Name: Solongogiin Gan-ErdeneAge: 22Orientation: "... Vertical?" (Pansexual)Pronouns: "Not too fussed about those..." (They/Them)Purpose: "A brief respite from some troubles, and almost free food." (OOCly up for anything)Open/Closed: "What?" (they got nothing going on)

◖⊖ ⊗ 𖥞 ⊗ ⊖◗ Ma Genesis Underground馬緣起地下, Mǎ Yuánqǐdìxià ⸙⸙⸙⸙⸙⸙⸙ “The Eightfold Pathfinder”八正道者, Bāzhèngdào Zhè ⸙⸙⸙⸙⸙⸙⸙ To immortalize this, it is etched into a nearby stone,“ T R Y H A R D E R . ” Mage I(as of 8/27/2026) Primary Branch Patron Tellurgy Myo, The Archivist Anima Mentor 8 Kalith, The Shadow ⸙⸙⸙⸙⸙⸙⸙ Cantrips Hindrances Conjure ElementCreation from the old world. Nothing has yet to slow her down! MetallurgyConversion to the new world.   IdentifyCognition of both worlds as one.   “Magic will take as it gives, but if you are willing to eventually take those risks, then... mh... So be it...” ◖⊖ ⊗ 𖥞 ⊗ ⊖◗

A little brown book, inside of which is a growing collection of poems...   Not For Me, But You SongAnd danceAre not forMe, butYou IWas raisedFor strength butNot theTune Don'tWeep forMe, for ISee noNeed ThereSeems toMe, no woundFrom toBleed ForI lostNot a thingThat IKnew Heaven-Sent Its shadow forms valleys, a crystalline spearIts haft splits the clouds, an arcane unclear A call of its name makes the heavens seem near Bird and Bard Bird and bard, so different they fairWhile a bard's barred from board, the other's laid bareOne barbed with feathers, the bard barbed with hairOne babbled as a babe, while the bird soared in the airThough one's born in blood, and the other's born in nestBy melody and rhythm, they're both burdened and blest You Can Only, Once More YouCan't wipeClean that whichHas beenWrit YouCan onlyWrite YouCan't holdYour tongue forWhat's beenSaid YouCan onlyTalk AndOne canNaught but hopeThere in their gaucheTries and triesOnce moreThatThe newCan make upFor theOld Turtle SteelShell inFront and bladeFor beak so sharpYou stick outFor theBite You'reOne nastyThing, my friend We Are Not No matter how hidden, I still feel the scalesOne look in the mirror, the eyes don't stare backDevoid of these things, you call yourself lackingWhat you idolize, the same as my jailorI am I, You are You, and We are not the sameWe are not as oneWe are Not Pinnacle InThe ReachThere stands a Mount called the SpireFlanked on each side byPiles of ash that built itAnd brick walls that grow 'pon themYet none of these can reach the heightsThat the black stone and these fogged glass veinsHave come as one to pierce the skyAnd if gem and stone can meetWith stars who fly on highOne can but dream whatAll the world's soulsAt once canDo fromHere Siren Song Let me be devoured, if only for a momentEntangled by seaweed under a blanket of algaeVisceral grip clinging vicelike to my limbsIt would not be long 'fore I try to claw outAnd reach for the light as lungs burn for airThough I might escape the clutches of deathHow could I forget the sweet way it felt?All of the fear and the guilt overwhelmingNo, I can't forget, when it was always within me Not A Drop Left Halved and halved again, no quarter brooked to fill the veinsEmptied out and hung upon a hook, a heart in crimson chainsPulled in four directions, but not a one can with it stayWhen a body's blood's no longer one, it lifeless will remain Aaruul All one needs a goat aloneAnd but a single bucketRaise atop a little fireUntil the white cries no moreUncovered under sun thenLet it take on form anewSour, hard, and dry, some cry, but to aaruul's owed my life Knightingale The passerines singFor nights in shining amourBut the snake draws near A Brief Reflection When I saw you falling, I saw myselfI know it's cruel to hate the prospectThat we might be alike When you swam to the surface, and I stood the edgeYou wore a serenity such that I would wonderWhether to leave you be or break it But your myriad mirrors started bleedingAnd I know the sound of siren songI knew I had to stop it The water was shattered, and so was your heartYou clawed and dove under for vision unseenPleading that I let you go Truly, I considered itI couldn't bear the face you were wearing then But I felt you struggle, I felt myselfI thought it cruel to let happen to youWhat had already happened to me I didn't want you to know the call of the deepI think you already knew There Was A Home There was a home here once, where the ruins areIts hard to imagine, in time not farThat someone might have built it forA family worth such a daunting chore There were trees here once, where the forest would growIts hard to see the leaves that would blow to and froWhen there stands a ruin of bricks turned to stoneAnd an ashpile lies cold when it ought not be alone There was a home here once, and I don't mean the houseBut both have been gone, yet I find myself there Practice Poem MournThe mornWith who's thornsWe're scornedForlornBut tornFrom its hornWe're wornTo be rebornAnd swornMorn Lily of the Valley A sudden bloom 'neathKnighting stars when under DuelIs where they belongBound to poisoned rivalryWhen embrace is what they long For joy's return theyOught to grow, but onlyTurmoil can be foundWhere petal bells hang low, andTroubled hearts make not a sound Hidden among thoseVernal stalks of flowers whiteI hope there is restAnd a song unsungYet to be found, until withPeace you are finally blest The flowers can wait to be adoredThey know you're more than worth waiting for Pageantry PeacocksFanning outTheir feathered tailsEyes beholdingAudience ICan notImagine where oneMight find the placeFrom which toGain thatconfidence ButSeeing themMan as WomanWoman asMan AshamedYet simultaneouslyUnabashedly spreading theirWings, soaringHigh ItMakes meThink if thereIs room for oneSuch as IIn theirClan Around You Go Cards and crowns, in circles, we change handsTwo aces, you doubled, fail to landEmpty palms, wallet bare, feeling daftBut you smile, all the same, and you laugh Ugly babe, what they saw, is your nameBut I see, on your skin, not a stainNot a scar, or blemish, on your faceThough you search, in a rush, for your place It's as if, hoping not, what you wantIs a life, accursed, that will hauntBut my friend, do not fret, it will comeFor your heart, if you run, is the sum Though perhaps, there is room, I am wrongThat you've held, to a pain, for so longAnd all you wish is for it to be seen instead of felt Shipwrecks My house is filled with the bones of shipwrecksPried from the sand and put back togetherBut not in the same way they were before Tables and chairs, a handful of projectsCeiling patches to keep out the weatherAnd a wheel on the wall by the front door One might consider it a morbid thoughtBut soon, I'll have ev'ry part of a shipAnd the ghostly crew that used to man it Whoever they are, whenever they come,I hope it feels like home The Stolen Arsenal I am a weapon, and I've met an arsenalBut I can't help the feeling that I'd only met one bladeIt joined me in a valley, though it might not seem its placeAnd with a single shining slash it found a flower in the glade It needn't show the kindness, or hearken my woesBut all the same it showed its hilt worn down by cruel crusadeAnd it spoke like it new me, though our lives were distant thingsAbout being broken for a purpose from which it never strayed I am a weapon, and I've met an arsenalBut maybe it was just a single weapon at the startOne broken into many, yet even the pieces must take partI'm sorry you're lost An Assembly of Notes Rarity, utility, toxicity, potencyThe four primary alchemical properties Aloe and the bircaroot, to soothe pain skin-deepThough the latter in excess leaves one without sleep Bloodweed and chamomile are directly opposedOne brings costly vigor, the other brings repose Mint and ashroot as well are each of cold & warmYet both have found each other mitigating harm Finally we have butterfly bloom and dreamsageThere isn't really much to compare between themOne served poison, and the other lucidity Momentum The stable hand asks "Do you control your strength?"And I answer "To an extent"Because I know thatAll I control is directionWhile the wild horse imparts the weight of my strengthThe reins in my hands guide its pathFor to hold it backIs to make a wild charge steadyWhen war, both at once, demands guidance and strength Eyes to the Storm Petal eyes gaze upThey have nowhere else to lookAt the raging stormAcross which they cannot brookRain like tears are weptWith ruinous howl, it calledSecrets in the cloudsDemand they fall before fallQuick as it arrivedIt left little in its wakeBut broken gardenAnd all of the precious thingsThat it couldn't bear to take Looking Glass How you see me, andHow I see myselfI fear that you thinkThey're one and the sameBut there couldn't beA greater distanceThan the one betweenMy heart and my eyes Twin Sharks FromThe blueI came uponA group at shoreInThe middleOf a patrolI wondered what forFishingRod, withoutA name, gingerlyTaken into my handAndWhat followedWere monsters thatI've never seen inland OnMy ownI fished twoLarger than my headThenShadows loomedMarking the doomFor smaller fish aheadSparklingEyes imaginedWhat the shadowedBeast could even beSoAt onceWe, single hunts,Turned toward the sea Twogroups ofanglers, many new,Quickly cast their linesBothFought hardAgainst a foeNative to the brineThoughTheir strengthAlone can shatterEven giants' mighty bonesSoonWe overcameThose who neverSaw how sunlight shone Did we take one too many? Perhaps, but it made a good meal When Is A Promise Broken? When you fail to follow through,Or when you hadn't even tried?When your body breaks in two,Even if whole remained your mind? Is a promise left unscathedAfter its words get rearrangedIs a promise still the sameIf nothing of the first remains? What part of a person does it break with first?The body, the heart, or the mind?Or does it break against the world?The stone, storm, or crashing wave? I don't and can't know how or whenI just hope that I can keep them Voyage I TowersTurned legsFor a lighthouseOf paleFlesh HundredWretched handsReaching out beneathOne terribleGaze SingingInto screamingTo silence, leapingBut caught while fallingThere isn't escapeWhere sheReaches Voyage II It only gets worseWalls alive, accursedStatues' hearts are burstMourning minds coercedTortured soul, perverse It's not over yetNot until, besetWith broken bones resetAnd shattered coronet,She repays her debt of pain in full It haunts us even nowToward the Galleon's bowA giant heart that rings so loudThat peace we are not allowed even beyond its blighted wallsAnd yet, we are bound to rest within somehowIn reach of the hands of the fruit of Lady Averie's boughsI sooner feel than see their resemblance Though she isn't hereIt remains, my fearThat lives I hold so dearWill once more disappearWhen we've come so far, and gotten so nearPlease, let us be near Voyage III The Whale yet remainsBut I've fulfilled my promiseAt sea, returning Sleepwalking There are things best spoken withinThe space twixt waking and dreamingThat we yet struggle to conjureThough knowing it isn't their placeThis doesn't keep us from tryingThrough blood, sweat, and tears, to hear themThen with hidden words revealingThose darkened corners of the mindThey only then recall the fact There are things best spoken, but never heard  

IGN: VixereVaporubCharacter Name: Solongogiin Gan-Erdene (submitted anonymously)Poem Name: Lily of the ValleyPoem Content: A sudden bloom 'neathKnighting stars when under DuelIs where they belongBound to poisoned rivalryWhen embrace is what they long For joy's return theyOught to grow, but onlyTurmoil can be foundWhere petal bells hang low, andTroubled hearts make not a sound Hidden among thoseVernal stalks of flowers whiteI hope there is rest And a song, unsungYet to be found, until withPeace you are finally blest The flowers can wait to be adoredThey know you're more than worth waiting for

IGN: VixereVaporubCharacter Name: Solongogiin Gan-ErdeneXP: 58 (at time of sign-up)Game or Games Entering: Tables, Grand Challenge