Scarlet

Scarlet.

Class: Elf
Gender: Female
Hair: Red
Eyes: Dark Purple
Skin: Pale

The situations and backgrounds that Scarlet has have changed in my mind over time, but what doesn't change is her ability to fight and wage war. She is a natural leader, though it isn't the direct and brash leadership you might expect.

Scarlet lives in a time where elves are oppressed, seen as the inferior race, and generally ill respected by the draconian lords of the land.

Civil war brews and Scarlet somehow finds herself in the middle of it all.

I'm basically noting this down for future reference, just getting thoughts out on paper.

Outfits

So I found Etsy. And Etsy... and steampunk, have given me some inspiration.

I've been recently dreaming up a scene/sequence where Scarlet is at some sort of fancy ball/party- but is armed to the hilt covertly.

and I wanted, mostly for myself, to describe what I think she would look like.


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Scarlet looked quite the picture, ruffles and satin exploding from her sleeves and skirt. Purple wasn't really her favourite colour, she much preferred working colours, black, green or brown. Scarlet smoothed her large skirt as she inspected herself in the mirror. She was dressed beautifully, but she knew that if she had to fight or get away, she'd be able to.

Her hair was strategically placed to hide her elven ears, and she wore a beautiful wide handcrafted hair band made out of gold and silver. Around her neck was a choker necklace, actually a modified piece of armour designed to protect her neck, but Scarlet had crafted and wrought it to make it look like a rather ornate necklace. Ornate but incredibly useful.

Her dress was purple satin, and to be honest Scarlet didn't hate it as much as she told her fellow conspirators. The dress was designed to button all the way up the back, and was stiffened and shaped with a whale-bone girdle so that she didn't have to wear a multitude of petticoats.

Underneath, she wore a light silk shirt and her favourite corset. Favourite because it had all sorts of hidden pockets and seams, and it was within this corset that she had hidden a surprising number of knives and daggers, as well as any number of other small but useful odds and ends. 

Under the dress she wore a pair of tightly fitted but flexible pants, so that if she had to ditch the dress and get away, she wouldn't be indecent.

The sleeves of the dress hid the two leather arm braces that Scarlet refused to part with, knowing that they provided great protection in a knife fight.

Her shoes were the trickiest part of the whole ensemble, because one clearly can't wear boots with a ball gown. So instead, Scarlet opted for a pair of sturdy purple flats, reinforced and tightly bound to her feet with purple ribbon. They looked a little odd, compared to the dainty barely there shoes the other ladies would be wearing, but Scarlet didn't mind, hoping her dress would be gaudy enough to distract from her shoes.  

With a last spritz of perfume, Scarlet took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. Treachery may be around the corner, but she felt ready.

Poetry Compilation; Post: 9

~~~My most recent Poem(July 15th 2007), but definitely not my last~~~

Will my voice astound
Every critic on sound?
Or will I just screech off stage?

Will I leap from the page
And act on the stage?
Or will I just stay in the wings?

Will I ever be seen,
As a beauty queen?
In more than just the Lord's eyes?

But I've come to see
The focus is not on me,
And if these things come,
As they might,
God is to have the limelight.

Curious

Poetry Compilation; Post: 8

~Dontcha just love translation? (June 25 2007)

I'm lost in translation
For the thought never left the station,
My mind reels and spins
And tries to keep on top to win.

For a mind in the process of translation,
Gets stuck and muddled in the conversion.
One language to that,
And hang on, did you just say "hat"?

For I am once again lost
In the abyss of what things cost.
My brain is fried,
but it was fun, and at least I tried.

Curious

Poetry Compilation; Post: 7

~This is just a short little one I wrote on May 18th 2007, the middle-end of basketball season~

A little poem...

Time marches on
In the basketball game of life.
The seconds race by,
As we try to achieve the most we can.

Curious

Poetry Compilation; Post: 6

~This one is fairly self explanatory... (March 3rd 2007) ~

Such is my life...

Hi, I'm a missionary kid
No, please, don't run away,
Let me tell you about me?

I live in Bolivia,
No, its not in Africa.
I go to a normal strange school,
I have normal strange friends.

When a team comes,
Its almost guaranteed that shoes
Will be left on the doorstep.
Such is my life.

Bugs come in seasons,
And rain comes once a year.
We delight in the dated,
And our sense of humour is terrible.

Our teachers range from strict
To incredibly forgetful.
From just a little quirky
To the downright strange.

And they wonder why MK's turn out
Just the way we do.
They think we are predictable,
And in a way we are.

But think again.

We may be strange,
we may be weird,
But we have an understanding
Of the world around us
That others will never have.

Curious

Poetry Compilation; Post: 5

~I was inspired to write this one as a result of a devotion in home room (March 25 2007)~

An Age Old Battle

The choking dust rises
Breathed in by people of all sizes.
The master wears a hood,
Splattered and stained by blood.

There are chains and whips,
Mean taunts and quips.
The sun beats down on the withered and thin,
And the ever hungry lion wears a ghastly grin.

Poor souls toil ever on,
Brothers, friends, separated, gone.
Cries ring out above the dust,
The auction continues, as it must.

A white hooded master stumbles in,
Subjecting himself to the power of sin.
The black hooded master savours victory,
His arch-nemesis now weak and in slavery.

Black hood faces the white
His features contorted, a ghostly sight.
Death arrives to take a soul
And the white now plays his vital role.

The sky blackens and the chains break,
Freedom for slaves, our choice to make.
The greatest price paid,
A life given for our aid.

That is my simple story
Of life and death, a tale truly gory.
A victory made on that tremendous day,
Love like God's has truly come our way.

Curious

Poetry Compilation; Post: 4

~Inspiration (January 13th 2007)~

Inspiration where have you gone?
Maybe you are a prize to be won.
Or are you like the wind, dropping by
And dissapearing again without saying why?

You lead many to fame,
You leave others in shame.
Great deeds are done because of you,
But I'm stuck, now what should I do?

Inspiration, where have you gone?

Curious

Poetry Compilation; Post: 3

~Ok, here is my most "famous" poem,(January 30th 2007) it actually received an award at my school! (Plus another one which I missed initially its from December 17th 2006)~

Poetry, yours is a hidden message
Of love, life and mystery
Hidden under any sort of visage.
You speak of truth, you speak of lies,
You know exactly what this mask hides.

You seem to know everything
Whether you do or not,
You speak to my soul, you pull at my heart strings.
Poetry, you are the tool of the ages,
The billboard of the sages.

Poetry, so many great men have fallen to your spell.
You weave hope into their battle worn bodies
You speak of the maidens they know so well.
Through your melody, you hypnotise,
Through your rhythm you revitalise.

You bring women to tears,
You make their hearts soar
You protect them from the thing each one fears.
You bring joy, you bring laughter,
You show them things they'll remember ever after.

Poetry, you are the voice of feelings,
You are the song of lovers
The melody, the tune always so lilting.
You are the whisper of rage,
The release from our cage.

Poetry. Poetry.

You shall endure the sands of time.

Curious

Dogs in Church... Yet another Culture Shock Story

I'll tell you a tale
I've noted it to be true,
Of a dog, or maybe two.
He had spots on his tail, and a floppy ear,
And often went to church, just to hear.
It was not unusual you see, to sit
And find him under your chair,
Or to hear him going past during the prayer.
During dedications he would appear,
On the stage, at the stair, and wiggle his floppy ear.

Curious

Poetry Compilation; Post: 2

~Continuing, here is a little Christmas Poem (December 24, 2006)~

Its a time of cheer,
The Bestest time of the year
Now don't you fear
The world will hear,
The good news, just you wait and see
And if that takes a while, there will always be you and me :)

Friendship lasts forever.

Curious

Poetry Compilation; Post: 1

~Ok, so this is the first poem I put up on my blog Curious Happenings, on October 21, 2006. Enjoy!~

Women cry, men are shy.
Men are macho, women, not so much oh
Women are sensitive, caring and beautiful,
Men are heroic, brave, and handsome.

Women love clothes, shoes and boys
Men are fascinated by their electronic toys
Women are fashionable and really quite chic
Men are cool and to strong too be weak

Women are mothers, their place is in the home
Men are warriors, their place is to protect and to roam.
Women are not leaders, its the men's request-
For men are wise, they know best.

But the untold story is one unknown,
Of women not content to stay at home.
They long for adventure, they long for love.
Women such as these are not the norm.

There is another side too,
One that society decidedly 'boos'
Of men that cry, of men that are shy.
They desire only a quiet home and wife,
That is their kind of life.

Both sides of the mirror are true,
They are people, just like me and you.
But we are all loved, by one who understands,
One who is not held back by time and its sands.

Curious

Landscape Development

Now, Adalardo is the place where this budding story is set. Adarlardo can be quite strange at times, in the anti-gravitational belts and such, but for the most part, it would be familiar territory to us earth dwellers. Well, almost...

Adalardo is surrounded by other countries, such as Arlen and Gwydir but it is quite far away from them, and even by the most advanced transport systems it still takes a couple of days to get to Arlen and Gwydir from Adarlardo. So, as my astute readers may have guessed, neither Arlen nor Gwydir get much attention in my tale.

Adalardo is famous for its mountains, they are visible from anywhere in Adalardo, and most of the populous lives close to them. Much of the architecture is therefore influenced by these mountains, the buildings stretch up tall and stick and jut out from cliffs and the sides of the mountains. Even in the planes and farmlands the buildings imitate the glorious Adalardo mountains.

Now, about the anti-gravitational belts, they are few are far between, and the Adalardo people seem to stay away from them, only a couple of well rooted trees and such are able to survive in the belts.

Adalardo is a beautiful place, and its citizens could not ask for a lovelier place to live.

Adalardo's Citizens- In their Sims 2 forms...

Well, after putting my descriptions of the characters, and after finding some great skintones (to download) I made four of my "creatures" in a Sims 2 form. So, even though my talents are very poor at creating sims like this, here they are! Enjoy :)

Faeries

Konians
Merfair
Nadifians

Setting the Scene, Adalardo:

Adarlardo is an entire world in its own right. Inhabited by a variety of creatures, with a variety of technologies. Adalardo is populated by Elves, Konians, Aglaeans, Merfair, Dwarves, Mermaids, Faeries and the cheeky Nadifians.

• Elves- A beautiful and graceful race, tending to be good warriors.
• Konians- Adalardo's ruling class. Their leader, Kona was one of the first to bring peace to Adalardo.
• Algaeans-The splendid artisans. They are the beautiful people, often quite proud, but with good hearts.
• Merfair- The "peace treaty" between the mermaids and the faeries.
• Dwarves- The workers of Adalardo. They can grow to be quite tall in the Adalardo air, and some have been known to be quite beautiful as well as ugly...
• Mermaids-Adalardo's wise and cunning. They give council to the Konians. They work together.
• Faeries- Flirtatious and fun. The Adarlardo air has caused them to be quite small, but they ARE able to change their size.
  
• Nadifians- Musicians and jesters, Nadifians tell the best jokes. They play instruments, sing, and dance the best of all races, but are, unfortunately looked down upon by some of the other races.
  

Up and Running once more!

Yes, if you my dear readers come across this blog once more, be assured that I am going to be putting poetry, stories, descriptions, background info etc. etc. up on this blog once more.

Curious Stories will be operational within the next month or so!