Clover

Another smile, small and brief as usually, was seen in Clover's features. That Andre had appreciated one of her grandpa's tales made her very glad. To Clover, however, it wasn't a tale of sacrifice; it was about the search for that unknown magic called happiness, strange as it might always be. Something she loved about many of her grandpa's tales was that, as he'd well say, everyone would see a different colour in them. Her expression turned serious again, eyes looking into the distance as she took a deep, silent breath, almost a sigh. Her question, which had been roaming her mind for a while, wouldn't take long. "Andre, how do you know if you're in love?" That person's words were still ringing in her ears, troublesome like her question itself.

The tale continued without interruption. Clover's eyes were still lost nowhere, far away from the Gridanian forest. [...] So powerful and loud the little bird’s awakened conscience was, it caught the Snow Witch’s attention. “That’s an interesting heart you’ve obtained, little bird,” the witch said. “I could let you fill it with the true joy you’re seeking, so long as you give it to me afterwards. After all, what does a bird want a heart for?” Moved by love for the first time in its life, the bird accepted. On the fifth sun, its feathers disappeared. Playing was the prince in the lake, always playing his sad tune, when the cry of another violin started mixing with his own. Surprised, the hyur rose his eyes to meet a young, pale girl playing beside a nearby tree with a gentle smile. Even if her tune was sweeter than his, both sounds mixed so perfectly that anyone would have believed they were born as a single piece-- she was everything he lacked, and so was he to her. For minutes and bells they played their violins, painting the lake and the forest with their music. When the prince noticed, something had started changing inside of him. It made him stop playing abruptly, afraid. “I’m not the owner of my own heart,” he explained when the music had ceased. Much like his violin, his voice was the most melancholic of sounds. “The Snow Witch took it years ago, replacing it with a frozen one; her gift to me. You have erased my loneliness today; you have warmed me. I appreciate your music, but melting the ice is not what I seek.” The bird, which had gained a heart from the heartless, finally understood the reason behind the prince’s sadness. That which the Witch had given him, he’d embraced it with every consequence. The bird couldn't but treasure those emotions as well, for they were the reason she’d been born. Her short dream had become true; even if bathed by melancholy, even if brief, it’d been a good life. That was why she thanked the prince with her gentle smile, and much to his surprise, she disappeared then. In her last thoughts, she was certain that even if the prince forgot her, she'd never forget him. ... The next sun, a white bird who lived in the lake flew nearby the prince to listen to his soothing song, unable to comprehend it just like any other animal; unaware that, for the first time, the prince’s tune had started changing into something different. A sweeter, gentle sound. [...] "That is the end of the story," Clover finished, her vision finally focusing on her surroundings. She was back to Gridania, back to Andre's side. There was still something in her mind, however, but she wanted to hear if he had enjoyed it as much as she did back in the day.

Clover looked at Andre for a few seconds, before her gaze returned to nowhere. She didn't need her eyes when her imagination started running, and being asked for a story triggered it. There was one roaming her mind, actually; it was somehow related to the puzzle of her thoughts. "Once upon a time, there was a young hyur prince without a heart..." As always, she could hear her grandpa's voice in her mind, telling her the story for the first time. She remembered that day, six years ago. [...] Once upon a time, there was a young hyur prince without a heart. The music he played with his violin filled the whole castle with such sorrow that no one could stand listening to it, for they feared that the sound would destroy their hearts as well. His father, the King, forbade his son from playing nearby anyone who could hear him, so the prince started traveling to the lonely lake every sun. No soul would hear him there, and no heart would be ruined. Only the animals from the lake would be soothed by the sound of his violin, since they couldn’t understand emotions in the same way hyurs did. Every sun, a young white bird who lived in the lake would listen to the prince’s melody. The first sun, it’d been just a sound. The second sun, it’d been sadness and fascination. The third sun, there was also wonder; why was the hyur prince so sad? The fourth sun, a wish was born. A strong, pure wish. “I want to play with the prince, at least once. I want to be a part of his music; if only I could show him how wonderful it is!".” ......

I'm also currently playing Tera, but I'm in the EU version (>_<;

I'm glad! >///< I must say that your Miqo'te is very pretty. Our characters were supposed to be introduced by Xydane after the event, but sadly I had to leave before that happened. I hope there'll be another chance!

A pair of green eyes observed Andre from the moment he made himself comfortable against the tree. As it usually happened to her, Clover had become unaware of her own stare, as if the other person was some sort of an interesting animal she could observe freely; all without being seen. The girl was simply interested in his impressions about the world outside Gridania, so this was her way to pay attention to him. Her eyes widened slightly, her body retreating slightly when he turned energetically towards her, taken aback. "Um..." Clover's knees raised again, adopting the comfortable pose she'd had before he arrived. Her eyes moved to any random spot on the grass. "I love stories. All kinds," the hyur started explaining, before certain memories from the previous night made her correct herself. "...Almost all kinds. That's why..." Without noticing, her feet had started toying with one another in small movements. She continued speaking. "That's why, had I participated with a story of my own, it'd have been a lost chance for me to hear another..." A new thought crossed her mind right then, making her eyes open slightly wider with something akin worry. Her gaze turned quickly towards her friend. "Did you... sing any song yesterday? After I left..." Clover had been very disappointed that duties forced her to leave before the event ended. She spent the rest of the night lamenting all the stories she missed... ((OOC: Basically, my great EU timezone made me miss half event ;_; ))

The hyuran girl turned her head to the familiar voice, the one she'd been expecting. Her arms abandoned the comfort they'd found around her knees, her pose stiffening as she looked at him. She didn't stand up to greet him. Instead, a very small, yet genuine smile was drawn in her lips. Her initial answer was a nod from her head. It did feel like it'd been a while from the last time they could sit down to talk. "Have you visited many places?" She asked right away, waiting for him to sit down wherever would make him the most comfortable. She didn't inquire about the reason behind his trip, for that might be personal.

Andre was back from his long trip. They'd barely had time to exchange words the past night at the Amphitheatre, but those they exchanged had been enough. "Meet me tomorrow at the spot," Clover had told him, certain that he'd remember where the spot was. It was always that place in the forest, under a huge tree near the river. The bard had been away for a few weeks, and Clover was sure that he might have many stories to tell, or many stories she'd like to hear. Not just that; she had stories she wanted to tell him as well, questions she wanted to ask. He was a bard, he'd travelled around. Perhaps he'd have the answers she sought. So there she was, waiting under the tree by the river, knees up and arms around them as her mind wandered with the elementals. Gridania's forest had always been a mysterious place, full of beautiful secrets.

Some screens from Leilani's storytelling circle event. My European timezone didn't allow me to stay for long, but I still had a lot of fun ^^

Aah, such a nice robe! I've always wanted to wear it with a skirt, but I'm too chicken to get into that dungeon and farm it; I've heard it's very hard. Congratulations on getting it! ^^

K'nahli's sudden outburst didn't fail to petrify the Tia. Nothing was done to stop her display of anger and violence against her new sister; he only watched, wide eyed, how the female he'd always looked at transformed into a more aggressive, more cruel version of herself. As if she hadn't been cruel before. When she was done tormenting her loving sister, she simply walked away without much of a hint of guilt in her voice. The boy just stood there with a serious expression, watching her back. His thoughts wandered, none of them coming out of the temple of his mind. Only after a moment he turned his gaze to the little city Miqo'te. K'rahto had never spoken to her, but he'd heard about her story. She was the daughter of K'makanee Haaz, the woman who was exiled first, dead later. Everyone had lost someone in the Calamity, and yet everyone had been shaped differently after that night. This girl and K'nahli were very different, too much so. K'nahli hadn't been as strong, had she? Despite the Tia's antisocial nature, he took a step towards the broken hearted girl and placed a hand on her shoulder. "She'll be punished," he reminded her with a firm tone, his expression still serious. With eyes placed on the camp -or beyond it, wherever his thoughts were taking him-, he added. "Let's go back."

*Loving everyone's screenshots* >///< Xydane and Clover, from the scene we played yesterday.

My opinion on the subject is... I agree with Naunet that the White Mage lore was a dumb move from SE, and I wish it wasn't like that. However, lore is lore, and I'm not here to rewrite it to my own convenience, adding what I like and removing what I don't like. If everyone did that, it'd be chaotic ^^; I personally want to respect and follow the lore, so I will also ignore any mentions of this or that player being a White Mage. Sorry to whoever this might offend, but that sounds as good as claiming to be The One, The Chosen, and The Only. Edit: If the whole RPC community came to a general consensus of rewriting that part of the lore, however, I'd follow with it.

"K'nahli Yohko!" Just when the female started walking back to the camp, the familiar voice of a certain Tia called her out. It was like an echo of the first time she and K'rahto talked for real, as well as the way she'd called her own father just a moment ago. K'rahto Tia stopped running at a certain distance in front of her, his expression deadly serious. Or so it was until he noticed hers. A small pang of surprise crossed his features at the look he found in her slightly red eyes, no matter how hard she tried to conceal it with her pride. The Tia remained at a loss of words for a few seconds, before his frown deepened and his gaze averted from hers. "The Nunh is asking for you. Go see him immediately." 'You will be punished' would the next bit, the one he refused to say aloud. He felt freaking powerless. He hated it.

I don't think I have given any cat-like trait to my Miqo'te, other than the obvious movement of her ears and tail. Things like purring and meowing are cute, though, so I wouldn't be against any other Miqo'te doing that. They're cat-like, after all, and it's up to everyone to decide just how much they do resemble real cats.

Isn't it like RPing over the forum or at Skype? If it is, I'm all for it. I've discovered that I don't enjoy RPing ingame as much as I enjoy RPing out of it. I'd rather use my imagination, for the game itself is very limited and the game chat is quite confusing.

Welcome! I hope you have fun here and get to RP lots ^^/

When K'yohko emerged from the tent, his expression alone was enough to freeze the blood of many. K'rahto Tia had been standing at a certain distance from the crowd, back resting against a pile of wooden boxes and hands behind his neck in a lazy, uninterested pose. As soon as the sound of his name thundered in his ears, he quickly came to attention with wide open eyes. The Nunh -his secret rival- asked him to find K'nahli with a voice that already sounded like a punishment. What made the Tia especially nervous, however, was the fact that he'd been the one chosen for such a task. Why him, out of all the miqo'tes? Had K'nahli spoke to her father about his challenge? K'rahto frowned, tense, and nodded without much of a choice. "Understood." This said, he started running in the direction K'nahli took earlier. ------ Among all the Miqo'tes who witnessed the scene, K'mih's expression turned into pure fear at the look in her father's eyes, at the sound of his voice. Her sister K'nahli was going to be punished, and K'mih couldn't even begin to imagine in what ways. She'd likely suffer the same-- no, even a worse fate if her father ever managed to take a peek into her forbidden thoughts, wouldn't she? He'd cast the same dark glance upon her, eyes like fire that had the power to burn and break hearts. Trembling slightly, the girl took two steps back with her head down, shielding herself behind the other Miqo'tes. Time needed to pass faster, much faster, until the nightmare was over and she could wrap her arms around her wounded sisters. It only passed slower, though.

This is such a cute idea! I wish I could participate. Well, my character Clover loves tales, this is definitely her thing. However, I'm not an English native and I'm very shy/afraid of messing things up, so I'd rather avoid the storyteller role if we're going to RP ingame. I wonder if random people could come to the event just to hear stories, not to tell them?

In such a small tribe, the news about K'ailia's arrival spread fast. The first emotion K'mih experienced, other than the obvious surprise, was a huge excitement to know that her lost sister was back. She couldn't help but hope that K'ailia had returned for real, because she loved her family as much as her family loved her, and wasn't simply paying them a short visit. Hearing other details about the situation, however, also created a sense of worry. It'd been her dear sister K'nahli the one who allowed K'ailia in, apparently disobeying the rules, and that meant that K'nahli might be in trouble with the elders. Like every other curious or worried Miqo'te, K'mih ran in direction to the elders' tent as fast as she could. Everyone was waiting outside, dying to know what was happening. The first person to come out of the tent was K'nahli, and she did it alone. Her more than obvious annoyance could only indicate that things weren't going too well... "K'nahli!" She called out among the crowd of Miqo'tes, who started interrogating the angry female. Unaware that the girl had a very important task to fulfil, everyone hoped that K'nahli could share some details of what was going on. ------ The news had even reached K'rahto Tia's ears, and he certainly couldn't have cared any less if it weren't for the mention of K'nahli. Being the antisocial being he was, he'd been standing at a certain distance from the main crowd, waiting for any sort of information while trying to look uninterested. When the female walked out the tent, K'rahto mentally cursed everyone for not letting him see anything.

Yes, I tend to use Photoshop to make them prettier, or at least more interesting. Also, very nice screenshots, everyone. This must be my favourite thread in the forum >_<

I-I didn't expect that; thank you very much! ;A; I'm very glad you like them. I think everyone puts a lot of work into their characters. There's a lot of variety ^^

Clover. K'mih.

Hello! K'nahli (Bard) and I (White Mage) struggled with Titan for a while as well. We finally managed to beat it recently. I don't know if I can be of much help, but at least I have some experience and I'd do my best. I'm sure K'nahli would be more than happy to help as well. Let me know if you need us!

Um... if I disliked my characters that much, or if I suddenly wanted to RP another race, I'd simply make a new character @x@ It sounds easier. It's never happened to me that I dislike my characters, though. any change I want to make to them, I do it when they've just created at level 1. I tend to test them in game, compare their heights, check their voices, delete and remake if there's anything I don't like. I take their appearance and personality very seriously from the very beginning.