ORIGIN - Profile of Rift

CYCLE 138 — Current time: Oct 24 2026, 07:51 AM

Rift

AND THE EARTH SHOOK BENEATH MY FEET
THE STORM RAGED THROUGH THE NIGHT
AND I LOST ALL THAT I HAD WON
OH, BUT I FLOWED LIKE THE RIVER

Full Name: Rift

Alias: n/a

Gender: Male

Age: 41 Cycles

Species: Seasonal Lion

Magicka: ʡ 40

Postlog: n/a

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Appearance

Rift is the embodiment of the forest, an ever-changing bounty of seasonal growth in the shape of a large green feline. Some things will always persist - his size, of course, a pair of branching, tree-like antlers, roots that crawl down his neck and over his shoulders, a number of changing tails, and the presence of a mane that hosts large flowers. But as time passes through the changing seasons, his appearance does as well.

Spring: His fur is a bright, vibrant green, very similar to his old coloration, and his antlers bloom in leaves and flowers. His mane sprouts large peony petals like a thick choker around his neck and his tail takes on the shape of dandelion greens. Moss and soft grasses are commonly hosted on his body, as well as an abundance of wildflowers.

Summer: His fur becomes a warmer green and his mane takes on bright sunflower petals. His tails break their fibers and become similar to luscious ferns while apples begin to grow from the hosted tree of his antlers. Tall grasses, icy, and black-eyed susans are a common sight to be hosted on his skin.

Autumn: The leaves on his antlers begin to turn a red color and fall, while his fur turns a more desaturated brown-hued green. His mane grows red chrysanthemum petals and his tail stretch out into the brilliant gold and red of autumn maple leaves. Fewer flowers are hosted on his skin, but fungal growth takes over in its place, fruiting a wide variety of mushrooms and polypores, as well as moss and lichen.

Winter: While the antlers are bare of leaves at this point, there is still life to be found even in the coldest of cycles. Snowdrop flower petals droop from his mane, holly berries grow on the branches, and hardy evergreen flowers like hellebore and crocus bloom on his skin. His fur takes on a cool teal green and his tails bear the sharp points of pine needles.

In all seasons, his eyes remain a bright green, mirroring the color of his chrysoberyl right ear. Miraculously, and most likely through magic, Rift can still hear out of this ear. In fact, the sound going into this ear is considerably louder than that of the other ear. If the light catches it right, it will display a pink-gold iridescence as well, a kind of scar left over from his resurrection. His voice is deep, almost a rumble in his chest, and usually soft-spoken but anger brings a snarl to his tone and it rises in both pitch and volume.

Personality

Friendly --- ~~Suspicious~~ --- ~~Narrow-minded~~ --- Obsessive --- Faithful --- Nurturing

Rift is a guardian. A stoic protector of the forest, although gentle and kind to those that mean it no harm. To strangers, he may come off distant and harsh, but he puts the safety of both the forest, himself, and others before people he doesn't know. Because of the damage that Eridanus has suffered, he will challenge anyone he sees within the woods to discover their intentions. He can seem quite mean but he simply doesn't have the patience to be patient with everyone. And scaring others seems to work marvels.

Even though the confrontations usually end with peace, Rift can very often be taken by his narrow mindedness. If he believes something to be true, it will be difficult to convince him otherwise. Once he realizes, though, that he is wrong, he is prone to fall into a great deal of guilt. He doesn't like hurting anyone or anything. ~~He has suffered enough pain in his life, both himself and through the pain of the forest to create anymore violence in the world, both with claws and with words.~~ He will do anything he can to make it up to those that he has wronged or insulted, as long as they deserve it. If they don't...he'll just ignore them. No need to seek out any unnecessary trouble.

Above all things, Rift is nurturing. To the youth and to nature, he is always kind and soft-spoken. He is a protective, caring, and loving father both to ~~his subjects in the Kingdom,~~ the gembounds that he calls his family, and, of course, to nature itself. His love for plants and for life will drive him through his life. It is his very soul to care for things. And so the destruction of such things, life and nature, is the only thing that will ever drive him to violence. He will protect anything and everything he sees is under his care. And since he calls himself a guardian of life, all things are under his care. No wrongdoer will ever harm anyone so long as he is there.

The Rift remembered and returned has been given back the spark of innocent wonder that he had as a child. He is curious and open, friendly and talkative. Without the memories of the life he'd lived, without suspicion ever clouding his mind, he has come to be a warmer, more caring version of the Rift before.

History

Long ago, Rift lived in Eridanus with his brother, Sebastian. They were opposites in magic, but so alike in spirit. Though Rift's paranoia and fear for the forest's well-being sometimes drove his brother away, he always came back. They always forgave each other.

Long ago, he was the ruler of a Kingdom. A Kingdom devoted to peace and the nurturing of life. A Kingdom that had once experienced violence, but now hoped to build a better future. Yet they were hunted, for defying the Masters. Driven from their home. Still, they stayed together and stuck to their peace.

And then, when at last they returned home, tragedy struck. A lone being driven by Chaos destroyed the tree where the Kingdom called home. Rift and Sebastian were lost in the ensuing calamity. They died together, buried under splintered wood and dying leaves.

Their stones were whisked away by a friend, kept somewhere safe. But the memory of Rift and his Kingdom lived on. Loved, remembered. And now he is reborn by a Wish, given another chance to return his Kingdom to its former glory.

"As the trees started to grow closer together, there was a sudden halt in the line, opening to a clearing blooming with flowers, ferns, and fungus, with a path leading through the well-kept garden. In the middle was a great oak, ancient and twisted with a large opening in its roots. There was a soft glow coming from the darkness under the tree and that was where Rift was headed. When he went inside, it was actually moderately lit, thanks to glowing moss that was growing from the roots. There was a bed of soft ferns laid out in the corner and the rest of the cave was pretty open, except for a small stash of herbs stuffed in a gap between two roots."