Lilias of the Wood is one of the Divine Curators, who’s dominion is the forest. It is the duty of Divine Curators to watch over and protect the land, with each linked to a certain element and dominion. A long time ago there were hundreds of Divine Curators inhabiting the world. They lived in peace and harmony with nature, and the land flourished with their hard work and care. Such was the will of the Celes, the almighty beings who created the land. However, Divine Curators are now a rare breed, after many of them were wiped out during the Great Ancient War by the creature known as the Bastarno, and his fellow renegades. Lilias, however, was the one who managed to subdue the Bastarno, sealing him away deep beneath the earth, and thus ending the war.  The losses were great and the once strong population of curators was reduced to a scant few. Lilias, however has always been an “ideas” girl, and came up with a very interesting solution. It was she who created the Hats of Power, giving regular children the power to watch over the forest and its many creatures, and the ability to fill the void left by the fallen Curators. However, there was a little hitch in her plan, as another of Lilias’s qualities is that she can be quite impetuous, especially when it comes to matters of magic. And so, during the creation of the hats, something went wrong, perhaps in the words she chanted or perhaps the materials and ingredients she used, and so they became cursed, giving the wearer strange physical malady. Oh tragedy!  One of Lilias’s main goals now is to find a way to break the curse of these hats. Will she be able to?   

Lilias of the Wood is one of the Divine Curators, who’s dominion is the forest. It is the duty of Divine Curators to watch over and protect the land, with each linked to a certain element and dominion. A long time ago there were hundreds of Divine Curators inhabiting the world. They lived in peace and harmony with nature, and the land flourished with their hard work and care. Such was the will of the Celes, the almighty beings who created the land. However, Divine Curators are now a rare breed, after many of them were wiped out during the Great Ancient War by the creature known as the Bastarno, and his fellow renegades. Lilias, however, was the one who managed to subdue the Bastarno, sealing him away deep beneath the earth, and thus ending the war.

The losses were great and the once strong population of curators was reduced to a scant few. Lilias, however has always been an “ideas” girl, and came up with a very interesting solution. It was she who created the Hats of Power, giving regular children the power to watch over the forest and its many creatures, and the ability to fill the void left by the fallen Curators. However, there was a little hitch in her plan, as another of Lilias’s qualities is that she can be quite impetuous, especially when it comes to matters of magic. And so, during the creation of the hats, something went wrong, perhaps in the words she chanted or perhaps the materials and ingredients she used, and so they became cursed, giving the wearer strange physical malady. Oh tragedy!

One of Lilias’s main goals now is to find a way to break the curse of these hats. Will she be able to?

 

 Treasa, the mighty guardian of the Mountains. Before the Great Ancient War, Treasa was one of the most renowned Warrior Curators in the land, with few who could match her in armed combat, and even fewer in unarmed, with most of those who challenged her in such having their arms removed from their bodies (of course, only if they deserved as much). Treasa lived for battle. There was nothing she loved more than a good scrap, and while loved and respected by her fellow Curators, she also made them incredibly nervous, as she was prone to giving friendly arm-punches that would leave bruises for days.  When the war broke out, Treasa’s excitement reached an all-time high. She fought bravely and defeated many of the renegade Curators, though to an extent, it was moreso to satiate her deep lust for battle rather than because of her duty as a Curator to protect. However, as she began to see her brothers and sisters fall to the enemy’s brutal attack, she realized how selfish she was being, and used her power to protect and rally those she could, leading many of the less experienced, weaker Curators to the safety of her sanctuary, a fortress deep in the heart of the mountains. Little did she know, an ambush lay in wait, biding their time as more and more were herded into the seemingly impenetrable fortress. Then, one evening, Treasa was distracted by a phony distress call, a request for aid in the forest many miles away. As she rushed to the forest, the renegades sprang an avalanche within the sanctuary, killing all who had sought refuge there. When news of this reached, Treasa, she was devastated, and blamed herself.  Treasa eventually survived the Great Ancient War, but carries to this day a great sorrow, which she tries to hide with her tough brash exterior. She is very close to the other remaining Curators, especially Meadow, and deep down, she is very protective (almost to a fault) of Wilhemina and the other young guardians, although on the surface, she constantly berates them for being weak, and mocks their various curses, pointing her finger as her body gyrates with hilarity.      

Treasa, the mighty guardian of the Mountains. Before the Great Ancient War, Treasa was one of the most renowned Warrior Curators in the land, with few who could match her in armed combat, and even fewer in unarmed, with most of those who challenged her in such having their arms removed from their bodies (of course, only if they deserved as much). Treasa lived for battle. There was nothing she loved more than a good scrap, and while loved and respected by her fellow Curators, she also made them incredibly nervous, as she was prone to giving friendly arm-punches that would leave bruises for days.

When the war broke out, Treasa’s excitement reached an all-time high. She fought bravely and defeated many of the renegade Curators, though to an extent, it was moreso to satiate her deep lust for battle rather than because of her duty as a Curator to protect. However, as she began to see her brothers and sisters fall to the enemy’s brutal attack, she realized how selfish she was being, and used her power to protect and rally those she could, leading many of the less experienced, weaker Curators to the safety of her sanctuary, a fortress deep in the heart of the mountains. Little did she know, an ambush lay in wait, biding their time as more and more were herded into the seemingly impenetrable fortress. Then, one evening, Treasa was distracted by a phony distress call, a request for aid in the forest many miles away. As she rushed to the forest, the renegades sprang an avalanche within the sanctuary, killing all who had sought refuge there. When news of this reached, Treasa, she was devastated, and blamed herself.

Treasa eventually survived the Great Ancient War, but carries to this day a great sorrow, which she tries to hide with her tough brash exterior. She is very close to the other remaining Curators, especially Meadow, and deep down, she is very protective (almost to a fault) of Wilhemina and the other young guardians, although on the surface, she constantly berates them for being weak, and mocks their various curses, pointing her finger as her body gyrates with hilarity.

 

 

 Lysander had always a minstrel at heart. A true musical savant, he was able to make music from just about anything, whether it would be a pebble on a pond’s surface, or the wind against a blade of grass, and had one of the most beautiful singing voices in the all the land. While officially, he was a Curator of the Meadow, Lysander dropped the title as he felt he did not deserve it, as he spent more time making music than fulfilling his duties as a Curator. However, little did he know that thanks to his natural abilities his songs had magical properties to them, helping plants to grow and soothing those around him. It is likely that for this reason he was never reprimanded by the Celes, as they too, enjoyed his many songs and how they inspired all around him. Instead, they bestowed him the official title of “Jongleur”, which he changed to “Bard”, as he hated the sound of the original title.  Lysander never really stayed put in anywhere in particular. He was always on the move, bringing his songs to everyone across the land. It was during these travels he happened upon Florian, a young bunny who was being beaten up by a gang of other bunnies (bunnies are infamous for their random acts of aggression). Lysander acted fast, distracting the other bunnies with a hypnotising ballad, allowing Florian to escape, and eventually somehow ending by launching the other bunnies like cannonballs, several miles away. Florian was so grateful that he pledged himself to serve Lysander henceforth, though Lysander felt it was unnecessary. Instead, Florian decided to merely join as a travelling companion, and quickly became inspired by Lysander’s songs, eventually joining him on percussion.  Later, the duo picked up a couple more travelling companions: Chi, the rosewing, and Wump, an orphan Woolbur, whom Chi was looking after. When first she saw him, Chi was immediately smitten by Lysander and refused to leave his side, while Wump followed along obediently. Lysander, not knowing what to do, let them follow, as he also found them to be quite an odd yet cute pair, and so a merry little band was formed, with Chi joining in on flute, and Wump simply making strange and fascinating vocal noises.

Lysander had always a minstrel at heart. A true musical savant, he was able to make music from just about anything, whether it would be a pebble on a pond’s surface, or the wind against a blade of grass, and had one of the most beautiful singing voices in the all the land. While officially, he was a Curator of the Meadow, Lysander dropped the title as he felt he did not deserve it, as he spent more time making music than fulfilling his duties as a Curator. However, little did he know that thanks to his natural abilities his songs had magical properties to them, helping plants to grow and soothing those around him. It is likely that for this reason he was never reprimanded by the Celes, as they too, enjoyed his many songs and how they inspired all around him. Instead, they bestowed him the official title of “Jongleur”, which he changed to “Bard”, as he hated the sound of the original title.

Lysander never really stayed put in anywhere in particular. He was always on the move, bringing his songs to everyone across the land. It was during these travels he happened upon Florian, a young bunny who was being beaten up by a gang of other bunnies (bunnies are infamous for their random acts of aggression). Lysander acted fast, distracting the other bunnies with a hypnotising ballad, allowing Florian to escape, and eventually somehow ending by launching the other bunnies like cannonballs, several miles away. Florian was so grateful that he pledged himself to serve Lysander henceforth, though Lysander felt it was unnecessary. Instead, Florian decided to merely join as a travelling companion, and quickly became inspired by Lysander’s songs, eventually joining him on percussion.

Later, the duo picked up a couple more travelling companions: Chi, the rosewing, and Wump, an orphan Woolbur, whom Chi was looking after. When first she saw him, Chi was immediately smitten by Lysander and refused to leave his side, while Wump followed along obediently. Lysander, not knowing what to do, let them follow, as he also found them to be quite an odd yet cute pair, and so a merry little band was formed, with Chi joining in on flute, and Wump simply making strange and fascinating vocal noises.

 Meadow is one of the last surviving Curators, and also one of the youngest. She was born around the time of the Great Ancient War began, when she emerged from a blooming daisy in the heart of the Meadow of Tranquility (random fact: when Curators are born, they are already fully grown physically, though their mind is not completely mature yet). Almost immediately she was attuned to her role as guardian of the meadows so much so she rejected the name given to her by the Elders in favor of the name “Meadow”. Meadow led a very jolly life, bounding and prancing about the field, and became one of the fastest and most agile of all the Curators in little time. It is because of this that she is one of the very few survivors remaining from the war, which broke out mere weeks after her birth.  In spite of the sadness from the loss of her many brothers and sisters, Meadow remains jolly and bubbly. Because of the war, she was never truly educated in her duties, nor was she trained in proper speech, and so always refers to herself in the third person and and sometimes acts and speaks like a young child. However, since her empathic connection with nature is much stronger than most other Curators, it more than compensates for her lack of training.  Meadow also loves playing with Wilhemina and her friends. She treats them like older brothers and sisters despite Meadow being far, far older than them, much to the confusion of the young guardians. Lilias always tries her utmost to get Meadow to act more responsible, and guide and watch over them like a Curator should, but Meadow’s naivety and borderline ADD always prevails.   

Meadow is one of the last surviving Curators, and also one of the youngest. She was born around the time of the Great Ancient War began, when she emerged from a blooming daisy in the heart of the Meadow of Tranquility (random fact: when Curators are born, they are already fully grown physically, though their mind is not completely mature yet). Almost immediately she was attuned to her role as guardian of the meadows so much so she rejected the name given to her by the Elders in favor of the name “Meadow”. Meadow led a very jolly life, bounding and prancing about the field, and became one of the fastest and most agile of all the Curators in little time. It is because of this that she is one of the very few survivors remaining from the war, which broke out mere weeks after her birth.

In spite of the sadness from the loss of her many brothers and sisters, Meadow remains jolly and bubbly. Because of the war, she was never truly educated in her duties, nor was she trained in proper speech, and so always refers to herself in the third person and and sometimes acts and speaks like a young child. However, since her empathic connection with nature is much stronger than most other Curators, it more than compensates for her lack of training.

Meadow also loves playing with Wilhemina and her friends. She treats them like older brothers and sisters despite Meadow being far, far older than them, much to the confusion of the young guardians. Lilias always tries her utmost to get Meadow to act more responsible, and guide and watch over them like a Curator should, but Meadow’s naivety and borderline ADD always prevails.

 

 Bastille, before he became the beast known as the Bastarno, was one of the Divine Curators. While most other Curators were content to follow the path set before them by the Gods (known as the Celes), Bastille questioned their lot in life with much dissatisfaction. Not that the life of a Curator is difficult in the slightest. All a Curator does half the time is run around playing games and enjoying nature. While it is true that they must help maintain the balance of nature and dispel evil should it ever appear, a Curator is well equipped to handle such things. Add to that eternal youth, awesomely cool powers, and generally sexy co-curator colleagues, the life of a Divine Curator is pretty sweet.  However, Bastille still was unhappy by the fact that his destiny was not his own. He felt that he should be able to choose whether or not to fulfil these duties. Should a bunny fight erupt nearby, he should be able to turn his back on it and ignore it without consequence. And oh, god were there bunny fights. Seriously, it was insane back then. Despite it being a time of peace, bunny fights were violent and frequent. While they were no more than intense slap fights or battles of vulgarity, Bastille was still expected to intervene and break them up, much to his chagrin.  Bastille no longer wanted to serve the Celes, and sought power for himself, so along with a band of other equally dissatisfied Curators, he formed a rebel army, with the intent to take on the very gods themselves. When the Celes learned of this, they immediately banished the rebels to the Bog of Sorrows (essentially, a wasteland prison of sorts and not a very nice place to be).  While there, Bastille and the rebel’s resentment of the gods grew and grew. Combined with the dark magics surrounding the bog, the depth of this resentment was so powerful that it transformed Bastille into a hideous demonic beast, and would henceforth be known as the Bastarno, possessing a power that could rival the gods themselves. With this new power, the Bastarno broke out of the Bog, and along with his comrades, began wreaking havoc across the land. This was the cause of the Time of the Ancient War (which was known back then as the time of the War of Right Now), in which the Curators bravely fought against the Bastarno and the rebels.

Bastille, before he became the beast known as the Bastarno, was one of the Divine Curators. While most other Curators were content to follow the path set before them by the Gods (known as the Celes), Bastille questioned their lot in life with much dissatisfaction. Not that the life of a Curator is difficult in the slightest. All a Curator does half the time is run around playing games and enjoying nature. While it is true that they must help maintain the balance of nature and dispel evil should it ever appear, a Curator is well equipped to handle such things. Add to that eternal youth, awesomely cool powers, and generally sexy co-curator colleagues, the life of a Divine Curator is pretty sweet.

However, Bastille still was unhappy by the fact that his destiny was not his own. He felt that he should be able to choose whether or not to fulfil these duties. Should a bunny fight erupt nearby, he should be able to turn his back on it and ignore it without consequence. And oh, god were there bunny fights. Seriously, it was insane back then. Despite it being a time of peace, bunny fights were violent and frequent. While they were no more than intense slap fights or battles of vulgarity, Bastille was still expected to intervene and break them up, much to his chagrin.

Bastille no longer wanted to serve the Celes, and sought power for himself, so along with a band of other equally dissatisfied Curators, he formed a rebel army, with the intent to take on the very gods themselves. When the Celes learned of this, they immediately banished the rebels to the Bog of Sorrows (essentially, a wasteland prison of sorts and not a very nice place to be).

While there, Bastille and the rebel’s resentment of the gods grew and grew. Combined with the dark magics surrounding the bog, the depth of this resentment was so powerful that it transformed Bastille into a hideous demonic beast, and would henceforth be known as the Bastarno, possessing a power that could rival the gods themselves. With this new power, the Bastarno broke out of the Bog, and along with his comrades, began wreaking havoc across the land. This was the cause of the Time of the Ancient War (which was known back then as the time of the War of Right Now), in which the Curators bravely fought against the Bastarno and the rebels.