<span style="font-style: italic">A young boy has lived on their streets for all of their young life. They are teenager of about sixteen or seventeen. The young boy is caught in a horrible snowstorm and the nearest house to where the boy was hiding was your characters. Your character is a rich woman who is not very social and while not mean tends not to like company. My boy ends up begging the staff to let him in.</span><br/><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Miscellanous/0be432b8-bff9-4d41-804d-6347eba490d8_zps5e463765.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Ziefer ~rest of name unknown-<br/>Age: appears around 16 or 17 in human<br/>Race: Druid (a type of fae race that is unknown that is closely related to elves but not and generally stop aging after a certain point. born with 1-3 birth magics which know how to use at birth)<br/><br/>Personality:<br/>*shy<br/>*passive <almost ghandi extent><br/>*spiritual<br/>*loving<br/>*loyal<br/>*innocent<br/>*socially naive<br/>*at times gullible<br/>*curious<br/>*easy going<br/><br/>Likes: no one knows<br/>Dislikes: being hated on for not being human<br/><br/>Strengths:<br/>*magic via kami <elemental spirits such as fire, wind, water, earth> {birth magic}<br/>*healing by touch {birth magic}<br/>*winning things without signs of aggression or words of anger<br/>*singing <sings like an angel><br/>*blood tastes divine to those who drink it *see weakness<br/>*is seemingly impossible to anger<br/><br/>Weaknesses:<br/>*blood tastes divine to those who drink it...thus it is addicting<br/>*social interactions<br/>*too trusting<br/>*naivity<br/>*tendencies for being gullible<br/>*acts of violence<br/>*anger<br/>*showing signs of aggression<br/>*talking without stammers or mumbling to pretty or beautiful women<br/><br/>Other Information:<br/>*has long slender silky soft pointed elven ears hidden beneath his hair.<br/>*is not even 5â€™ 0â€<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Ziefer couldnâ€™t remember any time he hadnâ€™t been on the streets. He had grown his hair out long enough to hid his ears. He didnâ€™t need any other reasons to be picked on. He was already small and refused to fight. He was already the only one who was...a freak. He remembered that he wasnâ€™t human but he found this city after days and days of wandering. It felt like so long ago. He couldnâ€™t really remember it anymore. He had helped a lot of people by not being violent. People on the streets and those who had seen him refered to him as the modern day american ghandi. He didnâ€™t understand this reference. He tried to understand people but they werenâ€™t easy. They made him nervous at times. At the moment he was curled up in a graveyard wild flower patch. Catching a bit of sleep. He sang himself to sleep.  His mind began to dream as his drifted off at the end of the song.<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W08EGjm6EX0">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W08EGjm6EX0</a>m<song playing in the land><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYDK6SNdLHY">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYDK6SNdLHY</a>m<song sings as falls asleep.><br/><br/>~<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">]Years and years and years ago there was a land called Artaru. It was a beautiful land of music, life and warmth. Green landscapes everywhere. Bristling fields of grass flowed in light windy breezes. (see image 1) The trees were tall and full. Always green and full of earthly beauty. (see image 2) There was crystal clear lakes spawned from prestine glistening falls. The land was beautiful and pure. (see image 3) The mountains were colorful and rose and fell like traingular towers with their paths lined with floral life. (see image 4) The oceans shimmered and sparkled like tiny stars of diamonds hiding beneath the salty waves. (see image 5) The desert sands were smooth as silk and looked untainted by the touch of footsteps upon the delicate grains. (see image 6). The lush and deep jungles held many floral and wildlife secrets. (see image 7) The murkey swamps gave off welcoming yet forbodding and sinister warnings yet held many mysteries within their darkened depths (see image 8) Forests were tall and magical. (image 9)<br/><br/>Elven or ancient races cities held such magnificent and unearhtly beauty. From glistening white to crystaline buildings. The cities of the ancient races before humans were beyond breathtaking. Even the cities built high up inside the forest lands were breath taking. The lands were beautiful and pure...untainted by humans or the modern man.<br/><br/>A song always played over the land. (see youtbue) It was beautiful and serene. A taste of heaven. There was hope and love in the air. The wind carried serenity and peace throughout the land. For centuries it would stay this way with the races of the fae living in peace with the lands.<br/><br/>Time would pass and the human race would be born and things would begin to change. At first it was good.Then the humans adapted and advanced. They brought forth new thoughts and theories. Peace and tranquility soon shattered as the human greed began to flare. They took many things. Spred across the land. Human kind began to evolve and spred. This went for centuries as the fae withdew more and more before vanishing into the veils. All but the druids. The mysterious and most ancient race of all. They tried to man it out because they stayed hidden. This worked for centuries.</span><br/><br/>Things wouldnâ€™t stay that way. Flashfowards to when a young Ziefer was about the size of a child of three human years. The druids were having their summer solstice. Beauty and peace withi nthe airâ€¦<br/><br/>Ziefer looked around and sang. Dancing and moving around. He enjoyed spending time with his friends and families. Nature was beautiful. He wished he had more friends. He usually didnâ€™t interact. Just being amonst them was enough for me. He wasnâ€™t good at talking to others. He was good to peacefully fighting for them or stopping fights. He danced and moved along. He enjoyed the music they played. All would not remain peaceful. Sounds of voices he had never heard before broke through the air. The little child looking boy looked to see these men with rounded ears. They wore lots and lots of metal. Who were they? He cried out as he saw the flashes of metal. Swords began to fly. Someone ran by and grabbed him. People began fighting back. He looked over the persons shoulder. She screamed and he saw the air protruding deadly through a major organ. He whined as he smelled the flames as they started. When he looked again. Blood and fire. Blood and fireâ€¦</span>~<br/><br/>Ziefer shot up and panted again. Shaking hard as he hugged himself. He always had that nightmare when it got close to that time of year. He stood and walked to the park and to the river there. He washed and dressed again. He could feel the chill in the air. SHivering as he hugged himself. It was getting colder and colder every day. He lifted his head to the sky. Snow clouds it seemed. He turned and started walking. It was still early in the day. Nobody was really up.<br/><br/>He shivered as hit was getting increasingly colder. It wasnâ€™t very long before small tiny flakes began to fall out the white as snow fluffy cusshiony looking clouds. He shivered more as nowhere was open now. He also knew of none who would shelter him. So he hurried towards the edge of town. Maybe he could find a mountain cave or an animals den that he could shelter in to be less in the cold. Time was against him though. Every bit of area he covered the snowflakes fell thicker and heavier still. By the time he had reached the edge of town he was wearing quite a bit of snow upon his thread bare clothing. He shivered harder as it was getting nippier and nippier. Then the frosty wind started up. Licking and lapping and biting upon his flesh and the sparcely protected body with its frosty cruel bites. He walked faster. Hoping and praying to get where he was intending to go. Each step he took just seemed to go along side with the plummeting in slow motion the temperature of the air and atmosphere of the entire outside world around him.<br/><br/>Quivering and shaking from cold as he walked. The only thing he could do was keep looking ahead and rapidly rub his arms. His teeth chattering and rattling more than someone jostling and jumping around with a bag of skeleton bones. He felt as cold to him as the air around him by the time he made it into the small valley that meshed melted and and evolved into the grand and majestic mountains further beyond it. He took off running. Chilld to the bone and the snowflakes just fell harder and heavier with each passing moment. The wind having taken to visual swirls and dances of snow and wind as it ripped through the air.<br/><br/>It seemed like days that had led into forever by the time he spotted a building. He was so cold. Each step was frozen. He was almost up to his knees in wet chilling snow. Snow falling so heavily it was difficult to truly see through the heavy amount of snow drifting down or whipping around on icy breeze. He spotted a light. It was a bright glow of yellow and beacon of hope in a world colored white like a realistic winter wonderland of snow. Trudgingly he forced his turning blue and weary body towards it. A bit of desperation. A bit of hope. A small inkling of desire to just be inside versus a cave. Just a bit of rest...then further on. Yet this beacon of light in a thick blanket of blinding curtain of white...kept him moving. Kept him motivated even though his breathing hurt. His eyes were heavy as if each lid weighed a ton. His body weary and would likely crumple the moment he stopped moving too long. A spark of fire to continue his internal desire to not go home to the motherlands everlasting nevermore peaceful embrace.<br/><br/>Lost in thought...or merely just due to the fact he was going through the motions of walking not truly fully aware of the world...he arrived at the giant and beautifl manor whose glowing lights had been his souls beacon of hope. He almost fell into the door. Ringing the bell over and over again. His body beyond devastatingly exhausted, his mind just so tired, and yet the will to live kept him awake some. What seemed an infinity of hours later a servant opened the door. Demanding harshly what he wanted. â€œPlease...plase let me inside out of the storm. Please. I beg you. Just for a bit.â€ He chattered out. Spending forever begging before he was pulled in by the grumpy old butler and dragged before a fireplace and stripped then wrapped in a dry robe and blanket and shoved before a raging fireplace. Huffing as they left. He just shivered and teeth chattered. Curling up as he drifted off to sleep and slept for hours. Hearing noises but didnâ€™t wake even then just yet.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i40.tinypic.com/2ls72f7.jpg">[ img ]</a>(image 1)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i43.tinypic.com/33viv15.jpg">[ img ]</a>(mage 2)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i41.tinypic.com/2501fk1.jpg">[ img ]</a>(image 3)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i39.tinypic.com/2rgl56h.jpg">[ img ]</a>(image 4)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i41.tinypic.com/zunos4.jpg">[ img ]</a>(image 5)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i43.tinypic.com/33284mv.jpg">[ img ]</a>(image 6)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i44.tinypic.com/vxp283.jpg">[ img ]</a>(image 7)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i39.tinypic.com/jkw1sk.jpg">[ img ]</a>(image 8)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.tinypic.com/2a4y0ee.jpg">[ img ]</a>(image 9)<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zu3VwANi674"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/Zu3VwANi674" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><song in dream><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmbgCBZ86z4">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmbgCBZ86z4</a>m<song sings>