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[eve-of-the-inscape-artist]

Let me know if I can help with any of your guys’ artistic endeavours!

- Evelyn Sledge

[eve-of-the-inscape-artist]

Nightly Startle [OPEN:Para]

The clock echoed through her small studio space like a mallet striking a gong. “10 o’clock. Time to go home.” Evelyn sighed softly to herself as she finished cleaning up the remnants of another uneventful work day. Although it was far more conveniently placed and essential to her mini art business, she hated spending her days in her studio space in town. Of course she did consider herself extremely lucky to have the opportunity to rent out such a room all to herself, but it was still almost painful for her not to be able to escape without an in-process commission going on. Her true studio resided far inside the woods just beyond town, or at least that’s where she created all of her real work. Her self-made sanctuary was far away from all of the hustle and congestion of town, and in fact, it was far away from any person to even accidentally stumble across. “An artist who lives off commissions but is afraid of people,” Evelyn laughed at herself mockingly as she gathered up her belongings to leave.

Arms full of books and random boxes, Evelyn balanced her way out of the door successfully until her foot caught the welcome mat, dropping all of her belongings to the ground around her. “Wow, such grace,” She growled frustratingly. A rather close noise behind her sent her jumping to her feet defensively. She spun around quickly to meet the person face-to-face,“Oh, u-uh, h-hi. C-can I help you?”

[maya-naise]

Adventure Pup [OPEN: Chat]

Her heart immediately leaped as a loud gasp escaped her lungs before jerking herself to a half rotation. It was a sudden tug at her pants leg that caused the waterbender to almost lose her lunch but the culprit was far furrier than she expected. Maya smiled to herself and sighed as she knelt down to indulge her friendly unexpected greeter. A passerby neared their way closer to them casually as Maya halfway glanced up before exchanging a hopeful acknowledgement, “Excuse me, this wouldn’t happen to be your dog would it?”

[legend-of-ravynhood]

Ravyn Character Study: family

 Dori Ravyn Amari was not only the youngest of her 4 other firebending brothers but she was also the only female and airbender in the immediate household. This naturally left her assuming the role of the black sheep in her family, becoming tremendously introverted and shy. This intense persona that she gave herself made it nearly impossible to connect with her sibling and anyone else from the outside world besides her father.

Peter Elliot Amari: Being the oldest of the 5, Peter matured extraordinarily quicker that the other boys. It was no time before he outgrew the shenanigans of his other siblings, casting himself out into the adult world as often as he possibly could. He took up several odd end jobs to make his way through school, mastering the ends and outs of an engineering field that he greatly admired. Whenever he wasn't fixing everything he could get his hands on, he enjoyed sketching silly comics in and around the house on scrap pieces of paper. Peter was the only brother that Ravyn found the easiest to get along with due to his excessive absence and maturity. She had a habit of collecting Peter's doodles and storing them within different books, attempting to fabricate some form of a relationship through his drawings instead of in real life.

Allan Theodore Amari: Allan was arguably the most talented of the Amari children because of his extensive history in pro-bending. His talent alone won him an incredible scholarship into the firebending academy at which he regretfully declined due to still lacking financial situation. After school Allan took up work with his father in architecture, training pro-bending students on the side from time to time. His and Ravyn’s relationship was probably the second worst of the others due to Allan’s extreme teasing nature. For fun he would scheme up new and often cruel pranks to pull on Ravyn in attempts of bonding with her comically. These attempts left Ravyn feeling even more of an outcast and she misinterpreted them as acts of hatred.

Riley Andrew Amari: Riley and Ravyn had hands down the most in common with each other out of all other siblings combined. They both were exceptionally curious and intelligent and even shared a mutual talent and love for reading and writing. Riley however focused his art more so in novel writing rather than Rayvn’s abstract poetry. They maintained a mutual friendship for a while, exchanging their writings back and forth for editing purposes until Ravyn grew self-conscious under her brother’s harsh criticism. The falling out of their friendship occurred when Rayvn was caught snooping through an entire collection of secret dark novels that Riley had kept from her. He never forgave her for this act and refused to interact with her civilly ever since.

Oliver Robin Amari: Oliver was the absolute cruelest of the 4 when it came to torturing Ravyn. He habitually took out his daily frustrations verbally and sometimes physically on her for little to no reason. After the death of their mother, Oliver grew cold with rebellious hate and grief, not knowing how to cope with such a devastating loss. He ended up dropping out of school, picking up an unstable job in underground street fighting in attempts of wearing out his inner pain. His father and older brothers attempted to steer him towards probending but Oliver’s lack of respect for rule following made it impossible for him succeed further. His hostility towards Ravyn derives mostly from her uncanny resemblance to their mother; it in a way mocked his constant grief.

Willow Dori Hinsley (“Songbird”): Willow was a nonbender who grew up in an awfully brutal orphanage, withstanding life-threatening physical abuse from her caretakers every day. She found her first job singing and playing guitar at a local bar across the street from her home. This is where she eventually met her husband, River, at the young age of 16. He was so captivated by her raw talent that he made the venture out to see her every single day, giving her the nickname “songbird.” He relentlessly pursued her until she agreed to date him three weeks after meeting. They kept their dating to a minimum because of her living situation until she was 18 and was able to escape the orphanage. The two ended up marrying shortly after her 18th birthday and she did away with her music career. She instead took up a career at a small elementary school teaching music. Upon the birth of Ravyn, Willow passed away at the age of 37. Ravyn’s name was inspired after Willow’s and River’s bird related nicknames.

River Jay Amari (“Crow”): River was a remarkable artist with a mind just as big as his heart. His career began at a surprisingly young age when he created a series of 4 and 5 foot steel sculptures that depicted crows, hence the nickname he was later given by his community. These pieces became a huge attraction due to their incredible detail and features. Soon after this he started selling his sculptures to local businesses and various other residents around town until he acquired enough money to enroll himself into a prestigious university of architecture. There he hit the ground running, quickly being recognized and awarded for his groundbreaking and astonishing gifts. After graduating top of class he was commissioned by several upcoming businesses, launching his very own company almost instantaneously. Although his success and respected fame grew, his finances stayed at a bare minimum, donating most of his earnings to various charities. After meeting his wife and having his first child, River separated himself from his CEO position, downgrading his responsibilities to a smaller branch in his company so he could focus solely on his growing family. This decision minimized his pay drastically, forcing him to pick back up on selling his art on the side. Despite this, he remained fully happy and dedicated to his career and his family until the day he lost his wife. This loss left him heartbroken, never fully being able to recover.

[legend-of-ravynhood]

The Dream Keeper || Ara & Ravyn

The enticing fragrance of parchment bellowed through the opened door followed by a small chime overhead as Ravyn entered the seemingly empty bookstore. The entire place was fitted neatly with dark oak floors splashed with a few vintage bohemian threaded rugs here and there. A small collection of dark suede couches and chairs were gathered in a corner of the main area off-setting the elongated rows of bookshelves that curled their way alongside of the outer walls. Deep blood red drapes with dark embodied fringe parted overtop each window allowing plenty of natural light into the front area.

The redhead gawked at the enchanting space for several moments before slowly making her way to the aisle of books on the back wall, taking in each row methodically before pressing on. In truth, this was probably one of the first times Ravyn ever stepped foot in an actual book store. Growing up she would read anything and everything she could get her hands on but the majority of those convenient novels came from her father’s study or from a second-hand library. Perhaps the very first and only book she had ever owned was one her dad had bought for her as a birthday present when she was 10. It was a fantasy story about a young girl who lived in an enchanted forest. Ravyn recollected the story nearly effortlessly:

                                              “The Dream Keeper”

A tremendous power was once bestowed onto a young being by the name of Eve. She possessed the ability to harvest the dreams of the enchanted forest and every living thing within it; the trees, the water, the creatures, the mountains, and even the fog – for everything was spiritually connected to each other in some underlining way. Then one day a young human boy stumbled across the enchanted forest, meeting the young girl and learning of her unique gift. The boy persuaded her to follow him to his village in hopes of her curing him as well as the other villagers of their incessant torturous dreams. However, the young girl could not rid the humans of their nightmares. Unlike the calm and steady visions of the forest, the humans’ imaginations were far too erratic and instantaneous. They were riddled with burning questions and constant worries that the girl was not at all familiar with. Each passing day left Eve diminished and weak, her body filled with the anguishing dreams of the people. Soon she too grew ill with the same frightful thoughts of the villagers, forcing her to lose her powers altogether and fading away obliviously among the rest.

Thinking back on it now the story seemed pretty morbid for a 10 year old but to Ravyn at the time it was assessed as nothing short of convoluted and entrancing. She was moved by its unorthodox idea of closing a book without a cliché happy ending. And for some reason, Ravyn was dying to find that same book again now and indulge in its pages as she had before. Maybe it was some form of reconnecting with her past self or an impulsive attempt to remember the actual feeling of joy, but whatever it was, the nostalgia was crushing.

Her hand flew up as her eyes ignited at the sight of her prize. “The Dream Keeper” was just as she remembered. It was a royal cover with emerald debossed lettering that encompassed a faint forest landscape in the background.  Her fingers gripped around the spine tightly, her eyes tracing over its every inch. She inhaled triumphantly before fleeting to the register to claim her childhood memory. It was the first bit of money in a while she had scraped up from playing music on the street that she hadn’t already blown on booze. Gingerly Ravyn placed the book on the counter, digging through her pockets for her money while counting out the tax before a young woman with long dark brunette hair made her way across the counter.

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