Ceiveth
The one who arrives with colours within the shadows
Name origin; The name is simply a game with letters, which is how names usually are born. It carries no specific meaning and was originally meant for a dragon on DC. But as it felt suitable for this Little Gip, it was decided that he should be given the name.
Gender; Male ♂ Species; Dasani Gip Birthday; February 27 Age; 19 years old Zodiac sign; The Pisces Mate / Relationship; None, single. Any takers? He's heterosexal Siblings; N/A Parents; N/A |
Created; April 7, 2013 | Species belongs to and is designed by; Stubborn&Pro / Sucio
"As you create something you wish to have in the colour I hold dear, I shall see to it that it receives the right shades."
Biography
In this blackness I cannot breathe.
I grasp around, seeking something other than black. Feeling as if I am blind. Yet at the same time I can see myself, I can hear voices echoing through dimensions. Calling out to me subconsciously. The calling draws me closer and I follow it slowly, threading down a path a I have not yet travelled. Heart beats loud as a vortex appears before me and through it I can see the light of another realm. It embraces me gently and I take a leap into the unknown. A sparkling sensation, flashes of light and voices echoing distantly around me ... And then ... The brightness of a world I have never seen before unfolds itself as.
As my curiosity of the place I have never seen before leads me to slowly turn about, I see some similar to me here and there. Touching objects and the colour of their orbs that is floating in the air around them, slowly but steadly, turns this unknown place into colours of all kinds. My gaze lands on my own orb that followed me through the vortex, the magenta almost smiles at me. Uneasy I look at the world again. The voices echoes still and they seem to be urging me to touch the world the way the others do.
Can I colour it too - just like they do?
I grip hold of a branch of a large object covered in a brown, hard yet at the same time soft surface, with my tail. It feels like the great being breathes beside me. Placing the paw on the small objects draped in gray that seems to be attached to the outer parts of it. The magenta from my orb slowly appears; but as soon as I let go the beautiful colour I call my own disappears. Puzzled I look around, everyone else seems to get their colours to stay put ... So why ...?
Changing place, jumping off to something hard in the middle of a fluid liquid; trying again. My magenta spread and I jump off to the next one, but my eyes are caught on the previous one where the colour fades away again. Almost scared, I try again and again, on various different objects. For something tells me that I'm supposed to colour it; the voices are saying it distantly.
I land in the soft ground and look at a smaller living being, covered in those small, thin parts as the large ones has. But it also had some other shapes in the middle of them ... Gently I place my paw on one of those different shapes in the middle. Holding my breath, I remove my paw after a short while. My beautiful magenta stays put. Happily I keep placing my paw over the little being who wishes to receive colour. In some places the magenta stays; while in other parts it disappears as soon as I let go.
"Boy, you cannot give colour to everything, only that which is meant to carry the colour of your orb ... And in your case you may have a hard time finding it, with such a unique colour ..." startled I trip on my own tail, landing on my side. I look up at the much older Dasani standing beside me. His whole self almost carries the same magenta as my orb does and his fur shimmers mysteriously towards me.
"What do you mean? Can't I colour whatever I want?" I ask, as I stand up.
"No boy, you cannot. You have a lot to learn still ..." the Dasani sits down beside me. "I have been watching you closely. Would you like for me to teach you?"
I sit down too, looking up at his mask covered by his long mane. I want to learn everything ...
"Yes! Please, teach me grandpa!"
"Grandpa?"
"Uhm ... Sorry, I didn't mean it like that ..." I face him when he looks down at me. "I never had one so I just ... I just-"
"It's okay, I can be your grandpa and teach you what you need to know, boy," he says, placing his paw on my head. "But for now you need to go back to your dimension and rest."
"But I don't like it there ..." I complain, although I know how wrong it is.
"I know, but you must," the old Dasani stands up. "Off you go."
With a sigh I stand up and look at another vortex that appears slightly above us. I take a leap and as I pass through it the sparkling sensation returns. The flashes of light doesn't seem too bright this time and I can barely hear the voices echoing any longer. As I land and look around in the darkness; I feel like I'm back where I started. At least this time I know that someone will be waiting when I return to the other side. The side which is calling for me.
For in this blackness I cannot breathe. For in this blackness I shall not stay for longer than what I have to.
I grasp around, seeking something other than black. Feeling as if I am blind. Yet at the same time I can see myself, I can hear voices echoing through dimensions. Calling out to me subconsciously. The calling draws me closer and I follow it slowly, threading down a path a I have not yet travelled. Heart beats loud as a vortex appears before me and through it I can see the light of another realm. It embraces me gently and I take a leap into the unknown. A sparkling sensation, flashes of light and voices echoing distantly around me ... And then ... The brightness of a world I have never seen before unfolds itself as.
As my curiosity of the place I have never seen before leads me to slowly turn about, I see some similar to me here and there. Touching objects and the colour of their orbs that is floating in the air around them, slowly but steadly, turns this unknown place into colours of all kinds. My gaze lands on my own orb that followed me through the vortex, the magenta almost smiles at me. Uneasy I look at the world again. The voices echoes still and they seem to be urging me to touch the world the way the others do.
Can I colour it too - just like they do?
I grip hold of a branch of a large object covered in a brown, hard yet at the same time soft surface, with my tail. It feels like the great being breathes beside me. Placing the paw on the small objects draped in gray that seems to be attached to the outer parts of it. The magenta from my orb slowly appears; but as soon as I let go the beautiful colour I call my own disappears. Puzzled I look around, everyone else seems to get their colours to stay put ... So why ...?
Changing place, jumping off to something hard in the middle of a fluid liquid; trying again. My magenta spread and I jump off to the next one, but my eyes are caught on the previous one where the colour fades away again. Almost scared, I try again and again, on various different objects. For something tells me that I'm supposed to colour it; the voices are saying it distantly.
I land in the soft ground and look at a smaller living being, covered in those small, thin parts as the large ones has. But it also had some other shapes in the middle of them ... Gently I place my paw on one of those different shapes in the middle. Holding my breath, I remove my paw after a short while. My beautiful magenta stays put. Happily I keep placing my paw over the little being who wishes to receive colour. In some places the magenta stays; while in other parts it disappears as soon as I let go.
"Boy, you cannot give colour to everything, only that which is meant to carry the colour of your orb ... And in your case you may have a hard time finding it, with such a unique colour ..." startled I trip on my own tail, landing on my side. I look up at the much older Dasani standing beside me. His whole self almost carries the same magenta as my orb does and his fur shimmers mysteriously towards me.
"What do you mean? Can't I colour whatever I want?" I ask, as I stand up.
"No boy, you cannot. You have a lot to learn still ..." the Dasani sits down beside me. "I have been watching you closely. Would you like for me to teach you?"
I sit down too, looking up at his mask covered by his long mane. I want to learn everything ...
"Yes! Please, teach me grandpa!"
"Grandpa?"
"Uhm ... Sorry, I didn't mean it like that ..." I face him when he looks down at me. "I never had one so I just ... I just-"
"It's okay, I can be your grandpa and teach you what you need to know, boy," he says, placing his paw on my head. "But for now you need to go back to your dimension and rest."
"But I don't like it there ..." I complain, although I know how wrong it is.
"I know, but you must," the old Dasani stands up. "Off you go."
With a sigh I stand up and look at another vortex that appears slightly above us. I take a leap and as I pass through it the sparkling sensation returns. The flashes of light doesn't seem too bright this time and I can barely hear the voices echoing any longer. As I land and look around in the darkness; I feel like I'm back where I started. At least this time I know that someone will be waiting when I return to the other side. The side which is calling for me.
For in this blackness I cannot breathe. For in this blackness I shall not stay for longer than what I have to.
Personality
Cautious | Honest | Loyal | Quiet | Calm
Ceiveth is a calm and collected fellow, before acting he always observes the situations at hand in order to make no mistake. He’s the one who has quite high demands on himself and will do just about anything to reach those demands. For failing is not an option.
Honesty and loyalty is to him two important behaviours that he partly expects everyone else to have and that he too has. He would never lie to anyone or try to make a fool out of those around him, because he wouldn’t ever want to make someone feel less worth than anyone else. In his opinion every living being is worth equally; thus no one should have to feel anything else but equal. One could say that he cares a lot about those around him, Ceiveth is not the one to leave someone behind when he notices that they can’t stand up for themselves or when someone is in danger.
Being quiet most of the time seems to be in his favour; for he can observe those around him unnoticed. All while learning how others react and behave to things thay may occur around him. He sees himself as a shadow that quietly walks around the earth to colour the things he deems necessary to carry the colour magenta. Though, this doesn’t mean that he likes to be alone; in fact, he only likes to be alone while he’s colouring the world. While he’s not doing that it’s like he’s an entirely different being – one moment a quiet shadow that stays at a distance from others and in the next he’s like a thick fog who walks closer to those around him. Surely he still doesn’t say much (he has never really been one to speak all too much) and he actually enjoys to just watch while others play or listening to others conversations.
Their company is enough to keep him satisfied and to make him feel at home.
Honesty and loyalty is to him two important behaviours that he partly expects everyone else to have and that he too has. He would never lie to anyone or try to make a fool out of those around him, because he wouldn’t ever want to make someone feel less worth than anyone else. In his opinion every living being is worth equally; thus no one should have to feel anything else but equal. One could say that he cares a lot about those around him, Ceiveth is not the one to leave someone behind when he notices that they can’t stand up for themselves or when someone is in danger.
Being quiet most of the time seems to be in his favour; for he can observe those around him unnoticed. All while learning how others react and behave to things thay may occur around him. He sees himself as a shadow that quietly walks around the earth to colour the things he deems necessary to carry the colour magenta. Though, this doesn’t mean that he likes to be alone; in fact, he only likes to be alone while he’s colouring the world. While he’s not doing that it’s like he’s an entirely different being – one moment a quiet shadow that stays at a distance from others and in the next he’s like a thick fog who walks closer to those around him. Surely he still doesn’t say much (he has never really been one to speak all too much) and he actually enjoys to just watch while others play or listening to others conversations.
Their company is enough to keep him satisfied and to make him feel at home.
"I will paint this world where I see fit"
Humans are beings who create many things; they’re the ones who provide Ceiveth with a lot of things that needs colour. His magenta-like colour is not easy to find in natural places, other than various flowers and the sunset during the spring, summer and early autumn. It might not be much compared to the Dasani Gips whom colour the seas, oceans and sky blue; or those that colour the forests and jungles green. But it still is enough for him and he’s proud to be one of those who colours the world with an unusual colour.
It makes him feel unique.
It makes him feel unique.
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Favourites
Colour; Magenta
Place; Everywhere, because Ceiveth can't decide where he feels most at home (but he can admit that he really, really, really do like hot springs and vulcanoes).
Season; The summer and the autumn, because it's around that time he has the most to colour.
Objects; Books, there are no words to express how much he loves them.
Thing to do; Observing the world, especially the humans.
Place; Everywhere, because Ceiveth can't decide where he feels most at home (but he can admit that he really, really, really do like hot springs and vulcanoes).
Season; The summer and the autumn, because it's around that time he has the most to colour.
Objects; Books, there are no words to express how much he loves them.
Thing to do; Observing the world, especially the humans.
Gallery of illustrations
Gallery of writing
Knowing what and who you are
A shadow walking past you,
in silence and in darkness.
Fear not what you will see,
this shadow is not to be feared.
Always knowing what to feel inside,
never telling how many times he tried,
never showing tears while he cried.
Always staying by your side.
A shadow that will get through,
coming from the blackness.
Clear it all and know what you will be,
this shadow has not yet disappeared.
in silence and in darkness.
Fear not what you will see,
this shadow is not to be feared.
Always knowing what to feel inside,
never telling how many times he tried,
never showing tears while he cried.
Always staying by your side.
A shadow that will get through,
coming from the blackness.
Clear it all and know what you will be,
this shadow has not yet disappeared.