Character Questionnaire – Ennis

As requested by my DM for my Dungeons and Dragon’s game, we are to fill out this questionnaire for our characters. Ennis, being my character, is now being portrayed as a Warlock and so I had to alter some of their facts and little tidbits about them. Most of their answers are no different from how they are usually and I felt I personally got to know them even more now. Their characterization has improved and I felt that it could be fun to share (especially since our next game is tomorrow night!)
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  • Describe your character’s relationship with their family

Ennis has little to no memory of their birth father; in fact Ennis doesn’t even know the truth about his mother’s life before marriage. His mother, Saria, had done her best to raise Ennis even though Ennis was forbidden from setting foot outside thanks to his stepfather, Folwin, He was much more over protective of the family name than his family’s wellbeing; Ennis grew up feeling that their mother didn’t truly love their stepfather, but she would always dismiss the idea if they brought it up. Saria married Folwin in order to give Ennis a ‘normal’ life thinking riches and a seat higher in society would suffice; Saria’s family was known for their massive production of silk and rare fabrics and marrying Folwin doubled their wealth. As grateful and happy as they were, the happiness was only temporary.

  • What is your character’s biggest fear?

During childhood, they were afraid of Satyrs. Folwin took matters into his own hands to sever the ties between Ennis and their real father, to ‘protect’ his family when in reality it was to not be connected to the foul creatures, as he referred them to. Fearing the Satyr’s wild nature to be rambunctious, no respect for the law and overall evil. However as they grew up, they have grown to not only fear, but also hate them, due to the idea that Satyr’s assaulted their mother before Ennis was born. Their following fears are not being able to be accepted by society.

  • What is the worst thing they have ever done?

While being homeschooled and forbidden to step foot outside, Ennis took interest in studying magic. Taught the basics by their tutor and warned about how universal magic is; used for good and evil, light and dark and everything in between. Ennis found themselves awoken in their family’s library late on night by the sounds of a famished Peryton who had made its way into their home. Stalking its prey, not quite attacking, but soon spoke as clouds of euphoria gas spilled from its lips. It sensed Ennis’s true origins in their blood and offered a pact. Feeding them stories about wishing to help and how, if they accepted, they will fulfill their dreams. Curiosity over came them and accepted becoming a patron to the Archfey; plagued by nightmares and terrors. Ennis found themselves in pain as their fingers were now stained black, cursed with inverted eyes and their legs now replaced with their proper satyr half.

 

  • What have they been doing for the past three years?

Sneaking out and immediately seeking help from the Mage’s Circle in the dead of night for the drawbacks of the pact, but received none. Arrested and deemed unholy for their appearance and essence of unregistered magic, was taken to the highest courts of Succession law and was charged guilty trespassing and being an outsider. Was soon branded with the court’s sigil, Ennis pleaded and begged for their mother, hoping she could convince them that Ennis was still Elven born. To their surprise, it was Folwin who stepped up while their mother could only weep in silence. Folwin’s protest seemed very lethargic and unconvincing, but the courts did take into account Saria’s presence. Coming to a decision, the courts ordered Ennis to seek out their own worth. Not told if it was money, treasure, or power, they were to never return until they had found it. To survive out in the world, explore and record new worlds and to provide new information of magic, culture, history and whatever else they find to bring back at the end of their journey. However it had proven much more difficult than Ennis anticipated; having to learn to survive with their own wits and few supplies granted by the courts. Let alone the Archfey living through them.

 

 

  • What is their most prized possession?

Besides the arcane crystal hanging from their neck, Ennis’s most prized possession would be the aged and partially broken antlered skull that they keep at the top of their bag. A token, a momentum of their, long lost friend. A cleric named Shix was one of Ennis’s first companions they had met after being banished; an odd one of sorts who was quite the wise cracking worshipper. Picked up the skull on a particular journey together and to be funny/intimidating, Shix would put it on their head like a mask and it soon became part of their usual attire. Neither they nor Shix saw the madness that crept its way through Shix’s mind and soon consumed them, literally. A mouth, eyes, a voice; the metamorphosis overtook Shix and turned them into a living nightmare. All Ennis could do was watch the mob of people, who chased Shix down, die at Shix’s hands before they took off into the night, leaving Ennis all alone. Now Ennis keeps the skull close to encourage and keep their friend alive; their first real friend.

 

  • Who has influenced them the most?
    -Adila Sedraïa and K.Kõiv, two very different women Ennis had learned about while growing up. Adila is an Elvish folk singer whose songs really helped Ennis’s concentration, grounding, and overall enjoyment. K.Kõiv on the other hand is a legend, or has been taught that way. She is said to be a power witch who only to live in stories; an unknown alignment and many stories of her doing many different things, good and evil, but all sharing the theme of guidance. Having grown up with stories of her, Ennis believes she exists and wishes to one day be graced with her presence and learn all he can about her; befriending her and offering all he has to be taught in her ways.

 

  • What is their favorite animal?

-Ennis loves most kinds of animals, from cats to dogs, to antelopes to reindeer to wolves. They have a sweet spot for young bears, and reindeer especially, but not well know to many, is that Ennis has a curious side for wolverines, owlbears and barghasts.

 

  • What element do you associate them with?

-Fitting their birthday, Ennis associates with Earth. Growing up how they did, they are very strict on themselves to follow the rules and disciplined. They are slow to act in most cases as they can’t think properly during chaos. Whether it be their heritage or the pact with the Archfey, they have a strong connection with the earth. Loving and showing appreciation for everything it shares with them; grounded by their desire for the truth about their family holds them and their mind to be very rigid and heavy even when they deeply wish to experience more flowing freedom and balance of the other elements.

  • What is their favorite thing to do in their free time?

When they aren’t taking notes in their journal of their findings to one day return home with all they have learned, Ennis enjoys reading tarot and studying glyphs/runes. While they are not the greatest, they find solace in being able to connect with those not on their plane of existence. Seeking advice through mostly single card layouts and learning about other sorts of history & magic through the symbols they encounter from books, caves, etc.

  • What is the #1 thing they would like to accomplish in their lifetime?

Besides meet K.Kõiv, they full heartedly wish to learn and confront their biological father. The one who allegedly forced himself on their mother and caused her to live her life in shame as she calls Ennis her child.

Constructing – Carrington

Another throwback because I am feeling some more nostalgia. During sophomore year, the class was tasked with creating a 3D animal, but turning it into some form of mechanical being. Creating an animal using found objects and pieces; it was a way of sculpture and a three dimensional illustration.

It may not have been my best work, but I was still very proud of this little guy. I gave them the name of Carrington; he still lives to this day, unfortunately with his head not properly attached to his body.

Constructing – ‘The Headache’

Last year around January I participated in the DWR Champagne Chair contest (through SCAD) where my classmate and I had to create a miniature model of a chair, any design we’d like. Brenton (my classmate) and I created a basic design using only the foil, the cage and the cork of a champagne bottle; as directed by the official rules.

I figured it be time that I actually show the production (not only for portfolio reasons), but just because its been over a year and I really enjoy sharing this collaborative piece.

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Mothers Day

Obligatory late Mother’s Day post
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Thank you
Thank you for loving me
Supporting & Being there for Me
For 21 years you did not give up
It has been an absolutely wild ride
Especially considering I have not been the perfect child
I know we have had our troubles
Our Fights
Our Disputes
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But we have grown stronger the more time has past
Our love and our bond will continue to grow
Change
And Become Stronger
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I love you!
Happy Mother's Day (2017)

VJ: Literature Season

18193302_1504582989551858_8661160181173878759_o‘Tis the season for reading
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Just Kidding, its the season to read 24/7, 365 days a year 🙂

As a child I was never a huge fan of reading unless it was comic books, however I still enjoyed it when my parents or teachers read to me (given if I found the book interesting). Now I find myself in college where I am studying to actually become an illustrator who works in the publication industry. Children’s Books is what I would really like to do, but I find interest in Editorial as well.

Either way, I would love to continue to encourage and spread the joy of reading. Personally I prefer to have the book in my hands as suppose to behind a screen, but as long as people are reading I shouldn’t be too picky.

Currently I am revisiting Childhood favorites and discovering new titles with my boyfriend. So far we have read….

  • A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Wide Window
  • Rat Queens: Issue 1 – 3

Last night we started Patrick Rothfuss’ “The Name Of The Wind”

What books are you currently reading?

Visual Journal – 1mpre55i0nable

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I myself am someone who has been perceived as impressionable, gullible, naïve and too trusting.

Speak one sentence, a phrase or a fact and I will second guess myself. I never know what is the true truth (though do any of us?)

However I know that this is who I am
This trait is part of my genetic makeup
A part of my identity and the idea of the ‘self’

My personality is mine
Mine Alone and runs through my veins
Pumping directly from my overused and exhausted heart.
I feel it seep through my skin
Building itself up with every drop
Exposing its soft tissued shell into my palm
Taking in the air and oxygen directly as it continues to fuel me and my body

Shocking it may be
but it demands comfort
As we both wander in the scary world beyond the rose colored glass.

I will cradle it forever in my arms
Letting the saturated red stain my finger tips
So that I may forever leave my mark.

“G0 O*F*F”

I’m not sure how many of you have heard the song “Go Off” – M.I.A ?

Its been appearing on my Spotify quite frequently and its been growing on me a lot. My favorite line is her referring to her third eye and how its always focused; its really been resonating with me. The kind of drum beat matched with the song is really empowering to me. The visual image I get in my head when I hear it reminds me very much of movies and TV shows when the protagonist suddenly gains a massive power up. Imagining this third unseen eye just SNAPPING open and suddenly feeling power flow around you as you become some sentient being who sees and knows all.

For me, it resonates with my ADD/ADHD (I have a combined form of the two) because usually as my attention is easily taken, its like I’m already aware of any and everything around me. With the addition of an added the quote from the 1998 TV show “Daria” because while it is a funny/witty line, its like “Hey Here Is A Boost!” and then as you are seated higher, everything becomes clearer and more open. Possibly even the meaning of life (Kind of a Stretch though); I hope someone has seen “Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy” in order to get that 42 reference.

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Visual Journal

On a spontaneous late night Trip to Walmart around 12:30am

Sitting in the Clearance Aisle I had found a blank 240 page journal and was utterly compelled to have it. Recently on Pinterest and Instagram I had begun to fall in love with journal art and the act of visual journaling. Given that I am a visual person who loves to create, I figured I’d give it a go because the act of combining an array of written, collage, illustrated and other mixed media is just so appealing (not to mention Aesthetic).

So I believe that adding entries from my own Visual Journal will be just the another way to incorporate more creativity. Hopefully you all will enjoy!

IPIP-NEO Self Story

Forgive me as this may not be the best-organized story; let alone follows the rubric. This isn’t exactly a memory, so I hope I do not get marked poorly for this decision. I prefer to tell a tale, even if it has been told many a time. I am no English major like a mother so fair warning.

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He is average. Yet feels he isn’t like most people; humans and mortals as he jokingly says. Nor does he think he is a god or divine, never in his life has he thought like that. Only once did he start to believe that he was a prince, gathered his courage to announce his self worth; placing a crown upon his head at a tilt. Unfortunately this did not last as the crown began to look more like a jester hat; its long floppy and decorative top jiggled with the bells tied to the ends.

Tossing it aside he continued to live his average life; greeting those he crossed with a sheepish smile even though most didn’t stay long. It is best to be polite and kind his mother and father always said. Always had to look nice, neatly combed hair, presentable clothing and good grades to talk about. Surprised how every morning he looked in the mirror and didn’t see button eyes or a warranty tag in the reflection. However it never felt like enough.

In the mirror was a large, round, insecure, below average intelligent black sheep. Quite possibly the equivalent to a pauper. If that is what the mirror sees, then that it should be. Even currently he resides as a pauper despite growing up and slimmer; living in fear that he hasn’t done enough, that he has already failed. Failed at what specifically is hard to tell, as it seems to be a new topic ever time. Constantly reminding himself of that silly dream of being a prince as he feels shrouded by his younger sibling who is an ill fitted heir.

That’s malice thinking; he shouldn’t think such things especially about his family or anyone for that matter. Oh, but the expectations and the failure to properly communicate on both ends; they aren’t family unless they don’t back seat drive your anxiety. His second family of those outside his bloodline, his friends, oh how he loves them. Standing besides them like a mother stands next to her young children, holding their hands for fear of what could happen to them. Seeing so many bruises and scars that already liter their bodies; how they are there he doesn’t know, he just wishes to dust the soot and dirt off so they can see the crowns on their own heads.

Enjoying his evening walks he is still confronted with the fact that there is only so much he can do. The world holds too many people; witnessing this fact in the reflection of the moon that he sees on the water’s surface during his walk. Pausing on his walk to stare deeply into the water that was brought by rain, feeling connected to the thought of heavy rainfall, it brings him peace. Born in winter under the two cycling fishes gives him this connection to water and a deeper connection to his emotions.

While depression seems to be the ruling entity, his hope is still very much alive. Flicking softly like a candle that, while doesn’t offer much warmth to many, can still offer light. For you see, he had made his choice; while he wishes for magic and abilities that only come in his dreams, he chose this life. Plucking each newly formed feather like a flower in a field to share; hoping that each new day another will blossom as it tries to regrow the once taintless field of white.
Choosing to stay and enjoy what bonds he’s made with those who had graciously taken from the wings that hide on his back.

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A short story written for my Psychology class reflecting the results of the International Personality Item Pool Representation of the NEO PI-R

The Caregiver

Stained and tainted with soot and ash, yet still stood tall. How they do so much for others that they neglect themselves. Keeping others warm and safe, while up pushing to the brink of destruction.
Burn them down, use them for wood, shelter, food (if any to give). They shall stay standing no matter; their leaves will grow once again to supply themselves with oxygen to keep going

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