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APPLICATION- Cumaean Sybil
Topic Started: Oct 20 2009, 06:12 PM (632 Views)
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APPLICATION- Cumaean Sybil

GLOBAL NAME: @RoseBride

CHARACTER NAME: Cumaean Sybil

POWERSET/ARCHETYPE: Radiation / Dark Defender

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Throughout the ages people have a general tendency to look back on their History in a kind of Golden light. For us all there is a time in our lives that we recount as everything seemed near perfection and glorious in hindsight. Well Hindsight is rarely 20/20 as the saying goes and so it is with our History.

That is my role in this saga, my name is Nyssa, daughter of The Manes, while Nyssa is not my given name it has become my chosen name for as you know Nyssa means “The Beginning” and that is where I wish to start for I am an Atlantean Historian.

I will part the curtain of time for you my liege and impart upon you a portion of my story, I have lived for such a long time and I have traveled so far from my home, but now I believe the time has come to tell my story to you.

When I was a young girl, no more than 13 years I served Poseidon. As a young Maiden, I began training to one day become a Priestess myself in the service of the temple. I came from a family of very little means; my mother was a potter and my father a farmer. Our grazing land was speckled by the fruitful herd of goat which my brothers tended with such diligence and care from sunrise to sunset.

Our farm was located upon the steep and rugged hillside facing bay, the village spread far bellow teaming with the ocean going vessels for which we where known world round.

I know you will stop me here and dispute the Atlanteans role in the world, you have been taught that before the great rending we lived in a Utopia, our city was a Golden haven of perfection and not a mere fishing village. In part I would say you would be right, Atlantis was known as a great civilization whose mark can still be found upon portions of the surface world.

In Ireland, Nova Scotia, the St. Lawrence Seaway in Quebec, portions of Scandinavia, Norway, Crete, Africa and the East Indies have been touched by the Atlantean people. Our sails seen upon the Horizons all across the ancient world where eagerly anticipated by the native peoples with Awe and fortune.

We where a people steeped in faith for the god to whom had dedicated our Island to his many sons and great scientific thinkers whose discoveries rivaled Athens greatest minds. Our greatest and most profitable discovery was that of the Lateen Sail or Triangular double sail which our great Navy discovered centuries before it was ever recorded in modern history.
Its generally known that the design originated with the Egyptians, however what in truth happened was that our ties with the Nile River Valley Tribes where so close and lucrative with whom that it was they whom carried on our design in memory of the Atlantean people.

The land that was our home was indeed
golden, the wheat which grew upon the plains of the upper valley, grew so thickly that upon entering into the bay the sight of those rich fields shinning bright in the light of the afternoon sun would indeed seem to shine like gold to the impressionable mind.

However it was the great statue of Poseidon wrought from of Gold holding forth the three pronged trident which rose high above all the other gleaming white buildings with their blue domed roofs which was our greatest world wonder, a statue of such skill and brilliance that it was later mimicked by the Colossus of Rhodes. If you ever wish to see what our Golden city must have looked like during the time that I lived then gaze upon the Grecian Island of Santorini and their village of Thiira.

In the center of our vast Island home was an lake of salt water, heated pools
where scattered across the land and where often converted into public and private bath houses. Geysers would occasionally erupt from the gardens of the wealthy elite the rank smell of sulfur filling their rich halls.

The great temple which resided atop the old mountain, the great mountain which sprouted up from the center of the inner lake like an imposing old father figure where our God sat before the temple whom seemed to look out over the Ocean from his golden throne the master of all he surveyed.

For as long as we Atlanteans could remember the Old man in the mountain would occasionally smoke, as a child I grew up hearing stories about him and his great pipe that would blow plumes of smoke into the air that only the Great Sybil's could decipher his meaning.

These childhood stories would lead me to accept the life in the temple when it was offered to me as a child. As the youngest child, I was sickly, small and no use to my mother and given over much of my free time to dreaming.

I was taught to care for the temple, replace the oils, to prepare the Priestess in her toilet, pinning her hair, mixing her pigments, and lining her eyes with the coal was my task when I was barely eight years old. In the summer of my 9th year I received my first vision.

It was an account of a battle which would take place involving a portion of our Navy that had been requested to accompany our Kings eldest son who was to be wed to the Queen of the upper Nile.

Marriages where common amongst our people and those of the Nile Valley, this can be seen even today amongst the coloring of the Atlantean people, however my coloring had predisposed me for the service in the temple as I was born fair of skin with dark russet hair, which was rare even to our peoples and even more so in a family of siblings all with swarthy skin and jet colored hair.

In the vision I saw the demise of our Prince and the rise of a Great General whom would lead our Army to a great victory against the coastal raiders whom had killed our prince, he would return in sad triumph with the heads of our enemies but as well with the body of our future King wrapped in the finest Egyptian linen.

I was brought before our King and told him of my vision and it was he whom stayed the wrathful hand of his queen who meant to strike me down for blasphemy against the Royal family. When his son was brought home upon a funeral Barge wrapped in Jewels and the finest Egyptian linen I was brought to the temple of the Sybil's and taught to read the smoke.

The years I spent as a Sybil went by in a haze of delirium for me, the prophecies I foretold escape me now but my sisters whom lived in the temple where loving to me and treated me kindly. I was taught the old words, the spells and ways of the deep which had been forgotten by all but the sister over time. I was requested to stand before our great priestess with more and more regularity as I grew older so it was I lived in peace.

The reliance of the Royal Viziers upon Sybil's words and wisdom where less than regular, even less frequent where the need the Royal family had for our services the cryptic words spoken from the lips of Virgins intoxicated on the noxious fumes given up from depths of the mountain where of no use to the Queens grieving heart.

The Great King whom had been so kind to me had died the year after his eldest son, leaving the Queen to rule the empire in his stead and their Youngest son to inherit the throne. The Sybil's where forgotten in this new Regime and this abandonment of the ancient ways would foretell our Kingdoms great downfall.

The sister had all been having nightmares before the great rending but often these dreams where forgotten upon waking as they where not received in the smoke and could not be trusted as true prophecy, and as the summer days grew shorter and our Navy returned from abroad, the autumn tropical storm season began our dreams became more frequent and more frightening.

We talked to each other recounting the similarities of our dreams; our High Priestess went to the Great General with her concerns. The general, a wise man who led our army into war, advised the King before his death, and who still mourned a Prince whom he had helped raise and who he could not protect.

It was this King which your History remembers as the first King below the waves, it was he who brought our Priestess before the Queen, the priestess was rebuffed and turned away, told that the Atlantean people no longer needed the old Religion and that our Prince would lead the people into a new era of reason and Scientific Discovery.

It was then that we where allowed back into the community, told by her Highness that we where no longer needed, many of us dismissed outright to return to our homes without skill to survive, or to our old temples while only a few of us remained to take care of the great Shrine of Poseidon and to aid our High Priestess.

For several weeks before the great rending we whom had been cut off from our Priestess and the great shrine saw the regular plumes of smoke rising from Old Man Mountain, this was a hard time for all of us, some had never known any other life beyond the temple, and still more had no family to whom they could return. For us all our sisters had become our only family and the service of Poseidon our only way of life.

While the pools and Bath houses became to hot for comfort, the rumbling shook the earth below was ignored by the populace as they prepared for the Royal wedding of our Prince to a great Grecian lady.

The city celebrated and prepared our bay was full, our City over flowing as those whom lived abroad had returned home for the greatest of all celebrations, the crowning of a new King. The smoke was considered a blessing of our land to the Royal couple but those of us whom awoke at night screaming knew that not all would have a happy ending.

The day of the great rending was a quiet and still day, the air was still, that not even sails moved. The cloudless sky burned hot with afternoon sun and the days of long forgotten summer seemed to have returned.

The sea birds had flown away two weeks before and while this was brushed off as normal migratory patterns the stillness and quiet in the air seemed to weigh heavily upon me as I walked the high street back up the hillside of the Bay.

I had spent the day with my family helping with the firing of the pots, mixing the glazes with my sister, and taking simple meal of Kid stew before returning home to the temple district on the Palisades above.

I walked off the Path to gather wildflowers for the Alters as I walked along passing carts heading home from the market. At a particular point in the road when the traffic was particularly heavy I stepped off the road to catch my breath and I looked up into the sky.

It was then that I saw darkness slide across the sun.

I stood for a long while watching the eclipse, we did not know then that to do so was harmful to the eyes, when all that remained was a ring of brilliant light surrounding a void of darkness it was like a flash of Zeus' lightening struck my brain, and I knew what was to come.

Fear overwhelmed my senses, and gripped my heart in its icy grip, and I knew exactly what would come next. I wish I could say that I could not remember what happened that day but I knew that as soon as the sun would reappear nothing would be left of our people and all my worst nightmares would come true.

A deep long rumble shook the ground below us throwing people off their feet as the ground began to heave and drop off below them, I almost lost my footing and began to fall down the steep cliff side, a farmer reached out his hand and dragged me to the surface, I remember thanking him and then looking back only moments later hoping to see him safely away, but all that remained was his abandoned load tumbling into the sea.

All around was screaming, even I screamed over and over again for everyone to flee up the hill, but my words could not be heard over the dense anger of the mountain.

A small force of children clung to their mother who was trapped along the road their cart thrown into a ditch pinning their fathers leg beneath its weight, I scooped up the youngest babe and carried her in my arms yelling for the woman whom was with them to follow me. We ran up the steep rocky road as it lurched drunkenly beneath our feet.

A deafening Boom shook the world, throwing me to my knees, one hand out catch myself before crushing the child beneath me. Then from the sky sounds like whistles began to sound above us. Fire coated molten rocks bombarded us, some the size of beads and others as big as boulders began falling from the sky.

They fell with such force as to take out whole sections of the road afore and behind us, one hit my shoulder dislocating it rendering it useless, others bits of fiery soot clung to my face like a layer of hot grease searing my face.

The child whom had quieted due to fear of the loud eruption the likes of which had not been seen by Ancient man began to scream in renewed fear and pain the ash settling upon her soft tender skin. I covered her with my red hair covering her face hoping to save her the agony that we where all being assailed with. I looked up cradling the Childs head with my soot coated hand and as I did only then did I notice the Wave...

The child was taken from my arms by her mother when we reached the precipice of the hill, the other children lost, strewn like bloody and broken rag dolls laying dead upon the path below all had been lost along the way.

I sought the temple and as I guided the Mother to its doors I found my sisters crushed by the fallen debris upon the steps, their bodies mangled as survivors crawled over the bodies in order to enter the temple rushing through the thick temple doors. I left the mother and her child at the Temple doors, I told her to go with god and to try and that God would protect them.

I let out a choked sob unable to cross the doorway to climb over the bodies of my Sisters with no time to honor them as I knew they should and I asked Poseidon to allow me the time to live through this in order to preserve their memory. That was when I saw the Royal city and all those golden fields burning.

The lava flowed thick and noxious gas filled the air making it near impossible to breathe. The soot mixed with water of the Lake creating a Lahar which stood three stories high and two blocks wide destroying everything in its path, mud poured down the High Street taking the great city away

The lake was draining into the pit that had been blown into being when the Mountain exploded with such force as only today does science now call the amount of destruction wrought by a Volcano as a Plinian eruption.

I ran never looking back, not daring to, afraid of the horrors I would see, even though I saw them in front and beside me, at every moment, people throwing themselves from roofs, Molten rocks hurtling into homes which erupted into flames, shrapnel of blue tile, white brick and spears of trees skewering all indiscriminently. I cried as I ran, I screamed, shouted, attempted to help and was dragged down by those whom I couldn't.

I didn't know where I was going I found I was running blindly for the trident of Poseidon, thinking only that the priestess would be saved, my god would save me, even though that meant I was running toward the fire and the terror, not away from it.

It was then that I saw him,standing before me upon the edge of the lake, which was now a great and terrible waterfall of boiling water, mud, sweeping away buildings on one side and a river of fire which took the Palace away on the opposite shore, dressed in a long black robe, strong lithe arms encircled in silver, one impossibly long fingered hand extended out to me, a deep hood obscuring all feature.

I knew him and sought shelter in the arms that caught me, looking up one more time eyes arrested from his terrible face to glance upon the sun one last time expecting darkness but finding it shinning brightly as Atlantis as we knew it was crushed by the sea.

I have lived all these long years, traveling the tides, following the four winds, cursed to never see our new lands, as I was struck blind that fated day, and all I witnessed, but also blessed that I was one of the lucky few to survive and that those lost in the great rending use me now as their conduit to speak to you.

It has been my task to come to you my lord to serve as your adviser, in the wisdom of our ancestors they have bid me to lay my life before your feet, and to speak for all those whom did not survive, so that their words may not be ignored today.


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Persephia

Did you know that you said "I" In reference to yourself sixty-three times in forty-two paragraphs?

Then again we did say this was your time to shine, so if any where there is a place that it should all be about I and the self, it is here.

A detailed, well written application that shows a great deal of time, creativity and most of all effort. If you place half as much effort into the group as a whole, as you did on the application we would be lucky to have you.

Although you do loose points for not making any reference to the awesome "Dino Era" and how the depletion of Dinosaurs caused Atlantis to sink so that the Atlantian people could some day rescue superman. I mean, nothing shall ever be that epic again.

<_<
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Nereidia
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Oh, Sister Persephia...

I can't even begin to tell you how much coffee was lost by your reply... :lol:


As for you, Sybil, simply... well done!

~Nereidia
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Cumaean_Sybil
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Unfortunately that is very true Sister Persephia, I did not include our scaley overlords or Kal El, but I do hope that my humble Sybil is approved in spite of this obvious oversight on my part...

Also at the time of writing my background I was struck by sudden inspiration of the great amount of fear and horror that would be experienced by a survivor of The Great rending and I have been doing research on the various mentions, myths and stories surrounding Atlantis and I attempted to write from her perspective to attempt to capture that great natural disaster.

I am getting some help with the build of the character but Nyssa is currently in game and I always welcome role play with any whom wish to approach her.

Be Well,

~K
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Tritonius
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* Standing Ovation...*
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Ophysia
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Ophysia - Legionnaire/Kyravae - High Council
Fantastic!
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Leviathas
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King of Atlantis
We need to talk, K.
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Leviathas
Oct 22 2009, 11:08 AM
We need to talk, K.

I wont be in vent tonight, but if you want to chat talk to me here or FB CJ.
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Cumaean_Sybil
Oct 22 2009, 11:23 AM
Leviathas
Oct 22 2009, 11:08 AM
We need to talk, K.

I wont be in vent tonight, but if you want to chat talk to me here or FB CJ.

Pulling Application due to creative differences: Have fun Peeps.
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