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<center>My Fa'e Dream</center>


Original Name:

It was not given a name of its own.

Name to be Given Upon Rebirth:

"Dustin". Nickname'll be "Dusty".

Meaning of Rebirth Name:

Dustin is an Old English name, which means "valiant fighter". It is applicable to either gender, and though it is generally used in modern days as a male name, it seemed extremely fitting for the Fa'e concept I have in mind.

Gender:

Female.

General Concept:

The scabbard of the sword, Excalibur.

Previous History:

The entire world was bathed in bronze, tinted by the sunlight as the golden orb made to retire to the horizon and the soft velvet of the night sky. The leaves rattled softly on the bough as the wind twisted its way softly across the lakeshore, skimming across the eerily still surface. Two horses stood in silent vigil beneath the lengthening shadows of a trio of tall birch, one blood and the other flesh in color, as they watched steadfastly the two figures that stood solemnly at the lake's edge.

One of them was a young man, with arrogant posturing and a powerful build. He wore a magnificent set of plate armor beneath a brilliantly colored cloak, the precise hue of a harvest moon. A golden crown rested amidst his tousled blonde hair, demanding that his presence be acknowledged and revered. The other, however, was much the opposite of the flashy, bold man. He was elderly; not to the point of crippled, for his body was strong and full of life, but the long gray beard that hid his face attested to his age. He wore a set of simple gray robes, and carried a gnarled and worn staff that looked to be practically as old as he was. Despite his more drab and somewhat bedraggled appearance, there was a strange sense about the man, that of awe-inspiring power, that confused the eye.

The two held their ground a moment, and their tongues as well, simply gazing out upon the unmoving waters. In the center of the lake rested a mossed protrusion, no greater in length than the distance between one's fingertips and elbow, and no taller than a doorway. At a glance, one might assume it to be a log of some sort, having somehow made its way to the center of the lake to stick straight up into the air. However, peeking out through the carpet of green moss, a glint of steel could be seen, and clasping it a slim, delicate hand that emerged seamlessly from the lake.

"Lo!" said the elder of the two, turning to the other to twinkle his blue eyes in a hidden smile. "Yonder is that sword that I spake of."

Even as the man spoke the words, the younger set a foot forward to the lake, with the clear intention of simply going through the waters to fetch the blade. However, as he peered down at the glasslike surface of the lake, his attention was caught by a curious sight. The water rippled faintly where his gaze fell, leaving an impression of flowing white samite falling fluidly over the soft curves of a maiden's body.

"... What damsel is that?" He inquired incredulously, his movements frozen as his eyes locked on the fleeting form that drifted amongst the waterweed. With a faint chuckle, the other man leaned upon his staff and began to speak once more.

"That is the Lady of the Lake, and within that lake is a rock, and therein is a place as fair as any on earth, and richly beseen; and this damsel will come to you anon, and then speak ye fair to her that she will give you the sword." During this talk, the youth took a step back from the waters to turn his attention in full to the robed man alongside him, and consider his words. His faith in the other's judgment was all but boundless- if he said that the damsel would come to him, then he would trust that she would. With that, the two waited, as the air darkened and the day continued on, perilously close to death.

No sooner had the first star sparked into the sky, however, then there was a stirring of water. Strange droplets, sparkling with stored sunlight, twirled about the entire surface of the lake, disturbing the surface at last to break into lapping waves, which rushed the feet of the two visitors for a playful moment before receding once more. The golden waters converged before them, several paces away under the waters, before slowly stretching up to the sky. They emerged at last as the form of the Lady of the Lake, bathed in pale light and swathed in flowing white, which floated softly on the lake's surface until it mixed with the water itself and made the two as one.

She gave a faint salute of one arm, which was, to her delight, returned by the crowned youth. It was he that first spoke, and said, "Damsel, what sword is that, that yonder the arm holdeth above the water? I would it were mine, for I have no sword." He gestured to the hidden blade, but her gaze did not follow- her eyes, colorless as the blind, remained focused in his direction as a smile worked its way to her lips.

"Sir Arthur, king," she spoke, her voice ethereal and noble, "That sword is mine, and if ye will give me a gift when I ask it you, ye shall have it." A moment of hesitation, as the youth considered the implications of owing a boon to a creature such as the Lady before him; it was swept away, however, by the promise of the sword that he lusted after.

"By my faith, I will give you what gift ye will ask." He met her gaze determinedly, filled to the brim with every bit of kingly charisma he could gather. She simply laughed lightly, however.

"Well!" With a beaming smile, she clapped her hands once, producing a blast of air that split the water before her down the center. There, beneath the water's surface, rested a silver boat, the stern adorned with a silver harp and two long, elegantly molded oars lashed onto either side of the hull. The water slipped back into place slowly, filling up the space beneath the watercraft- and, impossibly, the boat floated on the surface. The water level beneath it rose until the gap that had been created to reveal the boat was filled once more, leaving the lake still and silent again, save for the visage of the Lady and the boat that bobbed gently at its shore.

"Go ye into yonder barge, and row yourself to the sword, and take it and the scabbard with you, and I will ask my gift when I see my time." One hand touched her lips briefly in a blown kiss and, without any coming response from either man, she sank beneath the surface once more and disappeared.

The two men shared a brief look, before taking themselves into the boat and beginning to row to the waiting sword.

***

As the two rode alongside the pavilion of Sir Pellinore, away from the lake and into the enveloping inkwell of night, Sir Arthur looked fondly upon the sword at his side. Though it was hidden in the gilded black leather scabbard, he could feel the power of the sword stirring through the hilt; this was the sword that truly made him King, the sword that gave him the power to protect his country from the evil that grew within it. Any other sword before now had been a mere children's toy, nothing more than practice to train him for the acquisition of the blade that had been his destiny. This was his fate. This was Excalibur.

The man riding beside him sharply reined his steed to a skittering halt. Alarmed, Arthur did the same. A quick scan of the area revealed no enemy, no danger- there was not even the slightest clue to the other man's intentions in the sudden halt. He turned his gaze to his elder, his eyes demanding that he answer the question that rested so obviously on his mind.

"... Whether liketh you better," the bearded man said, his voice pondering but his eyes serious and worn. "The sword? Or the scabbard?"

"Me liketh better the sword," Arthur answered instantly, as if there were only one solution to be had, and he thought the other man a blind fool for not having already seen that. The other, however simply sighed and shook his head, running a hand through the thinning gray hair of his head and nudging his horse into a slow amble. Perplexed, the youth did the same, bringing his mount alongside the other.

For several minutes, they did ride in this fashion; slowly, uncertainly, with the elder lost in his thoughts and the younger trying to ken the other’s mind. At last, though, the older man turned his attention once more to Arthur.

"Ye are most unwise," reproached he, his voice drifting somewhere between disappointment and scornfulness, "For the scabbard is worth ten of the swords, for whiles ye have the scabbard upon you, ye shall never lose no blood, be ye never so sore wounded; therefore keep well the scabbard always with you."

Arthur's eyes grew wide, as he turned his gaze down again to his precious Excalibur, and the extravagant scabbard that held it. Newfound respect was there in his gaze. The sword was powerful, yes, and demanded more attention; but the scabbard was created for the purpose of containing that power, and that alone should have made Arthur realize that it itself was an item of greatness. But now... the sword was an undefeatable weapon, but the scabbard was an impenetrable armor. Any sword could cut down any foe, with skill and persistence, but there was no set of armor alive that could promise to spare its master from bloodshed.

The sword had made him King... but, perhaps, the scabbard would be the one that would keep him that way.

***

Days, weeks, years passed by. The sword Excalibur saw many battles, drank the blood of countless enemies, and always triumphed over whatever challenge fell before it. The sword became a legend, even as it still existed- and, with that status, became immortal to the human mind, synonymous with the medieval age and the Knights of the Round Table.

Just as hard-pressed to make use of its strength, however, was the scabbard. For every sword that its bearer was too slow to avoid, the scabbard stole away the hurt, mended the wound even as it was made, draining its own power for the sake of the one that wore it at his side. But, unlike Excalibur, the scabbard gained nothing in return. No notoriety, no fame. It was nothing of its own, to the world; it wasn't even considered as useless, as no one even noticed it at all. Overshadowed forever by its counterpart, the scabbard simply existed without acknowledgement.

With time, even the King, who knew of the scabbard's power and owed his life to it a thousand times over, began to neglect the importance of the scabbard. The wizard Merlin, who had first told the young King of the scabbard's importance, was slain by a lady of the lake- but not before telling Arthur to keep close his sword and scabbard, for they would one day be stolen away from him by a woman that he most trusted. However, the King's focus returned to the sword, as he had first been inclined; and the scabbard, though completely ignored now, continued its work as it had been spelled to do.

Eventually, though, Arthur's negligence would prove to be his downfall, come one disastrous night. For, though the King always took the precaution to sleep with his sword at his hand, he had not thought to give his scabbard such protection.

So was the case when, as he slept in an abbey far from his home, his sister, grieving over the loss of Accolon, came upon his bedside with the hopes of stealing the blade. When she found that she could not take Excalibur without waking her brother, she instead settled herself to steal away his scabbard. She took to her horse, and fled.

When Arthur awoke to find his scabbard disappeared, he was brimming with rage. When he discovered that his sister had been there, he fetched one of his knights, Sir Ontzlake, and rode off in pursuit of her. When at last they managed to catch up with her, however, she stood by a lake. "Whatsoever come of me, my brother shall not have this scabbard" she declared, then hurled the scabbard into the deepest waters of the lake.

Without Merlin to assist him, the King had no choice but to abandon the scabbard to the lake waters, to erode slowly. He fought many more battles, armed with Excalibur; he met his end, however, at the hands of Sir Mordred, his own son. Though near death as he was, he saw to one final task- that his sword be thrown back to a lake, where it was caught by a hand, and disappeared into the waters once more.

***

"And that's where the tale ends. A bit of fancy lettering, and the conclusion of one of the greatest legends of all time, with everyone killed off in such a glorious fashion. Is it just me, or is that a load of complete bull?" Her voice pitched to demand agreement, she turned her gaze to the man sitting across from her.

"Mm? Oh, verily. 'Tis such an ignoble end, unfitting." He took a sip at his coffee cup. The blue silk scarf around his unseeing eyes might have spared him from the outraged look on the other's face, but there was no mistaking the snarl in her voice as she turned to reproach him.

"That's not what I'm talking about!" All but hissing now, she took a moment to close her eyes, and calm down, before continuing in a low, dangerous voice. "The entire damn hype whines about 'OMG, EXCALIBUR IS THE RAWK!', or 'Arthur is such a true and noble king, heart heart heart.', when the entire damn time, the most influential item in the story is shunted to the backseat." She opened her eyes again to glare across at the man, an eerie orange-red stare that made even the blind man squirm in discomfort. "Arthur was an arrogant idiot who put too much of his focus on slashy-slashy, and I honestly don't see what differentiates Excalibur so much from any other sword, other than a fancy name. That scabbard, however. Do you realize, there are twenty-one books in the series, and the scabbard disappears in the seventh one? Considering that Merlin died before the scabbard disappeared, you have to wonder exactly how the hell it is that they figured that brat Arthur to survive so long!"

"'Tis just a story, m'lady Arrien," the man said soothingly, motioning with one hand to try and placate the lavender-haired woman. She was having none of it, though- after taking a moment to straighten the bunny ear headband that she considered her trademark, she started bitching anew.

"That's another thing! Where the hell do you get off, calling something like that 'just a story', O great Bard? There's no proof of it being real, sure, but there's no proof of it not being real! Isn't it your 'calling' or whatever, to bring that sort of thing as close to life as you can make it seem?"

"Mine calling," he said gently, "is simply to serve where I may, without gaining profit for mine self. That doth not require me to entertain the concept of a fairy tale, nor to argue its validity with thee. 'Sides, 'tis not as if there be no more extravagant tales from whence I come; though I credit thine story for originating from a mundane universe, I gift it no more praise than that."

"... feh." She seemed rather reluctant to concede the point- but that had been Bard's subtle way of telling her to shut up, she was fairly certain, and she didn't feel like pushing the subject on an unwilling victim any further. The two sat in silence a moment, sipping at their various caffeine-filled drinks and thinking.

"By the way, m'lady- how goes the job hunt?"

"... Job hunt?"

"... thou didst say, when last we spoke, that thou wast seeking to find employment, and move out of thine hotel room?"

"... oh... right...."

And thus was it that, once again, a perfectly good conversation on the hypothetical was slaughtered by a sense of realism and the pressures of reality. Damn, but the world could be an annoying place, sometimes... with a faint sigh, Arrien shook away her thoughts of the egotistical King Arthur and his glory-hogging sword, to focus on making an excuse for her latest batch of laziness.

Personality:

General blurb: Dustin tends to be uber-protective of those that she likes, but is distrustful to those she hasn't yet met and hard for some people to get close to. In accordance mostly with the sort of upbringing I anticipate her to recieve from Arrien, she is likely to have a need to be the boss of anything that she gets involved in- it doesn't matter if there's someone better for the job, she'll still insist that she does it, anyway. She has a bit of a gender complex, simply because she detests the fact that females seem to be naturally so much weaker than males. Dustin has been known to pose as "one of the guys" from time to time, and doesn't tend to hesitate to display exactly how pissed she is if someone gives her away; and anyone who has pissed her off can tell you, she sure as hell doesn't punch like a girl.

For all her faults, though, Dusty has several traits that one just has to admire. Though she can come off as rather brash and thoughtless, she's always willing to lend a helping hand to a stranger in need. She just doesn't want for them to ******** bother her afterward, because that tends to annoy her. She has boundless self-confidence, though that can also be something of a fault for her. Fearless and outgoing, the most admirable thing about Dustin is how readily she steps up to challenges of any sort, physical or otherwise. Absolutely loyal to those that she has decided worth it, a fierce protector of anyone in need, she constantly feels as if she was born in the wrong time period, and laments the lack of chivalry in the world.

Most Favorite:

Colors: Gold, black, emerald, and sapphire.
Foods: Hearty meals, stew and the like.
Clothing styles: Extremely practical, loose clothing.
Animals: Has a soft spot for horses.
Places: Natural settings with some sort of water feature.

Least Favorite:

Colors: Most bright colors.
Foods: Excessively spicy foods, bubble gum.
Clothing styles: DRESSES and SKIRTS. *stabbity*
Animals: Doesn't really not like any kind of animal, but views rabbits, squirrels and such as food, not pets.
Places: Busy cities.

Predicted Personality Stages:
Baby -- As a baby, Dustin will seem positively angelic, at least when compared to others of her age. Even as an infant, she doesn't cry or fuss, rather determinedly so. Constantly trying to discover the world around her, Dustin is the sort of baby that somehow discovers how to crawl in those five precious seconds where her Guardian is not looking, and proceeds to use her newfound ability to explore the nice hiding place where no one will ever find her. None too surprisingly, this leads to her occasionally falling into rather dangerous situations (Oh, look! I wonder what's at the bottom of these stairs!). Her Guardian will have to remain on their toes, just to make sure that she doesn't get hurt.

Toddler -- As a toddler, her curiosity will have become all but awe-inspiring. Dustin's favorite word - "Why?". Repeat that about twenty times, and you have a conversation with little Dusty. Worse, though, is the fact that if she doesn't get a satisfactory answer, you can bet that she's going to try and find a better one all on her own. Even at this age, she will be clearly uncomfortable in feminine clothing, getting grouchy when forced to wear skirts and dresses and the like. Any dolls that she gets will generally lose their hair, if not their heads, within a few days of coming within reach. She seems much more interested in playing with other children now, but is much more physical than most others her age would like, and often manages to hurt her playmates.

Child -- As a child, Dustin will become extremely focused on being the boss of things. She wants to be friends with the guys around her, finding that most girls are just too, well, girly for her liking. Popularity is somewhat important to her, and reputation as well; she wants everyone to know that she's a tough kid, and she's willing to go to extreme lengths to prove it. She will begin to pick up a severe distaste for any kind of authority that hasn't found some way to get her respect, and has absolutely no respect for her elders. Especially in her later childhood, she will pick up a love for curse words, and stop at nothing to share her knowledge of trash talk with other children.

Teen -- When she starts maturing, I expect that she will have one hell of a case of sexuality confusion. Especially when all the guys are getting matched up with other girls, and she starts getting left on her own while everyone else is busy going on dates and whatnot. Between trying to hide her physical maturities, dealing with whatever her Fa'e-ness will throw at her, and feeling left out, things promise to become very confusing for her.

Appearance:

In trying to figure out exactly what Excalibur's scabbard had looked like, I stumbled upon this excerpt from the original texts. This comes from Chapter XIV, the chapter in which Morgan le Fey stole King Arthur's scabbard (being unable to take Excalibur itself). Just as the King and one of his knights caught up with her, she declared that Arthur would never have the scabbard-

<center>"And then she let throw the scabbard in the deepest of the water so it sank, for it was heavy of gold and precious stones."</center>

Thanks to that passage, we have at least a fleeting image of the original scabbard. Fleshing it out in my mind, for the sake of having something to base her appearance off of, this is a description of how I picture the scabbard to appear:



Trait 1: Three golden rings about her neck.
Trait 2: Golden hair.
Trait 3: Dark, dark, midnight skin.

Powers:

Initially, there will only be a very few powers that Dusty possesses. She will heal at a rapid rate; a small cut would be completely vanished within a few minutes of its acquisition, for example. This is an instinctive ability, and will manifest from her arrival as a Fa'e. She will also have unusual strength, though nothing of Superman levels. Just enough to keep surprising people, by being able to heft objects that seemed to be beyond her abilities, and more than enough to allow her to keep up with the boys. Other than these two traits, however, she will not appear to have any abilities at all for the longest time, much to her frustration. As things progress, however, these powers will strengthen, and others will come. Most of her powers will focus on the healing and defensive arts, warding spells and the like.

There is one other special trait to note about Dustin. Excalibur and its scabbard were crafted by the same hand, and their magic gifted by the same power. The two are thereby linked, and Dustin's fate will become to recover and protect the sword that she, as a scabbard, had been created to safeguard.

Links:

1. http://www.eg.bucknell.edu/~zaccone/Excalibur-manual/node48.html
2. http://www.timelessmyths.com/arthurian/excalibur.html
3. http://www.mysticrealms.org.uk/malory/book04.htm#CHAPTER%20XIV

<center>Quest</center>


A note about donations -- I do not really expect to get a Fa'e through money. Seriously. There are lurkers that have a mil or more saved up. I usually have funds of 1k-10k. However, mostly as a formality, I'm making an effort to keep track of my gold and such. I am not asking for donations, though I would love them. On that note, however, I don't guarantee that I'll save donation money in the same manner I would if I were questing for something that I could hope to achieve. Donation monies will most like go towards art of my current concept, or a mini-quest. If you don't think this is acceptable, then, as I said before - I don't expect or request donations, and I seriously hope you don't do as such. ^^ Thank you!

Current gold: 6.0k (Spent money again. T.T; Bad temptation. Baaaad.)

Mini-quest: Winged Anklets (need about 30k T.T; )

Items:

Selling: Space Monster Mask, Prisoner's Top x2, Striped Stockings, Flower Crown. All prices are available upon request, or you may just place a bid.

Not Currently Selling: Angelic Scarf, Angelic Staff x2, Solar Cloak, Xmas Gift from Leon/Sasha/Meredith, Gaia 2nd Anniversary Hat, Gaia 2nd Anniversary Balloon x2, Really Jacked Up Gloves, Spirited Boxers, Spirited Shoes, Vial of Unknown Liquid x125, KiKi Kitty Plushie, Easter Basket 2k5, Bani Mask. These items will be sold only when they go up in price enough, or when I need to get money for a Fa'e auction or whatever.

<center>About Me (OOC)</center>


Me & The Fa'e....
I have been on Gaia for almost a year, now. Just shortly after I joined, I came upon the gorgeously drawn picture of Astaroth. This was long before I had even really heard of a Fa'e, or any other sort of signature baby, mind - I hadn't the faintest what I was getting myself into, when I clicked the signature. That was back when Astaroth was still a kid... he was so cute~ heart . I saw the link to Fa'e HQ, and went to check it out.

Looking over the HQ, I instantly fell in love with the place. I wanted a Fa'e, of course, but none were available at the time - and, even if one were, I was still fairly noobish back then, and there was no way I could even hope to afford one. I decided to try the next best thing, and help out with the Fa'e. I made an offer to help plan adventures for the Fa'e that were there, but that fell through with nothing happening.

Rather disappointed, and uncertain of what to do next, I continued to lurk for several months. I watched events go by, getting rather tired of just slinking around, before finally introducing myself to the active inhabitants of Fa'e HQ. I've never really been 'active' in the Fa'e HQ, I suppose... 'tis always been awkward there, for me. ^^ I just started roleplaying there a bit, though, so much fun. I've really managed to get into chatting around there, too. It's a wonderful community, not just in character - as I had commented in an OOC chat that was going on, "Seriously. What other thread is there, where there are three or so debating about the political correctness of various drinks at the same time as three or so other people are talking about how tampons are just cotton sex?". Only the Fa'e HQ.

Now, I'm not sure how I intend to go about getting a Fa'e. I would most like to get one by doing things productive for the thread - however, I don't really think I have the necessary skills to be of any use, for the moment. I suppose I could save up, and hope for an auction to come around - except I know that I would be going against several friends (yes, I suppose they're friends) who are also running Fa'e quests. I don't want to make it feel like a competition - but in the end, it seems like that's what it is. All I really know is that, through seven or eight months of watching the Fa'e, I not only haven't lost interest- I've grown to love them even more. There are certainly those out there more deserving of a Fa'e child than I am... but I don't believe that means I can't try for one, anyway. 3nodding



Me & Roleplaying....
Roleplayer. And me. The two are practically synonymous. 3nodding Oh, you think I'm joking?

It all began about 20, 25, maybe even 30 years ago. Yes, I KNOW I'm only 17, but you see, I'm not the only roleplayer in my family. I happen to be an incredibly rare second generation roleplayer. That is to say, one or both of my parents are roleplayers as well. ^^ Envy me. My parents met at a D&D game - a romantic story, but, sadly, not one I am qualified to tell. My mother is the most extrordinary DM I know, in terms of making a realistic and amazingly deep adventure that is more oriented on actual roleplaying instead of simply combat. My father is another amazing DM, able to keep track of massive amounts of trivial rules and facts and use them to his advantage in a complex and technical game. All of my childhood friends are also second generation roleplayers; however, to my knowledge, I am the only one who has bridged the gap to online roleplaying, instead of simply D&D.

Anyway, I got to play my first serious roleplaying game at age 5 or so - before then, I was too young to really understand the rules for roleplaying. All I remember about that first roleplay is that I ran a pixie faerie character, who had a tactic of flying way, way high above the enemies and sprinkling pixie dust on them to damage them. Effective? No. But fun anyway. XD I played a few games of Champions! (a superhero-type RPG), but didn't actually get to play D&D until I was 11 years old - and then, I didn't get to play it again until I was 13 or 14 years old.

In the years inbetween my early child roleplaying and my first experience with D&D, I was focused on writing and reading. I was also constantly on the Internet, especially on Neopets. It was there, when I was 12 years old, that I got my first online roleplaying experience, in a Pokemon roleplay. ^^ Much fun, back then - I was instantly addicted to online roleplaying, my literary skills finally meeting with my roleplaying ones. My early characters included my Pokemon character, Silvana, a rare form of a Rapidash evolution with a gentle heart; Amastacia, a cat anthro bodyguard that just tried to do what good she could as she wandered the fantasy worlds; and, in the occasional real-life roleplay, Anna, a rich and rather bored girl that tinkered with this gadget and that in her spare time.

Time went on, and I started focusing to put more depth into my characters. Soon, I was roleplaying mostly with Alek. Alek was a black dragon, who had been adopted by Amastacia as an egg. However, Amastacia had died at the hands of an assassin while protecting a princess, leaving Alek and his adoptive pegasus sister, Lily, to fend for themselves. Alek grew into a withdrawn (and extremely sexy ~.^) teenager, always hiding in human form and trying to follow the same path as Amastacia had. He was always in mourning of the death of his owner, and in constant search of his sister, whom had seperated ways with him long ago. He was also being hunted by a strange sorcerer, who toyed endlessly with him by burning those around him to death. ^^ Good times, good times.

Eventually, though, I found myself bored with the rather juvenile atmosphere of Neopets. After a year or so spent trying to fit into several Avidgamers sites that ended up dying, one after another, I finally graduated to Gaia online in April, 2004. ^^ I haven't really looked back since. I play in three to ten roleplays at any given moment, slow-moving ones with in-depth and detailed posts, for the most part. I'm always saving time and concentration for the eventuality of getting a Fa'e, so I won't have to quit my other roleplays to be able to keep up with one. If and when that day comes. heart

<center>Arrien's Black Book (IC)</center>

In lieu of getting a job, Arrien has decided to start actively studying the Fa'e. She has begun to keep a research journal, and will be taking notes in it whenever she comes in contact with one of the Fa'e. This is to try and understand them better. Below is her 'raw data', the things that she writes down directly in her notebook.

<center>Autograph Books</center>

Well, I need an excuse to keep bumping this thing in order to keep me interested. So, here it is. ^^ I'm going to try to collect the autographs of all of the Fa'e Guardians. In order to make this a challenge, I'm imposing the following rules on my little quest here:

1. I cannot personally ask a Guardian to give me an autograph. They either must be referred here by someone else, or find their way here on their own.

2. In order for a post to count as an autograph, it must consist only of the guardian's name, along with any message they want to transcribe. If a guardian just shows up and posts, it therefore does not count as an autograph; they must post with the intention of filling up my autograph book.

I will also keep a second autograph book for Fa'e Hopefuls and Stalkers. Just in case one of them get a Fa'e, so I can say I knew them before they got one. I'm allowed to refer them, however, although they still have to post with the intention of autographing my books.

Oh! And if I can get an autograph out of Anya, I'll put them on the front of each book. x3 Yay!

reserved/bump.

x3 I've been waiting for someone to post since I first made this thread, back in November. Which makes you special. *gives you a gold star sticker*

Yeah, I realize that word limits are gonna kill me. T.T; But what I'm writing right now isn't for a contest, it's just to get the full history down. Which is a pain, because the stuff I have up here already is only about half-done. x3 If another contest comes up, I figure I'll have to butcher this a thousand times over to get it to an appropriate size. But I'll still have the full story here, so I'll be happy. :3

Fanartses? o.o; I would love you forever for fanart. Seriously.