond; the ones to hold true to Earth’s grasp and save her from ever-lingering pain and sorrow.
Resistant to Hiraeth’s culture, he avoids any mention of converting to become one with their traditions, and way of life. He hadn’t been born in Hiraeth, and he never intended to stay as long as he did, only staying because the one he loves chose to settle…temporarily. He bitterly despises Hiraeth winters, and commonly can be found in nearby Human ruins, laid on the cold stone instead of anywhere near what he deemed the ‘traitorous cold.’
Narcissistic to an extent, and willing to do most anything to complete his self-imposed “destiny,” Asaev scorns any Cat who doesn’t believe in him, Aivo, and his “family,” a group of Cat’s with odd eyes.
This destiny? Why, he believes he and Aivo are the ones to see beyond; the ones to hold true to Earth’s grasp and save her from ever-lingering pain and sorrow.
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” |
History
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250 words - using for lvl 8
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Asaev was born in the midst of a family war.
His parents hadn't known each-other, and his conception was entirely a mistake, an act of compulse on both sides, and neither side wanted to admit it any more than the other. Claws and tongues lashed at the other, all he really knew from a young age was anger and upset over something uncontrollable. He found himself finding solace in the quiet of nature; her gentle aura surrounding him like a hug. Often, he spent his time following others around for scraps, particularly Cat's when he was younger, before his curiosity and hunger led him to following around Humans.
One particular Human took him farther than he'd ever expected. Following him onto a boat, they made their way across the ocean, angry and spiteful, onto another continent, the likes of which he'd never imagined. Soft sand touched his paws as he took his first steady steps and looked around. Giving barely any attention to the Human now, he found himself wandering and adventuring, finding Human ruins, and feeling a familiar call.
The call of the Earth who'd comforted him so long ago.
He couldn't let her hurt. She had never let him hurt, and he was determined to repay her kindness. At any cost, or rather, nearly any cost, he would work endlessly to make sure she got better, and to make sure she found a better place to live.
...even if it meant destroying the one she currently lives in.
His parents hadn't known each-other, and his conception was entirely a mistake, an act of compulse on both sides, and neither side wanted to admit it any more than the other. Claws and tongues lashed at the other, all he really knew from a young age was anger and upset over something uncontrollable. He found himself finding solace in the quiet of nature; her gentle aura surrounding him like a hug. Often, he spent his time following others around for scraps, particularly Cat's when he was younger, before his curiosity and hunger led him to following around Humans.
One particular Human took him farther than he'd ever expected. Following him onto a boat, they made their way across the ocean, angry and spiteful, onto another continent, the likes of which he'd never imagined. Soft sand touched his paws as he took his first steady steps and looked around. Giving barely any attention to the Human now, he found himself wandering and adventuring, finding Human ruins, and feeling a familiar call.
The call of the Earth who'd comforted him so long ago.
He couldn't let her hurt. She had never let him hurt, and he was determined to repay her kindness. At any cost, or rather, nearly any cost, he would work endlessly to make sure she got better, and to make sure she found a better place to live.
...even if it meant destroying the one she currently lives in.
Strengths
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Skills
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Inventory
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Relationships
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○ Aivo | ivoryshard | at this point, who really knows? | ♂
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○ Epip | softwing | Good Friends | ♀
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“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.
A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”