Post by Siyuk on Oct 25, 2010 14:05:44 GMT -4
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Name: Ish
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Character Information
Name(Meaning): Siyuk "Male Bear'
[This is his pet name, given by his "family". Ainu do not share their true names outside of their families for fear of evil spirits overhearing. However as he never became a full Ainu, he was never given his true name. Typically he only goes by Siyuk.]
Age (generation): 27 [However this is the appearance of age only. He has lived almost 150 mortal years.]
Lineage: Unknown
Relatives: None; At least none of similar heritage. He considers the shaman of his tribe [the Ainu who raised him a great many years] family, despite the original shaman dying more than one hundred years ago.
Ranks/Titles: Great Librarian
Realm: Ningenkai
Pacts: Siyuk uses Earth. He is however one the look out for a sprite to make a bond with to enhance his workings with the element.
Special Abilities: Gifted with a photographic memory, Siyuk is able to with great ease recall to mind detailed lengths not only of books but of events that have occurred in his life. It has also given him little trouble in learning several languages which he speaks with fluency. [Including the languages of the Ainu, Japanese, Russian, Latin and English]
It has been suggested to him on multiple occasions that he would have a great mind for Sacre Mot, however the magic tends to escape him. He has only been able to use it to small degree, being much better at writing the spells than using them himself which is unsurprising considering his efforts to form an elemental pact.
Allegiance: None
Race: Youkai -- Kuma [Species :: Ussuri Brown Bear]
Birthdate: December 31st
Birthplace: Northern Tip of Hokkaido
Sexuality: Unknown. He seldom shows interest in people physically.
Significant Other: None
Personality: Nothing more adequately describes Siyuk than the singular phrase he is most often uttering, "Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course." [Shakespeare] He is at once the solitary rock of wisdom, the bear and at the same time the man of book learning, the mere mortal creature born in himself. It is in large part do to his upbringing by humans that he is so interested not only in their cultures and pasts, but in their present and futures. For him, every moment is an opportunity to share not only his own wisdom, but to further it.
It would not do to call him a "Know it All", because he readily admits he does not indeed know it all. Nor does he share his wisdom like an unending font, instead waiting to be asked for it.
Some people view him to be cold and reserved as a result of this guarded view of the world. He believes all people to be able to learn, but knows that not all are ready or willing for that matter. This is perhaps in large part why he hoards his precious books so close, worried that sharing them may impart harm.
Had his tribe the word, they may have referred to him as stoic. Unmoved by passions albeit often enough tempted. Always is his learning first to react, as if rehearsed in every response. It guides his actions insofar as most dealings are concerned, particularly of the human variety.
As a bear though, he is prone to this passion he so carefully guards against with his human mind. His instincts while normally veiled by human convention are more raw here, leading him to frustration. It is in this form that he fights, for it is this form that truly understands the brutal ways of nature, ways a human cannot understand.
History: It had been a cold year, colder than even the usually frigid northern shores were used to. Thick snow had blanketed the countryside for months already and showed no sign of thaw. But tucked deep into one of the rocky outcroppings along the water's edge a mother bear had made her den, neigh invisible after a single snowfall. So hidden away, she had hoped to keep her cub safe, birthed in the very depths of winter's embrace.
As with all youkai, Siyuk was to be born an animal, to grow as one. He had been destined to be raised as all young cubs were, to live in the wild and hunt for himself. However, that winter was to be his mothers last. And the beginning of a very different life. A life among mortals.
Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days.
That was all the time the spirits gave him with his mother. He would never know what a wise old spirit she had been, what knowledge she might've passed on to him. She had been of a dying species, one of the last Ussuri Brown Bears Youkai. She'd had no family but the cub she'd born into the world. And he'd have no family after she passed. He'd barely remember the scent of milk on her fur and her warmth, so short their time together had been.
But he'd always remember the blood.
They'd come while his mother still slept, while he'd curled tight against her body to fight the strange light that had washed over them. She'd been turned away. There had been no way for her to know what was upon them. Seven strange creatures smelling of acrid smoke had surrounded her and his bleating cries had not so much as roused her. His mother was dead before he could cry again. Seven spears had fallen on her body, seven wounds pressed deep for the kill, seven rivers of blood to bathe the newborn cub in. He was baptized a god by these strangers in his own mother's passing.
It was one of the same creatures that had murdered his mother that took him now, carried him awkwardly in its too short arms. He'd sneezed and struggled, but he was a babe and his strength was nothing by comparison.
It was not until much later that he would come to understand what had transpired that day. To the mortals who'd claimed him as their own, he had been a god, sent for their sacred Iomante. They would suckle him at the breast of their women until he was old enough to feed himself, then he would be set aside in a small home of his own where he'd be fed and visited upon by the tribe's shaman.
The wise old crone was not many winter's from her own death and she ailed that winter. It had been hoped that with this years successful hunt of a candidate for Iomante that they would stave off her death one season longer, in hopes that a new shaman would arise to take her place and learn her teachings before she passed.
Their surprise would be great when two years later, brought to sacrifice a man would rise from the bears fur to take on that task.
The old crone, whose name he would learn to be Cikaye, did pass away shortly after the winter ended and for some time after that the tribe believed it to be Siyuk's doing. But they also still believed him to be a god in mortal form and so he remained safe among them, safer still because before she'd passed Cikaye had passed onto him the tribe's history, their magics, their everything.
He was the container of all knowledge that would keep the tribe going for the next ten years when a suitable shaman would be found. During this time Iomante was stopped entirely and the hunt of bears forbidden, as their god decreed. It was with great zeal that he taught the new shaman, a young Ainu woman he'd always been fond of. She had a great zest for knowledge, one he admired and was pleased to further. It was strange in the tribe to find someone so interested in furthering themselves like that. So he was glad to oblige. In doing so he also managed to instill in the woman a great and deep respect for the man, the bear god made flesh, the one they'd called Siyuk.
After he'd taught her the ways and manners of the shaman, the histories and magics, it would be time to travel on his own to the outside world. The Ainu village had been his home and his prison for many years, but he vowed to return each year on the day of his mother's death to mourn and check in on the young shaman.
It was from that day on that he’d travel the world on foot, amassing not only great knowledge, but a collection of rare and antiquated books. These were his most precious possessions. Seldom could he be found without them. He’d meet many great minds and many great creatures of myth. Often they’d introduce themselves to him as if he’d always known them, youkai of many different species. It was through these first meetings that he’d learn of his true nature [though he’d suspected as much all along.]
He would go on to collect the histories of several different Kuma tribes before they disappeared entirely. He’d also learn of his mother, who had been the last of the Ussuri tribe. Now he was the last.
Strengths: Level Headed, Agile of Tongue and Mind, Physically Strong
Weaknesses: Prone to Fits of Anger [Especially in bear form], His Books, The Shaman Line of HIS Ainu Tribe
Most honorable deed: Keeping the knowledge of the Ainu tribe even after Cikaye passed away without a successor.
Most dishonorable deed: The murder of the seven trappers who killed his mother and stole him from the only home he'd ever have truly known.
Likes: Books, Reading, Learning, Heated Discussion, Moonlight, Quiet Forests, Libraries, Fish Dishes, Black Olives
Dislikes: Mishandling Literature, Unfounded Claims, Loud Noises, The Smell of Fire, Most Nuts [Allergies]
Aspirations:
Appearance:
A note on his "middle form" :: As I do not have a bear picture of Sweden, I will give a few notes on what he looks like in his half form. Incisors lengthen and thicken, while eyes darken and irises turn nearer to black than brown. His hair becomes thicker and takes on a "grizzled" coloring. Nails become more like claws, long and sharp. He also wears the heavy set ears of a bear, and a tail [though he doesn't necessarily show off the bulb of fur]
Character Claim: Berwald Oxenstierna [AKA Sweden ;; Hetalia]
Picture:
Name: Ish
Age: 21
Website: ---
Contact Information [AIM,YIM etc.]: ---
Character Information
Name(Meaning): Siyuk "Male Bear'
[This is his pet name, given by his "family". Ainu do not share their true names outside of their families for fear of evil spirits overhearing. However as he never became a full Ainu, he was never given his true name. Typically he only goes by Siyuk.]
Age (generation): 27 [However this is the appearance of age only. He has lived almost 150 mortal years.]
Lineage: Unknown
Relatives: None; At least none of similar heritage. He considers the shaman of his tribe [the Ainu who raised him a great many years] family, despite the original shaman dying more than one hundred years ago.
Ranks/Titles: Great Librarian
Realm: Ningenkai
Pacts: Siyuk uses Earth. He is however one the look out for a sprite to make a bond with to enhance his workings with the element.
Special Abilities: Gifted with a photographic memory, Siyuk is able to with great ease recall to mind detailed lengths not only of books but of events that have occurred in his life. It has also given him little trouble in learning several languages which he speaks with fluency. [Including the languages of the Ainu, Japanese, Russian, Latin and English]
It has been suggested to him on multiple occasions that he would have a great mind for Sacre Mot, however the magic tends to escape him. He has only been able to use it to small degree, being much better at writing the spells than using them himself which is unsurprising considering his efforts to form an elemental pact.
Allegiance: None
Race: Youkai -- Kuma [Species :: Ussuri Brown Bear]
Birthdate: December 31st
Birthplace: Northern Tip of Hokkaido
Sexuality: Unknown. He seldom shows interest in people physically.
Significant Other: None
Personality: Nothing more adequately describes Siyuk than the singular phrase he is most often uttering, "Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course." [Shakespeare] He is at once the solitary rock of wisdom, the bear and at the same time the man of book learning, the mere mortal creature born in himself. It is in large part do to his upbringing by humans that he is so interested not only in their cultures and pasts, but in their present and futures. For him, every moment is an opportunity to share not only his own wisdom, but to further it.
It would not do to call him a "Know it All", because he readily admits he does not indeed know it all. Nor does he share his wisdom like an unending font, instead waiting to be asked for it.
Some people view him to be cold and reserved as a result of this guarded view of the world. He believes all people to be able to learn, but knows that not all are ready or willing for that matter. This is perhaps in large part why he hoards his precious books so close, worried that sharing them may impart harm.
Had his tribe the word, they may have referred to him as stoic. Unmoved by passions albeit often enough tempted. Always is his learning first to react, as if rehearsed in every response. It guides his actions insofar as most dealings are concerned, particularly of the human variety.
As a bear though, he is prone to this passion he so carefully guards against with his human mind. His instincts while normally veiled by human convention are more raw here, leading him to frustration. It is in this form that he fights, for it is this form that truly understands the brutal ways of nature, ways a human cannot understand.
History: It had been a cold year, colder than even the usually frigid northern shores were used to. Thick snow had blanketed the countryside for months already and showed no sign of thaw. But tucked deep into one of the rocky outcroppings along the water's edge a mother bear had made her den, neigh invisible after a single snowfall. So hidden away, she had hoped to keep her cub safe, birthed in the very depths of winter's embrace.
As with all youkai, Siyuk was to be born an animal, to grow as one. He had been destined to be raised as all young cubs were, to live in the wild and hunt for himself. However, that winter was to be his mothers last. And the beginning of a very different life. A life among mortals.
Three sunrises. Three sunsets. Three days.
That was all the time the spirits gave him with his mother. He would never know what a wise old spirit she had been, what knowledge she might've passed on to him. She had been of a dying species, one of the last Ussuri Brown Bears Youkai. She'd had no family but the cub she'd born into the world. And he'd have no family after she passed. He'd barely remember the scent of milk on her fur and her warmth, so short their time together had been.
But he'd always remember the blood.
They'd come while his mother still slept, while he'd curled tight against her body to fight the strange light that had washed over them. She'd been turned away. There had been no way for her to know what was upon them. Seven strange creatures smelling of acrid smoke had surrounded her and his bleating cries had not so much as roused her. His mother was dead before he could cry again. Seven spears had fallen on her body, seven wounds pressed deep for the kill, seven rivers of blood to bathe the newborn cub in. He was baptized a god by these strangers in his own mother's passing.
It was one of the same creatures that had murdered his mother that took him now, carried him awkwardly in its too short arms. He'd sneezed and struggled, but he was a babe and his strength was nothing by comparison.
It was not until much later that he would come to understand what had transpired that day. To the mortals who'd claimed him as their own, he had been a god, sent for their sacred Iomante. They would suckle him at the breast of their women until he was old enough to feed himself, then he would be set aside in a small home of his own where he'd be fed and visited upon by the tribe's shaman.
The wise old crone was not many winter's from her own death and she ailed that winter. It had been hoped that with this years successful hunt of a candidate for Iomante that they would stave off her death one season longer, in hopes that a new shaman would arise to take her place and learn her teachings before she passed.
Their surprise would be great when two years later, brought to sacrifice a man would rise from the bears fur to take on that task.
The old crone, whose name he would learn to be Cikaye, did pass away shortly after the winter ended and for some time after that the tribe believed it to be Siyuk's doing. But they also still believed him to be a god in mortal form and so he remained safe among them, safer still because before she'd passed Cikaye had passed onto him the tribe's history, their magics, their everything.
He was the container of all knowledge that would keep the tribe going for the next ten years when a suitable shaman would be found. During this time Iomante was stopped entirely and the hunt of bears forbidden, as their god decreed. It was with great zeal that he taught the new shaman, a young Ainu woman he'd always been fond of. She had a great zest for knowledge, one he admired and was pleased to further. It was strange in the tribe to find someone so interested in furthering themselves like that. So he was glad to oblige. In doing so he also managed to instill in the woman a great and deep respect for the man, the bear god made flesh, the one they'd called Siyuk.
After he'd taught her the ways and manners of the shaman, the histories and magics, it would be time to travel on his own to the outside world. The Ainu village had been his home and his prison for many years, but he vowed to return each year on the day of his mother's death to mourn and check in on the young shaman.
It was from that day on that he’d travel the world on foot, amassing not only great knowledge, but a collection of rare and antiquated books. These were his most precious possessions. Seldom could he be found without them. He’d meet many great minds and many great creatures of myth. Often they’d introduce themselves to him as if he’d always known them, youkai of many different species. It was through these first meetings that he’d learn of his true nature [though he’d suspected as much all along.]
He would go on to collect the histories of several different Kuma tribes before they disappeared entirely. He’d also learn of his mother, who had been the last of the Ussuri tribe. Now he was the last.
Strengths: Level Headed, Agile of Tongue and Mind, Physically Strong
Weaknesses: Prone to Fits of Anger [Especially in bear form], His Books, The Shaman Line of HIS Ainu Tribe
Most honorable deed: Keeping the knowledge of the Ainu tribe even after Cikaye passed away without a successor.
Most dishonorable deed: The murder of the seven trappers who killed his mother and stole him from the only home he'd ever have truly known.
Likes: Books, Reading, Learning, Heated Discussion, Moonlight, Quiet Forests, Libraries, Fish Dishes, Black Olives
Dislikes: Mishandling Literature, Unfounded Claims, Loud Noises, The Smell of Fire, Most Nuts [Allergies]
Aspirations:
Appearance:
A note on his "middle form" :: As I do not have a bear picture of Sweden, I will give a few notes on what he looks like in his half form. Incisors lengthen and thicken, while eyes darken and irises turn nearer to black than brown. His hair becomes thicker and takes on a "grizzled" coloring. Nails become more like claws, long and sharp. He also wears the heavy set ears of a bear, and a tail [though he doesn't necessarily show off the bulb of fur]
Character Claim: Berwald Oxenstierna [AKA Sweden ;; Hetalia]
Picture:
