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^{Hello, Mel- if you don't mind me calling you that. I go by Estelle, and bienvenue to my application for Ryrizn! (Speaking of which, I'm terribly sorry that the roleplay intro took up two messages; the character limit absolutely kills!)

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^{Long ago, when the moon shone bright

And the stars would laugh in the blackest night,

And the castle then shied in a demon's dance

In the fear as thick as blood-

The skies were dark as dark could be,

Morning was as far as you from me,

The young lark singing was the only chance

To lift the sultry gloom.

Then burst a flower, bright as day,

A bloom of desire, of hope, a ray

Of light, bearing the awful weight

To guide the world to dawn.

And here he stands, like me or you,

Mysterious and sad, but true,

A silhouette in this realm of hate,

Alone and silenced, a hero's fate.}

^{Selections from the Journal of Ryrizn Desang

Perhaps it is foolish of me to wish, or hope, or dream. Perhaps it is naught but a silly whim of mine, but when I look out on to the fields, spotted with blood, when I remember Mother's tearful gaze as I bowed my head and left her, when I feel that tiny jolt of horror as my sword cuts through, and my enemy falls, I long for the end of this hideous war, the battle of hate and power. But who am I to wish this? Only a man of the infantry, a pawn in the game of kings.

-Ryrizn Desang

I remembered my mother again last night. I'm not sure why, but I believe it was the nurse treating my cuts who triggered it. She looked, of course, nothing like mother, but the way she fussed over me, warning me that the iodine would sting, looking at me as if I was her own child, struck me. And as she wiped the blood from my cheek, I fell into a reverie. It was mother, tearfully grabbing my paw, bidding me come back to her. And as I walked away, her sweet call- 'Ryri! Ryri! My son!'. When I came to again, the nurse handed me a cloth. To dry my tears.
-Ryrizn Desang

They claim that the Farmland leader has asked for a 'parley' of sorts- he wants, so it would seem, to negotiate with the Lord. I wish him luck. For such a negotiation, he shall need it, for the Lord is not kind or gentle.

No! What am I writing? I shall be tried for heresy if one of the minions finds me guilty of having written such words. And I must remember that not all of the people of the Citadel are cruel, for mother and my dear sisters were only the sweetest of women I can ever hope to meet.
-Ryrizn Desang

I am awake. I have opened my eyes to the world, and I am finally without fear. I almost died last morning- my opponent's scepter found the weak point in my armor, and my heart is of the luckiest flesh that it did not sustain any injury. Even now, with nurses bustling around, their starched white gowns bright against dark fur, I have trouble moving my arm to write. The nurse says I should sleep, but I think her wrong. How can I sleep when all of the sudden, I have realized so much?

-Ryrizn Desang

Introduction

It seems as though it was a very long time ago when the harvest moon still rose over the fields of gently blowing grain; when the wind still whispered its sultry song. It must have been centuries ago, when farmers dreamed with a smile tweaking their mouths, their guns lying unloaded by the doorway. It was such a long time ago- and many have since forgotten the peace in the realm.

Ryrizn's Tale

Once upon a time a little boy was born amongst the dust-bunnies and grime. With his father long dead of a terrible illness at the point of his birth, his mother was alone in the world. Well, not completely alone, for she had three younglings to care for and barely a penny in her pocket. And yet, the sweet young woman with the heart of a saint would go on to raise her children in assumed health. They were children who laughed, who played, who went to school and occasionally listened. Talented children, who painted and sang and practiced on their neighbor's violin. Children who did not deserve their sorry fate.

It had started decades ago, around the time when his mother and father had just met- the boy, a farmer's lad who tilled the land but read by the candle-light at night. The girl was a pampered young thing, innocent and carefree, whose wide eyes set upon the lad as she passed through the open-air market, even as her own mother clutched her to her side, fearful of the farmer's folk. The people of the Citadel and the people of the farmlands had never been the best of friends, even in times of peace. Except, of course, our young lad and lass, for he was handsome and she was beautiful, and in the night they met, and he would read to her by the candle-light as she twirled her hair and listened and watched. When their midnight rendezvous were discovered, though, it seemed like it could not go on. She was threatened with disowning, he was ostracized by his co-workers. And yet, it seems, love will find a way. And so it did.

Poor and unpopular, the couple were nevertheless as happy as ever as they sat side by side, making ridiculous cow-eyes at each other. His own strict policy of peace leaked on to her, and together they spoke of the atrocities of war and shared horror-struck looks as they read descriptions from famous epics. She was kind and loving, he was strong and intelligent, and for a time, they were very happy. It was only later, as they rejoiced over the eventual addition of a child to their household, that disaster struck.

His illness and death hit a good six months before her children were due- and for six months, she worked herself raw, scrubbing floors and fetching ale in a local tavern, just outside the Citadel. And she saved her money, eating well but living poorly, and all for her unborn trio. But there were three, and though she loved each dearly and christened them well, life, from then on, was hard.

When the boy and his sisters were five years old, they started school- the meagre savings their mother had allowed them to do so. That was the year, also, that the old ruler of the Citadel was overthrown by a mysterious and cruel new Lord. And that was the start of the little boy's life fading to the cold darkness it would one day become.

Nobody suspected a thing when fighting was added to the school curriculum- they claimed it was for safety, for self-defense against the horrid farmers. Few argued against this, for the prejudice was still strong, and so, day by day, the children were taught to fight- but one stood out among the rest. One, with his skill with a sword, his eloquent martial technique, had grown to be the star of the class; the envy of the boys and the dreamlike knight of the girls. It wasn't long until the young Ryrizn Desang became known to the war-hungry Lord, and as his fourteenth birthday drew nearer, the letters increased. Letters of promise, of offer. But the widowed Desang looked down upon such letters. She fretted and worried, against the new Lord, but too afraid to speak out, telling only her children of his silenced heresies. And as Ryrizn and his two sisters listened to her hushed voice by the light of a candle, he grew more and more reluctant to join the budding army.

It was in self-punishment that he enlisted, finally broken by the abduction of his sister, and the threat to do the same to the rest. And though he rose fast in the ranks with a quick brain and fast reflex, his mind was always detached. At some times, fearing the worst for his lost sister, blaming himself for her disappearance. At others, at home with Mother and his other sister, hoping they were safe. When his companion, the felid Kraini lost her eye in a battle, he knelt by her side for a week in the dank infirmary, heart heavy with the dark possibility of her death. But within days, months, years, it all ceased to exist and as the war staggered along, Ryrizn Desang, legend among his comrades-in-arms, forgot to care. His mind grew cold, and his eyes narrowed behind the metal screen. He spoke little and slept less, living hour by hour as his hope and fear slowly drained away, hand in hand. Ryrizn Desang was a new man.

In time, the Lord was overthrown, and the war ended. Ryrizn Desang was freed from his slave-like position at the top of the ranks, and, without a war to serve, he slowly found his way home- to comfort, to memories. When he knocked at the door, a woman appeared- a woman he recognized after some thought as his twin sister. She was still the sweet, gentle girl of his memories- engaged to be married and, once she recognized the dull-eyed, detached young man as her very own brother, delighted to see him. But her news was sad. Their mother had passed away in the long winter before his return, his name on her lips, a longing gaze in her eyes. His lost sister had never been found, not even in the dungeons of the castle- and after an extended search, they'd lost hope for her. And though she welcomed him back with open arms, bid him stay his fill, he smiled gently, kissed her cheek and shook his head. This world was no longer for him. And so he walked out her door, leaving her to her husband and the hearth, to the stove top and the old metal pans.

And perhaps, after all he had weathered and all he had seen, perhaps there would be peace. Perhaps there would be happiness. Perhaps there would be a new beginning.

Statistics

Name: Ryrizn Desang

Pronounced: rye-risen duh-sahn

Goes by: Ry; Ryrizn; Ryri

Gender: Male

Blood type: AB negative

Diet: Vegetarian

Nationality: Darigan

Birthday: August 13

Age: Nineteen

Species: Cybunny

Brush: Darigan

Height: 6"1

Hair: Black

Length and Type: Short, straight and messy.

Eyes: Deep red

Fur: Gray-violet and off-black

Markings: Ear tipped off-black, scar beneath his eye.

Personality traits: Calm, wistful, quiet.

Skilled at: Combat; prose.

Terrible at: Social situations.

^{Forests

Violin music

Blackberries

His sword

Sunflowers

Poetry

Kraini}
^{War and pain

Vulgarity in speech

Eating meat

Social gatherings

Chainmail in the summer

Cleaning

Corn syrup}

Mine Noble Companion
aaaaaaaaaaaa as told by Ryrizn

Kraini. My dear companion, nearly my second half- whatever could I have done without you? We protect each other, keep each other company, and though following me the first time blinded her, she follows me yet. I have known none more faithful, more deserving than she.

Name: Kraini

Petpet Species: Kimbi

Color: Darigan

Diet: Carnivorous/insectivorous

Type: Dragonic feline

Height: 2.5 feet at the shoulder

Fur color: Deep violet

Belly scales: Off-white and black

Acquaintences
aaaaaaaaaaaa as told by Ryrizn

None yet. =( Neomail Estelle to roleplay!

Love
aaaaaaaaaaaa as told by Ryrizn

Well... er... You see, the thing is... uh...

The Sketchbook

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The Splitting Image

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Many thanks, luvins106!

Thanks, secrets101.

Custom adoptable from glu_glu_emu. Merci!

Merciiiii, iceangel181092!

Many thanks, Spiffilicious. ^^

Thank you so much, ladpride!

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About Estelle

My real name being dull and boring, I go by my pen-name Estelle. The origin of said pen-name is basically the francofied version of my middle name; hence, 'star'. But, as I see you're into francais, I suppose you already know that.

Off Neopets

My interests are pretty vast, although I dabble a bit in the art categories- drawing, music (I play the euphonium, trombone, and sing), a little drama, some writing and roleplaying. I've loved books and academics jointly from a pretty young age, and hope to one day go into zoology as a field- although I find that most efforts in that area are directed towards cells. ...Oh well.

If I have one true, real, horrible nemesis, you may be surprised as to what is is. Not a person, not an animal. It's not even a vegetable, although many would categorize it as one. Meet the eggplant- adorable and cute when you see it in the grocery store, but dare you take it home, you'll have a dangerous problem on your hands. Eggplants strategically kill off your tastebuds, one by one, until you have none left. ...Be warned.

On Neopets

Long, long ago, when I was a little girl of five, six or seven, I had an account on Neopets. I do not, unfortunately, remember the username of said account (something about 'wawa', though...), and if I did, I wouldn't remember the codeword required to access it. I do remember, though, the day that I decided I was too old for Neopets. The day I slid down from the too-tall chair and stomped away from the computer, leaving my Korbat and his Sludgy behind, I thought I would never return. I was wrong. This summer, Neopets indeed crossed my mind again, and, returning to the website, I've re-hooked myself.

Finding me on the neoBoards isn't too hard if you know where to look. Normally I hang around the BC and Roleplay boards, and occasionally I'll have a post or two in the Avatar board. I don't often go out of my way to visit the other boards, though, so that's where I hang out.

I have four accounts on Neopets at this current time, all linked to in the navigation bar, excluding the ancient one that I haven't seen likeness of for years. My main account is estivation- I spend most of my time on that account, although I visit each of the others daily to care for pets and answer the occasional neoMail. My main side account is cavaillon- named for a French town. My most prominent roleplay pets are located on either of these two accounts. Ceraunograph is my third account, discifloral is my fourth and zaumbe... Well, I'm not sure why I chose that name for my fifth, but isn't it absolutely bonzer? I use these three for pet storage, although once I buy the lab map, ceraunograph will get magically more active. I am indeed working on userlookups- but not only do these come after pet lookups, but it's... painful to code.

When I was younger, I was unable to appreciate the community of artists and roleplayers I've somewhat integrated myself into- but now, I've made a few friends, shared art and writing, enjoyed myself day in and day out. And with my return, my pets have been developing real personalities, characters that I love and adore, pamper and punish- but only when they misbehave. And now I think I'm here to stay for a very long time.

My Current Pets

^{Serafielle Faletta diNeve has a sad story to tell. Although she was never formally abandoned, and with her familiar, Valentine, always at her side, she was never truly alone, it hurts to not be wanted. Made fun of for her lack of wings, told that she wasn't 'good enough' for her parents... And yet, she vowed that one day, she would become someone. Someone who did good for the world that had thrown her away. One day, she would be accepted.}

^{Princess Cayinna Delanuit was always a marvel. The amount of sheer vanity that has been stuffed into such a petite form is no doubt against the laws of physics, and when regality comes to ring, she can dance with the best of them. Even now, with her throne taken from her and her pride so damaged, she can hold her own gaze in the mirror, flip her mane and lift her chin- always a princess at heart.}

^{Kemspeckle Munchmeyer is, no doubt, a comical character. With a strict ban on chocolate, for she fears that the liquor will cause her to shrivel up and die, she trips over small pebbles and heat vents, and doesn't really have much of a life story to tell. She considers herself wholly unremarkable. Perhaps she is.}

^{Qansia Rose was young when her mother died, leaving her only with the name of a faery that would help her. And though she now lives far from her snowy home in the mountains, she awaits each year for the snowfall to come, so once again, she can dance to the wind's chilly waltz.}

^{Kirufit Delaney is more than a painter. He's an artist, with a true talent and eye for beauty. It's just the rest of the world that doesn't realize this- hence his little... poverty problem. But, true to his art, he remains unyielding. One day, the world will accept his skill.}

^{The Lady Ilizabel Arwrey the fair was never really a lady. Although her hair is as golden as sunlight and she's well renowned for her beautiful voice, she's wild and restless, a girl who rides with the hounds instead of sitting at home, who muddies her best gowns and doesn't know which fork to use for salad.}

^{Arecely Alleen has known little but hardship in her lifetime. Her early childhood was happy and bright, with many brothers and sisters and a loving, gentle-pawed mother. It ended with a bullet lodged in her mother's frail heart and the subsequent capturing of she and her siblings for slaves. She would never see them again.}

***Note from Estelle: The pets not listed do not have fully developed personalities yet. This will come.

Plans for Ryrizn

Given the chance to adopt Ry for my very own, my plans would include the following:

I do feel that Kraini the Kimbi really is the right petpet for Ry- and should you wish to detach and keep her, my current Royal Paintbrush fund for Ecrus will go, momentarily, to snagging a second Kimbi and a Darigan Petpet Paintbrush. I have even fallen in love with the name- the perfect combination of mystical and cute that Ryrizn's petpet should have.

Besides my hopes for Kraini, though, I have also taken the liberty of purchasing a petpetpet for her. ^^ It is a little Wormoeba, and it can be viewed in my Gallery, here. Yee!

Ryrizn will probably not be a battle pet, despite his personality being perfectly suited for the job. I am not positive on how you feel about this particular aspect of Neopet life, but I'm not, so to speak, much of a battledomer, tending instead towards the character aspect of each of my Neopets. I am aware that his statistics imply that he's extremely well-trained (I mean, seriously; level 48?!), but... I don't know. I'm kind of a pacifist, even against virtual evil-doers. xD

I will take the time now to assure you that Ryrizn, if he does become one of my own family, will be very dear to me. He will never be converted, and will never be abandoned or traded. Especially not traded. If, at any time, I find I must leave Neopets for good, I shall either return him to you, or take the time to find him a perfect owner in the same way you are. After all, Ryrizn deserves the best- not just to rot away on an inactive account, or to be seen as nothing more than a trophy.

I adore roleplaying. I really do, and by no means would Ryrizn ever be an exception to that rule. If I were not taken with his character, after all, it is unlikely I would have applied in the first place. I will travel to the ends of Neopia to find the few people who still do Neopet roleplays. If you would like to roleplay with me and if you think it would help to prove I'd be a good owner for Ryrizn, by all means, contact me. ^^

I'll admit to not particularly enjoying the advertising aspect of the Beauty Contest, although the drawing and community parts are absolutely my cup of chamomile tea. If you direct yourself momentarily towards Sera's pet lookup, you will see the result of our hard work, pestering and adverspamming. Goldbanned in my first contest, and bleeding proud of it! Also, on her petpage is our entry, if you'd like another example of my art besides what's on this page. ^^ (I go by 'estivation' on DA as well, although most of my work there is photography, and you'd have to search through my scraps folder for sketches and whatnot). Any way, Ry would be entered into the BC as soon as I have time for advertising- I've grown to love drawing him, and though I don't enter every week, a bit of BC now and then is quite fun.

Ryrizn would not, of course, be deprived of his own personalized petpage and lookup. My current permanents have not, as you can probably see, been finished yet, but I have indeed been working on it. This application would be something of a draft of Ryrizn's petpage; I may or may not change the layout, but it would include much of the material on here. His lookup can be viewed here, where my darling Cayinna has, in a shifty show of generosity, donated her lookup for his use. Look, even the most self-centered of my pets is eager for him to come home with us. =D

In Which Estelle Continues her Rambling.

Would I be a good owner? I'll admit to being far from perfect- hence perhaps, not ideal. I don't always have time for Neopets daily, especially during the school year, and when I do, I don't have time to consistently pamper my pets. On my side accounts, all of my pets eat from the soup kitchens, and on my main, I just stuff them into the Neolodge. No, I'm far from an ideal owner for Ryrizn- but there are things that I have, can and most definitely would do for him that, perhaps, some others would not.

I do not want Ry because he's a Cybunny, nor do I want him for his expensive, unconverted color. Even his beautiful name means less to me alone. Really, it's the combination of all those within one pet that really made my jaw drop. And even more than that, I want him so that I can make someone out of him. A character, with a personality and history, friends and fanart. I've been drawing him a little bit lately, and I've become very attached to his look and his personality- which I feel can only really be expressed in him. Any other Darigan Cybunny? ...No.

I am not a huge fan of the phrase 'dream pet'- because although I adore UC Faerie Draiks, although Faerie Lennies and UC Royalgirl Lupes are some of the most beautiful pets, I think, on Neopets, I don't really care to try applying for them. To me, the character I've built up around Ryrizn is far more valuable than any random Krawk you see lying about on the Pound boards. So no, Ryrizn is not a 'dream pet', and I'll not pretend he is. What he is is a pet with potential, solid and real, in a way that no dream can be. This is why I want him so much.

I do not know how sure you are, at this point, of my devotion to your Ryrizn. Even I can't exactly measure it, and I'm sure that if he were, say, up for trade instead of up for adoption, I wouldn't be the one shouting, 'Have my Shadow Uni!' or anything like that. Cayinna is important to me, and I wouldn't trade her for all the UC Darigans on Neopets- but I hope you'll realize that it's not only Cayinna. It's Serafielle, Kemspeckle, Qansia... so on. And I hope you know that this doesn't mean I care for him less. It only means that, if I were the lucky user chosen to be his new owner, I would always and unconditionally extend the same sentiments towards him. And it's not only that. I'm not a rich Neopian by any shot- I set a goal, I save, and I buy, and then I wait for a new goal. The Wormoeba I bought, hopefully for Ryrizn's use, was embarrassingly expensive for me, and even more dear was the time I spent on this application. I am sadly aware that my HTML is not exactly the best on the planet, and I'm no Michelangelo or Robert Frost, but for three days, I coded, drew and wrote, not reusing any old layouts or design templates, coming up with a completely new storyline for him. Know that I didn't put that effort into this application to trade him away or leave him to rot.

I am too young to adopt him at this moment, so if I were chosen, it'd be a long three-months for us to wait. Ryrizn would be adopted on my main account, estivation, and I've never gotten iced or warned for anything more than occasionally slipping up around the language filter. I intend to keep it that way. I've never lost a pet in transfer- although the reason for this is actually because I've never received through the pound. Naturally, I'd prefer safe transfer, as my browser speed isn't consistently reliable, but if need be, I can try to do pound transfer. I can download anny IM you prefer to use, except for strictly Microsoft based ones (as I have a Mac and a Linux machine, but no Windows). And with roleplaying, design and drawing, I think that I could be, if not perfect, a good owner for Ryrizn. On my account, he'd never just sit and rot.

Fun fact: That was officially the third time I've used the word rot in this application. It's also the second time I've used it to end a paragraph, and the third time in this section that it has rhymed with the ending of another paragraph! Yay! ^^

Recommendations
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from one of my best real life friends, Kee.

from roamingwild, a great friend and fellow BCer.

from Isobel, a new friend and roleplay partner.

actually, I beg to differ. Ry is worth every word, and more. ^^

thank you very much, shokimi!

merci. Merci beaucoup. ;x

It's the End!

It's been a while, hasn't it? xD I hope that you weren't bored to death on the journey, and that my material was original enough to hold your interest. I also hope that a large sack of money will randomly fall out of the ceiling into my lap. Furthermore, this sack of money would be totally legal and legitimate (as is often the problem with large sacks of money), and the bag will contain enough to buy a new tablet- preferably one of the ones where you actually write on the screen, because I've been eying those things since I was like... born.

Well, some things will never happen. But other things just might- and maybe, hopefully for me, in a few month's time, Ryrizn can be sipping tea with Sera and engaging in a snowball fight with Qansia. He can be prepping for his first beauty contest with me. He can be gripping his forehead in pain from all the roleplaying I make him do. And it all comes down to you.

No pressure. xD

So thank you, and whomever you choose, I do hope you enjoyed choosing them. ...But mostly I just hope you pick me.

Love, Estelle.}