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 Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 5:13 pm
The Painted Souls -- JournalsPlease note; Dami's Guardian, Were-Ah, is my orginal character. His Guardian is not me the username.
Name; Damisin [Da-ma-sin]
Nickname; Dami [Da-me]
Gender; Male
Guardian; Were-Ah R. Scott.
Birthday; Wed Jul 05, 2006 9:52 pm CST
Orginal Painting; ...
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 6:30 pm
| Navigation. [You are here.]
| Rules.
| Genesis.
| Photo Album.
| The Family.
| Interview.
| About Were.
| Realtionships.
| Family Abode.
| Toybox/Dami's Room.
| Disclaimer.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 6:39 pm
Those that may post.
| Several people may post freely. You know who you are.
| Those dropping off gifts and things. [only do so in in character.]
| The moderators of this guild.
| Meh. XD
Extra notes on posting.
| Turn off your signatures when posting.
| Post in character.
| Do not use an entire post for out of character. [sad that I must say that...]
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 7:14 pm
How everything started. Why it started... kind of.
Love. Feather duster in hand, Marissa scurried across the Gallery's top floor on her her daily cleaning route. She made her way to the Attic door, prepared to dust the oak table and empty gilded frame that lay inside. When she attempted to turn the knob, however, the device stuck fast. It was locked.
Uh-oh. She knew what that meant. Slowly, eyes cringed as if she wasn't sure she wanted to see what was before her, she raised her head. On the Attic door, in gold painted script that had most definately not been there yesterday, were the names:
Xenostacia
Were-Ah
Kara WintersMarissa flipped through the phonebook in frustration, looking for the names that were painted on the Attic door. Three new paintings? she thought incredulously. Still, she learned long ago not to question the house's ways, and resignedly called each person, trying her best not to sound insane when she said:
"Hello? Yes, my name is Marissa, I'm from the art gallery in north Durem...yes, well, I'm sure this sounds strange, but I'm going to have to ask you to pay us a visit...we, er, have something that belongs to you."Were-Ah blinked, what? She had never been to any art gallery. So how could this place have anything that belonged to her. But after deciding that sometimes things in life are strange. She set off for north Durem. Her small blonde neko in tow [after 'borrowing' her mother's car].
Were-Ah had some trouble finding the place. The young redhead finally got directions from a creepy old person. Were-Ah and her daughter had not been able to tell the gender...
"Mommy is we there ye'?" the blonde neko complained from her carseat in the back.
"Uh-huh! Look'a th'u'r Sadiki, ain't it'a big?" Were-Ah cried as she pointed towards the large building as she parked awkardly. What can one expect from a thirteen year old? She quickly got her daughter, now known as Sadiki, out of her car. And the pair shuffled towards the front door, whispering about why they could have been called here. What was there's and such and such. Were-Ah sighed quietly as she knocked roughly on the door.
Again... what can you expect from a thirteen year old redneck? Marissa was prepared for the knock. She rose slowly from her chair and walked to the door, Cole watching her from the couch. He usually took naps at this time- however, since he had grown, he had no need. "Mama?" he asked, "Who's here?"
"Some people are here to...take a gallery tour," she told him, feeling a little bad for the lie. Still, she knew he wasn't old enough to understand.
The door creaked open to reveal the guests. Marissa's first impression was that the girl was young, but that she looked nice enough. She was pleased to see that she had another child with her. Maybe she was good with kids?
"Hello, I'm Marissa, please come in.""Ell'a ma'am?" Sadiki replied to Marissa as she looked up to her mother. Were-Ah winked down at her and walked in, waiting for the older woman to speak.
"Ell'a Ms. Mar'z'a," the redhead said quietly with a large bright smile. Some of her shoulder length auburn hair fell into her face. And she quickly placed it behind her ear.
While she waited for a reply her hazel eyes explored the room. So did the large blue eyes of the small child beside her. Sadiki, the blonde neko, put her hands on her hips and walked over to a piece of furniture that she found interesting.
It really did not look like an art gallery. Or at least the kind that one sees on television or what authors' described in books.
Hmm...
The woman smiled nervously. She welcomed the pair into the room, wondering once again how to go about business.
"Um, yes, well, I'm sure you're wondering why I've asked you to come here," she began. "I have to admit, it will take a bit of explaining, so...if you'll just follow me?" Marissa ushered the woman to the first staricase. There were five floors in all- this would be quite a hike.
Turning, she asked Were, "Um, would it be okay if your daughter stayed down here in the lobby?" she asked apologetically. "She could play with Cole." Cole smiled and waved at the neko girl. "Hi!" he caroled. Were-Ah blinked in a confused manner. Unnaratually quiet as the other woman ushered her to the large [at least in her opinon] staircase. Her daughter following close behind but at the sight of the boy...
The blonde neko giggled and waved back to the boy. Her ears twitching with the spark of childish excitement.
Were-Ah nodded and turned to Sadiki with a smile, "Ya kin stay'er down'ed 'ere kin't ya, Sadiki?"
Her question was not to be answered because the giggling mass of blonde hair and tail was already rushing over to the couch. Sadiki crawled up onto the couch like she owned the place.
"Howdy!" she said to the boy. Unaturally quiet herself it seemed.
How very odd the two of them were normally large bundle of joy and a surprising... and somewhat scary energy. Cole grinned at the new girl, and invited her to join him in the puzzle he was deciphering. "I can't find where this piece goes," he said with a pout.
Marissa lead Were onto the second floor. She took a deep breath and began to explain. "Let me begin by saying that I'm sorry for any inconvenience this may cause you. I'm afraid...there's nothing I can do about that. The house likes to make it's own decisions.""This 'ere is'n a pu'ss'le righ'?" she asked as she looked down at the pieces in and the pieces that had yet to be placed correctly. She took the piece from Cole's hand and tried a spot that looked like it-- no. Wrong spot.
"Huh... 'pu'ss'les is 'ard!"
This place sure had an odd vibe about it.
"Kay..." Were-Ah cocked her head to the side. Somewhat confused, not sure whether or not Marissa was joking or not. With all of the things that she had seen in her few short years... she decided that the other female wasn't.
"S' wha' is'n it'a that I'm 'possed t' ge' ma'am?" Were-Ah inquired with a large grin. Though a confused one. They had reached the third floor. The light was considerably dimmer, and windows were sparse. Countless locked doors lined these halls, giving the corridor an eerily endless feel. "Um.." Marissa gulped, "A...hm. See, this is a very old house, once owned by a mysterious art collector. Much of the collection lies in the Gallery's attic. It seems that...given certain magical circumstances...they have become home to spirits. Spirits of children; children that need homes." Marissa paused shortly, but decided it would be better to get the explanation over with. "That's where you come in," she said. "The Attic chooses guardians for these souls- the Painted Souls, as we call them. It finds a person it deems suitable for the job, and I'm afraid there's no changing it's mind." She looked Were in the eye for the first time.
"The Attic has chosen you."Were-Ah jumped back a little. "Wha'?! I's s'ill a kid!"
She did not even stop to think of the fact of her daughter Sadiki. Sadiki had appeared by chance. A portal... but this... this was like being given a child from an orphange or something remarkable like that.
She took a deep breath, Marissa's words sinking in complety.
"Is'n ya sure'a that'a it'a wan's me?" her question was halfhearted to say the least.
Oh boy... Marissa nodded. "I know," she said, almost apologetically, "But apparently the Attic sees something special in you. It needs you to care for this child." The fourth floor was the darkest yet, with even more doors plastered to its walls like posters in a teenager's room. Teenagers, Marissa reminded herself, like the one in front of her. She sighed, praying that the house knew what it was doing.
After a bout of silence, they reached the fifth and final floor. This was laid out differently than the others. It was wide and empty, walls dark and bare but for a single door, placed in the center of the far wall. To Were's last question, Marissa smiled. "I'm very sure," she said, gesturing to the Attic's door, where the golden words Were-Ah sparkled.Were-Ah stood and just stared at the door. A chill flew up and down her spine at the sight. Her own unique name winked at her, almost smugly.
"Wha' do'n I d'?"
She sounded quite exiceted and a 'six year old at Disney World' smile spread across her face. But her hands nonchalently in her jean pockets.
Were-Ah giggled nervously, hoping that her excitement did not make her seem like some sort of creep. Or only a child that had no idea what she was doing.
Wond'a wha' gonna 'appen now... an' wha' the kid's gonna look'er like... wha's they gonna be liken...?
Her thoughts were swirling now about such things. Fearful, inferior thoughts. Marissa was pleased when Were so graciously accepted her future. She grinned. "Well, I'm afraid this is as far as I can take you," she said softly. "Whomever the painting first sees it bonds with, so the rest is up to you." She put a comforting hand on Were's shoulder. "Just go on ahead, and shut the door behind you. The rest should happen naturally."The young redhead filled in her lungs and then let the air to heave out. She quickly opened the door, not wanting the moment to be too dramatic. She slammed the door behind her out of habit.
Were-Ah looked around the room. Not really seeing anything yet. Or at least nothing was registering.
Were-Ah stepped forwards slowly, taking one step at a time...
"Oh dea'..." The attic was silent. It observed it's visitor carefully- good, it was who it'd sent for. Satisfied, it sent a small chill breeze curling around Were's ankles, ruffling the thick curtains on the single window just slightly. Before the young girl sat three paintings on gold stands. A teaset still-life, a decadent jeweled canvas, and a ripped, worn, watercolor sketch.
This is the piece of artwork that quivered upon sensing it's owner. It's torn edges seemed to hum with excitement. The subject of the piece, a venus flytrap, moved slightly as the surface of the painting quivered like water. It was happy with the Attic's choice. The young girl before it looked eager, willing, and most of all, like one who could be loved, and would help it fulfil it's destiny.
It could wait no longer. So, in a gust of air that made Were's red hair whip around her face, the child emerged.
It happened in the blink of an eye. And there he was, a smiling youngster with hair the color of leaves and a merry glint in his eye...
 Were-Ah reactions to the enviroment were quite late. A small gasp but then her eyes were caught by the small child.
"Yer..."
She could not even finish her sentence as she bent down to inspect the child. Her hands reached out and touched the child's green hair, as if expecting him to break. Or her fingers to slid right through.
"My new bab'a, huh?" she cooed pulling the baby into her lap. She put him onto her shoulder and shuffled out of the room. Unsure of how to walk with a baby in tow like this.
She somehow managed to open up the door a crack...
Marissa smiled as Were emerged with her new child. "Oh, he's beautiful," she crooned. "Congratulations." Silently, and with a peace of mind she hadn't felt in awhile, she led Were down to the main floor.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 7:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 8:05 pm
[note; names in bold are original characters.]
Under construction.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 9:40 am
Name; Damisin Scott.
Nickname; Dami.
Hair color; Green.
Eye color; Retro Pink.[?]
Skin; Light pink/white with odd plum colored hands and feet. On his back are two leaf shaped wings are located on his shoulder blades. Along the length of his arms are small leaves that hang down about half an inch long.
Growth; Baby.
Posts; In the purple color.
Personality; Though it is difficult to gleam such a thing from an infant, he seems to be [almost] overly cheerful. Though a very clingy baby, he wants someone in his line of sight or feel until he falls asleep. And at times he will awaken to find us gone and he lets out the most horrendous wail... it makes even the dead howl with him. [see family post]
Then their are other times he will crawl, or should I say commando, towards something or other. Normally towards some form of water or the warmth of the sun.
He loves to play simple baby games with Sadiki, his older sister, and I, but he tires out so quickly that it's hard to play.
OoC.
Current Roleplays.
On Gaia.
On FRP. [private roleplaying website.]
Were-Were is a mama!?
Days in and Days out.
We're ********' Pirates! >;D
[P-rivate T-wo W-ay] Feathers and plants! Oh my!
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 10:41 am
Name; Were-Ah R. Scott.
Age; 14
Height; 5'6
Weight; ...rude.
Skin; has been described as 'sunkissed'.
Posts; Olive.
Personality; Were-Ah is very intelligent, but her Southern American accent makes most people believe that she is slow. But unfortunately she does nothing, blatant, to counter these first impressions.
A very naive and loyal young girl basically. Were-Ah is widely known for clumsiness and also . . . her determination.
Her love of sugary things and go-lucky attitude can make her seem childish and immature, but really she as an adult as any thirty or forty year old. Even if she does love nothing more then for someone to spoil her silly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 11:03 am
Damisin has not met...
  
Damisin has met...
Jin was the second Soul that Dami met. The two have had several playtimes togther. The first was not the most pleasant. But the second made the two 'friends;. And by the third playdate they were throwing balls to eachother! It was adorable.
These two have only met once, but they seemed to have a lot of fun together. Exploring one another, I think it was the first encounter of another their size.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 11:17 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 5:56 pm
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