Showing posts with label eternia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eternia. Show all posts

03 April 2010

Dawn Eternia Background part 5

Title: To Begin Anew
Author: SilverInk
Writing: Character Background Story
Word Count: 1199


“You’re going to be meeting an influential figure who claims to have familial ties with you,” Sarah revealed on the weekly walk to the volunteer Center. “Afterwards, you can decide whatever decisions after.”

As Sarah chatted with Judith conversationally, Dawn went into the other room, where Nicholas was waiting patiently, examining a globe.

“Good afternoon, sir,” she said tacitly.

He turned and smiled, “Hello there. Come. Take a seat.”

Dawn did as he said quietly, watching his every move clandestinely. The
  man in the green suit sat down across from her calmly and seeing that she had no inclination to start talking, introduced himself and asked her for her name politely.

“Dawn Eternia, sir. No surname.”

“What about we make a little trade, Dawn; I’ll tell you about my life, and you can tell me about yours.”

She made no reaction to this strange and sudden proposal, except to look up at Mr. AuNevin.

He took it as a signal for him to start, and began to narrate the general line of his life story as succinctly as possible. Beginning at with a quick description of family life, he moved into school businesses and later, the war. He lingered on his current lifestyle, traveling abroad to do research and hone his magic.

As expected, Dawn began her story where he left off, telling him what she knew about how she was found, and about life in the orphanage. She described life on the streets with strange content, and her two years with Mrs. Fellon as if she had lived there her whole life.
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There was a quiet moment after all this, and father and daughter sat, contemplating the other’s tale. Nicholas then began a question and answer period, beginning with Dawn wondering how he trained in his younger years.
“I was one of the few mages at my school then, and greatly shunned at first. Judith, the lady outside, was probably my only friend for a while. She was a science and martial arts expert, and while quizzing me on random subjects—usually something to do with science--we would spar.

“Occasionally we would practice with magic, her being at a disadvantage. But after several months, we discovered she had acquired the ability to generate shields. We practiced thus until the war began, then found positions in which we would be useful in the military.”

“And when you returned you were revered as a hero.”

“Correct. And you? How have you trained?”

“Well, the orphanage lady was rather ambivalent about everyone there. There were 20 of us total, and even though we weren’t at all close, we worked out pretty quickly everyone’s strengths and weaknesses and divided up the chores that way; my job was to maintain the gardens and deliver packages or mail So after homework, I would fly around making deliveries, and then practice with the elements in the backyard.

“During my year in the streets I couldn’t practice much but dazzle little children with  simple tricks. But I did improve my aim drastically, as well as my ability to work small.

“Mum was the best. She didn’t know much about magic, but she would bring home books that we would pour over together. I learned a bunch of basics such as fundamental lore, terminology—such as spells versus charms—and energy concepts. I’d practice everyday outside; magic by myself, martial arts with her, because she knew a bit.”

“Mum?”

“Mrs. Sarah Fellon; I’ve been staying with her for about two years and I’ve just gotten used to calling her Mum.”

He nodded, understanding, and after another moment, spoke again: “Just curious, how did you get your name?”

“My first words, they said, were Dawn and Eternia. They didn’t know my surname and was then hopeful of finding a parent, so I wasn’t given one… What were you going to name me?” she added quietly.

“Before I left, I asked Deanna—that would be my ex-wife, and your birthmother—to name you Jenevive. She had agreed at the time, but apparently that didn’t go as planned.”

“Why Jenevive?”

“My mother, Jenevive Erin AuNevin. But everyone called her Jean, after her initials. She said she didn’t know her name was really Jenevive Erin until she saw it on her birth certificate when she was 36. So when Deanna and I consulted her for a name, she said, ‘Jenevive. And don’t call her Jean.’ But I’d rather you keep your name.”

Dawn looked relieved and Nicholas laughed, “I can still call you Dean!”
---

As Judith and Sarah talked over the living arrangements, a social worker slipped in and asked Nicholas and Dawn to fill in the paperwork. Nicholas noted that the an started to write his last name as hers new one.
“My daughter’s name is Dawn Eternia, no surname, sir,” he said, pointing that out. The worker started to protest, but he beckoned Dawn closer and showed him the dog tags and repeated, “No surname.”

The man could only consent and hope that his supervisor would complain later.
---

Sarah Fellon left for her family overseas at the end of the month, with the promise to return as soon as possible. From the gate, Nicholas and Dawn waved farewell to her and Judith Morgan, who had decided to accompany Sarah—they had become good friends and she needed a vacation anyways.

At the high-rise loft Nicholas had bought, Dawn was educated in academics by a governess, and in magic by Nicholas. They spent many hours of leisure pouring over novels or notes and often, Dawn would attend or assist the lectures at the universities Nicholas spoke at. She was still quiet, but more open, and learned a few social skills she had always before lacked.

A fortnight after their departure, Judith returned, and every so often she would appear for lunch or dinner, or just to watch and entertain Dawn while Nicholas was away. She introduced Dawn to science in depth, and the two delighted themselves in trivia—scientific or otherwise—and other research. She encouraged Dawn to continue her art, and would often either model for her or sketch with her.

When Sarah returned a half-year later, she was surprised by an offer to move into the spare section of their loft, and seeing the advantages, accepted. Somehow, the whole deal worked out smoothly, with no one left feeling indebted to another.

Dawn stayed there for another two years, until the three adults in her life decided that her education would best be continued at a proper school away from the city she’d known all her life. Although sad to leave behind everything else, Dawn consented.

At the airport, Nicholas told her, “All of your expenses at the school have been paid for. Focus on learning, but once you are settled, do seek work. Write often and visit when you can; love you.”

Judith winked and told her simply, “Kick butt. Don’t suck up to anyone, don’t mess with anyone, and don’t accept people for face value. Get to know them first.”

Sarah simply smiled and hugged her and at the last possible moment, whispered:

Have fun with life, and live every possible moment happy.

Artist's Note: COMPLETED! Finally... and as promised, there is a "surprise": [Link] 

I thought this was probably the most horribly-written post in the Dawn Eternia "series/season/thread of posts". But it did put closure to her background story, which...is what it aimed to do! :D...=.= I'm really bothered by the last section, but am pleased with the closing line--that came out better than I envisioned. Everything else...not really.

As for the drawing (the link) I am semi-ok with it. The sketch was/is obviously flawed, but I think  that the painting style I tried for that particular piece came out better than I expected in some areas. 

PLEASE critique/comment/ question/express your opinion about the story (part 5 or any in the Dawn Eternia series) or the picture. All feedback is greatly appreciated ^^ Thank you in advance! :D

@Minsat-- Just in case: the little pieces of metal= the dog tags. >.< <3

27 March 2010

Dawn Eternia Background part 4

Title: Father
Author: SilverInk
Writing: Character background story
Word Count: 803


Two years after Dawn came to stay with Sarah Fellon, the latter received a message from her family overseas, calling her home for an emergency. Originally, she planned for Dawn to travel with her, but by chance, another person stepped into the scene.

A respected elementalist, scientist, doctor, and veteran arrived in their city; since the war had ended and he received his degrees, he had been traveling about, researching and speaking; he was called Nicholas Wilhelm AuNevin.

When he returned four years ago, his excitement to return to the city lay mostly in the reason that his wife had settled there to have their baby. To his horror though, the woman had attempted to drown the child, and then left it on it’s first birthday at a nearby beach.

“You never gave her any of the letters I wrote or the presents I sent.”

“HA! I sold the gifts, and burned the letters. Pointless of you to waste ink on her.” She sighed dramatically. “I just loathe you mage types,” she declared.

“Then why did you marry me?”

“You were the popular kid. I had nowhere and no one. So obviously I would go out with you when you asked. I just needed the money, really.”

He nodded and pursed his lips. “You can draw up the divorce papers then. I’ll give you a good amount to help you start anew. You can keep the house and all your belongings. One question: Where is the child?”

“It’s a wrench,” she laughed, her long, curly, red hair falling about her. “A mage. A witch!”

“Where’s my daughter?”

“The orphanage? There was a report the day after I left her about her being sent to the orphanage. I guess she’s still there. Who cares?”

Nicholas picked up his luggage and nodded. “Goodbye, Deanna. I will send you a copy of the documents when the deal is done.”

After a fruitless search, he left the city. A month from the date Sarah Fellon planned to leave, he returned, this time because his friend, a local geneticist and honorary police official, had called him with important news. Nicholas had immediately packed his belongings and arranged to conduct his research there and lecture part-time at a university.

“Judith, it’s been too long. How have you been?”

“Pretty fine, I suppose,” Judith Morgan stood up and walked around her desk to greet Nicholas. Clipping her short, dark, blue hair—the same color as Nicholas’s—back in place, she said dutifully, “I’m out in an hour. Think you can wait that long?”

“Of course,” he took a seat on a chair next to the table.

Exactly an hour later, Judith shut her computer, shelved all the books and notes and left her office. The two of them trekked down the stairs—a strange experience because Deanna had always insisted on using the elevator—and to the underground parking structure. He stored his luggage in the trunk and got into the passenger seat. “You had info?”

“It’s at my flat. I’ll brief you on it while we eat though. I’m sure you’re hungry after that flight and fight.”

“The old cafĂ©?”

Judith grinned mischievously as she sped through the near-empty roads.
---

In their old spot in the old café, Judith explained that years back a girl around a year old had been abandoned by her mother there. The case had been closed rather unexpectedly by the police, but about a year or two ago, Judith had dug it back up for some leisure contemplation. There was minimal information available, so she had undergo efforts to uncover all that was possible.

Back at her simple of reasonably furnished flat, Jutdith presented Nicholas with a small file. “My point: I think I’ve found your daughter.”
---

The orphanage revealed quickly enough that the girl in question had run off one day. But their searches in the city proved more fruitful—a few regulars on Dawn’s favored corner remembered the violet-haired girl that used to do commissions for a living. A small bakery remembered having her paint outside their shop on hot days. A large company remembered buying pre-painted pieces with painting supplies and food. The same company remembered having her move her funny business inside their lobby on days of bad weather. But none of them knew where she was now.

The breakthrough came when Nicholas visited the “Civic Duty Center,” a building similar to town hall that organized all the charities and citizen-volunteer sponsored public works and programs. A managing official described that a girl with purple hair—her features had radically changed since her last photo when she was 10—came every weekend to volunteer, with the lady she was living with. Nicholas was able to contact Sarah, and from there, convinced her to let him talk to Dawn.

Artist's Note: >.< Sorry, I lied. There will be 5 parts >.< I actually wasn't going to write this part, especially since it's not really about Dawn. But it does have something to do with her ^.^ So the "surprise" will also be next week, or whenever I post the fifth part.


@Minsat-- The two little pieces of metal will be more clearly identified in part 5, if you want to guess then ^_^ Sorry for the unclarity =.= Thank you for commenting! :D <3

19 March 2010

Dawn Eternia Background part 3

Title: A Family to Call Home
Author: SilverInk
Writing: Character Background Story 
Word Count: 985

About a year after her escape, she saw a pretty little garden with a few roses poking innocently out and was struck by the scene so, that she sat down and tried to capture the moment immediately. The lady of the house noticed this, and after about half an hour, came to investigate.

Understanding the awkwardness of the situation, Dawn apologized profusely and explained truthfully her own situation and reason for painting the garden. Touched, the lady invited her in for a drink.

“My name is Sarah Fellen, what’s yours, sweetie?” the lady called, pouring tea for two.

“Dawn Eternia, mam’. No surname.”

“Is that so? Strange indeed…” she set the tea out and welcomed Dawn sit across from the pretty kitchen table from her. “Why is that?”

“My mother abandoned me when I was young because I wouldn’t die when she tried to drown me,” she paused. Here was where the listener usually turned off, horrified that they were in the presence of someone so vile their own mother would be tempted to kill them. But Sarah simply sipped her tea and nodded for Dawn to continue. She did.

“The police found me and named me after the first two words I said. They left room for a surname so that when they found my parents, no adjustments would be needed. When I understood, I decided against ever taking one, for reasons I can’t recall.”

At Sarah’s tacit urging, she continued to summarize her life in the next half hour. When she was finished with the story and several cups of tea, Sarah stood and beckoned her to the living room.

She pointed at a monotone photo of a young couple on a bridge somewhere in the middle of a wall timeline of photos. “I was married 21 years ago to my college sweetheart, Timothy Fellen. ”

Her finger moved along the wall, a few photos down, to color shot of Mr. Fellen, in navy garb. “He joined the military a few years ago, and was killed in action a year ago, this very day.”

“I’m sorry,” Dawn whispered.

“Don’t be,” she said, smiling sadly, “I am paid a small monthly compensation, but I started working at my friend’s bakery so I can exist without it.”

She strolled across the room to extract a neat stack of letters from a drawer. “See here, how he ended all his letters.”

…As always, I wish you the best. If I don’t write within a week, it means I’m MIA, if I don’t write within a fortnight, it means I’m already with you. Have fun with life, and live every possible moment happy.

She fanned a few of the pages out to show that they all ended the same way.
So sweet yet sad…Dawn thought, reading the same words again and again. But that is love, isn’t it, the real, true kind? He doesn’t have to be with her, so long as she’s happy, he’s happy….

“This is the first one he sent me when he was sent overseas:” Sarah was saying. She selected one of the letters and laid the others on the table. Again, she didn’t read it aloud, but let Dawn read it herself.

…At my funeral, I want you to wear the pink dress we agreed looked like your prom dress. Or whatever. Just don’t wear mourning colors: no black, no white. You can plant the rest of the icebergs though, (white rose, whatever you want to call it) but not near my trees. I mean to say, don’t mourn me. Ever. It’d make me sad to be dead, and my ghostly self wouldn’t be able to feast in peace.
As always, I wish you the best. If I don’t write within a week, it means I’m MIA, if I don’t write within a fortnight, it means I’m already with you. Have fun with life, and live every possible moment happy.
Love,
Timothy
 
---

Night had fallen as the two were conversing about their lives. Sarah invited Dawn to stay for the night, and offered her the room that—when the couple had bought the house—had been designed for the child that never came.
Hesitantly, Dawn stayed for the night.

The next day, Sarah prepared a simple breakfast—nothing grand—but to Dawn, who had at most seen a glass of milk or a bowl of cold porridge for breakfast, the cereal and milk were as if an important guest were coming.
---

“I was wondering, Dawn, if you would care to stay? I mean, if you don’t have anywhere, you could always live here.”

After a moment of surprise and thought, Dawn replied, “Thank you, Mrs. Fellon, but are you sure? I mean…”

“Financially?”

Dawn nodded.

“I have a good amount saved in the bank, and my wages decently cover the bills and necessities each month. I’m afraid the nearest school is quite a while away though, and I just sold the car. I used to be a teacher though, so I could homeschool you a little.”

Another moment of silence passed and Dawn nodded slowly, quietly promising herself that she would continue to do commissions and sell artwork to earn her part. “If it isn’t too much trouble, that is.”

“It isn’t,” Sarah assured her. “I just have one small request, something Timothy would have asked…”
---

Two small pieces of metal arrived in the mail later, complete with a chain and little silencers. From that day forward, she kept them on.

In addition to drawing commissions for the neighbors and people around the neighborhood—who were distant, but not foreign anymore—Dawn received daily lessons in writing, science, history, and mathematics. At night, she helped Sarah in the kitchen and with the cleaning.

In the two years Dawn stayed with Sarah Fellon, Dawn Eternia learned the Fellon’s past and for the first time, felt like she belonged somewhere.


Artist's Note: As I warned, I was unable to post this last week =.= But to make up for it, I have a short something else that I might post. May or may not be 500 words, I haven't checked yet >.< Anyways, part 4, the final installment will be out by next week, along with a special surprise. o.0 
For now, please comment, critique, rant, question, criticize anything about anything on the site thus far :D Thanks!
~SilverInk

12 March 2010

Dawn Eternia Background part 2



Title: Street Life
Author: Silver Ink
Writing: Character Background story
Word Count: 503

She was named Dawn Eternia after the first words she said, and registered in the local orphanage as such. They gave her no last name, and stored her file away for detectives to ponder; if they found a parent, they could give her a surname then. Her birthday was written down as the day she was found, and they guessed her to be a year old. The mundane paperwork was left unofficial, for police were hopeful of finding a parent.

The poor orphanage lady was ambivalent to her existence and unmoved even when it was discovered the girl was skilled in the martial arts and possessed elemental magic. Her decade of loneliness had impacted her greatly, and although it make her an academically proficient student, it locked her in a cage of shy silence. It gave her the leisure time necessary to discover the wings she could generate from the black pearl, but it deprived her of the social fundamentals that would be used once she got anywhere.
Dawn couldn’t care either way. She lived ten years in the miserable place, and on her 11th birthday, escaped.

But where to go? At first, she wandered the streets, unwilling to go back to the lonely home. She toured the cities and the rural outskirts, and occasionally ventured into the suburbs. She was at home more so out with the elements than she was locked in a dusty room with 19 others. Sleeping on a hammock slung between two park trees, she acquired a better night’s rest than she had ever at the orphanage. Outside, there were no blank walls, which she so detested. They reflected the barren solitude of a world without art and the urge to doodle over the blank walls irritated her greatly. Here though, there was the ceaseless rushing of cars, showing the need for speed that blocked out all desire for communication. She grew annoyed with them as well.

Work and nourishment were another problem. Meals at the orphanage were sparse and grim, but in this new world, there was no free meal and every snack was a hard-earned struggle. Utilizing her drawing and painting skills, Dawn drew simple commissions on a silent city corner for snacks, clothes, painting materials and money. They food she would consume, the extra cloths she donned in winter and sold in summer, and the paints kept her tiny street- business alive. When business in the city grew thin, she moved to the beach, to outside small cafes and inside the lobbies of big companies, to the suburban sidewalks, going door to door. Her tone was always respectful, thankful, and reticently content, and she earned a meager living honestly.

But life must not be perpetually so, and as a young girl she ought to have been in school. A few of the suburban families noted this, and a few reported a stray preteen wandering the area. She learned to avoid those neighborhoods and journeyed to new ones for fresh sights to paint and later sell. 


Hi! So that was part two, pretty unimpressive in my opinion...to make up for it, I'll try to finish up part three. But if you know me...I'm not really good at keeping internet promises >.< Please comment!
~SilverInk

06 March 2010

Dawn Eternia Background part 1

Title: Abandoned at the Beach
Author: Silver Ink
Writing: Character background story
Word Count: 795



Sunset. The sky colored itself with dark purples and blues and reds going up in flames above the water, reflected on the soft earth of the beach. It was a summer night, the 28th of August, and so many people were dancing merrily around campfires, laughing and joking around. There were also many people leaving the scene, chattering quietly, exhausted but cheery smiles still brightening their faces.

But on the shoreline, a little figure still played near the water, drawing pictures in the wet sand and watching it confusedly when the tide came in and washed the abstract scribbles out to sea. Said small creature would chase the wave a little ways, her hands outstretched as if she could reclaim her drawing. Each time she would fall lightly and touch the water, wondering why it wouldn’t return her artwork. Gradually, she understood it as a game.

The little stick rushed this way and that on the sand, completing a strange symbol each time before the water swept it away. A bird. A triangle. A string. A droplet. A cloud. A tree. And when she started to shiver a little, a confusing scribble that meant fire. She would draw these confusing little designs and smile with delight every time the water washed it away. The ocean was accepting her gift!

But once, the sea did not wash away the image. The circle in the sand remained, dim in the last splatters of light. The water swooshed up and returned, but this time it left something, a shiny golden trinket, with a queer red jewel on it. She picked it up and turned to the ocean, which retreated in the dark night. With a few funny sounds, she tried to express her thanks to her partner in the game, and then made her way back to the place where a small blanket had been left. She put the necklace next to it and crawled under the blanket before turning back to stare at the water, half sad the game was over.

Time passed. The partygoers eventually left, driving away without notice of the abandoned baby on the beach. Tired from her day, the last occupant of the beach slept for a while.

Rustling nearby awoke her. Light from a lantern startled her, as did the elderly man holding it. He had his hand on the golden necklace, when he noticed the person he was stealing from was awake. Guilt consumed him. He was an honest fisherman, a simpleton. Putting her tiny hand on his, the little girl looked up confusedly at him.


From a pocket, the man pulled a small black sphere and offered it to her. “A black pearl,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry for trying to steal from you—could we trade?”

He motioned with his hands and spoke slowly. The girl, although not understanding, took the object offered her and decided she liked it. But it was the old man’s. She held it back out to return it to him. He pushed it towards her again. Understanding that he thought she should keep it, she held it tightly in her tiny left hand and stumbled to express thanks. She had learned from her game with the water that since she had been given something, it was now time to give something back. Thus she picked up the necklace and put it into his hands and smiled warmly.

He too smiled sadly and voiced the thoughts of both. “Trade.” A ruby on a golden chain for a black pearl. Then, seeing nothing else he could do—he couldn’t very easily ask where her folks were--, he rose and left, intending to stop by the local police station to report the strange incident. But of course, he never intended to reclaim the little pearl.

A few hours later, a few officers found her on the beach, cuddled under the blanket, clutching the pearl in her hands, sleeping on the bag. Without waking her, they carried her back to the station.
---

A letter, it turned out, was to be found tucked under the blanket as well. In lucid type it read:

To Whom It May Concern:
She who carries this message has been intentionally abandoned. Her mother has tried unsuccessfully to drown her multiple times and now leaves her to the hands of Destiny.

Musing over the meaning quietly, the police continued to inspect the part of the blanket not being held tightly by the girl.

 “Dawn.”  Shocked, the officers present looked first to the speaker, the mysterious girl, and then to where her tiny finger was pointing, out the window at the sunrise. “Dawn,” she repeated, looking to make sure everyone was watching. She pointed then to herself. “Et—er--nee-a a-lye-ve”

“Eternally Alive.”

 Artist's Note: Truly a freewrite, with no editing yet XP. Its basically part 1 of [however many; I'm estimating three] of the background story/ history for my original character Dawn Eternia. I'm using her in a roleplay on Gaia. I have a drawing scanned, but have yet to paint it--maybe by the end of this weekend? =.=--but will post it here or on my blog, Inked Silver on Black Paper when I do finish it. Suggestions, critiques, comments, speculations, [whatever] welcome! Next time-- Dawn escapes from the orphanage and wanders the streets.
~SilverInk