Plato
Pet Name: Plato
Owner: Apache
Theme / Type: Zodiac Vix
Born: November 23, 2012
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Hearth
MisticPal Age: 4362 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 15 / 15
Strength: 15
Defense: 0
Speed: 20
Intellect: 10
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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The grass bends and dances and weaves lifetimes beneath my feet.
I am not one to forget the past, but I feel that something there is missing from me.
There are stories everywhere, all around us, in the rocks and the earth, in winds and through the trees. People have come and gone and lived, as well an infinite number of other things.
Where once there has been water, there are now wastelands, and where once great behemoths traversed continents, now there are only shadows of footprints of things we have never seen with our own eyes.
Even these fragile little stalks grown new and green beneath me, they all have stories and struggles. Within them are the pieces of others that have been left behind.
And without them, the world is still beautiful. It does not need to be observed to be loved.
What have I been going on about -- oh yes, like there is something at the tip of my tongue that I cannot say.
I turn my gaze the stars, shimmering and blinking, wondering what such great things could ever converse about. And I am sure that they do converse, for some strange reason.
I forget all my needs for remembering and simply watch, letting the world slow around me, each second caught and marked with heartbeats. The silence is not pressing, nor receding, it is perfect as is waxes and wanes with the comings and goings of the wind.
Here I am at peace, at night with only the stars for company.
Quietly, I ask the stars if they might stay with me here forever, if they would wake and never part from my vision. The day need not come and the world need not change.
And somewhere, deep inside, I meekly ask for them to take me home.
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"Time here moves too quickly. I would like it to slow and be as quiet as I, but as it is time bends to the prayers of none."
ID No. 29M
Plato; "broad-shouldered"
still || centered || unassuming || rational
"The Stargazer"
Plato was born in the Pleiades star cluster. He, when in age found wanderlust, strayed to far from his home and has been earthbound ever since. No real direction drives him and he barely remembers his birthplace. He often looks up to the stars at night as if he knows them. He is filled with a longing for vastness that he does not understand.
He is a very quiet and patient soul, though it would be unwise to mistake this for reservation. He does not strive to impress and isn't self-conscious. He accepts things for what they are and sees no point in expressing conflict. He avoids unnecessary arguments not out of fear, but out of accepting that you cannot, nor should try to, change others.
In his heart resides a great knowledge of healing. Through his breath he is able to channel the energies of the universe in such a way as to offer healing and vigor to others.
He has a mild interest and philosophy and mythology. When presented with the opportunity he may spend several hours studying to his heart's content.
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A time will come (tomorrow)
when darkness fades to light
and I will go unbidden
into vast unknowns,
I will drink to one last victory
and sleep dreamlessly,
for I will need no illusions to hold me up:
I will have known all I need to know,
and that will be that.
But until then (today)
I will brave against the winds
and fight against the world
that would bring me to my knees
or try to capture me in stagnation
or meaningless routine,
and though I may be weathered
by life's trials and tribulations,
I find that it is better to be expressed
than to never have known the nature of existence at all.
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In Plato's mind, he traipsed easily in and out of cosmos. He knew planets, and stars, and was content in the deepest parts of himself. In his imagination, he was home. He let himself be lost to dreams for a long while.
In his half-asleep state, he yawned, and saw the real sky above him. He had been laying in the grass for too long, and thought it was finally time to rise and go about his business. He preferred to be active in the nighttime.
But he found his eyes still too heavy, and he could not quite get himself to rise. He did not panic, but instead focused on opening his eyes again. Only a moment before he had. He had even yawned.
But no matter how hard he tried, his physical eyes would not open.
He could, however, open a different set of eyes.
He found himself drifting away from his body, his consciousness separating from his body but still tethered to it.
He had heard about it before and recognized it as an out-of-body experience.
He saw the heavens above him, and the earth below him, cradling his body. He could see his physical chest softly rise and fall. Once he was sure that this peculiar phenomenon was not death, he did not hesitate.
He turned his gaze upwards and drifted towards the outer atmosphere, filling with incredible excitement as the distance went on, and on, and on...
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In comfortable blackness he watched the faraway stars drift by.
After a while of solitude, the kind of solitude that fills you up with incredible grandeur, he was greeted with a vision.
He saw seven women, draped in magnificent colors and clearly exuding wisdom, standing in a circle around him. They were aged and larger than life. He felt he knew them.
They wept, and though he did not know why, he wept with him. He felt his heart breaking, for it was filled with their sorrow. He called out to them, in the emptiness, the shadow between worlds, in his absolute lonesomeness.
His voice echoed in his own mind, "Do not despair, I hear your pain. You need not weep any longer."
They turned their gazes towards him, they had heard him. And in each of their voices they singed of rejoice, yet Plato did still not know why.
In their song he heard words that he could understand.
They sang to him his name, strong and truer than the one his mortal self wears. One that he had, with incarnation, forgotten.
He wept for a while with the knowledge, even after the vision had long since faded.
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He fell back into his body, all at once, though he did not flinch. He simply opened his eyes and exhaled slowly.
Deep within him, peace was uprooted by fear. He had lost a piece of himself, and what if he had never remembered?
What if I forget again?
He searched for that place in the heavens many times after, but as it was he found he could never recreate the strange way he had drifted out of his body, and how he had roamed among the stars.
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Plato belongs to Apache.
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