[Kyrit]

Objective:

See that amazing, handsome Shinzo up there? Yeah. After rotting away forever on my wishlist his life was finally granted by the lovely Zein Duat. Only thing is... He came to life without a purpose! No name, personality, or background. Just a gender and a pretty face. So it looks like this little fellow is looking out at all of Evelon to help him out. I think he's gotten tired of me just calling him Shinzo after all.

Rules:

Not gonna be a whole lot here. I just want a name with something to go off of. Maybe you just want to type up his personality and tell me a bit about his past. Or you can write a whole story and let me go off of that. It's up to you.

-I will not accept names that aren't creative. "Matt, David" and things like that just aren't going to cut it. He needs something neat.

-He never killed anyone or anything evil like that. >> << >> Not my pretty Shinzo.

*Only one entry per person

*There will only be one winner, but if I want to pick a runner up that'll be fine. Prize will just not be as neat.

*I reserve the right to not pick any of them at all! If I don't think any of them fit him, oh well. I might still let what I thought was the closest idea have the prize.

Awards:

Two retired pets of your choice, or one retired kuhna. I'll buy it from the shop and have it sent to you.
Runner up, if there is one, will get one retired pet.

Judgment Day:

Er... Uh... Juuuuune 30th? I'll announce the winner on July 1st. If there aren't at least three entries, this contest will be held on longer.

[SirMax]

Name: Amarillo Violo.
Personality: Amarillo is proud but not arrogant. Friendly but not overbearing, Amarillo is very pleased with his own appearance, and isn't shy about using it to his advantage, but you won't see him pulling out a mirror on the street just to check himself out. He tends to be nice, but can turn mean when people insult his mother in particular, but also his close friends. He can often be found just working on artwork, a hobby of his- even though he's not that great at it.
Past: Amarillo's childhood was mostly happy, but when he was in the awkward stage partway between young child and adult, the preteen years, his mother, Bella Violo passed away. This had a profound affect on Amarillo, turning him from boisterously to carefully friendly, and caused him to hate chess- having played it so much with her, he associates it with her death and refuse to play under any circumstance. After his mother died, he spent a few more awkward years with the father he'd never connected with before running away from home and eventually ending up with Draiz

[Jaden Wolf]

Name: Helm ((I'm not sure if this is already taken...if it is, you could use 'Torm'))

Past: Helm/Torm was once a graceful angel blessed with a purple robe that reflected the endless night sky. His duty was to guard the door to the heavens, and he lived up to it, never leaving his post. One day however, he was betrayed. Another angel by the name of Shar ((Godess of dark)), challenged Helm/Torm to a duel. Bewildered, Helm/Torm accepted and the two fought. Though Helm/Torm almost deafeated her ((not kill-defeat)), she injured one of his wings and knocked him out of the sky. He knew he was not to let any creatures on Earth see him in his true form, so he used the last of his power to transform him into a shinzo. After he crashed, he wandered the Earth's surface aimlessly, looking for a way to get back to his duty. While healing, he realized that he might never be able to get back up, and so wanders Evelon, hoping to find a home where he can spend the rest of (eternity?)

Personality: He uses the remants of his powers to help people when no one is looking, and is very kind towards others, however cautious. He can often be found looking up at the heavens, remembering his past life. He has only revealed his past with people he is sure he can trust, often remembering the betrayal that landed him here. ((Okay my muse went ka-poof on the Personality part XD))

EDIT: I took the Draiz part outs!

[Peacecrest]

Okay.  So this was supposed to be short, but I got sort of...  Carried away? x3

Name: Charis (Pronounced CAR-iss)

Background story:  

Unterlagen fangen an; ?úbersetzung fangen an

Recording begin; translation begin.

Documentation number 22; subject number 13.

Year 1933; Day 12 of experimentation.

Subject 13: White male of twelve, accused of homosexuality.

Session eight of icy vat testing.  Subject appears within inches of dying.  Begin heating lamp for sun lamp testing.  Burns from previous sun lamp test remain open wounds.  The subject somehow is still alive though...

Charis was once named Cort, and he was a human being. He lived in Plaszow, Germany, a town not far outside of Auschwitz, with his mother.  His father had been taken by Nazi soldiers when he was very young, as they lived in the time of the Holocaust.  This left his mother to do all of the labor to care for him.  His mother farmed and worked to get money for her son by any means necessary.  No matter what she did though, there was never enough money to go around.  What she lacked in money, she made up for in love and nurturing.  Cort was so well loved that he never learned how to hate, or by the Nazi's standards, "How to be a man."  In the year of 1933, him being exceptionally effeminate at the age of twelve, he was taken in to Auschwitz and was given a uniform with a pink triangle stating that he was homosexual.  Whether he was or not, he was immediately subjected to the horrific testing of a Concentration camp.  Using his last lifelines, he suffered endlessly to stay alive.  It wasn't until after days of torturous pain did he die.

Though struggling so hard to keep alive, his body died, but his spirit didn't.

Free from his body to do as he pleased, he flew through the walls of the camp and eagerly to his home.  He was elated that he would see his mother again, only to find her dead in the same rocking chair she rocked him to sleep in.  Her body lay there wearily; years of work and hopelessness resting in the wrinkles on her face.  Distraught, Cort flew up and up; it was the only place he could think to go.  He found himself outside of ornate golden gates, but he was on the outside looking in.

He waited patiently and ecstatically outside of the gates.  He could see his mother and his father happy on the plains of heaven.  He knew someone was to let him in eventually, but when he shouted to his parents, they acted as though they could not even here him.  Depressed and hopeless, he screamed until his ethereal lungs gave out.

"They can not hear you," said a bird who had flown down and perched herself on the gates; her voice was a melodius trill that soothed Cort's spiritual body.

"Will you open the gate for me?" he asked weakly.

"No.  That is not my place.  I am Faiga, and I am but a messenger.  These gates can not open for you, young soul.  You fought so hard to stay alive that your soul is still tied to the Earth.  It is not the Earth itself, but the spirit of the Earth that no God could ever detach.  Therefore, you must return.  You will no longer be a soul though; you will be given a new form.  These are the conditions of the gods:  You will be returned to a new realm, different than your previous one, and you will take on the form of a beast called a Shinzo.  It will be new to you, but the beast is not uncommon where you are going.  Our gift to you is that you shall not be normal though.  You will be given the powers to establish peace and change the world.  With these powers, a demi-godly form will be given.  You will also be given a new name.  Charis.  The graceful one.  Be merry, Charis, and forget the past, as it is behind you."

With that, he fell back to Earth, though he could tell it was not the same Earth as before.  And that is where his new adventure began...

Personality:

Charis is a wise yet reclusive Shinzo.  He keeps to himself most of the time.  Should someone address him, he only lifts his downcast head in acknowledgment.  He will not speak for a while, but not because he is antisocial or shy.  What he is doing is thinking.  Addressing.  Processing.  He's seeking all of the hate in people's bodies, and he's analyzing what he could say next to create ease and peace.  He needs to spend all of his time processing so he can make sure there's no hate brooding in his realm.  It was the task that was assigned to him, after all, so he is diligent to it.  While he seems sad almost all of the time, he really is not.  Just lost in thought, is all.  Should there be a time of peace, he is actually quite the intellectual social butterfly.  But because there is rarely ever peace in the world, he is rarely ever like that.

[Kyrit]

Just as a side note, he doesn't have to have any ties to Draiz at all. I have a few characters that don't even know who she is.

[Toon-Souseiseki]

Eh.  might s well give it a shot:


Name:  Toleoni Nightlight

Personality:
Toleoni is a kind person when it comes to the poor and ill.  He grants wishes to one person at a time in their dreams at night.  When it's dawn Toleoni dissapears from that dream and so does that dream itself.  On rare ocassions, Toleoni gives those who mistreat people Nightmares that seem so real, they in fact do to that bad person.

Now for the story:  
It was a late night in the future, and the shinzo was on top of a roof top of a little girls house.   She's nice.  I'll make her dreams come true.  But at the struck of dawn, those things fade away, he thought to himself.  He looked at the girl through the window underneath him, to see if she was asleep.  

The shinzo flew in and onto the end of the little girls' bed.  "Hey, wake up," he told her softly.  The little girl woked up and was startled, "Wh-who are you?"  "Do not be afraid.  My name is Toleoni.  And I'm your dream savior.  Why don't we play?"  The little girl looked around and saw that she wasn't in her room.  Instead, flowers were everywhere.  A giant castle was behind her.  "So?  Is this what you wished for in your dream," asked Toleoni.  "I love it!  Let's play," said the little girl.  "Okay.  But not in that nightgown," said Toleoni and flew over her and to one side of the bed.  Toleoni snaped his claws, and the little girls night gown turned into a white ball gown.
 
The two of them played until the stroke of dawn came up and Toleoni looked up.  "I'm sorry, my lady.  But I must get going."  "Will I ever see you again," asked the girl.  "Possibly if you're good, good draems will come your way," said Toleoni.  Then he dissapeard from the little girl's dream, and back to reality up on the roof top.  "By day it's a dream.  By night, it's reality.  That's what I always say.  Haha."  Toleoni turned into his human form and jumped of of the roof.  

Like a cat, Toleoni landed on his feet into a dark alley.  "Nice job with th girl's dream.  Let's see how you like it in the past," said a Man in the shadows.  Toleoni turned around to look at the mens face, but it was to late.  He opened a black hole.  Toleoni tried to run away from the hole, but the Black hole was to strong, so he was sucked into it.  Then it closed up.  Toleoni turned back into his pet form.  What's going on?  What's going to happen to me, he thought.  

Toleoni landed in the the middle of a vast plains.  It was night time in the past.  Toleoni looked everywhere.  "This place isn't my home?  Where am I?  And where's that Knuckle-headed man that sent me here?  What is this place!"  "You're in Evelon, good sir," said a Temple fellox out in the plains, all alone.  Toleoni stared at the Temple fellox.  "And who might you be?  Tell me your name."  "Don't be so agressive all of a sudden.  It's just that you're so pretty in the moonlight.  Anyways.  My name is Idzuna.  I'm a pet for Draiz, my owner."  "Your...  owner?  I'm free.  I don't need a owner," said Toleoni.  "But you'll starve out here and be very cold out here in the plains.  Now, what's your name," asked Idzuna.  Toleoni looked at Idzuna like he was crazy.  

"I could give you a few things about Evelon if you wish," asked Idzuna.   It's true that I don't know where I am.  And this Draiz doesn't seem to be a bad person.  What the heck.  I'll give it a shot, Toleoni thought to himself.  "Okay.  If I come and live with you and Draiz.  Then I can do whatever I want around here?"  "Absolutly.  Evelon is a free country, now that the war here is over," said Idzuna.  "Okay.  I'll come along for the ride.  Heck, this might be fun," said Toleoni.  "Okay.  Now that that's taking care of.  Can you tell me your name," asked Idzuna.  "Oh, yeah.  It's Toleoni.  Toleoni Nightlight."  "Well.  Nice to met you, Toleoni.  Come on, you must be hungry," said Idzuna.  "Yeah.  After that Job I had to do.  I am hungry," said Toleoni.  Idzuna lead the way and Toleoni followed the way into the sunlight that came up.
End

Now that took an hour.  But I'm proud of it.  And it was quite fun.

[xebilponyx]

Well, Shinzo is a Japanese name, soooo...

Names: Kazuki (meaning "shining one" in Japanese); Akihiro (meaning "bright scholar/shining abroad" in Japanese); Akihiko (meaning "Bright/Shining Prince" in Japanese); Akira (Meaning "bright, clear dawn" in Japanese); Hideaki (meaning shining excellence/splendid brightness" in Japanese); Hideki (meaning "Splendid oppertunity" in Japanese"

Personality: This Shinzo is a quiet, effeminate sort of male, mostly keeping to himself and his books. He always addresses others with the utmost politeness, and speaks very softly, so one must truly listen to hear him. He is a scholarly creature, preferring to study his tomes and books instead of fight, and aspires to be a medic one day, so that he can heal those in trouble. He radiates a tranquil peace, and has a soothing effect on those around him, making him a highly sought-out sort of creature. Other pets will always bring their worries and troubles to him, and he'll just listen, pause, then offer them the best advice possible. Other pets look to him for guidance and comfort, he's a shining pillar in the community. His rare beauty and easy-going personality makes him an object of adoration for many girls, who often seek him out. When he wishes to be left alone, he will hole himself up in the library or his room with a stack of books and just absorb as much knowledge as possible. Not only does he like to read fact books, but also fiction, especially fantasy series. He also privately likes to write his own stories in his spare time, though he's much too shy to ever share them with anyone except someone he trusts implicitly. He's the kind of creature one finds oneself trusting quickly. Though he offers kindness to all, it is somewhat difficult to actually worm your way into his heart. He offers guidance to many people, but rarely opens himself up and shares things about himself with others. He's a hard friend to win, but once you've earned his affection and trust, you'll have a true friend for life, one you can depend upon.

[Rainbowfox Ari]

I couldn't help it - I wrote my entry as a story. I hope you don't mind. Personality and all can be seen in the entry. But if you need clarification, please tell me.
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"Whenever I look up the the sky, I'm reminded of him. Of why I'm here. Of who I am. In that way - I can never forget."

The creature speaking is beautiful. A Shinzo, by any other name. But one as unique and sparkling as a distant star. As one looks at him, he seems to shift in the vision. One moment a human, the next an animal, and even stranger creatures after that. All cycling just below the surface, brought out only by the mind's eye. But, for all that, he appears normal - as such things go.

"My name? It really doesn't matter. But I used to be known by many. Now - I just go by my most familiar.. most common. The closest name to my heart. Nhil'kinai'seio. Just Seio, if you don't mind. Rhymes with Mayo. Sort of odd to think of it that way."

The Shinzo gives a laugh, and goes back to looking up at the stars. His own skin sparkles and shimmers like that at which he gazes.

"My story?... It is a long one. It spans many generations, and many more years than one can possibly fathom. I am - as they would say in primitive terms... ageless. All of us created from stardust share that quality, really. Even those with finite lifespans... we are immortal through memory and song. Story and myth. My name means "Without Song There Is Nothing". A long way of saying that I am... a storyteller. Of sorts."

He pauses here, thinking, reaching up to scratch his chin before finally choosing the right words to continue.

"I was born of legend. Actually, from the notes of a very special song. One sung to a group... a family... of sorrow, triumph, happiness, sadness... Life. I was brought into being in that way, as a melody of their lives. But my father... he is the one who has cast me down onto fair Evelon. What purpose he had for doing such a thing, I do not know. Even the memory of that other time and place is hazy to me. I may have known once... but the memory exists within me no more."

Another pause, as he takes his time, and chooses his words as wisely as possible.

"My father is a being of great power, and great good. He is a God - of sorts. Eriot. Life and Light, Joy and Laughter. These are his domains. But there must always be a balance - and as such his reign also includes Shadow and Sorrow. I suppose you could call me a mixture of these. But the notes of my life have yet to sour - and my purpose is still unclear."

He moves further up the grassy knoll, and sits, shifting into human form, cross-legged. His black hair sparkles with starlight, much as his lavender hide does as a Shinzo.

"While I say I do not know my true purpose... this is not a lie. But I do have a gist - of sorts - as to what I am doing here. I was sent here to protect, accept, and collect stories. Stories from all over. Stories of joy, of woe, of terror, and of laughter. I do this, as my name suggests, through song. What stories I hold within me, I express through the power of my words, through lyrics and phrases. My songs have power - the power to change reality."

He sighs, and leans down, putting his chin on his hand, and the elbow of that hand on his leg.

"But it is a power that is, at most, bittersweet. For I sing the songs of the lives that pass before me. It is my talent, my power, and my duty. I still do not know why my creator has sent me to hold these songs within my heart, to sing them to minds unwilling to believe, to weave them around ears unwilling to hear. But that is my task. It is with this sole purpose I was created. And perhaps for this sole purpose I will be destroyed. As of yet, there is only one family... one bloodline of souls... able to hear and respond to my melodies. They are the progeny of my creator - my brothers of spirit. I do not know which names they go by in this world... because they are with me only in dreams."

He looks up, and his eyes hold both a sadness and a joy that mixes and mingles until both cancel each other out, and there is nothing but a vast emptiness. A lavender nothingness as vast as space itself.

"There are others. I sing to others. No names are known to me as of yet. I have just begun this work, although I have been doing similar work for many, many years. This particular task was set before me as a lesson. Just what it is I am supposed to learn, I do not know. My master... my creator... my father... He too, will be arriving on this plane from the other. To watch and listen. To gather and learn what he can. And I will be with him. Forever beside him - as it is both my duty and pleasure to be his creation. I am - if you will allow the expression - a living Muse.  A gift of one god to an unfamiliar plane. One to share the pain and sorrow of generations... and one to create the joy and sadness in melody that will forever be sung among the stars. Even long after I am gone."

His eyes turn back to the stars. There is longing in the sigh that follows. It makes one want to cry from the almost-heartbroken feeling that emanates from this not-entirely-human being.

"I am grateful that I have been sent here. And I will do my job faithfully - serving Eriot until he sees fit to have me destroyed. But there is a part of me that does not believe in the people of Evelon. Perhaps it is this that Eriot wants me to learn? To trust? What is trust? And what is feeling? All I know, all I have ever known, is song, melody, notes, and rhythm. Sorrow? Do I sing for it? Joy as well... these are things I am still trying to learn. And this is why I have come here,  I suppose. To sing, to watch, to learn... and eventually to love. Love - as Eriot is fond of saying - is the constant staccato in all melodies of life. Perhaps... he has sent me here... to sing my own song?"

With that, the strange, graceful being falls silent, turning back to a contemplation of the stars, a small smile touching his lips.

[kabuto_rocks]

Name:  ---

Personality: Quiet, Watchful, Peaceful

History/Info:

--- is a celestial being, a creature created almost entirely out of stars. He is kind of the watcher of the universe-it is said that he makes all the important decisions, although he has never revealed whether or not this is true. It seems that he has been sworn to secrecy, although by who or what it is unknown.

He is a peaceful sort of being, preferring to keep away from other pets. He is not hostile if he meets any though, but he acts very mysteriously and seems to watch other people doing things rather than taking part in the activities himself.

There is an old legend which is rumoured to be about him:

(I haven't read the other entries just in case I get influenced by them, so if any of this sounds like a previous idea then I apologize)

-Will Edit Later-

[robopup24]

I'll give this a shot XD I seriously cannot resist these sort of contests XDD;;

Name:

-Altair ("The Flyer" in Arabic)

-Vladimir ("To rule with greatness" or "to rule with peace" in Slavic)

-Aruna ("Reddish brown" in Sanskrit)

History:
I.
Obviously crime pays, or there'd be no crime.
- G. Gordon Liddy

---

What in the world was going on?

The loud blaring of sirens woke the Shinzo up, and he blearily squinted at the flashing lights of the police cars. He grumbled to himself as he slid out of bed. This was bad news. Then again, if cops were around in the Slums, it was always bad news.

"Oh! Y-you're awake!"

The Shinzo spun around and found his partner, and one of his few trusted friends, Ovi, nervously wringing his wings together. The anthro crow glanced out the window and seemed to cringe at the commotion outside. "You know what happened?"

The Shinzo shrugged. "Make sure everything's hidden. I have a feeling that the cops are going to bust in."

Ovi hurriedly adjusted his grease-covered jacket and took off down the stairs. The Shinzo sat back down on the bed. The covers stirred and a Rabbot B2 stuck her head out.

"Get ready, Allaria," the Shinzo said. Allaria's long ears twitched and she was out in a flash. The Shinzo heard the clattering from the dingy hallways as she was getting out the emergency bags.

The door suddenly burst open, just as a ragged Ovi came back in. The anthro crow gave a half-surprised squawk and seemed to cower before the grim-faced police. The Shinzo was unaffected as he strode up to them. In a crisp, cool tone, he said, "Good evening, gentlemen. May I help you?"

"Police," the tall cop droned. He flashed his badge in front of the Shinzo and eyed Ovi suspiciously. As if that was enough explination, he shoved his way past the Shinzo and began to yank open random doors, handling everything with a great carelessness that made the Shinzo wince.

The short cop that stepped in seemed to be more polite in his manner than his companion. He tipped his overly-tall hat toward them before beginning his search. The Shinzo sat down and watched them with sharp eyes, keeping a calm air around him.

Ovi was the exact opposite. The poor guy paced around the room feverishly, muttering to himself every now and then about 'staying out of dirty affairs'.

"We have visitors, huh?"

Allaria re-entered the room, in her human form, a cigarette in her hand. The Rabbot had little concern from the side-effects of smoking as she reasoned that they wouldn't affect her mechanical body. Still, the Shinzo hated it when Allaria smoked. The lingering, bitter smell always made him gag.

She took a long drag on her cigarette and began to stride over to the Shinzo. The tall cop stopped her.

"Stay where you are," he snapped. "You have the right to remain silent." He ignored her sharp glare and rifled through some of the drawers in the counter before heading toward the other part of the house. The short cop chuckled.

"Pretty thing, aren't you? I'd like it if you'd come around sometime... you know... to hang out..."

Allaria disdainfully held her head up high and didn't answer. The short cop's chuckles ceased and he gave an amused sigh. The tall cop soon came strolling back and snapped, "All right, you!" He jabbed a gloved finger at Ovi. The anthro crow frantically looked around to see if he was talking to anyone else. "I'm talking to you! You're coming with us!"

Ovi paled so much that the Shinzo swore his feathers turned a light gray. "M-me?"

The Shinzo stepped in, not intent on letting his friend go with these monsters. "Pardon me, but I think you've made a mistake. He's just passing by-"

"I know what I'm doing!" The tall cop snapped. "You, bird, come with us! Save your excuses for the court!" He snapped handcuffs over Ovi's wings and proceeded to roughly drag him out. Allaria stepped forward, a dangerous gleam in her eyes. The police raised their eyebrows at this and the short one reached for his taser. The Shinzo raised a paw, signalling for her to control herself. With a growl, the Rabbot returned to her position, her face twisted with hate.

"Smart girl. It's a pity for you to waste your life here." The short cop remarked. "Now if you'll excuse us, we'll be going now. Ta ta."

As they dragged Ovi away, the anthro crow looked back at them, a pleading look in his eyes. The Shinzo met them with a steady gaze, a promise embedded in it.

We will get you out.

The door slammed shut and the sirens soon died away, back into the empty, silent night...

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"All right, Voltaire, what did you get us into this time?"

The Fallen Luhna regarded them with cold, calculating eyes, though his voice was decievingly warm. "My friends, I assumed you knew the risks of what you were taking on. It was in your contract, in the terms..."

The Shinzo slammed his paw on the desk. "Screw the terms, Voltaire! Ovi was taken away! What is in that package you gave us? It seems to me that the cops want it really bad-"

"Of course they do," Voltaire promptly answered. "Justice doesn't live in the government anymore, my friend. They only steal for themselves and give nothing back to the people. What do you expect? The package I have given you is far more valuable than your friend..."

Allaria had been silent up to this point. Now the Rabbot slammed her paw on their employer's desk and growled, "Listen up. Ovi is far more important than you think he is! Now you start listening closely, or I'll tear your head off!"

"Allaria," Voltaire calmly answered. His golden eyes, though, were flared up in anger and his voice took on a sharp tone. "You always had a temper problem, my dear." He paused, gave a cruel smile. "I suppose you'll want to go after your little friend to save him."

"Of course we do," the Shinzo snapped. "But... you must tell us! What is in that package?"

Voltaire gave a tired sigh. "Very well, then. Do you have it with you on hand?"

Allaria rummaged through the knapsnack she was carrying and shoved a plain looking box, wrapped crudely in newspapers, at the Luhna.

I shall continue when I feel more motivated >3>; Don't worry, I'll get it done before the deadline.

[Mojave]

Name(s): Avren; Xisazi; Silmarillion
Pronunciation: Ay-vren; Zee-sa-zee; Sill-mar-ill-ion

Note: I know Silmarillion is the name of the History of Middle Earth. But I love the word, and considering the nature of this story, I think it fits. But I included two other names in case it offends anyone or if your tastes run more toward the other two. ^^

The greatest, and yet the most tragic gift that all sentient beings have is the paradox of who we are. Not what we are- that is simple to see. Who am I? Who are you? Who is the stranger sitting next to you? The shinzo sat upon a wooden bench, his tail draping off the back and curled behind him upon the ground. His arms lay upon his thighs and the wings behind and above his eyes twitch as if he were in thought. He cleared his throat and smiled. His voice was that of someone who was in no hurry, with a sing-song lilt and vast understanding of everything around him. "Forgive me, I have such a long tale to tell. But rather than waste your time with introductions, let me begin.

There are those that say our lives result from our choices, and those that say it is from a higher power of some sort or another. I believe... it is both. There are many destinies we can live, but only one that we manage in the end. I think you'll see why when I'm finished.

It was more than a storm, more than a war, more than a bedraggled town with a tragic end. My family was dead for some time when I was born. And not just some- every last member. My mother was dead when I was born, I was removed from her womb in the nick of time. My rescuers were gypsies, I guess you could say. They were certainly rowdy, vagabonds, nomadic, monetarily and culturally rich, and above all... tightly knit together. And they had no clue what would emerge when they cut my mother open...

I tell my story through my current eyes- how I understand these events to have happened and the reasoning behind them as well.

It wasn't long before I realized the differences between myself and that group of rowdy vagabonds. For one, they always knew their place, what their lives would entail and in some cases, what to expect for marriage. I knew none of these things, and didn't care. I was a child- happy to play games, sleep all day, listen to our mentors impart ancient knowledge to us, and learn the code of conduct, caste, and our place in the world. But I was never content to remain a vagabond and I have always wanted to know more than just the basic knowledge for survival.

For all my life, that great and terrible riddle has plagued me. I knew what I was- a uniquely colored Shinzo. But who was I then? Who would I become? Would I be happy with myself? And how would I achieve such a thing? To always choose the right path, say the right thing, do the right thing? I took my question to the soothe sayer, but she had no answers.

And then.. our lifestyle changed. Our leader had found a place for us- a permanent place. While the rest of my 'family' rejoiced, I felt sad. Deprived of all the adventures, knowledge, and possibilities I could have experienced. Of course, such sentiments weren't welcomed by any of the gypsies. I didn't disgrace myself by over staying my welcome. By this time, I had learned that the majority of that group hadn't expected nor wanted me to live my life out with them. Neither they nor I could find a place among them to fit in.

It goes without saying that being on your own is tough. But it is more arduous a task when you are young, foolish, and naive. I learned the hard way all those simple lessons that mothers tell their children at their knees. I cannot say I had never heard the warnings, but I never listened as a youngster.

Don't talk to strangers doesn't mean you can't give a greeting and be polite. It means don't impart important information. Don't communicate past the friendly hellos and don't trust them just because tell you a name or a story.

Don't take food from strangers. There's more to that than food. Don't take anything from someone you don't know. It could land you in a heap of trouble if you don't know why they're giving it to you nor where they got it.

Don't lie, steal, or cheat. Lying only gets you in worse trouble while I always seemed to get caught eventually for cheating and stealing.

Lessons like those, I learned the hard way. I made many friends in and out of prisons and jails, among street-wise folk and law enforcers. All kinds I knew and all kinds I befriended. All sorts of situations I've been in and all sorts of ways I've learned to get out of them. But I won't go into too much detail. It doesn't do to teach everyone all the tricks nor to appear as if I know them all. Besides, what worked for me very well may not work for anyone else.

But back to my story. I said I always sought knowledge, and thus I visited every library, museum, art gallery, art show, street performer and the like that I came upon. I soon learned the hardships that each place and person went through to maintain an existence at each. And learned about the natural history our planet has gone through.

But I speak of my easy times. Temptation... it has many forms. Food, drink, shelter, lust, money, power, the easy way out of all situations. But my temptation came in the form of a journey; one that would change me forever. There was no woman to tempt and betray me, no friends or other living thing to betray me. I have always been a solitary creature, too absorbed in my search for the answer to the Great Riddle.

My journey began in Tengel, when I came upon the ruins of that ancient library. I was there the day the moonlings appeared, and watched in horror as those evil shadow beasts tore through the jungle in such a rage. It was here that I began to really wonder what I was doing, and how I would  find my answer. But I also began to wonder if there was even a point to my ambitions. Would anyone remember me? Would my discovering the answer make any difference in the scheme of things? I had no clue, but I was determined that I would make it matter for someone.

Through my journey, I matured with every hard knock. I sacrificed some part of me, my plans, belongings, or heart to anyone who touched me. There have a been a few, but I cannot tell you which touched me more. Also, with every sacrifice, I made a discovery. I discovered just how low I would go just to survive. I learned how to judge people's character and who to trust and who not to. I found out that I am my own best keeper and that to get the best results for me, I must learn to do things myself. If we all do things ourselves, we need not pay anyone else to do them, depend on someone else, and we cannot yell at anyone else if a mistake is made.

But with my ambition comes remorse. I have chosen my path carefully and wasted nothing in my life. But I regret that I have so few friends, I regret that I have never loved, never taken the time to enjoy the celebrations around me. I regret that I always notice that the world has passed me by when it's too late to make amends and that I have let many relationships wither and die simply because I was too focused on finding my answer.

Now that I am older, I gaze upon myself not with vanity or hope, but with understanding, acceptance, regret, and contentedness. I have earned the markings upon my body- no I was not born with them. They are recent acquisitions, in fact. The star dust arose when I gained the wisdom of acceptance and understanding. The gold tips upon my wings and ear-wings to symbolize sins, mistakes, and regrets. My feet are stained from the memories of my travels and to forever remind me that life is a journey and it ends only when we die.

I impart this knowledge to you in hopes that, at the very least, you will make the same mistakes I did, and learn for yourself all the lessons your life will impart to you. We all receive different mentors- luck, misfortune, chance, and fate. And thus our lessons are always different and yet the same. I wish you luck and safe passage on your own travels. And I hope that one day, our paths will meet.

He bowed his head to you, and gained his feet. A small puff of dust flew up to surround his feet, and for some odd reason, the dust changed to a dark purple and melted into his flesh. Without another word, he left, continuing his quest for knowledge of self.

[Audra]

<sup>N A M E :
OK, I have some ideas..
1. Evermore
2. Shione
3. Aspen
4. Kai

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P E R S O N A L I T Y :
The mystical Shinzo is very knowing and alert, yet relatively calm, also pretty insightful on the aspects of life. Softened by kind-heartedness and he carries a small sense of vanity and he lets it be known, still having a sympathetic tone. The Shinzo is confident in everything he says and has a tendency to plan ahead; Plus, he makes things seem clearer. He keeps his promises, and therefore is very trustworthy. This special Shinzo likes casual and comfortable (not awkward) conversations, and tries to avoid to many people (a very good observer, though). He also has agreeable manners, strives to never leave anything unfinished. You may feel or think he looks expressionless, except if it weren't for his eyes, which describe his emotions all in itself. If he's interested in you or wants to meet you, he'll try to understand and learn more about you so he can become your friend.


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[Kyrit]

Just as a note, this is still open~

[SirMax]

What, this isn't enough entries? xD