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| − | ''I decided to try to commune with Her again last night, via the last of peyote. No amount of honey in the world makes that tea taste good. I spent the night under the stars and when the visions came, it was as though I was traveling through time, attuned to the cycles of the earth. The seasons came and went a hundred times in one night, spring with new hope and life, summer with the richness of youth and promise, autumn with the bounty of the fields and the kindness of age and winter, with the harsh lessons of death and stark icy truth. It was glorious and terrifying. Another part of me opened to Her and now I am even closer to Her grace. I am more aligned with my own primal nature and Her fundamental truth. Balance is in all things. It is as simple of that. Even in the darkest, most hopeless place, the problem is simply that things have gone too far one way or the other. I don't have to fix the world. Just help balance a little corner of it. That I can do. Now more than ever.'' | + | ''I decided to try to commune with Her again last night, via the last of my peyote. No amount of honey in the world makes that tea taste good. I spent the night under the stars and when the visions came, it was as though I was traveling through time, attuned to the cycles of the earth. The seasons came and went a hundred times in one night, spring with new hope and life, summer with the richness of youth and promise, autumn with the bounty of the fields and the kindness of age and winter, with the harsh lessons of death and stark icy truth. It was glorious and terrifying. Another part of me opened to Her and now I am even closer to Her grace. I am more aligned with my own primal nature and Her fundamental truth. Balance is in all things. It is as simple of that. Even in the darkest, most hopeless place, the problem is simply that things have gone too far one way or the other. I don't have to fix the world. Just help balance a little corner of it. That I can do. Now more than ever.'' |
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Revision as of 10:41, 7 April 2018
| Full Name: | Wyatt Brian Slack |
| Race: | Kami/Kinfolk |
| Faction: | Gaian |
| Date of Birth: | 09/15/94 |
| Age: | 23 |
| Height: | 5'8" |
| Weight: | 148 lbs |
| Eye Colour: | Blue |
| Hair Colour: | Red |
| Demeanor: | Optimist |
| PB: | Stefano Masciolini |
- Aura of Tranquility
- Symbiosis
- Gnosis
- Banality
- Kami: So you know how everybody says going to Burning Man will change your life? Well... yeah.
- Kinfolk: Yeah, my family is full of furry rage machines. But at least the political debate is ...lively.
- Community Activism: The world isn't going to save itself. It's up to us to do the job, starting with each other.
- Partying: The first soul you have to save is your own. And nothing does that like letting go.
- Politics: Don't call me a liberal. I'm an agrarian ecological collectivist. Liberal is about ten miles to the right of me.
- Streetwise: You can't make a thing better if you're not a part of that thing.
- Walking Zen: The world just seems like a more peaceful, relaxed place near Wyatt.
- Trusting: To the point of stupidity at times. Wyatt believes in people and the goodness thereof, even if it is buried deep.
- Smoke and Barley is where Wyatt works now, at least part time. Dishes ain't gonna wash themselves!
- Fred - Nice guy. Really big nice guy. Seems to have his head on straight.
- Halle - Somebody who actually gets it. And is farther down the road.
- Sergei - Seriously chill, all things considered. There's depth there. Also: Awakened vodka! WANT!
- Faith - Ironically, her name is her need. All things will work out sooner or later, sister.
Wyatt keeps a battered, leather-bound old-fashioned journal in his truck. If a character searches said truck and has a reason to find it (in the tool box behind the cab), you can consider these entries IC knowledge.
Latest Entry:
April 6 - 2018
I decided to try to commune with Her again last night, via the last of my peyote. No amount of honey in the world makes that tea taste good. I spent the night under the stars and when the visions came, it was as though I was traveling through time, attuned to the cycles of the earth. The seasons came and went a hundred times in one night, spring with new hope and life, summer with the richness of youth and promise, autumn with the bounty of the fields and the kindness of age and winter, with the harsh lessons of death and stark icy truth. It was glorious and terrifying. Another part of me opened to Her and now I am even closer to Her grace. I am more aligned with my own primal nature and Her fundamental truth. Balance is in all things. It is as simple of that. Even in the darkest, most hopeless place, the problem is simply that things have gone too far one way or the other. I don't have to fix the world. Just help balance a little corner of it. That I can do. Now more than ever.
