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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Jan 31, 2008 10:31:02 GMT -5
Fundamentals
Full name: Yuliya Vanera Dusha Chasy Bihaty Povitria Pryroda Misiats Nebasnyy Svitanok Dukhkin'
Nickname
Birthday: November ninth.
Age: 13
Appearance
General: Yuliya has long, moonlight-like hair(very bright blonde) that sometimes has an odd wave in it. It's very long, to at least her waist. Her skin is very pale, but not because she spends time inside, its hereditary. Her eyes are grey from far away, but if you look close, they are pale green. They also flash violet when she's angry. Much to her dismay, she has a curvy build but she is still very athletic.
Favorite: Her eyes
Hate: Uh...the inside of her ears
Heritage: The Ukrainian Cossacks.
Ethnicity: Ukrainian/Caucasian
Personality
General: If people were puzzles, Yuliya Dukhkin’ would be a rubix cube. She has many different sides to her personality. Sometimes she can be hyper and insane, bouncing rapidly while shouting out a song about llamas and then screaming and running up and down halls. She doesn’t like being asked “Why?” about anything. She is also extremely competitive, and doesn’t like being beaten at anything, unless it’s something she doesn’t care about. Math, for instance. She readily and fiercely defends anything she loves to the point of being foolhardy. Horses are her greatest love, but she loves ALL animals with a passion, and the environment as well. She generally thinks that humans are stupid and that animals are superior. Although she does have those days, she is generally optimistic and is good at cheering people up, even though her happiest time is when she’d alone with her animals. She is definitely independent, and wants real freedom.
Hobbies: Yuliya love horses. being with horses, riding horses, thinking about horses, and trying to draw horses. She loves all animals and wants to stop all animal abuse. She loves to write and is rather good at poetry. She likes to run...really anything fast. She also likes fencing, and is also quite good at it.
Dislikes:Oranges, those who think they’re perfect and/or know everything, those who think they’re subtle, those who talk only about themselves or toot their own horn, being or feeling trapped in any way, being completely alone, people who SAY they like animals but obviously don't, people who baby-talk to animals.
Likes: Horses, fencing, nature, animals, wind, air, the elements, storms, lightning, being outside, writing, racing, running, joking, and everything else fun and deep.
Origins
General: In the country now known as Ukraine, a group of fierce warriors roam. No one dares to fight them, for they are known all around the world for their horsemanship, their valor, tenacity and habit of always performing acts beyond the call of duty, and of always reaching for the impossible. The word itself, Cossacks, means in the Tartar language, “Freeman.” Before they were even called Cossacks, they were known as “the brave and strong people. “Where the Cossacks came from cannot be said with certainty, but, in any event, it [their State] existed prior to the Tartar invasion of 1223. These knights lived separately, without pledging allegiance to the Russians, the Poles or the Tartars.” At the head of their tribal units, similar to Scottish clans, was an elected leader called and Ataman or Hetman. They also elected others: the judge, the scribe, the lesser officials, and even the clergy. All leaders were known as the starshina. Executive powers were in the Ataman, who was the supreme commander in the fields. They did not have written laws, but the “Cossack Tradition,” which was common, unwritten law.
Low on the Dnieper River was one tribe, known as the Spirit Horse tribe. The Ataman was a strong warrior by the name of Vivek Dukhkin’. No one saw his wife, Chiye, very much, but she was the pride and joy of the tribe.
Vivek and Chiye were expected to have children, and they did. Their first was a handsome young boy whom they named Voyin, the Cossack word for warrior, who was born at exactly noon on the first day of spring. He was put near horses the second he was born, but he preferred to spend his time with plants and trees.
Four years later, a terrible storm came upon the tribe. It was harsh, and ripping. Thunder and lightning ravaged the ground. But nothing was stronger than the wind. It tore and it rushed and it sang. The horses of the tribe though, instead of fleeing, relished in it, enjoying it. Suddenly, the clouds broke, and the evening star shone through, showering the land in an unworldly light. At that moment, a second child was born. A daughter, who was given the name Yuliya.
However, instead of spending time with the child, they waited. Once she could walk by herself, her parents sent her away to her grandmother, Vivek’s mother, who demanded to have the child. Vivek, who did not want to be dishonored by his mother, obliged. The young girl, though young she was, was heartbroken to be torn away from her home. For Zyma was not of the Spirit Horse tribe.
Zyma treated Yuliya with no kindness, even when she couldn’t talk. Anytime she disobeyed her, she would hit her hard with a stick that had thorns on it. Though Yuliya often talked back, resulting in more pain, this eventually taught her to never show her true feelings. She had to do manual labor the moment she could understand what job she had to do. She had to do whatever Zyma asked of her, no matter how trying it was. And the worst part was, Yuliya was allowed no animal companion. For Cossacks build their lives around their horses, but Zyma’s one fear was of horses, and animals in general. Yuliya had already grown to love animals, even though her grandmother thought she was a weakling for it.
When Yuliya turned six, a most young age for the trials she had gone through, her grandmother started talking about how women were below men and that Yuliya would eventually have to do all the work for a future husband. Through this, Yuliya only vowed that she would never marry, and never love a man.
One year later, Yuliya could bear it no more and escaped while her grandmother ate her supper. The evening star led her home.
But when Yuliya came to the land of Spirit Horse, she learned of a great tragedy. Chiye Dukhkin’ had died, but that is all they would tell her. They didn’t tell her how. At that moment, Voyin, her elder brother, promised her that he would be her mother, and that he would never let anything bad happen to her. But her only comfort was that they had found out her mother’s mare, Moon Gem, was in foal to Celestial Night, her father’s stallion, and that she would be given the baby.
Yuliya then adopted her mother’s dog, Luna, a female husky who became most loyal to her. And also at this time, Yuliya befriended a boy of the clan, Okozir, who was a year older than her. His only family was his father, Soren, who was cruel to his son. So Okozir spent much time with Yuliya and her family.
Nine months later, a shining bay colt was born. Yuliya gave him the name of Arrow, for she believed he would be as fast as an arrow. Yuliya gentled him herself, and he grew so fast that he looked mature just two years later. Vivek deemed him worthy to ride, and Yuliya found a great joy in running over valleys on the back of her colt.
But one day, that very same year Arrow turned two, something to be regretted happened. Okozir and Yuliya decided to go out riding, a favorite pastime of theirs, for they loved to race across the plains. But, unexpectantly, a neighboring tribe attacked them. They shot a flaming arrow at Arrow. The colt screamed as he collided with the ground, Yuliya crushed under him. Okozir hopped off his mare and tried to help, but he couldn’t budge either of them. He regretted riding out so far and started the long journey back to the tribe to get help. Yuliya spent hours under the body of her greatest companion. It was the very first time she freely sobbed.
The first to reach her were Luna, and Apollo, her father’ black lab chow mix, a ferocious and aggressive guard dog. Yuliya knew they couldn’t help her escape by themselves, so she just grabbed onto the two.
Okozir finally came with a band of those who had responded. Among them was Voda, Vivek’s younger brother, a normally jolly and rambunctious young man. He had suddenly turned seriously and pulled Yuliya out single-handedly. Voyin soon came running, and was so angered he almost challenged Okozir to a duel for not being able to help Yuliya more, but Yuliya forbade it. From then on, Apollo always stayed within a twenty feet radius of Yuliya.
For a year, Yuliya was traumatized with horrible memories of her time under Arrow. Often she would scream during the night, and many tribe members began to fear her, calling her a Screamer. She would often disappear for hours on end, and come back calmed. No one knew where she went or what she did.
By the end of the year, another foal by Celestial Night and out of Moon Gem was born, a spirited black filly. To make up for the loss of her stallion, Vivek presented the filly to her, whom she named Chornyy Samotsvit
At this time, Yuliya also befriended another animal, an orphaned peregrine falcon. She took good care of him, and eventually named him Streak, for he when he went as fast as he could, he was only a streak in the sky.
For three years she has lived somewhat happily, and then things changed.
Parents: Vivek and Chiye Dukhkin'
Siblings: Voyin Dukhkin', her older brother of nineteen.
Other: Voda Dukhkin', her father's brother
Roleplaying
Sample: It’s hard to be a free one
In this life of set standards
A different one
Who chooses not to live by rules
For in this life of horse society
Only stallions are on top
Always the leaders
Never anything else
But I am that unique one
An independent mare
Who can take care of herself
And loves no one
My footsteps on this earth
Walk a path of hardship
I learned how to live
From myself
Her mind was playing tricks on her, a cruel and unusual thing to do. Could it be? Had he not really died that night? For an instant, her heart relished in a surge she had never felt before. Her pace quickened. Had the wounds really not been enough? Where had he gone after that? Was he as lost and rough as she was? Could it really be so?
But the light was playing tricks on her too; fooling her mind to believe what her memories said instead of what was fact. It was all a hopeless game, and her, a piece that had been led out too far. Stubborn, yes, but when it came to her past, she was ready to believe anything.
It was right then that her eyes finally clearly saw, and her heart plunged down. The stallion was not blue roan, it wasn’t him. It was just a stallion, and therefore she hated him, just like she hated all other stallions. She hated him even more now for deceiving her heart to believe the impossible. It made her weak.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! she shouted at herself, you’ll never be strong if you let yourself fall for such tricks of the light. She felt like disappearing into the woods again. It was in the forest she had become strong, and now she felt weak. There was nothing to help it, nothing that would solve it. Her cold, steely gaze returned to her and once again she became Mor Mir, the stallion-hating tomboy who could take care of herself.
But the fact that the stallion was there couldn’t escape her completely. There were multiple things she could do. She could slink away…Coward! She could go further, or she could stay put. The last option seemed like the best one, and her hooves became silent.
Her eyes let her wander across the shore, and that was enough for her. She was standing in a small patch of rough sea grass that was at the top of a hill leading down to the shore. The grass tempted her but she knew she had to be still. Sea grass was salty, and she loved the taste of salt, the way it lingered in her mouth, the small tang it gave her taste buds. She moved her eyes onto other things.
The beach was obviously sandy, and was littered with old shells and drift wood, all undeniably smooth from the constant pressure of the sea waves, the waves which came so daintily on the white sands, leaving a small trace of almost green foam where it stopped and retreated back to the ocean. It was always teasing the sands, and the ocean was always teasing it, letting it go out and it, but never letting it truly return to the ocean it longed to belong in. Was it fate that this was the water doomed to be the tides for eternity? Or would it change someday? Would one-day waves from the ocean run in and relieve the water that was there right now? There was no way to tell.
Then there was the ocean, so shining blue-green in all its majesty, a whisper of greater things, of travel to another land that would end in adventure. But if she wanted adventure, she could stay right where she was, standing in a patch of sea grass, not bothering to go down and meet the stallion that she supposedly should be attracted to.
I got rough and tough
Enough to live alone
I need no stallion
They are untrustworthy
I am the lone mare
Who will never be claimed
No whisper of love in me
Is for a stallion
I will always be free
And run with the wind
Stallions break my wings
And I am yearning to fly
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