#dusktask002

[quothrae-blog]

Guard Your Heart Above All Else ↠ Childhood ↠ Self-Paragraph

Loosely based on: Let’s dig a little deeper into that origin. We’ve learned about your family, we got a nice peek behind the curtain, but we’re greedy. We’re dying to know more and for some reason, you’re compelled to tell us. Not every childhood was the same, and no childhood was easy. Give us some detail. Help us understand what molded you into the person you are today.

It was quiet in Azarath. Peaceful. In the centre of the room, a young Raven could be found meditating – murmuring to herself as she sought her peace. From the moment the dark-haired girl had been born, her training had begun. Separated from her mother, she was destined to a life that excluded any sort of attachment to anyone – even her own family.

Sighing, she understood. That was how it is. It was for the better. However, it didn’t soothe the insufferable loneliness that was gnawing inside her, yearning to come out and express itself. Meditation, Raven. That’s what helps, she murmured to herself. At the entrance of another, Raven could sense the aura of her mentor: the goddess Azar. The goddess sat on the opposite side of her, causing Raven to open her eyes. “You seem unfocused, my child,” the elder woman confessed. Glancing to the ground, she pondered over her thoughts. Should she confess? There was no use in hiding her feelings or thoughts, Azar probably already knew them all. There was no way this would be avoidable. “I just… can’t help but think of the unfairness of it all. I didn’t ask to be born. I didn’t ask for any of this.” Had Raven’s control been weaker, this would have been the moment where she would have begun to cry. However, as a child, she had been excellent at controlling her emotions. It was what the monks of Azarath had taught her. The dark-haired girl had been filled with the belief that whenever she felt something; bad things would occur. It was true; she was a prime example of it.

Looking up at Azar, the woman didn’t even seem slightly perplexed at Raven’s statement. Instead, she smiled as if she knew the answers to life. “Nobody asks for any of these things to occur, but they do. Instead of wondering of the whys and the how’s, the wise person determines how to approach the situation,” she replied. “I know you miss your mother, but all in due time. Patience, Raven.” With these last words of wisdom, she parted the white-cloaked girl, to allow her to continue her studies. It’s what she always answers, she thought in exasperation. Closing her eyes, she breathed in and decided to resume her meditation session. Maybe by the gain of more control, the time would be sooner than expected. Her words lingered in her head, motivating her further. Yes, all in due time.

[thedcrk-knight]

Bruce’s childhood was nowhere near normal.  Whether it be the money, his parents dying, being raised by a butler, or traveling the world from twelve and surrounding his life by fantasies of revenge for his parents. 

When he was born, he was a surprise to his mother, Martha. She had, at first, thought she couldn’t get pregnant. Her and her husband was happy and feeling blessed that they finally got the chance to be the parents they’d always wanted to be. Despite having all the money in the world (figuratively), they tried to raise Bruce unspoiled. They wanted him to understand that he got nothing but laying around. They wanted to instill hard-work into their son, which caused the boy to earn his allowance as soon as he began receiving one by doing chores alongside their butler, Alfred Pennyworth.

They were, sadly, killed when Bruce was only eight years old and the traumatic event changed him completely. He became withdrawn, he stopped believing in a better world around him. He became consumed with fantasies of revenge. It worried his surrogate father, Alfred, but there wasn’t much to be done about it. When he was just twelve, he began traveling around the world in search of a purpose for life. Seeking experts in many fields and training himself mentally and physically. 

He studied at Cambridge, the Sorbonne, many other famous European universities. A man named Henri Ducard taught him man-hunting, a ninja named Kirigi taught him stealth, an African bushman trained him in the art of the hunt, and Nepalese monks taught him healing. Furthering him from the definition of normal.

[leftfordusk-rpg-blog]

Task 002: Childhood !!

Let’s dig a little deeper into that origin. We’ve learned about your family, we got a nice peek behind the curtain, but we’re greedy. We’re dying to know more and for some reason, you’re compelled to tell us. Not every childhood was the same, and no childhood was easy. Give us some detail. Help us understand what molded you into the person you are today.

Please take note that every task, unless otherwise stated, is optional. They’re here for character development reasons and to help you get a little more closer to your character.

However, if you complete it, your FACTION will be rewarded.

Tag this task: dusktask002!

DIRECTIONS: Again, there is no wrong way to complete this task. Tell the other members about your character’s childhood. It can be in the form of a self-para, you can make a video, you can make a photo-album of pictures you find significant to your character’s past. You can write it out like it’s a biography, or, of course, you can make an ooc post with an explanation on how they were brought up. Just have fun with it.