Showing posts with label Ieoie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ieoie. Show all posts

Monday, October 28, 2013

Building Printhia

One Little Step at a Time


As I have hinted at before, there's a story world that I've completely lost my heart to about two years ago. 
It might even have been less than that. 
It's called Printhia. 
After some research, I've found that the name Printhia doesn't seem to have an exact meaning. 
In my mind, it means something along the lines of "The Living Place" or "The Place of Life". 

From now on, I'm hoping to prepare a post over the weekend and publish it on Monday, as something to cheer others up as well as myself. 

Today's Building Printhia: The Beginnings


What started me on this journey? 
Very simply, it didn't have a very clear start. 
I didn't even think of starting to build a world with Fire Elves, MerFolk, Dragons, or Faes until after joining OYAN. 
There, I started to talk with a girl who wrote Dark Fantasy with her own version of elves, fairies, etc. 
In a character chat, I made Ieoie and his family of thieves. 
Then I decided to make him a story, as all fun characters should have one (he is fun, sassy, protective, and a whole lot of other annoying things rolled into one).

Ieoie's story is called The Water Witch's Curse. 
I still am working on getting a premise together for him, sadly. 
Anyways, the basic problem from the title is that he was cursed basically at birth for "Death now haunts his very steps." 
I'm actually a bit scared about working on his story, as it will be darker than a lot of the ones I've actually worked on. 
Then again, a lot of the stories I've thought of lately are darker. . . 
That's an interesting thought to ponder. 
Anyways, no rabbit trails! 
It was with his story idea that I started to work on the different cultures of the Elves, because, well, he's an Elf. 
So, I'll talk a little bit about the elves, and then one exact branch/kind of them. 
You see, there are three kinds of elves; Water, Fire, and Earth Elves. 
Each, at the age of maturity (somewhere between ages twelve and fourteen) an elf's gift is shown according to what kind of elf he/she is. 
Let's start with Ieoie, as he's the first one I made. 

Fire Elves

Ieoie's a fire elf, and his gift is making sparks. 
How does that work? 
Scientifically its actually possible, as he'd be only controlling the vibration of molecules in the air and combining them with oxygen. 
I've always been into making things scientifically accurate, so I'll be adding things like that here and there. 
Another thing that I'd added when I first created them (and I'm glad I did, mind you) is a bag that each elf carries with them. 
Each bag holds the basis of each elf's talent, so in a pinch (or when that elf is very weak) it can be used. 
When all of the bag is used up, it can never be refilled. 
For a fire elf, the bag contains something from/about a fire. 
For Ieoie, his fire bag contains glowing embers that are sparking. 

Each kind of Elf has a different culture. 
The Fire Elves are based off of the Arabic Culture. 
They live mainly in desert like areas, (I really need to work on creating a map for Printhia, but I'm so scared of messing it up!) and, as in Ieoie's case, cities. 
(There are other exceptions, but I'll write about those later, when I write about another story idea for Printhia.) 
Depending on where they are and who they are around the most, their heritage morphs a little. 

Example: Ieoie's family live in the busy merchant city called Limenreel where almost every culture has touched and left a little bit of itself. 
Even so, their women are known for their elegant head coverings, and their men for their unique turbans.

Each being has its own developed religion.
The Elves worship many different kinds, most of them are meant to describe why natural phenomenons happen, kind of like the ancient gods in Egypt, Greece, Rome, and other ancient European cultures.
Their main gods and their symbols are:
Jeshsoot, god of lightning and the giver of rain. Symbol: (in need of a better one, but this is what I have) A lightning staff.
Buhrneet, goddess of love and freedom. Symbol: Blue or white Sand Dollars.
Greeve, god of death and the herder of souls. Symbol: Literally any weapon covered/draped with a black cloth.
Menwageer, god of stories and the guardian of the gate to the soul realm. Symbol: A bent weed

Ieoie and his family mention Jeshsoot from time to time, and in moments of danger exclaim to Greeve or Menwageer.

That is all that I have for now on the Fire Elves. I'll either tell you more next week, or move on to the Earth Elves.

God Bless!
SDG
Joy

Monday, December 31, 2012

Character Mondays: Ieoie

. . . Christmas time has been so busy that I'm behind. Either way, I'm taking a break from working on Breaking Free, and instead I'm working on this fun new character! :)

*Drops Ieoie*

Me: Okay. Who are you?

Ieoie: *Grins* I'm Ieoie, son of the Elvish Thief Lord, and grandson to the greatest thief ever!

Me: Um, okay. Who are in your family? 

Ieoie: Well, I have my mom and dad, one older sister, and three younger sisters. 

Me: Why do you call your grandfather the greatest thief ever?

Ieoie: He stole an obsidian door off of a mermaids palace front gate. While the guards where standing there! :D

Me: Wow. How did he do that?

Ieoie: Well, he never told anyone how he did it. He just did it.

Me: Okay, where do you live?

Ieoie: <.< You haven't named the city yet, but it's a merchant city on the edge of a desert next to a very big harbor that goes out to the sea. 

Me: What are you?

Ieoie: Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to? I'm a fire elf!

Me: Because I'm trying to get to know you better. :) As a fire elf, what can you do?

Ieoie: I can shoot sparks out of my hands! :D You should see my older sister though, she can create rainbow colored flames. But mine comes in handy more often. . .

Me: U huh. Okay then, one last question. What are you scared of?

Ieoie: Me? Truly?

Me: Yes.. Truly.

Ieoie: *sigh* I'm scared of darkness. Of being enveloped in it and not be able to create light with my sparks. Everything being a black void that eats all of that beautiful light.

Me: O.O Okay. See you next week!