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Recent page updates include:
  • 06/30/2013 - Adoptables!
  • 06/29/2013 - Petpet blurb, bio thingy
  • 06/28/2013 - Started Chapter 2. Also had more coding issues that are now fixed.
  • 06/26/2013 - Finished Chapter 1
  • 06/23/2013 - Added interlude + chapter beginning to story
  • 06/22/2013 - Started on story, yay! Made a prologue.
  • 06/20/2013 - Neo was deleting some code, resulting in a super messed up layout. Fixed this after about an hour of frustration.
  • 06/17/2013 - Moved 'return' div so it wasn't overlapping with text box on smaller resolutions
  • 06/16/2013 - Fixed some issues with div boxes. Changed cursor to a crosshair when hovering over links.
  • 06/12/2013 - Finished streamlining layout. Added creAtion section back in, made sure image links worked, etc.
  • 06/11/2013 - Made main images, image links, etc, began bare-bones coding
  • 06/09/2013 - Brainstomed layout, where sections would go, etc.

Introduction

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The cacophony of notes and sounds has driven the Fiddler to insanity. He steals music away and puts it in a box, never to be heard again.

Design


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Name: the Fidder; formerly Sao'viblec
Pronunciation: SOHW'vibb-LEK
Species: Dragon
Age: ~500 million Earth years
Appearance: The Fiddler rarely reveals himself to humans, but rumor has it that he has a purple, wispy body that looks more like mist than solid matter. His form is somewhat reminiscent of that of a crocodile with slightly longer arms and legs than is considered normal. His eyes grow a bright violet underneath blood red horns. He sometimes bears an eerie grin that shines brightly against the darkness of his body. Likes?
Silence, peace, small animals, rain, darkness.

Dislikes
Music, humans, bright light, loud sounds.

Powers
The Fiddler is able to teleport from one shadow to any other shadow. He's also able to seize sounds out of thin air and grasp onto them. He has some minor spell-abilities, including producing ghost sounds, ghost lights, and conjuring magical darkness.

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Credit

All coding and images on this page were created by Cady.




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Customizations

Companion


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Name: Berlioz
Appearance: Berlioz looks like a strange cross of housecat and miniature deer. He is dark purple with black tiger-like stripes and his red horns match his master's. He also proudly bears a set of bright red wings, although he rarely uses them.
Personality: Berlioz likes to play brave, but in truth is easily frightened. He will often curl around the Fiddler's neck when scared and enjoys the company of the shadows in which he moves. He rarely leaves the grove that he and the Fiddler call home, but when he does it is for very important reasons.

Tales

Prologue

in the beginning

The blue dragon arched his long, slender neck as he propelled himself through the nebula. His whiskers twitched impatiently. He had been scouring this part of the nebula for far too long; he had seen no less than four new stars form during his search, and he was still no closer to finding his prize.

He snapped idly at a few wisps of stellar matter as he flew through the dust cloud. It swirled around him, and he danced in the smoke of the stars. It was then he saw it -- a sparkle, too small to be the light of a new star. Abandoning the stardust, he darted towards the place he had seen the flash of light. It sparkled again, and he knew he was heading to the right pace.

As he drew nearer, the nebula grew more dense; the blue dragon had to slither through it rather than glide. It tickled his scales -- a sensation he despised, but he would push through it if it meant...

Suddenly he broke through the last bit of the dense cloud. In front of him, a dragonling, freshly formed from the cosmic dust around him, looked at him curiously. It was darker than most dragons; a deep purple with its barely protruding horns a dark red. Its teeth were long and sharp, unusual for a newborn. It gazed at the blue dragon with bright amethyst eyes, its head cocked to one side, demanding its unasked question to be answered.

The blue dragon touched the youngling's mind. I am Yizak'norfes, he tought. And I have come to take you home.

Yizak'norfes scooped up the baby dragon in his tail and launched himself out of the nebula and into the stars.

Interlude

His face still haunts me, torments me in my sleep. I'll never know why he did it, his experiments, to me and my fellows. Him glowering at me over a clipboard, assessing every strength, every weakness, every fear that he had instilled in me, analyzing me down to my last scale.

He stole our wings so we were unable to fly away from the wretched place and seek our fortune in the stars. He was determined to keep his specimens. We've all tried to escape at one time or another, but we never get farther than the outside fence. Even Yizak'norfes had tried, but even he couldn't take to the skies.

I feel sorry for Yizak'norfes and the way he was forced to served our terrible master, but that doesn't mean I'll ever forgive him for what he did to myself and my fellows. He was our guard, our caretaker, handing out harsh punishments to ensure our obedience at the slightest provocation. Too often I found myself suspended upside-down for misplacing a word; for raising my eyes too high; for talking back to our master or Yizak'norfes himself.

I began to find solace in the shadows, clinging to them until I was commanded to step out. They reminded me of what I believed was my only true home: my nursery among the stars, floating innocently in dust and watching the universe unfold. But without my wings, I will never be able to return.

Chapter 1

The young subject

Sao'viblec glared at the dusty flagstones of his room. The Doctor would surely be coming soon; he kept a rigid schedule and it had been precisely nine and three-quarters of this world's days since the last visitation. Only a quarter of a day left to dread his arrival and hope his mood was amicable.

The young dragon curled himself into a ball, tucking his snout under his red-tipped tail in a futile attempt to nap, to leave the world behind if only for a few hours. But in midmorning, this world's star was shining brightly into the room.

Sao'viblec's room was simplistic; simple, dark grey stone made up the ceiling, walls, and floor. A few scraps of cloth and padding had been provided for a sleeping place only slightly more comfortable than the stone it laid on. A wide gap in the wall served as a -blocked- It was covered by a mesh grating strong enough to keep him from escaping, but sparse enough to let the full light of the star in to shine directly in Sao'viblec's eyes. He sighed and uncurled momentarily to relocate himself to the shadowy corner. In the small bit of shadow, he was able to find some rest.

Sao'viblec woke with a start when he heard the brisk footsteps approaching his room. He jumped to his feet, his claws digging into the stone floor as best they could. He stepped from the shadow, begrudgingly standing directly in front of the door. The Doctor would want him at attention, and Yizak'norfes would no doubt invent some terrible punishment if Sao'viblec was not in his place.

His cell door swung open, revealing the now-familiar Doctor. Sao'viblec would not chance looking at his eyes, a mistake he had made more than enough to know that the act was strictly forbidden. Instead he stared at the two-legged's feet, which were covered unnaturally in cloth to hide his mottled blue skin from sight. Looking up, Sao'viblec knew, would only reveal long, gangly arms and dark, eerie purple eyes set deep in a fishlike, hairless head. In his webbed fingers he held, as always, his clipboard.

The Doctor regarded Sao'viblec silently for a moment before turning sharply on his heel. "Come," he commanded the young dragon. Sao'viblec did as he was told.

He walked behind the Doctor, as he had hundreds of times, putting one foot in front of the other, wishing for a swift session. They traced the familiar path from his room to the Doctor's office in silence; Sao'viblec's eyes were glued to the floor the entire length of the cooridor.

They arrived at a door made of a rich, dark wood with a crystalline handle. The Doctor took out his key and unlocked it, the tumblers clicking quietly as they fell into place. He opened the door wide for Sao'viblec. "If you please," he said, waving the dragon into the room.

Sao'viblec stepped from the rough hewn stone floor of the cooridor onto a lush, comfortable red carpet. The room was sparsely furnished, but what it lacked in quantity it made up for in quality. The couch was gilded and voluminous, and the Doctor's velvet chair looked as soft as ever behind the grand desk, which was made from the same wood as the door and polished until it shone. Sao'viblec dutifully made his way to the couch.

The Doctor sat in his chair and pressed his webbed fingers together, glaring over them. "Well then," he said in almost a bored tone. "Let's begin." Sao'viblec steeled himself as the Doctor reached for the device.

The Doctor turned on the awful device with a flick of his wrist. The disc began spinning, and Sao'viblec was overridden with the sounds. The terrible sounds. A million different sounds, fighting for dominance over the others. Clashing, screaming, high pitched, low pitched, screeching, soft, harsh, they all clamored for attention in a cacophony of pain. Sao'viblec brought his paws to his ears, yearning for the peace and quiet of his cell, away from the hideous noise.

As quickly as it had begun, the sounds stopped. The Doctor scribbled away on his notepad, allowing the young dragon a few seconds of rest. Then he turned it on again. And again. And again. Each time, it was worse. By the fifth repetition, Sao'viblec was curled on the floor, his paws over his ears and his mouth in a silent howl.

The Doctor finally put the device away. "That's enough for today, Twelve," he said. Sao'viblec whimpered noiselessly as he got on all fours, glaring at the soft carpet, wishing for nothing more at that moment than the demise of the Doctor. "I trust you can find your way back to your own room." Sao'viblec nodded.

He dragged his feet against the stones, each step an enormous effort. When he finally arrived back at his cell, he noted with relief that the day was nearly over, the grating on the window letting through only a sliver of light. He was done for this cycle. He would not be called upon again for a glorious ten days where he could rest and try to forget.

Chapter Two

Exploring the Shadows

The night stretched on and on, a comfort to the dragonling. He had been resting with his paws on the sill of his barred window, gazing at the stars. Gazing at his home. If he squinted, his sharp eyes could even pick out his home nebula, his nursery among the young stars. The night sky soothed his mind, like cool water on a burn, reminding him that there was, somehow, an escape from all this, an escape back home.

Sao'viblec closed his eyes, wishing more than anything he could breathe fire and melted the bars and take off into the night. But the Doctor had stolen both his wings and his breath; no matter how he huffed and puffed, he was only able to produce a small cloud of iridescent purple smoke. He had to discover a way. He would will it to happen.

He opened his eyes and started. He was no longer at the window, but on the scraps of fabric that passed for his bed. How... what? he thought, confused. Maybe if... He closed his eyes again, then opened them, wondering if he would find himself returned to the -blocked- He did not. What had he done? He had just been thinking about how he wanted to escape, how he might be able to.

This time he pictured himself outside of his cell, on the other side of the -blocked- One more time, he closed his eyes... and opened them to find himself under a tree. He looked around and saw the window of his room, now seemingly so far away. I--I did it! he thought excitedly. For the first time since the blue dragon had stolen him from his nursery, he was beyond the reach of the Doctor, of Yizak'norfes, of the terrible clashing sounds in the fancy office.

Sao'viblec's giddiness quickly faded, however. He couldn't leave. Even if he did turn tail and run now, he could not fly. He could not find his way in the vastness of space. Not to mention that he would be leaving the Doctor's other prisoners behind. No. He had to wait.

In time, Sao'viblec thought, I will have my freedom, and my revenge.

Adoptables

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Green
Red
Yellow

Artwork

Fan Art

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Day 1-2: Who is the Fiddler?

What is his name? Where did he come from?
His name has long been lost to history, even the Fiddler himself has forgotten it. There are those that argue that he has been around since the beginning of creation, a natural antithesis to music and song.

Where does he live?
The Fiddler resides in a house made of gnarled branches in an ancient forest. It is hidden by ancient magics and shrouded in silence. He never has any visitors, nor does he want any. The only time he ventures near humans is to steal away the cacophony of their sounds.

He finds music and takes it from the air itself, stuffing it into a small belt pouch until he returns home, where there is a box containing a vast collection of musical sounds, from Beethoven to Gershwin, from the Beatles to Mozart.

Likes?
Silence, peace, small animals, rain, darkness.

Dislikes
Music, humans, bright light, loud sounds.

Powers
The Fiddler is able to teleport from one shadow to any other shadow. He's also able to seize sounds out of thin air and grasp onto them. He has some minor spell-abilities, including producing ghost sounds, ghost lights, and conjuring magical darkness.

Friend
The Fiddler only has one creature that he even remotely cares for: his companion, a small creature that has a tendency to curl around his neck when frightened, such as when Night on Bald Mountain went into the box.

Day 3: Thirty Words

The cacophony of notes and sounds has driven the Fiddler to insanity. He steals music away and puts it in a box, never to be heard again.

Day 4: Appearance Brainstorm

The Fiddler rarely reveals himself to humans, but rumor has it that he has a purple, wispy body that looks more like mist than solid matter. His form is somewhat reminiscent of that of a crocodile with slightly longer arms and legs than is considered normal. His eyes grow a bright violet underneath blood red horns. He sometimes bears an eerie grin that shines brightly against the darkness of his body.

Days 5-7: Reference Sheet


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Day 8: Content

Fiddler's petpage will include:
  • Updates page
  • Introduction blurb
  • Character Reference
  • Artwork page
  • Adoptables
  • Short stories about stealing different kinds of music
  • Petpet section
  • Customization(s)
  • Good-bye page
  • Awards page (BC trophies, NN, etc).

Layout:
Similar to Shamed's petpage, but instead of an image map of a room, an image map of notes coming out of a box with some of the notes as links to the different sections




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