A Dizzy Log

[Dizzy_Kat]

Characters

• Bite of Passage
• Neither Nor
• Speed Racer

[Dizzy_Kat]

Name: Bite of Passage
Gender: Male
Personality: Reticent, Analytical, Attentive, Ruthless, Tenacious, Honest
Kincaller: Voice
Pets: Bat, Ghost

Parents: Enticer, Greed
Known Siblings: Kiss Me Deadly, Teardrop, Joy of Vengeance, Faithless
Who you're dealing with: Bite of Passage spent the majority of his young adulthood working for Night Father and his cult of worship for the Harbinger. His seeming lack of empathy and willingness to obey so long as he was left to his own devices made him well suited for the older buck to set him the task of acquiring and preparing sacrifices for the cult's rituals.
After the events of the Mist-shrouded Obelisk Bite of Passage has begun thinking for himself and questioning his family's fealty to the Harbinger. The cult, under Night Father's guidance, believe the creature is a benevolent entity here to free them from the imprisoning curse of the Ache set on them by the MotherFather. Night Father teaches that the MotherFather treats kin unequally, bestowing blessings only on a select few while the Harbinger brings their blessings to all, and moreso that the powers of the legendaries might actually be available to any kin but are in fact suppressed by the MotherFather to help further their control over the kin of the Swamp. Bite of Passage as a youth did not care one way or another for these teachings, for the MotherFather or the Harbinger as neither seemed to impact his life as much as Night Father did. As long as Night Father gave him the freedom and guidance to indulge his urges and interests he paid little attention to anything or anyone else.
Over the course of the month he spent apart from his family in the depths of the zikwa caves gathering mushrooms and dreams for the Harbinger, Bite of Passage unknowingly sacrificed his ability to suppress his emotions and his fragile façade of freedom under Night Father's rule. Now, his emotionless detachment shattered and strictly structured life abandoned, Bite circles the edges of common kin society, both craving it's intensity of emotion and loathing the predictable dance he sees playing out over and over again.


RP:
Summer's Song - ORP (545 words) 5pts
META - Seeing Unseen - Solo (535 words) 2pts
META - Called to the Caves - ORP (1176 Words) 5pts
META - Water Prompt - Solo (501 words) 6pts
META - Air Prompt - Solo (651 words) - 6pts
The Other Obelisks - ORP  (1038 words) 5pts
Journey through the Obelisk (746 words) *part of above*
ORP with Steals Fire - ORP (868 words) 5pts
Return to the Stump - WM Booth (313 words) 0pts
Social Game: Masquerade - WM Booth (1000+ words) 5pts
ORP By the Tree - ORP (700+ words) 5pts
Shedding a Lifetime - SOLO (551 words) 1pts
Tribute to Tegus - WM Booth (298 words) 0pts
The Hummingbird and the Caiman - WM Booth (669 words) 1pts
Lunarian Isles - Covetous Hunger - SOLO (1021 words) 2pts
Salamander Hatching - Token RP (1408 words) 5pts

Art:
The Prince // Alt Form Credit Kuropeco
Blessed by the Other Credit Kuropeco - 2
Headshot Credit Kalahari - 2
Headshot Credit Owlsomniac - 2

Legendary Reqs:
RP: 59/50
Naming Dream: The Trial
Story: Wings of Mercy

Enticer said Come. He followed.
Night Father said killMake. And he Created.
Steals Fire said Dig. And He Dug.
The Other said Think for yourself. And he Craves.

[Dizzy_Kat]

Name: Neither Nor
Gender: Agender
Personality:

Pets:
This, That, The Other One

RP:
Kintober Prompts 1pt
Fail Bait Day 2 (500 words) 1pt
Neither Nor's Journey through the Maze (1502wrds solo) 3pt
Summer somewhere


Art:

Neither Nor Paints the Leaves - By Scaramouche Fandango 2pt
Howling in the night By Dizzy_Kat 2pt

Legendary Reqs:
RP: 9/50
Naming Dream: No
Story:A Story of Life and Death

Limitless Forest Profiles

Spoiler

The Lunarian Isles

Lunarian Name: Cai Ninotti
Human appearance:
Dragon Appearance:

[Dizzy_Kat]

Name: Speed Racer
Gender: Male
Personality: Loyal, Impulsive, Caring, Passionate, Earnest
Bonded Serpent: River

About Notes: In-Swamp his age is loosely between late teens/threshold of adulthood. Dangerously Naive was an excellent way to describe him. In AU's it can range from very young adult to early teens depending on the world.

Pets:
Trouble, Root

RP:
Twin Souls - WM Booth (123 words) 0pts
Saving the Feast with Champion - WM Booth (102 words) 0pts
The Great Claws Competition - WM Booth (3076 words) 5pts
Aurora North: The Trading Post - WM Booth (229 word) 0pts
The Canopy Grand Feast - ORP (163 words) 0pts
The Hole - ORP (1245+ words) 5pts


Art:
AU Jungle Canopy Zariste - Picrew AU portrait

Legendary Reqs:
RP: 10/50
Naming Dream:
Story:

Limitless Forest Profiles

Spoiler

The Jungle Canopy
Canopy name:Zariste
Canopy appearance: Zariste is a happy little snerson (snake person)! In the Canopy, Speed Racer takes the form of your standard lamia-esq snild(snake child) with a humanoid torso and head and a large snake like body and tail instead of legs. Zariste is scaled from head to tail and is currently a mottled mix of emerald green and bright yellow.
Other: Intended to be read as early-to-mid teens at the most. He is very much a child still.

MY OFFERING AT THE TRADING POST
Kin Name:
AU Name: Zeke Long
Trading Post Goods: Small leather goods imbued with protective magic.

Zeke, with the help of a fluffy and very friendly mutt, pulled a small sled into the market place. Bundled within an oilskin bag was a well worn fur which he layed out flat on the ground. On it he dumped and started organizing his wares. Small simple pouches with antler toggle closures, knife sheaths, cuffs and straps with leather laces and in the center, a pair of fur trimmed leather mittens and two sets of matching bracers. Clearly the best of his work given his youth. Each item glowed subtly with magic as the boy cried out proudly. "Fine leather from the most reputable dealers! Sourced and harvested with respect and honor! Crafted into the protective goods you see before you today!" He held up each item as he described it's properties. "Pouches that discourage pick pockets! Sheathes that will ensure your blades stay sharp and strike true! A beautiful belt to hold you in safety's arms when you're deep in the forest! With these bootstraps you'll never slip on the ice again! And These!" He crowed. "The finest gloves you'll ever own! You'll never lose a finger to frost bite with these on your mits!" Beside him his dog danced around, curly tail wagging. Greeting and sniffing each person to walk by with a soft black nose. His demeanor only changed if someone reached for their sled.