Rohktans
Rohktans are a large sentient feline species that lives alongside humans and elves. They come in a wide variety of sizes, shapes and colors. Some have the ability to control magic while others prefer to use their strength or voice.
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Shard
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Dea
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Gaian
Gaian had, from a young Rohk, always been interested in flying. From watching birds and butterflies with wonder to an intense desire to master the skill himself, Gaian obsessed over the ability. Once he discovered his innate magical abilities, he became determined to use them in order to grant himself the ability to fly.
Unfortunately, Gaian's powers seemed more geared towards life and growth instead of abilities he thought would be more appropriate for granting flight such as wind abilities or telekinesis. At least, that was how he felt at first. However, as he continued to study his magic powers as well as observing all creatures with flying and even hovering abilities, the more Gaian realized he could possibly use his powers to his own advantage. However, what he wanted to do was frowned upon by others of his kind. This did not stop Gain from beginning his own experiments. Oddly, he began by doing his experiments on himself, not wishing to possibly cause harm to others in the process. He desired to be prudent, starting with small things such as growing out his own fur and extending the length of his fangs. Comfortable with small changes, Gaian graduated to stranger changes: claws now made of crystal. However, at this point, fellow Rohktans began shunning him for manipulating himself with his magics, and he realized he could no longer use himself as a subject without becoming a complete outcast. His desire to remain in the good graces of his own kind outweighed his caution. Gaian began experimenting on small creatures. Birds, bats, mice, lizards, anything small that could not report his doings to others. He felt a pang of guilt at using other living beings to further his aspirations, but his obsession was stronger. Slowly he began implementing his observations of the flying creatures he had studied throughout his life into his experiments. If anyone knew what mutants he created at this stage, he would have been exiled at best. However, none knew, thinking that his strange use of his skills had been confined to the minor body alterations he had already gone through. These, they thought, were odd, but young magi always went through experimental stages, and he was surely over his now. Little did they know how much further along that path he had gone, too far now to return. At last! Gaian's efforts began to bear fruit which were to his liking. The creatures he mutated began to be able to take short flights! It was now that this Rohk made his greatest mistake: he allowed his impatience, ever simmering, to get the better of him. He was sure now that he had unlocked all of the secrets to flight. After one hundred years, surely he knew enough. However, what he wasn't prepared for was the process itself. When he had done some minor experiments on himself in the past, they had caused some pain and some strange sensations, but it had been decades since then and while he remembered, the memory was vague. And those small enhancements were nothing to the change he attempted to make now. The pain... the agony... and yet the driving need to continue to the end. The fear that he would not succeed even now, after all his efforts and become a pariah of his kind without any reward. And at last, after what felt like years, yet were still several hours, the relief followed quickly by the joy as Gaian saw in a reflection of a pool he had crawled to, the success of his labors. He gasped out a cry of exultation and then collapsed, unconscious for many hours. When he awoke, he found himself very weak, but looking back with pride at his creation: a pair of wings! Based on a combination of bird, bat, and lizard, they gleamed in the sunlight. His pride and joy at seeing them gave him the strength to eat and drink. After recovering a little, he could not stop himself from attempting to use them. With that attempt came the first disappointment: He leapt off a cliff, thankfully not a high one. He fell but luckily only really got the breath knocked out of him. However, he assumed the reason was because of his weakness after having grown a pair of wings out of his own life energy. So he bided his time impatiently until he had reached full strength. And then he tried again... and failed... again... Now a sense of fear began to enter his consciousness. He tried again, this time bringing to bear all the knowledge he had gained about flight and how it worked. He did everything right: gave himself enough space to launch, made sure the wind was right, flapped his wings a few times to make sure he could fully control them. And then he tried again. He failed. He began to realize that the wings, no matter how big or strong he had made them, would not bear his weight. He would just sink like a stone to the ground again. And that was when desperation set in. He fiercely told himself that it was not his weight, but the height of his launching pad that was the problem. He tried higher and higher heights, causing himself more and more pain. But he was able to heal himself after each one. Then he tried a height after which he could not heal himself, for he was unconscious. Broken, alone, and helpless. He could have easily died that day if a compassionate fellow Rohktan had not discovered him and brought to him someone could heal him. But now, the others knew. As Gaian woke up in an unfamiliar cave, he realized what this meant. They could see his wings. He would be an outcast after all and for all that, he could not fly. Gaian wished he could just go back to sleep again and not wake up... But this was not to be. No, instead he discovered just how kind and generous his fellow creatures could be. Yes, they understood what had happened. Yes, there were some that would shun him. But there were others who pitied him, for they understood his desire. All strove for something, how could they blame him for his passion. With time, they made Gaian realize that there were greater things to strive for and he found that his years of study were not in vain. He regretted the harm he had done, but at least he would use the knowledge he had gained in order to help and heal others. His knowledge on how to grow limbs was especially praised when it was found that he could help those who had lost theirs to gain them back again, or to grow them if for some reason they had never developed any in the first place. So Gaian continued on, the wings an ever present reminder that he should not let his pride and his passion take over his life, or they might one day take his life altogether. | Design © ty_tay of CS | Character © PixieStoryteller (me!) |
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Crescent
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Spring
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Ripple
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Jem
What do they collect and why?
Jem collects many different things. Beetle shells, smooth stones, oddly shaped sticks, discarded glass or metal that shimmered in just the right way, flowers, and leaves which he dries carefully and preserves. All of these items are kept in satchels that he keeps on her person at all times, despite the clunky look it gives her. The reason they collect so many, and such different items originates back when their magic first made its appearance. They were about 6 or 7 years old and they were tagged to be magical, due to the gems which had shown themselves at their birth. However, up to this point, nothing magical had occurred. Even so small, Jem could feel the pressure to display some kind of magical talent. One day, they were sitting by a river bank, staring hard at the water to try and make it move. She had already tried the same with a stone, tried to grow a sprout into a sapling, and multiple other things which they thought would be "magical". The shimmer on the water, though, was beginning to hurt his eyes. Sighing, and with a tear beginning to burn the corners of his eyes in his frustration, Jem looked down, preparing to sob out his despair. However, he was distracted by something that shimmered. Her sorrow forgotten, the young Rohk bent down to inspect more closely whatever it was. It turned out to be a small stone that had cracked open and had crystals inside. "Pretty..." Jem mumured to herself and turned the stone over with her paws to see the gems better. She glanced back at the river's shimmering surface and suddenly felt a pull in her paws. She looked down at the stone again and back at the river. Finally, she picked up the stone in a paw and clumsily tossed it into the stream. As the water splashed up from where the stone had entered, she felt able to tell the splashed water where to go. For the next half an hour she entertained herself with tossing the water back and forth around the river bank where she was. Afterward, she ran back to her parents to tell them what happened. They were so excited, they wanted her to do it again. They figured, since she was able to manipulate the stream's water, that it was water she had a talent with. So they brought her to the pond near their home and waited. She tried for a few minutes to just concentrate, the way she did before. But when nothing happened, she frowned. "I... need something." she said, and looked around. He was looking for another sparkly stone like the one he'd used before. but he couldn't find any here. Jem was about to give up hope - feeling flushed with embarrassment and worrying that his parents would think him a liar - when she saw a stick, whose twigs all pointed down, making it look like some kind of insect. It made Jem giggle. They bent down to pick up the stick in their teeth and as they did, all the other sticks within ten feet rose off the ground in addition. Jem found they could move the sticks in any direction that they moved their head. His parents were amazed. And that was how Jem's magic seemed to work. He would find something interesting that was either fascinating, beautiful, or funny to him and they found they could use the objects for magic. It has never been clear if they truly need the objects to use their magic or the emotions that they provoked were all that were required. However, he never really cared to find out and just keeps a large collection of things which he likes for whatever reason on her person. She has gained enough control by now that she doesn't have to rely entirely on the object which initiates the magic, so they don't really need to have so many things on hand anymore, buuuut... The different items give her joy one way or the other and she's been in the habit of collecting them so long, what is the harm in collecting a few more? | Design © ty_tay of CS | Character © PixieStoryteller (me!) |
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