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[Toxicsyn]

Rajak – noun (Ra-jak)
1. Formerly known as daemons, yugoloths are possibly the greediest, most selfish beings in the Outer Planes, yugoloths reign supreme among the evil outsiders of the Bleak Eternity of Gehenna.
2. Jackal-headed scribes, record-keepers, negotiators, and dealmakers of the yugoloths.
3. A body thief.

Description
Rajak has gone by many appearances due to its ability to change appearances and commonly terms it the same as changing clothes. The creature can be identify by either the scent of brimstone, which it attempts to mask with cigarette cloves or by the colour gray, either upon its clothes or physical appearance. Rajak commonly appears as either gender or possess traits common to both genders.

History
Rajak was captured and sentenced to death by the weight of his sins by a Celestial Tribunal on the silver shores of Lunia five years ago. At the time of his capture, he was wracked with a mental disorder that most fiends found disturbing and anathema to their nature. Love. As a species Yugoloths strive for perfection, over their bodies, their peers, and their minds. Their entire hierarchy is built upon the idealism of evolution, inhumanity, and becoming more emotionally numb. The act of love or calling out for his beloved as he died in the holy fires of Lunia was the seed planted for his resurrection.

Unknown to many, when an Arcanoloth died, all its knowledge, secrets, and life history is then bound into a book within the Tower of Arcanoloths in the Bleak Eternity of Gehenna to become part of the collective lore of the Yugoloth species. Due to the conversational lifestyle that Rajak lived and his unhealthy obsessions with the emotional insanity known as love, his book was left forgotten with other black marked tomes.

Thanriyon Arkhelt and an association of like-minded cohorts decided to resurrect Rajak for reasons unknown only to themselves and conducted a raid into the Tower of Arcanoloths. They succeeded in obtaining the tome and began construction of a host body. The process of course had many set backs and with the utterance of a powerful wish to twist reality to make the resurrection a success . . . a Rajak was reborn.

Reborn in the body of a human, Rajak found the existence frustrating. He held no arcane capabilities, lost all of his financial resources and contacts, and found himself trapped forever in a singular form. In addition he found gaps in his memories, where he could no longer remember some individuals or events that occurred in his past. He sequestered himself to the Crossroads Tavern and went into hiding as he plotted scheme after scheme to regain what he had lost, perfection.

His salvation would come from an enigmatic gentleman caller and the knowledge he possessed.

Current Sketch
Rajak found that he could abandon his physical form and inhabit or even control a mortal body of another. He slowly rebuilt his arcane methods and skills at martial prowess from various instructors. He made new contacts and rebuilt his resources using lies, treacheries, and debauchery. He was wanted for crimes against the general populace for heinous crimes and unspeakable acts of deception, misconduct, and sodomy in many foreign ports all in the name of rebuilding himself and of course, personal amusement.

Among mentalists, Rajak is a sentient meme, a mental virus that propagates from one mind to another, infecting the mind and introduces the cultural information that consists of Rajak into his host. Among arcanists, Rajak is a viral sentient ideal in the same fashion of a living suggestion that convinces the individual that he or she is Rajak. Among spiritualists, Rajak is a fiend of possession that invades the host and devours his or her spirit.

 

[Menolly Amaranth]

Changeling Girl

Crap...

Posted the wrong thing...

And I'm at work...

*sigh*

Will do later.

 

[reapertain]

What tales that can be spun may be better in person done.

You know where One can be found.

 

[Trena]

hmmm I may need to post the early part of Trena's story.....

 

[Menolly Amaranth]

The Changeling Girl

(Here's the storyline before she came onto the site. Once I revise it, I'll add more. )

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. The little girl was a bad girl, because she wasn't supposed to be out after dark. But she went out anyway. Her parents were out, and the babysitter wasn't paying attention. The little girl thought she'd heard something out in the night, so she went to investigate. Alone, of course. It's always alone.

The noise was coming from the rose bushes. So the little girl headed for them. She wasn't really scared, but curious. She pushed her way into the rose garden, and something shiny caught her eye. It was pretty, she knew it was, no matter how little she'd seen of it. Shiny things were always pretty. So she took off after it. Running and running, tearing even further into the rose bushes. But she went too far. The rose bushes had gotten much bigger, more like a thorny hedge of some sort.

The thorns caught her arms and legs a few times, embedding her skin, making it bleed. Blood pooled in her shoes, making her toes slip together, and before long, the little girl couldn't remember where she'd come from. She was lost. She couldn't even remember why she was wondering through what had become a labyrinth of hedges. She began to get frightened, but then... Then the shiny thing appeared again, ahead of her. Only this time it was standing still. The little girl cautiously approached and saw an amazingly beautiful woman, just standing there. Smiling, although sadly.

She told the little girl she'd lost her way some time ago. She remembered now how to get back, but she was afraid. If only the little girl would go with her, and hold her hand, she wouldn't be frightened. The little girl was nice, and she couldn't see any reason not to help the sad lady. So she went with her. Deeper into the hedges they went, until they came to this beautiful clearing. The sun was shining brightly, but it was cold. So very cold... It made the little girl shiver.

But the little girl remembered the truth, once stepping foot there, where she was from, and that she was lost. She became frightened. She whimpered. She cried. She begged the woman to help her find her way home. But the woman just smiled cruelly. She said, 'Welcome to Arcadia, the abode of the Gentry. My abode.' A beginning to many, many long, hard years for the girl, whom the woman who called herself 'Gentry' pressed into indentured servitude. The whims of the cruel woman became the tasks of the child. Years and years, she did precisely what was commanded.

The Gentry woman's favorite whim was to have the girl fetch her blue roses, from the Hedge. The girl never complained after the first time, after being taught what happens to those who complain. The girl went on rose-searching quests, time and time again. 'The roses are hidden deep within the Hedge,' the Gentry woman said, 'so one must climb inside to find them.' Every time, the girl would find just one, and every time, she would have wounds to show for it. She thought perhaps the woman delighted most in the wounds. But the girl had discovered a secret, a tiny hole in the Hedge, which she made bigger and bigger, in hopes that one day she would be able to crawl through, to escape.

Many years later, just as planned, the girl finally escaped through her tiny hole, but she was changed into something not quite human. Her ears were pointed, with tufts of tawny fur. Her teeth were sharpened just slightly, like those of a cat. Her eyes were an unnatural amber color. And sometimes, if others got really close, they could see her whiskers. Back through the rose garden, to home, she traipsed, but something was wrong. As she had changed, nothing at home had. Creeping inside, back to her room, she saw it there. What she saw there was herself, sleeping soundly. The little girl had been replaced, or had never existed at all..

So she became the Lost. And that's the end. Rather sad, really.

 

[Imreis]

all of these are really interesting so far everyone, keep on posting, and btw, this is a bump to keep it on top

 

[James V]

To understand him is to understand a past that is more complex then a simple story can express. Through his trials, it is almost remarkable he is alive, from early slavery as a child, to adventurious tales, and finally to what he is now, a man free of bonds struggling to unlock the key to happiness.

James and his older brother Cypress were in slave trades, sold of to a merchant for the remarkable marketing as they are certain different. Little is known about his past from then, perhaps he simply can't remember, or perhaps he chooses not to, due to all the trials, they do take a great toll on the mind. He is certainly bizaar, in a society where his looks tend to make him one of an outcast. James and his brother Cypress find a mysterious man, their height, with gray hair, and the stetch of brandy oozing. They've reunited with the last of their family. There he tells them how they ended up as side show slaves, captive by a ringleader full of tricks. He teaches them all he knows of the family which again is a rather long story and I am writing a novel about it, just waiting to clear publishers . From there, The mad scientist Cypress and James split in arguement to a wealth there to inherit, James, seeking something more in life decides to suddenly leaves. Here again, James, just seem to be without much memory as these times in his life, prove to be what defines his characteristics of years to come, developing a mind that fathoms bizaar sights, into joyous ocassions, and perhaps even the most sadistic things one can see. Always though he's had one characterist, and that is lazyness. James normally is the one who finds himself controlling others during this period of time, basically outwitting them, this can be seen no more clearer then when he opens up a cemetary in Oerth. His inate ability to preach how things should be done, promising futures, bright skys, massive amounts of lies to those who have no hope. He'll wake up one day though realizing, all he's done is wasted a precious gift, that being time, he is still lonely in life. Of all things, he's always dreamed of the oceans abroad, and decides it is the time to realize his goals. He is able to sell the cemetary to oddly enough his brother Cypress, and go out to explore. Though James hasn't a clue when Cypress first came back in his life, Cypress though has been ever watchful, carefully caculating how to ruin James.

James sales, seeing mystical creatures, different races, all sorts of things upon the open ocean, this is where he developes his taste for whiskey, which proves to be a great downfall in his life. As James nears the tortugas, he meets a strange pirate fellow named Jack. Jack actually offers to by James. James simply decline, instead they buy knowledge off each other, through card games, false tales, and idealistic views of how things should be done.

Memories continue though to plague James, driving his sanity to the brink of destruction. He is almost unaware at times what he is capable of, through all his learnings from his mentor, oddly enough that being Cypress. He curses and vows to never lust such principles as Cypress does. He is almost unaware though, that he and Cypress have a connection, I'll reveal more and piece this puzzle together through the next part of the tale, after all it is a long long long tale.

 

[Roluth]

Maybe not the most intresting story, but here it is....or at least as much as I feel like telling.


*Crack!* *Crack!* *CRACK!* The nose of this baby white dragon pushes the shell aside, bright daylight assualting it's tender, new born eyes. Instinctively it raises it's wings to shield those eyes, the cloudness of them making it hard for the little guy to see. He calls out with an uncertain warble, sensing the presence of others near him when his wings are grabbs, yanked to the sides roughly. He squeels at the pain as something white hot is driven through both of them, tearing the thin membrans. He struggles now, confused by this pain, as his wings are tugged forcing him to stumble foward. He squeels again at the pain, only to be roared at. Cowering he meekily allows himself to be dragged underground....
Twenty long years...long, painful black years. Pinned to the wall of a cave, barely able to move, held back by the one thing that should have set him free! Free to roam the skies and away from these...these MONSTERS...these.....HUMANS!He snarls angerly, long sense having taught himself to ignore the pain as he tugs against his restraints again. They may have broken his body, but his spirit was his. They'd never break that! Light....light was coming. Time to pretend to be meek...little. He curls up the best he can, eyes closed as the sneering face of his "Father" comes into view. Guardian James laughs darkly as he walks over, petting the young Pern dragon with a rough hand, watching as the dragons muscles twitch in an effort to not move. "Today Young Roluth, begins your quest. Today, you become the tool you were meant to be."
PAIN! Gods why was it always pain! It flashes across his eyes, making his body twist and jerk in agony. Pain rips through his body even as his wings are ripped from the wall and repaired. Pain slams through his mind as he is forcefully taught everything he will need to know. PAIN as his body is shifted, formed...forced into the form of the one thing he hates the most.....Human.
Her......she was why this all happened. SHE was the reason he was being hurt over and over and over again. SHE was why he was forced into this hateful form and made to live as one of them. It was HER fault. And if he ever wanted it to end, he knew what he had to do. He had to find and destory her like she has destroyed him. The white twin, his twin, Ruthia......

 

[Shasf]

Shall I reveal to all what It is, who It is?
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What is Shasf: a being of psionics would be the simplist answer, or rather the second simplist answer. Its body is composed of psionic energies which enable the being a great deal of benefits, never needing sustancence is one of them.

Though It was not always like that, It was a being of flesh once before, though that was such a long time ago, a very long time ago. Though when It was of the flesh sacks before, It would have been considered human in a vague sense of the word, even to the Aboleths, the Illithids, and the other Aberrations, It wasn't all that human to begin with.

To the Illthids, Its brain would only have deteriorated their own, It did their bidding even without being compelled to. The Aboleths could only wonder what It was as they did their experiments. The Grell simply prodded at It with electric spears seemingly for their own amusement. The Flayers of Thoon simply took It to the Far Realms, perhaps it was there that It changed to the being that is Shasf...
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Who is Shasf: Shasf is one of many names, though throughout Its own history, It has been compelled to keep that one name for Itself above all the others that It has taken. Some have called It what they wished, such as Being, Creature, Many Eyed Monster, Potato Head, Thing.. It lets them call It what they wish, it just adds to the list of names that It keeps within its own tightly sealed book.

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As of late, Shasf has been collecting books, thus far It has collected books from the following: Asterix Zergothe, Azrael, Tyrian_Spellstealer, Zar Endel, Kraggar, Orchid, Cry, Elf_Ariel, and Rajak

It has attempted to read the books of two others: Loremistress is one of them, though has been unsuccessful in that endevour (simply because they logged out).

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That is Its story, or as much that It would tell.