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there are days when i come up here to hear myself thinkKneeling here, on this cliff, I feel as if I am staring off of the edge of the world. It's inspiring, really - just sitting here and feeling it all. It gives one much to think about.
I cannot even begin to fathom the size of the universe. Our reality is merely perception - what seems gigantic to a petpetpet can be small for one of us, and something large in our eyes is actually minuscule in the grand scheme of things.
After all, what is Reality except for Perception? How do we know that we really exist, and are not the figments of somebody's elaborate imagination? Do you ever feel as if something else is influencing the world around you - perhaps some unseen force, one capable of determining both luck and miracles? How do you know that you are not being controlled by some greater power?
Is it really Free Will if we are not free? After all, we must take many things into consideration before making a choice. We have to worry about the reactions of others, meanwhile wondering what the overall outcome may be.
I made a bad decision, once upon a time.
I thought that I mattered more than I did. I thought that I would be able to fix things. I thought that I could make Society be a kind place again. I thought that I could make everything better. I thought that my legacy could outlive me.
I was wrong.
I was a fool to think that I mattered. After all, what is one person in this world? Simply a tiny speck. How much can they actually accomplish? Very little.
I confess, I do not see much hope in the world anymore. I no longer believe in miracles. There is no Fate and no Destiny - we merely exist. Even if there is something more, some magical force which controls us, it is pointless to ponder over its purpose. We cannot change it, just like we cannot change ourselves.
One person is meaningless, yes, but ideas still have power. It is not the lack of my presence which forced my old society to crumble, but the knowledge that I am no longer there. They could have survived without me - it's not like I fulfilled any of their basic needs; instead, they felt lost.
I made this mess. I became the glue that held them together. I was their savior, in a sense. They looked up to me. I was their everything. But then I left.
And now? I am a cripple. I sit here, on this cliff, and wonder what I can do.
I am but a tiny speck in the middle of everything, staring into this deep nothingness. It makes me wonder...
The Fall left me unrecognizable. Whatever force it was which kept me alive changed me beyond all reason. They would not know it to be me if I returned...
Can I fix things?
I am but a mere particle in this universe of nothing, but looking over the edge of this godforsaken cliff, I feel the odd tingling of power.
One person might not matter, but I am not a person.
I am Ziqil.
I am no longer my mortal self.
I can fix this.
I must fix this. After all, whose responsibility is this situation but my own? Now I see why the Creator lurks beyond our reach, for I too am a creator and understand the responsibility this task entails. I was given a second chance - one not given to most - and I must use it.
Rising briskly, I flick my tail toward the setting sun. Kip, on my shoulder, chirps a phrase or two into my ear. Though I do not understand her speech, I know she is promising that all will be well. Afterall, it cannot be the end - not now - not when the world is in the state in which it currently is.
I smile, and then, like a phoenix, from my ashes I arise.
I am not a prophet, but sometimes, I feel like one.
to know one's enemy is to be victoriousName Ziqil
Alias Quil, Quilver
Birthday 2nd day of the Month of Collecting
Mental Status Remarkably sane considering my heightened intelligence and past trauma. They say I show some signs of grandiose thinking and delusion, but nothing pathological.
Backtory My name was once Lanzer, and I had everything. Alas, this was not meant to be. A hideous beast brought me to my grave, only to be resurrected by an insane mystic through the spells anancient shaman once laid. I decided to fix my world to make it less dependant on me, with only the help of my petpet, petpetpet, and a rather strange Quiggle.
Krawkoids are roughly the size of human men, averaging at just under six feet tall. We are, in the Neoollyan Kingdom, one of the most comparable species to your modern-day man both in our physiques and demeanors. Once a very prominent race, we reptillians were driven from our homelands several centuries ago to more ancestral places where humans find it difficult to survive. We now live in hiding.
My species stands and walks straight on our hind legs, not needing our upper limbs for simple movement (though we do enjoy climbing). This action allows us to use less energy when moving about, which led us to evolve quicker than other reptillian races. Curiously, we also developed opposable thumbs, which lead to the natural usage of tools. Our Y-shaped feet allow just the right imbalance for us to be able to sprint very quickly, while our large tails give us balance when we choose to walk slowly.
The head of every Krawkoid is rather large in comparison to our bodies. Our brains have highly developed prefrontal cortexes, which in turn allow for the intelligence necessary for speech, society, and other complex tasks. We preceeded humans in the discovery of metals by almost a thousand years and fire by several evolutionary stages. However, instead of entirely dominanting our environments, Krawkoids choose to live in symbiotic relationships with them, learning to live on what the land provides; because of this, it is rare for a Krawkoid to stray far from his or her homeland without significant distress. We are also highly spiritual beings, believing in a natural entity called the Flow, which keeps all well.
Many would probably consider me nostalgic or resentful, but this is not so. I have long ago forgiven the Lady for leaving me and Reptrion for tricking me into an early grave. I simply wish for the society I had built to remain rather than crumble at my absence. Granted, this makes me quite a bit idealistic, but I see nothing wrong with holding others to the standards they set for their own ideals. After all, if we all lived in our own perfect worlds, would our world not become perfect by definition?
I do not have a temper, but do get annoyed easily at incompetence, bureaucracy, and laziness. Alas, I often leave these feelings to myself, which leads to others believing that little bothers me. I prefer it this way, as my mind is my sole refuge in this world.
I am too empathetic for my own health; when resurrected, I could have left and made a life for myself elsewhere, but instead I chose to return to my suffering people. My stubbornness forbids me from changing my mind and keeps me set on any task I choose to begin. I sincerely do want for all in the world to be well and feel that even those with wicked minds can be saved, if one tries hard enough.
Alas, my sole flaw is my vanity. I feel no shame in my superiority, but nor do I hold the inferiority of others against them. Not everyone can be of a bloodline or class as high as mine. Especially in this new, superior form, with glossy scales that have not yet felt the tire of years and shine so brightly, I cannot help but feel proud.
I tend to be long-winded in my thoughts. Some consider this a bad trait, but I believe it simply makes me wiser. When I muse, I discover things others have left unnoticed. After all, what intelligence can be achieved without using one's mind for at least some time?
Hovering over the individual traits above will give you more information about them.
If asked, anybody that knows me even relatively well would comment that I am a natural leader and never dirty. They would, however, also say that I could probably use a luxurious and relaxing vacation or at least a back massage. I feel that no leader can be serene while their people are in danger and that it is my responsibility to fix the mistakes I have made, but I have no regrets.
I am an idealist at heart, so my adorations are reserved for items of perfection. For me, a perfect society would be a peaceful and friendly one; as cliche as it may sound, I do believe that there is something good in each of us that is waiting to be found. I enjoy being in nature, as I feel that wild ecosystems are well balanced by the Flow and thus should be examined by intelligent races to learn their ways. We must all work together for the benefit of society; if everybody sits and waits for somebody else to accomplish a task, nobody will benefit and everybody will suffer. Because of this, I like people that work hard for their goals and objects that help such tasks earn my adoration. Oddly enough, I have also developed a liking of fire, despite the burns and hardships it has caused me.
I make it a point to try to find at least one good thing in every situation, and so far this has led me well. However, there is a specific object that I simply cannot stand; luckily, my interactions with it are typically few and far between and only exist in the realm where Olly the Merciless owns me. There is a certain item, a flower suit (MME8-S5: Flower Bodysuit), which is the bane of my existance. May I never see it again. However, I am often irked by incompetence, hypocrisy, laziness, and other traits that lead to the stagnation of society. These are not Krawkoid in origin; they came to us after interactions with humanity. Regardless, we have felt their negative impact in our society.
we must be true to ourselves before we can be true to othersSome of Ziqil's core beliefs and teachings will later go here. These include things like his feeling that there is good in each of us and a summary of the concept of the Flow.
true friends never dieInformation about French (my petpet) and Kip (my petpetpet) will go here. They were born of the same fire that devoured me; sometimes I feel that parts of my old self are in them.
every tale has it's beginning, and a moment that defines itThis section will include a brief summary of how I came to be Ziqil, beginning with a brief description of myself as Lanzer, the village I am from, and the Lady that I wanted to have as my wife. It will then continue by showing the dark demon that came to the village and took my Lady from me and my chasing after her, ending with Reptrion tricking me to running off of the a cliff and into a raging forest fire.
wake up to find yourself extinctThis section will tell the story of my awakening. It will begin with a dream I had, in Death, where I spoke to the ancient shaman Krawkzei, followed by my interaction with the mystic that awakened me. I meet French and Kip, but know that I am still alone and cannot accomplish my task. At the end of this section, I meet Sannith the Lonely Quiggle, who changes everything by reusing to stop following me around.
we all wear the chains we forged in life until we work them offI return to my village under my new identity. Things are going well at first, but then wickedness returns...
olly will think up of a good header for this evetuallyHere I will write brief descriptions (in my opinion, of course) of the other pets I have interacted with during my story. They include the following: Sannith, Gasha, Krawkzei, Reptrion, _Abominatior_, and several others.
a hero is worth a thousand pictures
olly will also make a nice header to go hereOne day, Olly will make adoptables of me for you to take with you on your journey. Shall we wait patiently together?
to call a krawk by any other name...
Birthday 9PM, Oct 2, '09
Crosspaint Royal Boy, Halloween
Origin Gift while Olly was saving for a Krawk.
Petpet French the Fire Hydruplit
Petpetpet Kip the Scoach
herder. she means header. i really need to get control of theseAn outro will later go here. For now, enjoy the credits.
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