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28/01/2019 - With a new theme and new colours, Starwave will soon be running leadership searches for the three clans. We also have worked out a few little bugs too. The joining incentive is going to run from now until the end of February, so instead of bringing one character to copper level, you can still bring two, and their companion as well! You are welcome to break this up as well. So, come join us, and let's see what goes on! With more people, hopefully, we intend to run events and make the site more PvE. Clan leadership will be opened soon too, hopefully!

26/11/2018 - Starwave is ready to go! There are still pieces to flatten, to make better, but its time to open and see how it all goes. Tis exciting to do so! Please feel free to advertise, tell people, etc and let's go. Once a few have joined, the first event will happen which is going to be finding clan leaders! Subforums in those areas are open for claiming too if you'd like them! Excited! Let's have some fun!

23/11/2018 - Much is done! Lands, guidebook is finished, profiles (save for the --> I can't work out what displaying that its driving me insane!) But I'm happy with everything and the progess of whats happening. I have some subforums to add to the clan lands, and then it will be almost ready to go for an opening and a beginning. There will be a SWP very early after opening too!

11/11/2018 - Starwave is underway. This is the first OOC news entry!

28/01/2019 - Starwave has seen quite a few new arrivals, and the clans are stirring. More arrive every day - and some of the Inherent and skeptical, some welcoming and others flat out angry and upset. However, they are accepting and soon, they will be seeking clan leaders - who will they be?

26/11/2018 - The time has come. Starwave's portals are open; the world is pulling newcomers to the shores. What will happen now?


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Suledin

Onyx

OOC Account Emberling
Gender Stallion
Age 45
Species/Breed Unicorn
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual
Clan Onyx
Rank
Tine ⧋250.96
Total Posts: 13 (0.06 posts per day | 3.82 percent of total posts)
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Suledin's true form is that of a 16.1hh Unicorn (Thoroughbred build). He is a mix of Palomino and Chestnut in colouration, being more orange in some places than others, with darker ashy brown colouration in areas such as his leg joints, muzzle, and around his eyes. But what most stands out about this stallion is his unusual pattern.

He boasts the irregular patterning of a Giraffe, with the patches typically being a more bay colour vs the rest of his lighter coat. The cover most of his body, although fade on the upper parts of his legs so that they're not present below his knees, and fade around his eyes/jaw so that most of his face is unpatterned.

He has a long singular horn protruding from his forehead that gradients from copper red out to black. His mane is kept cropped fairly short, sometimes neat but sometimes unkempt, and is of a red chestnut colouration whilst his Unicorn/Giraffe like tail ends in more of a brown shade. A stark contrast to the rest of his body, his eyes are a bright teal; often times one may come to realise how old he may be by staring into them for too long.

Around his legs and neck, he also wears brown leather bands; whilst they are typically just cosmetic, they can be used for holding items such as herbs, feathers, or even weapons like small daggers. The bands around his neck, however, are used as a necklace, which holds onto an old piece of a wolf's jawbone.



Suledin is a naturally quiet observer. He has a preference for listening and watching as opposed to voicing his opinion, and will only do so when backed by facts. He is not ashamed to ask questions, should he not know the answer or is, perhaps, having difficulties understanding what another is trying to get across. He is reasonably friendly, although he rarely reaches out where he feels his presence would not be of value, but to those whom he calls friend or family, he is immensely loyal and will go out of his way rather selflessly to aid them should they need him.

In his youth he was once quite the trickster, enjoying pranks and causing (mostly harmless) mischief. It is rare that this old trait will come through, but it is not unknown. Should he find himself in a cheeky mood, however, he will never cause any physical or mental harm; perhaps some damaged pride here and there, but nothing that would be too severe.

He is multilingual, although typically only uses two languages: the common tongue, and his own people's language. This language he has shared with his companion, Asala, who helped teach it to his daughter even before her birth, as well as after, and he even offered Milly a few lessons in basic sayings.

He is naturally quite pacifistic, but if a situation arises where he needs to be on guard, he can be a force to be reckoned with. In most cases, he will only exert the minimum requirement of energy needed for any given situation lest it truly requires all of it.

'The Logician' (INTP-A)
88% Introverted | 12% Extroverted
84% Intuitive | 16% Observant
64% Thinking | 36% Feeling
56% Prospecting | 44% Judging
78% Assertive | 22% Turbulent




As a child, Suledin had been somewhat like a magical prodigy. He showed immense promise of becoming a powerful mage, having a natural skill when it came to manipulating the magic of the world he called home. Arla, as it was known, was a beautiful city of stone, metal, and trees; it could easily be mistaken for a castle out of a fairy tale, with the way it was structured. Huge towering spires that almost looked as if they were made of glass, with the way the sunlight would dance on them; the outskirts wrapped in lakes of mist that gave off an ethereal feel; and there was always a light, sweet scent of petrichor.

He had spent much of his childhood helping with the construction of various projects, even from an age where he was still very much growing into his horn, and even his spots. His favourite memory of one such project was the giant amphitheatre in the forest, where magic had been used to manipulate the trees and the earth in a way that kept the trees rooted so that the forest could still continue to live.

During his youth, working with the Council of Elders to better improve the city’s way of life, Suledin found a friend in the daughter of one of the Elders. She was a beautiful creature, sleek and proud, but not stuck up like her father, and was painted in the most beautiful light palomino, with barely-visible white patches, and she seemed to glitter in the light like stardust. Elgara. The Sun. That was her name. Suledin was entranced by her at the first sight of her soft purple eyes, and she by him as well.

Whilst over the years, there were plenty of rumours that they were a couple, the pair had a purely platonic relationship, the thought of entering anything romantic never entering either of their minds; whenever someone may bring up such a topic, they would simply look at each other and laugh. They spent years together, from youth to young adulthood, and would go exploring the outskirts of their homeland together, learning all they could about anything and everything.

But all good things must come to an end, and sometimes that end is bloody and murderous. For years Elgara had been trying to convince her father to back down, to convince the whole Council to abandon their selfish desires of ruling over the people as Gods; all to no avail. Wars were waged one after the other, their kin flocking to one banner or another, depending on whose lies they believed the most. Many times Suledin had tried to convince her to leave with him, to run away from the chaos and explore the world. But Elgara convinced him to stay, to believe in their people, to help them all escape.

As with every war, people are displaced and there are casualties. Between the two of them, they tried their best to help others escape, to be free of the self-proclaimed Gods that wanted all of the power, for people to worship them and the ground they walked on. But they were always careful, never letting on that they disagreed with what was going on, pretending that they were on one side.

One night, however, after ushering a small group of children out of the city, Suledin returned to find that his world was never to be the same again. Lying on the ground in the heart of the city was Elgara’s body, covered in blood that had already pooled around her, with shards of metal protruding from her chest, stomach, and neck.

Pure rage, mixed with immeasurable sadness, filled his body as hot angry tears stained his face. He’d never been good at fitting in, and he’d never really gotten along with anyone else. Elgara had accepted him, shared his love of magic and adventure. And now she was gone.

It took some time to discover who was responsible for her death, but he eventually discovered it was her own father’s actions (although the Council, of course, tried to blame it on others); their secret of taking their kin out of the city, out of the wars, had been discovered, and Elgara’s death was to be the catalyst to get Suledin to fight.

It worked. But not how the Council had planned. When he discovered that they had shifted the blame to save face, to convince him to fight for them to exact revenge for Elgara’s death, Suledin knew he had to end everything to save what was left of his kin.

Suledin was driven almost by a blind rage by this point; his hatred towards those who were meant to protect them was terrifying, and he was not going to let them continue forcing their kin into slavery. Focusing all of his energy and power, a giant wave of magic swept over the entire empire, forcing with it all who had done their kin wrong; mostly it was directed at the Council of Elders, but there were others that were taken as well. A veil, of sorts, was created. It separated the tangible world from the spirit world, where the Council was now trapped in a magical prison, incapable of breaking free and harming anyone ever again.

However, there were many consequences that were to follow that Suledin had not thought of at the time; he had been so focused on saving his kin, but, had he just doomed them all anyway? After his magic was depleted, he retreated into the forest, to the amphitheatre, and collapsed.

Suledin and his kin were once ageless creatures, immortal in many ways, although they could be killed by their own kind. When the time came that one was tired of being part of the waking world, they could enter Uthenera; the waking sleep. It was this that Suledin had entered, his mind free to wander whilst his body remained protected by the forest. Normally, one does not reawaken from Uthenera, and yet this was the case with Suledin.

Many years had passed, so many that he wasn’t sure what year it was when he woke up. The amphitheatre he had once helped construct had grown over him, embracing him in its roots and branches, protecting him like a mother protecting her child. He left the forest and found that the city he had once called home had been left to ruin.

How long had he been sleeping?

Silently he wandered the lands, trying to find out what happened to the remainder of his kin. No one was around. So he took his search further, exploring the forests, and the lands far beyond his homeland. Eventually, he came across scattered clans; he watched them from safe distances over time, gathering information, piecing together lost pieces of history. He finally came to the realisation that they no longer had the same strong magical connections they once had, and nor were they ageless semi-immortal creatures. They could die of old age, sickness, animal attacks…

Whilst it hurt his heart to realise that he had doomed his kin to mortal lives by using so much magic to trap the Council, he still felt it had been the right course of action; they were no longer ruled over by false Gods. But history is not always kind in the way one is remembered. He overheard stories, legends passed down from elder to child, about how he had tricked their Gods into their prison. They had remembered the Council as Gods, and he as the traitor that tricked them.

It hurt, more than he could truly comprehend, but they were safe, and in the end, that’s all that really mattered. And so, he went on his way, to explore the world like he’d wished to do with Elgara.

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He found himself in the lands of Oblivion for some time, unlike other places he had visited it was vastly populated, and he even managed to make some friends as he tried to escape the growing guilt of his past. What he never in his life expected, though, was to find someone his heart grew weak around. Tainn had captured his eyes and his heart, although, in the end, their relationship was not to be. Whilst he had struggled with the concept of loving someone and still wishing to find a way to bring back his homeland and restore his people, he confided in Tai’ath, who listened to his past, shared her own, and helped ease his heart. However, Tainn disappeared without a word on more than one occasion, and when she returned and apologised the second time… He just couldn’t put himself through more heartache again despite his feelings for her.

One night, he had a dream of his homeland, of the amphitheatre and the city… Friendly faces were there, those of the friends he’d made in Oblivion, but at the very end, a woman appeared he did not visually recognise, but he knew exactly who it was.

Elgara was alive. (read the short story about this here!)

He left Oblivion and followed a feeling that tugged at his heart, allowing it to lead him to Elgara. Eventually, he found himself in Caeleste. Once more, he found familiar faces that had come from Oblivion as he had, whilst also meeting many new faces as well. But his trip had been in vain, as after some investigating, he discovered that Elgara was not in Caeleste; she had been there, though, so he set about trying to find out what he could about her stay.

However, things don’t always go as planned. Whilst he traversed the land in his searching, he stumbled upon a beautiful meadow where, whilst communing with some of the local spirits, he encountered the Empress of that land. Despite his best efforts at keeping himself from feeling anything, knowing that he needed to allow himself to be free to search for Elgara, Suledin fell head over hooves for Milly Mae, and it seems she did the same.

He knew that he would find Elgara one day, now that he knew her soul was still alive, and so he managed to work through some of his grievances the more he spent time with Milly. She made him feel like everything would always be OK, that things would work out just as they were meant to, eventually. When he found out, however, that Milly was pregnant by his doing, he went through a phase of inner turmoil; he was terrified of being a father, of bringing something into the cruelties of the world knowing that the child may very well not take after his blood. He got through his insecurities with Asala’s help - the spirit whom he had aided when she was lost and had formed a strong bond with him and taken on the shape of a large wolf - and Adahlen Mae was soon born. She took after her mother’s fawn coat, certainly, but her unusual tree growths he felt were somehow connected to his own past, he just wasn’t sure how.

But the time came when the child reached about 6 months of age for their little family to depart Caeleste; Suledin left ahead of them to scout out a safe haven for them, where they remained for time unknown. Time did not flow naturally in the place that he had taken them, as it was heavily influenced by magic, but it was safe and protected. He could, in good conscience, leave his family to go about with his own agendas whilst knowing they would not come to harm.



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Asala is a lost spirit whom Suledin found and aided; whilst a spirit does not have a gender nor any true form, Asala has presented herself as a female Dire Wolf.

She is still ethereal, incapable of taking on a true physical form, and typically appears green in colour, although this can change depending upon her mood; green is neutral, yellow is cautious or uneasy, which may turn to orange if agitated; true anger is rare but will show itself as a vibrant mix of red, magenta, and yellow (much like an infrared light), light blue is a general sadness/upset about something, whereas deeper blues are a true deep sadness, whilst purple is reserved for rare moments of extreme pride; this can be incredibly dangerous.

She is Suledin's emotional rock, so to speak, never too far from him and always aware of how he is feeling. The pair frequently talk in his home tongue, as spirits have no problems adapting to new languages and pick them up with ease; she has also helped teach Adahlen Mae as well.

Typically, like Suledin, she is quiet and observant, but she does love to play with Adahlen and will protect her family fiercely.





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