Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Eternal Dance of the Weeping Cherry

In my house my mother stands,  skin of bark, muscles of wood, hair of weeping cherry branch.

But she was not always this way.

It is often said that the Dryad or Epimeliad is bound to her tree.  This is true, but never as extreme as the bond a Hamadryad has with her tree.  Some Hamadryads are part of their tree, rooted and unable to move.  Others are made of flesh as warm and soft as any woman's, and they dwell inside their tree.

[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="414" caption=""A Hamadryad" by John William Waterhouse"]"A Hamadryad" by John William Waterhouse[/caption]



My mother, was the latter. In the hollow of an abnormally large weeping cherry that was her own.  The hollow itself was not very big, but she had enough room to sit, sleep, and take her meals. Over the course of her young life she had polished the walls smooth with little bits of stone that birds would drop.  She had bathed her walls in the oil extracted from cherry pits until they shone and gleamed. A carpenter could not have done better even with superior tools.

She baited fire flies with cherry juice for light in the night. My mother, she had a lot of time on her hands.

Friday, December 23, 2011

To you and yours we wish you...

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Happy Holidays!
Love,
Eaken, Korinna, Kraneia, and Alekos Taurus

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Don't update this much, do I?

Ya know...  if you want some awesome blog posts... you need to check out Anthemei's blog.  Not only is she quicker than us,  she writes a pretty awesome tale!

 

And she is much more reliable than I am!

I think maybe it is because, while WordPress is a great place to host The Official Blog for the Seven Isles I don't think it is so great for my own personal expression.  Then again,  I sort of ignore the DeviantArt account I made.  And the In-character Tumblr that I made has sort of evolved into a mish mash of me, more than Korinna.

But it is odd, because in my Real Life before Second Life.  I used to blog the shit out of things.

Anyway, I am considering a Dreamwidth Journal, as I am comfortable and familiar with the format.  I am as likely to be followed there as I am on Tumblr (one friend there) but, who knows maybe I will blog more. Or not.

We just finished another Arc, and I am quite pleased with the process.  There are a few untied ends, but left over string always helps with future stories to be woven.  I am pleased with the way people pulled together and dug us out of a financial slump (thank you, so, so much!) and I am pleased to see people throwing their characters and their own stories into the mix, building other stories.

I like it. I like it so much, I want MORE. So don't give up okay?

October is a busy, busy month for all of us in real and on the grid. but it is always worth the fun at the end of the month! It is Autumn again in our lovely home, and soon it will be my favourite time of year, winter.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Motivations For Child Avatars Do Not Need To Be Creepy.

I am sort of depressed about my SL lately, I admit.  I find there is always so much to do, and yet there is nothing to do that really inspires me.  Maybe I am having one of those bored-of-Korinna phases, but actually, not really.  I feel sort of limited by Korinna.  I have (what I think) is a cool back story idea, but I would need the help of one of my children (the ones of TOS age.) and they're just not into it.

Lately,  and perhaps oddly, I have been more into playing my Character's daughter, who is only 11 months old.  I am sure plenty of people think I am a freak for that,  but I think I have a very valid (and sane) motivation behind it.

It's really not that I want to be eleven months old again, but there is a certain giddy remembrance of my children when they were that age. Sometimes, we are *inside* of our avatars, but sometimes, we are watching from Camera view, and when it comes to a smaller avatar, the default camera settings always look down,  giving me the feeling as if I am looking down upon a child.

My kids are far from infants now, one is 20 in two days. One is nearly 18, another is a short 13 months younger than he. And my baby is a 13 year old young women. Don't get me wrong I adore my children now that they are older,  we have stimulating conversations, and can share in adult humour.  I love that about us.

But those years when a child is young and innocent truly do not stand the test of time, and memories are precious.  Even though I can not have any more children,  I am one of those crazy ladies who is always a little baby hungry.

So, when I am playing twig,  I find inspiration for her emotes and actions in what I remember my children doing. She is an avatar and a character, and yet she is based on all of my children. When I am playing that avatar, I am having fun, and remembering.  My strange overbearing mothering instinct is fed. I love to dress her up in pseudo classical clothing. and make her toys, and decorate her little room.

My only problem is,  no one is around to baby sit me. And the mother in me who believes in supervised children can not fathom an 11 month old running around without someone to keep an eye on her.  Even if I don't really need it.  Even in the safest place for kids in the world.

I realize now, it was the same when I had my Centaur kid when it started out.  When he was young. I had him at my other favourite age.  I should have kept him there, but at least there I have some closure as I came up for a suitable storyline to write everyone out neatly, and without disrespect to anyone involved. The one benefit of having the older child, though, is I would have had a baby sitter. hehe.  Now I have to find creative excuses when my baby is not around...
When I was SL pregnant,  I didn't do it out of a yearning to be pregnant again.  I did it, really, to prove a point.  That it lasts longer than six days, or six weeks, that pregnant bellies do not talk, that no one puts your pregnancy at risk for standing in your whispering range. That your body tells people when your baby is kicking,  something you can do with your own mouth.  *and* that you could do it for free without loads of scripts that lag everyone else into 2006

Honestly, the limitations and costs of prim babies was a pain in the ass.  This is why I got a Tiny toddler avatar for her instead. Far cheaper, and customizable. When my computer feels like double logging, a mommy follower is all I need, and a gesture that allows me to chat (emote) for her if need be.

But, I digress. I am thinking maybe a smarter-than-the-average- goat and herding sheepdog might make decent baby sitters, in the land of make-beleive.

Monday, July 11, 2011

When Anti-theft Measures Discourage Sales.

/me drags out soap box.

I love my hair,  but I have been wearing it every day for over a year.  I thought maybe,  Just maybe a little variety is in order.  My character is supposed to have Curly hair, and try as I have most Curly hair on SL looks as terrible as dread locks. But, on the lookout I remain.

I came across this on SLex  Xstreet the Marketplace  last night, and thought it was worth a shot, I picked up another while I was at it.

I wait for my delivery (an awful long time these days) .  I unpack my delivery like a good girl should, and I try on the hair,  lo and behold, this is what happened.

 



The hair attempts to Rez on my head, but then quickly disappears, and I am told  not once but twice "[02:19]  [DEMO] Action Womens Hair Debbie - Candy: This DEMO can only be worn/viewed on the Action sim, you can get their by clicking the SLURL--> http://slurl.com/secondlife/Action%20Surf%20Sk8te/39/180/24"

Hmph.  Now, I am not normally one to complain on something that cost me nothing,  but since this touches on a bigger issues, I left this one star review:
So, I admit upfront I didn't read the description all that carefully, because for a freebie demo, I didn't think it would be so complicated.

But, since my connection is super slow of late, I opted not to go to their sim in person just to try on the hair.  As it is very difficult to teleport much less go to a sim with a lot to download.  So I didn't even get to *try* the hair which means lost sales. (at least two)  Downloading this Demo, and searching for it on the Market place actually wasted my time.

Theft paranoia is getting in the way of customer service. I can't support that.

Looks nice from the pictures though!

Protection from theft is a good thing,  and I find it especially admirable to take a proactive step to do this. I once downloaded a hair demo that was "No modify" in my inventory, but very modifyable on my head.  I could have said and done nothing,  I could be wearing it right now! But I did what was right and contacted the seller.  (didn't buy the hair, though.  It was everything I hate about curls in SL) so no one can tell me I am okay with stolen hair.

But it's getting out of control when measures to deture theft make it so inconvenient for your potential customers that they don't buy the hair.  As it turns out, I got lucky with the second Demo, and it let me try it on.



I like it, a lot.  But alas, I can not support such disrespect for customers with my buisness.

Especially since, trying on the hair in the store wouldn't stop a copy bot.  A copy bot steals the *whole* item, with full permissions, so it ends up being worn off the sim anyway,  the big ugly demo box is removed.

It used to be, that the big demo box was a great big source of shame that you were too cheap to buy the hair.  That was deturant enough (even if it is a sort of walking advertisement)  Apparently, "Demo" Images on strands of the hair are not enough now, either.

/me puts soap box away

 

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

What The Seven Isles Means To me...

Can be summed up in the lyrics to this song.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NV_VWTp1qE]

 

"Utopia"

we'd gather around all in a room fasten our belts engage in dialogue
we'd all slow down rest without guilt not lie without fear disagree sans judgement

we would stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive and
enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge and
open and reach out and speak up

This is utopia this is my utopia
This is my ideal my end in sight
Utopia this is my utopia
This is my nirvana
My ultimate

we'd open our arms we'd all jump in we'd all coast down into safety nets

we would share and listen and support and welcome be propelled by passion not
invest in outcomes we would breathe and be charmed and amused by difference
be gentle and make room for every emotion

we'd provide forums we'd all speak out we'd all be heard we'd all feel seen

we'd rise post-obstacle more defined more grateful we would heal be humbled
and be unstoppable we'd hold close and let go and know when to do which we'd
release and disarm and stand up and feel safe

this is utopia this is my utopia
this is my ideal my end in sight
utopia this is my utopia
this is my nirvana
my ultimate

(The singing and the arangement are so beautiful too. Alanis is one of my very favourite artists,  I don't understand why she is slagged off by so many who have never really listened to her entire catalog of music.)

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

If I had to do it all again...

Eacen and I were in our kitchen cooking dinner together a few nights ago trying to brainstorm some ideas to give our main accounts some new direction or new life. Eaken and Korinna are a little stale, at least for us, but we want to keep our characters fresh and relevant, truly.

I asked him -- just for fun -- What he would do in Second Life if he was given the chance to start over. His answer warmed my heart as well and got me thinking. He said. "I'd like another shot at being a Centaur. I feel like we started admining before I got the chance to do that."

He's right. While we were able to come up with a back story for both of us, it was heavily influenced by needing to help the RP, in fact they were quite different characters when we started (Hence the name changes).

He wouldn't want to be anything than an retired officer turned blacksmith, but he would have liked do it differently. He didn't know how, I mean... he's just a bloke, really. *ducks*

It occured to me the other day while browsing over character applications, that a lot of people who come to RP to a sim, have a great opportunity to present themselves to the group as they want to be presented. Don't get me wrong, presenting one's self can be intimidating and difficult. But it is an opportunity that one should seize, because it is here where you get to set your own momentum.

I can not help but notice, that people take advantage of the flexability of second life, move on and reinvent themselves constantly. People who are not tied to one sim, have a lot of room to reinvent, or go with a different character entirely. Sometimes several at a time.

So now I find myself, asking myself what would I do if I had the opportunity to walk into my own sim, and start our character(s) over fresh? Now that the sim is settled, the sim is full, and the sim has the capacity for Role-players; what would I do, if I could?

I find that, like Eaken, I would still be Korinna. An Epimeliad coming back to her birthplace in the Seven Isles, after years wandering around in a retinue of revelers devoted to the Wine God, until she settled down with a Centaur officer. I'd have let her be a priestess in a small humble temple where she learned the rites that called to her. I would have them come by ship, Korinna Ill and weak having been separated from her tree for so long, with or without her infant daughter.

We could come in Armour for him, and full Chiton and Himnation robes for me, before we traded them for aprons and heavy gloves.

I would have roleplayed her recovery, and being reunited with her sister who was raising her kids there. I would have confronted her with the mystery of her mother going from Hamadryad to full tree. I would have spent more time cuddling with my Centaur, had more intimate time with him (Not sexual. We have RL sex with RL privacy!) I would have gotten to know his Centaur while he got to know him too.

We could Roleplay choosing our home, and setting up from humble beginnings.

And maybe, more of the real Eaken would have been able to Roleplay his own experiences, coming to an island much different than his own, one that lacks laws and the level of civilization he was used to. Maybe more people would have seen he has a gentle soul behind that crass and bad sense of humor. Maybe we'd see a fierce side of him that emerges only when his family or land is threatened.

If I had the opportunity to do this months back, I could have re-roleplayed her pregnancy, this time as a first time mother with grave concern how a Centaur pregnancy would turn out. I could be inexperienced, but gaining confidence. More approachable, less authoritative.

But most of all, I would like to have loved the time to be absorbed in my Centaur partner, A knight of a man who needed no horse. Strength, with Honour as well as thought and skill.

The Centaur and the Epimeliad
The warrior and the Maenad
The Officer and the Priestess
The Potter and the Blacksmith
The Mother and the Father

We could have been all of these things. Perhaps we should have. Perhaps we are in our pasts, but to feel them as our present... it could have been wonderful.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Upgrading the Sim: One Year Later.

It's been a year now since three elders sold a homestead, scraped together an additional $1000 USD and called in a favour or two in order to upgrade our Homestead into a full sim. It seems such a long time ago that we (the three of us) did this, and I can not imagine life on a homestead anymore. How did we ever manage with so few prims, and without all that scripting power?

Not very well, actually. Don't get me wrong, we hung in there and we made do, because that was what was required for the sim to be born a few months before Eacen and I arrived. We did the best with what we had to keep the sim alive. Because, we three have a deep love for our land. We took the (current) Seven Isles from a flat piece of land, made peaks and valleys, found water, and raised trees and plants.
The Current Seven Isles being terraformed
Hard to believe this is what the Sim looked like at the begining.

Hard to believe this is what it looked like during it's birthing process...

We used to be so tight on prims, that at any given moment, someone could have rezzed their hair to make a copy, and sent belongings back to their owners. Believe it or not, around the time we upgraded we were down to one hundred available prims. One Hundred!

Up until that point many visitors moaned that we lacked the power to run a proper RP, and they were right. Of course, we were also lacking in many other things that makes an RP successful. We had a plot but no other admins, no committed players. People have a way of volunteering for things like administration, and showing up to play... and then not following through.

Initially, The Seven Isles saw a fantastic jump in participation, a few weeks later we were awed and humbled by being featured in the destination guide. Winter was very quiet, and so slow that many people (myself included) worried about the Sim's demise. But we pulled through, and then *finally* kicked off the skeleton of the RP storyline. People were a little slow to realize that disasters were happening right in front of their eyes,  but once they did It was epic, and beautiful and it really showed the potential we have as an RP sim. Many people came to us and said it was the best they had ever been in. It was the best I had ever been in, too.

But it was very hard work for us three elders, (who also build, socialize, and organize events when we have the time) to run that start on our own. After all, we all have families, and jobs, and lives outside of Second Life. By the time we reached the peak of the story, we three were left exhausted, but optimistic that now the ball was rolling  and the players now had a ball to play with.

If only someone would... you know... bend over and pick up the ball now that we got it rolling, and maybe throw it to one another and Roleplay without our constant guidance and direction. I will be blunt. I am dissapointed that all that work has changed very little.

People (bless them) seem to want us to hold their hands, but our hands are already *so* full just keeping it all running.

I was told recently by a member (who has actually done something to spark activity on the sim without our prompting, which is most awesome) that this has been a common rp sim problem in many sims he had visited. Everyone stands around with their thumb up their bum, waiting for something to happen, and when it doesn't they find something else to do. It means they miss the opportunities To RP when something *does* happen, or those opportunities just don't happen, because why do anything when no one is around to see it?

It is a frustrating cycle. I wish more people understood that if they want to RP, (on any sim, not just ours) they have to take some initiative to engage, interact, and allow themselves to grow.

Now, don't get me wrong, I do not intend to give up on The Seven Isles, but any Sim owner(s) who does not question whether things will be viable in the long term when they do not make tier that month, is lying.

Once again, I am going to be blunt: It is a lot of responsibility for me (I won't speak for the other elders, they have voices of their own) to log in and find that what members we have that are willing to stay around and RP, still depend on us for everything.

I do not think that what we need is a bunch of admins herding players around like sheep. We are often commended for our lack of Drama, No intimidating authority and lack of rigid rules, probably because we do not have a lot of Admins.

But I have to say, with some disappointment, that I thought providing our people with a full sim, objects to perform their trade with, and plenty of things to do most people still want us to hold their hands and tell them a story. No one wants to make their own story, and allow others to make a community story with them.

I also have to say this. I know it can be done. A few weeks ago Eacen and I took a break from our main avatars, and jumped into two child avatars we created to help with a project that (surprise) someone abandoned. We wanted to see just how much RP one could create for themselves with little or no help.

We had a blast! We built a steam powered wagon that we drove around the sim at high speeds.

Elgge and Luth on top of the Lighthouse in a boat.


We took a row boat to the top of the lighthouse, and jumped off the top. We flew kites, coloured, climbed mountains, discovered treasure under the sea.



(it was a crate of mayonnaise, sadly) We swam, and banged on drums.



We quaked in the fear of an Unseelie Fae visitor, and ran away from a strange man speaking a language that frightened us. We even "borrowed" items from the blacksmith's right under the noses of people waiting for something to happen.



Pete, who is always there was even game.  We played a drinking game with him where 1 shot with our toy arrows, meant we would buy him 1 shot.  He loved it!

Not content to play darts, we put our own spin on the game



We even RPed our afternoon nap.



In a week, Eacen and I created plenty of RP for ourselves, and this was without interacting with one other person. (not a single adult stopped us to warn us we were up to no good, or could get hurt.) Imagine what could have been done if people just engaged, and added their own elements that week. Now, keep in mind that the child avatars have *less* to do than the adults in our sim, and yet we did so much that week. Surely, the grownups can too. Can't they?

and on that, I will end with a rhetorical question.

What do you want to do in the Seven Isles?

What is stopping you?

Certainly not the Elders.

Peace and love,
Korinna.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Second Life families should be ridiculous.

But they're not.

I try not to talk smack on blogs, as is tasteless, and no one wins, but it looks as if I am about to walk a very fine line.

I've been thinking a little bit (not a lot) at the blow my little Second Life Family took when a member decided to "leave" second life. Not that they did not have my best wishes, and understanding, I find myself bitter about the non-confrontational way it was handled, (or not handled?) and, the contradicting pieces of gossip that indicate that what I was told from the horses mouth, is not what the horses mouth says to others.

News flash: I'm too busy. New Flash: They knew that going in.

It has put me off of all ideas of adopting or expanding my SL family with children. Prim babies as weird as they are to some, don't leave without warning. I've noticed some child avatars I have known go through parents like some people go through boxes of cereal, and vice versa. It's madness. No wonder so many people think it is dysfunctional and weird. Dysfunctional and weird families are making our reputation here.

(It's always the ones that talk like infants, coincidence? or are they driving their new parents crazy with age inappropriate speaking?)

But that is neither here nor there. I used to feel as if the "leaving us hanging with no explanation or story closures until confronted" was the part that irked me. But there is something else. That, said person, was made into the center of the family. The stories were retro-written to make sure that this person (who's company we did enjoy during the duration of the family-ship) and then they were left with a gap.

So I spackled it shut, job done. People understand when you IM them OoC and say "dude, she's got a real life where she is a grown up." I've stuck together a drama free prim baby with spit and glue, and I know the person who is playing my first child in real life, which rules out a lot of drama.

My first child in Second Life, was an alt account. I felt that my husband and I were not a complete family, and could be nice to have someone to look after, even if it were one of us. Then, I was fortunate enough to get a pretty awesome SL kid (She was, after all a good kid during the time she was with us. I think that is what made it all the more shocking when she disappeared) One who I felt was worth these rewrites, so we cound completely integrate her. So I don't regret any of it.

I do regret my decision to inflict my First Child with a case of SORAS (Soap Opera Rapid Aging Syndrome) and bump him from six, to twelve. I only did so, because the roll of the younger, playful child had been filled, and... an older, protective brother was desired.

That older brother possition was filled by one of my friends (as mentioned) Since then, my main character has fretted and fussed over the fact he is responsible and polite. Something no parent would ever complain about. Then I think, why *shouldn't* he be responsibile and polite and smart. We do, after all, strive to be good parents (in character, anyway. See: Too busy)

I think it is because she lost that young child not just once, but twice. Because I aged him up, and because she told us, she belonged to someone at a level that did not allow her to be someone's fake kid. And that it had all become a chore.

Even though it is all RP, I think that my character wants to know what happened to her fucking young child. In her story line. It *officially* never happened, but I couldn't rewind my eldest child's age.

So thus, I resist the temptation to turn one of my many stupid alts that do nothing, into the middle child. It would be too much explaining to do anyway. I need to embrace my child free alts, and just buy fucking horses.

Not the breedable ones. And not to be kept in the Second Floor Room of the Tavern.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

On Unions and Names

Of all people who should have given a recap of Fadrienne and Thyul's wedding, it is I. I did try, but had a lot of technical difficulty getting Flickr and Wordpress to work together.

So, instead, I will share the link to Chern's retelling on the official blog, which is better than I could have done anyway. And, share Bleizdu's wonderful pictures, as well as my own. (some harmless nudity, so view in an appropriate environment.)

<3

In other news, I too am taking advantage of the display name feature, and turning my name Corinda/Korinda into it's greek root name Korinna. Which allows me to exploit Ovid's lovely poem "Love in the Afternoon" even more than the corruption of it I use for my blog(s) title(s).

Naturally, there has to be some story behind this. Since it is a root name, (no pun intended) I have decided this is her name. With spring approaching, and a little one of her own starting life, she has decided to return to it after long using the knick-name "Corinda" Given to her by old revelry friends, who by now, have pickled their livers.

Why? Well, Corinda is a fantasy Character I have from a Forgotten Realms-esque setting. When my husband found the Seven Isles so many moons ago, I decided it might be a good place for her to live out another tail. The reality is, the avatar/character has evolved into her own person. They both deserve distinction.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Some very close "friends" of ours became engaged last night at our monthly full moon skyclad dance. Sadly Eacen and I "Couldn't make it" and yet, it seems like we were there witnessing the event through another set of eyes!



What better time is there for one to express your undying love to one another,  than when you are bare, at one with nature... and already naked (making streaker photobombs impossible).

However, just about everything that could go wrong during the proposal, did. Starting with the moment the DJ (also the groom to be.  As I said "Eacen" wasn't available) stoped the music for his big moment.  He announced he had a question to ask Thyul,  and yet the response went something like this:

"Hey the stream stopped!"  "Where is the music?" "Can anyone hear the music?" "No!  Toggle!" (Paraphrased... naturally, I forgot to get the log... I mean... I wasn't there to get it verbatim. Yeah..)

The groom was shaken and upset, but decided not to let the moment get him down. He continued.


We... uh. I mean they probably should have known to stop there,  but instead, decided to play music for the crowd, whilst Fadrienne went down on one knee. If for no other reason, than to stop the "Halp!" Coming from the small crowd.

Perhaps they should have paused long enough for "Karma chameleon" to stop playing.

Then, naturally, the animated ring box for the proposal animations malfunctioned, which screwed up the photo op. And also made the "jump hug" I... I mean Thyul did to accept look mighty perverse.


This does not properly show the torrid scene,  that one is too indecent to show on a public blog.


What matters is that they are engaged and planning on a february wedding.  Let us hope that all of the kinks and things that could go wrong happened during the proposal ritual.

Afterwords, they danced, and discovered that the "2nite&4eva" Dance in the intan, already had a perfect animation for the moment.



So uhm, learn from our *their* mistakes, and don't stop the music, choose a good song, and save the $399 Lindens on the dissapointing and un-customizable proposal animator that will make you look like you are humping your partner in front of other people.  I mean, he was happy and all...  but he wasn't *that* happy.

In order to prevent any wardrobe malfunctions at the wedding, the happy couple has decided to get married naked.

I'm not kidding.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The Life of the Ranger

It's a very lonely thing.

After a long time of *not* getting any Table top gaming, and then going through a phase where I could not bond with any characters I rolled up, I recently settled down with a character who among the offspring of one of my fictional families. Lately, Corinda hasn't been much fun for me. And my SL activity with her consists of logging in, doing any work I need to do, or just sitting online trying to be available in case someone needs help. Her character is sort of stuck, so I am putting her aside a litte, documenting her character on Tumblr until something stirs, and spending time with some alts (please see previous post for more on that subject)

I decided that with the display name function that Phoenix has caught up with (the only good thing to come out of this update, In my opinion) that this would be a good opportunity to do a little character developing, in world. Doing as a ranger does. I'm not really learning anything that I didn't know, but I am reminded of the deeper side of the things I know.

For instance, when trying to understand his motivation for joining a party of people he barely knows? He's lonely. Not angst ridden, it's just nice to talk to people, or plan with people. Hear someone else's thoughts other than your own. So simple it gets lost in the shuffle of papers, but found by following him around with a "camera."

Second Life really is helpful in seeing into a character's motivations like that.  (I even feel that way about the Sims, too) Here I have a Ranger who is part Drow (but a full elf,) raised over the ground, not under it, so other than his skin, he carries few Drow cultural imprints. He comes from a good (albeit weird) family, a few pieces of trauma in his life that he has survived well enough and helped him shape his personality.

He didn't really want to be a Ranger. In fact I can see he has been fighting an inevitable awakening with it. He was training to be something else entirely. But it became clear after years of training, that while he did not lack skill, he lacked the discipline and personality to do it. To continue on would be to betray his nature.

For an elf, he's not so into hugging trees or mother nature, (which still means he is into it more than the average person... just not so intense about it) It didn't make sense, or even occur to him that he was a Ranger. but it seems he and I got caught up in the stereotype that has evolved over the years, of the Ranger.

Because we are finding him to be a bit like the original Ranger; Strider.

The Tracker, The Scout, The Infiltrator, The Spy, The Fighter.

Shoosh. at least I'm avoiding comparisons to Drizzt.  I am enjoying rediscovering the character class I loved so much until I disallowed myself from playing them. Learning that, it's not all bows and arrows and survivalism.

Even if I (the social recluse!) am feeling a little lonely exploring alone. It just comes along with the job.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Odds and Ends.

I've had about a handful of Korinda related blogs and accounts now.  One would think it was just not working out for me, but I am going to give Tumblr a shot.  A friend of mine uses it for microblogging with a picture, and I was inspired to try it. I will hang on to my neglected wordpress, probably for those days when I need to wax, and wax, and wax, and bitch bitch bitch. And naturally, to be near the Official blog of the Seven Isles!

My Facebook account is about farming mostly, and being near to the Official Seven Isles Facebook Group.  My Deviant art account is for pictures (but makes me feel self concious for some reason) My SL Live Journal and twitter will go the way of the Dodo by the end of the day. (randomly Dik-diks sure are adorable!)

I also want to address something, even though no one except those who already know will read this.

Even when you don't see "Corinda Taurus" On your Radars, Maps, and Online Friend's list, I am still there everyday.  There is just more to my SL than Korinda.  There is sometimes Haruk, there is more often  Thyul. At rarer times there is the NPC Ellge, who, thanks to the new display name feature, has allowed me to get to know my table-top drow ranger Y'raen better.

The ability to explore different people is my number one love of SL. Please remember when I am in these other avatars, that it is still the same person behind the avatar. It's not my official working face,  but I am there in the event of an emergency or urgent matter. Also, I'm still as friendly in and out of character no matter which clothes I wear. Just RP me like the different character that I am... and we'll all have a good time.

Peace!