St Patricks Day RP contest

[Guardian Odelia]

mion

St Patrick is a historic figure that most of us know; in the guardians days he flushed out the snakes of Ireland and killed them by drowning them in the ocean, but how does he apply today?

What's his purpose in H&H land? What's his Mions name? In a place that has no real religion what does he do? What does he bring to Queen Maya's land? What does he think about the idea of an all knowing being that watches our every movement and who was also far more relevant to the guardians then to any herla in an age of apocalypse. Does he even BELEIVE in a god or religion?

Tell me about this herla, give me an understanding for him.

Name:
Mion Name:
Personality:
About this herla:

Judging ends on the 25th and I can't wait to read them!

 

[Zolis]

Name: St. Patrick (Patty for short)
Mion Name: Roman
Personality: Patty is at his best neurotic and annoying. He wants to know everything about the old world before them. And it only gets worse when he starts drinking, since his religion went down hill he has no more worshipers, no fame, diddly squat for getting rid of all those damn snakes. And he is pissed all the time, only Roman can keep him on his feet, and make him see his abilities as still useful. He is still a holy herla, and will take the time to help out any of those in need, and if those in need are by chance a lovely lady who want to show him affection,he hangs up the cross for a few hours.
About this herla: Patty has traveled all over the land, stopping here and there for a few weeks at a time to regain his strength of to help a cause he believes is right. But normally Roman and he keep on the road, looking for anything that would lead him to believe there was still hope for religion in this world. He has heard the tales of the white herla that can see beyond the veil, and now his quest is to search for a way to see with his own eyes. Yet he has been told by many that only a white herla with rose colored eyes may see beyond the veil. Patty believes that faith is not ruled by genes, rather faith and hope. So he is currently traveling to the most spiritual place, once he finds out where that is. He is not the smartest, and often will get himself into bad situations this never stops him though. To pass the time he drinks and tells tales of the snakes that used to run free, though most think he is jus a fool he likes to think that he has someone out there who knows of him.
In truth, hes a drunken fool that is washed up and will soon have nothing to his name. And he couldn’t be happier.

(I couldn't put everything i wanted to since my head would have exploded, i just love this guy so much haha)  

[tricksterthought]

Name: Elias
Mion Name: Rook
Personality:
Elias is a rather happy old man, despite his numerous creaking joints, and terrible hearing. He is suprisingly amiable, ready and willing to talk to anyone and hear their stories. In his younger days, he swore himself to strictly follow the laws of the guardian's stories. He still keeps to his word, and carries the cloak and cross to show it, but age has taught him that actions speak louder than words. Now, he wants little more than to teach the world that it is loved, and that no matter what difference, or cross, you bear, there is someone who loves you, and cares for you. He may seem like a loon at times, and lets just say his manners wouldn't hold up to Narcissa's standards, but this charmingly disarming old man genuinely cares for every individual he meets, regardless of whether they like him in return or not. This isn't to say, however, that Elias is the type to coddle. The old man is a stern believer in 'tough love,' when necessary. He will go out of his way to help anyone who needs it, although he isn't quite the Hart he used to be.
When questioned about his cross, he would explain that it is a symbol of something he believes in very deeply, and that he promised he would wear it until the day he died. When confronted about his beliefs, should it ever happen, the old man would likely smile, and say, "Well, it's worked for this long.' In the end, I suppose, he's just a loving old man, without a care, or a fear, in the world.
About this herla:

The old herla basked in the light of sunset, his joints creaking as his body none too gracefully settled to the earth. Warm spring grasses wisped about his his cloak, fawning round the heavy silver chain, and cross. Oh, it was so many years ago when he had so vehemently swore it would never leave his neck. With a groan, the old hart unceremoniously flopped to his side. Looking back, he supposed he had done as well as he could have... There were many a thing he would have done differently, had he the wisdom he had now, but alas, that was the burden of age. Not for some though, he thought with a wry smile, Some go senile, and then what're they supposed to regret? His eyes turned thoughtful, and his wry grin, stale. So many things he could have done differently.

Elias had first heard the Guardian's Gospel from his own guardian. Wonderful tales of a man who had healed the blind, and eventually died as a martyr for the rest of his kind. As a young buck, everything had seemed so clear, he had to spread the stories! The rest of the lands deserved to know, needed to hear it! Some would stop, and listen, but others... So many fights when he had defended his beliefs. So many times he had lost his temper, at his wits end with some of them. Couldn't they understand he was just trying to help? Looking back, he couldn't very much blame them... The stories were old, and fogged with time.. But there was a beauty to them, a truth...Somewhere, in the folds of time, there had been a man, who loved every person, everyone he would never meet, enough to give his life for it. All he asked for in return, was that they might love, and be loved in return. Do right by people. So many painful nights he had puzzled, was it really real? Was he just wasting his time? It would be a bold faced lie to say that he had never doubted. But if it made him better, if it gave him hope, and gave him a reason to be a decent person, what did it matter?

"Well, that's enough rest. Let's be go'in Rook." The little creature scurried up the old hart's side as he heaved himself back to his feet. He would be entering the Hartlands soon, a place he'd only heard about before. Roumer had it that more herla lived here than did across the whole of the rest of the world. Elias rather doubted that was true, but it was certainly enough to pique his curiosity. He was sure to find work or some kind or another there, perhaps helping tend fawns, or helping with archival work... And maybe, should they ask to hear, even tell a few of his wonderful stories...