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 Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 9:38 pm
Welcome to my Olisikits Bio page!
Here you will find all of my lovely little 'kit's profiles.
Oh and say hello to Charcoal my BacoBat and Vesta.
Vesta's the babysitter helper around here. Please direct all questions, comments complaints to her, she'll be unhappy to deal with them, but she doesn't have a choice, so, there you go. xD
Charcoal's the thread guard, so don't do anything funny or else he'll probably suffocate you. He tends to spread ash when he flies. I knew Rodney left him in the skillet too long ._.;;
And aww look. Charcoal has found himself a friend.
-----------------------------------------  Full Name: Vesta Delamarquise
Hails From: Venice, Italy
Powers: Fire Starter
Likes: Home, The canals, Keeping a clean house, fire
Dislikes: Water, The Olisikits running around causing trouble
Personality: Vesta is a bit of a conundrum. She has this fiery no-bullshit attitude, but she's also very proper and hates it when things get out of place. I suppose this is why Crimson hired her in the first place to play house keeper for the Olisikits; you need a strong constitution do deal the lovable mongrels. And that is something that Vesta is full on.
Background: Vesta was born in Venice, Italy and grew up entranced with the city. When she was younger, her father used to take her to see the street performers. Here she fell in love with the fire jugglers, and tried to visit them as many times a day as she could. Very slowly, she started developing what she called a "spark"; she could call fire to her and bend it to her will. In a terrible accident, she set fire to her house, killing her mother and father, leaving her homeless and an orphan. The authorities did look into the fire and they concluded that the fire had been started by a gas leak in the kitchen. But they could never find the spark that set the gas on fire.
Vesta, meanwhile, ran away to join the fire jugglers, and then eventually left Italy altogether, haunted by her own guilt. She was working on the street in town when Crimson saw her and stopped to talk. Who knows why Crimson offered her a job and a roof over her head, but Vesta took it, and now works as a babysitter/pseudo housekeeper when Crimson's not around.
Post color: #E25D24
Pets:Santathulu -----------------------------------------Charcoal Hallow -----------------------------------------Click Here
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 12:41 am
----------------------------------------- Peppermint It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Ev'rywhere you go
Take a look in the five-and-ten,
Glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in ev'ry store
But the prettiest sight to see
Is the holly that will be
On your own front door
A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope of Janice and Jen
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Ev'rywhere you go
There's a tree in the Grand Hotel,
One in the park as well
The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Soon the bells will start
And the thing that will make them ring
Is the carol that you sing
Right within your heart
~It's Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas~ What's the point of Life if you can't laugh a little?? Name: Peppermint
Likes: Christmas, His brother Pippermint, Annoying Crimson his caretaker, Getting into all sorts of mischief.
Dislikes: Mean People, People who disregard life.
About: Pep isn't too hard to understand. He just has this happy-go-lucky attitude about life. He likes to cause trouble and he just drives Crimson crazy, but she knows he means well. Pip is pretty much his only weakness.
Pip is a little more soft spoken and Pep runs his mouth a lot. So while both are nuttier than Christmas Fruit Cakes, they both depend on each other. Of course, as can be expected of twins, they're almost alike to a T. They're made even of the same seasonings. So don't pick a fight if you don't want both on your a**. They're hell when they decide to tag team > : D
Seasonings: Candy Canes, Pine Sap, Christmas Cheer, Holly Berries, Mistletoe Leaves, Crushed Ornaments, Sugar Cookies, Wrapping Ribbon, Wrapping Paper, Presents.
Skills: Annoying the Hell out of Crimson, Singing, Making candy, Fitting into tight places.
Post Color: red
Pets:Basil Ribbon 100 questions and answers about Pep-----------------------------------------
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 9:07 am
----------------------------------------- Pippermint Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing
Ring ting tingle-ing too
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling
And friends are calling "You Hoo"
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you
Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap let's go
Let's look at the show
We're riding in a wonderland of snow
Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap it's grand
Just holding your hand
We're gliding along with the song of a wintry fairy land
Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we
We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be
Let's take the road before us and sing a chorus or two
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
There's a birthday party at the home of Farmer Gray
It'll be the perfect ending of a perfect day
We'll be singing the songs we love to sing without a single stop
At the fireplace while we watch the chestnuts pop
Pop! Pop! Pop!
There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy
When they pass around the coffee and the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives
Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we
We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be
Let's take the road before us and sing a chorus or two
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
~Sleigh Bells~  Pep, I just don't know what I'm going to do with you. It's a good thing we're brothers. Name: Pippermint
Likes: Christmas, His brother Peppermint, A good book by the warmth of a fire.
Dislikes: Interruption, Loud noises.
About: Pip is quite different from his brother, though both can act the same if they like. Pip would rather set up in a quiet corner and read a good book. He's the Thinker, while Pep has always been the Do-er. It doesn't always stop Pep from doing what he wants though, and Pip has been on more than one hair-brained scheme. He is, however, quite protective over Pep. He's probably trying to make up for Pep's scatterbrained-ness.
Pip is a little more soft spoken and Pep runs his mouth a lot. So while both are nuttier than Christmas Fruit Cakes, they both depend on each other. Of course, as can be expected of twins, they're almost alike to a T. They're made even of the same seasonings. So don't pick a fight if you don't want both on your a**. They're hell when they decide to tag team > : D
Seasonings: Candy Canes, Pine Sap, Christmas Cheer, Holly Berries, Mistletoe Leaves, Crushed Ornaments, Sugar Cookies, Wrapping Ribbon, Wrapping Paper, Presents.
Skills: Controlling his brother (most of the time), Able to answer almost any question (resident encyclopedia).
Post Color: #CD0000
Pets:Gingaah Cookie -----------------------------------------
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 10:33 pm
----------------------------------------- Theress Why do they leave me all by myself?
Why do they use me and bring me down?
Why do they hurt me?
Why do they leave me?
Why doesn't anybody stick around?
Why doesn't anyone stay here?
Why do they leave me?
Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?
Small, unsure, beautiful
Breakable
If I sit here, waiting to be wanted
Something good will pass me by
Many people look through the windows
But seldom do they ever look in my eyes
Why doesn't anyone stay here?
Why do they leave me?
Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?
Fragile, helpless, unwanted
Breakable
They can't tell that I am sweet
They can't tell I'm like a porcelain doll
Beautiful and demure
But they will lie to me
Why am I not numb to this?
Why can't I let it all outside my mind?
Don't let me sit here collecting dust
But please be careful, please be kind
Why doesn't anyone stay here?
Why do they leave me?
Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?
Lost, alone, unsure
Kind, demure, small
Fragile, helpless
Breakable
Breakable
~Porcelain Doll, Megan McCauley~  Why be Ordinary, when I can be Extraordinary? Name: Theress
Likes: Attention of any kind, Commanding a room full of people.
Dislikes: Not being paid attention too, Guests whom aren't having a good time at one of her parties.
About: There are three sides to Theress. The one is the child-like Theress who's as spoiled as they come; ATTENTION-IS-OXYGEN-I-NEED-IT-TO-LIVE. She can throw tantrums with the best of them. The second is work Theress. Theress is hired out to conduct social events, a Hostess-for-Hire. She has quite an advantage over other Hostesses-for-Hire. She can Manipulate the emotions around her. Her parties are often the talk of the town and everyone throws themselves at her feet, hoping to secure her services. She books years in advance and at the moment the waiting list is ten years long. The third is Theress with Pip. It is only when she's with him that she truly becomes the person under all the Facades.
When you get past the first two Theress-s she's actually quite sweet and kind. She's just used to being the center of attention and working hard at being perfect. She actually can keep up with some of the brightest minds. Her facade of a brain-full of fluff is just that: a facade. And of course this is extremely useful in her line of work. But because she is very beautiful and because of her work, most people don't expect her to do much but sit there and act like a porcelain doll; seen, but not heard. They expect nothing of her, except what her job requires her to do: a perfect Doll with no thoughts or feelings, no duty other than to be appealing to the eyes, in conversation, in manner. Gracious, kind, inviting. She plays her role well. But of course she has her slips ups. It is then that she shows how truly clever she is and shocks more than a few of her patrons.
Seasonings: Powdered Unicorn Horn, Scented Shimmer Face Powder, Fae Dust, Moonbeams, Starlight, A Pink Silk Hair Ribbon, Shards of a Porcelain Doll's Face.
Skills: Able to catch just about anyone's attention, Able to sit still and learn things not considered appropriate for someone like her, Able to manipulate the emotions around her.
Post Color: #EE3A8C
Toy Box:  -----------------------------------------
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 6:44 pm
----------------------------------------- Star-eyed Supernova Morning smiles
Like the face of a newborn child
Innocent unknowing
Winters end
Promises of a long lost friend
Speaks to me of comfort
But I fear
I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
Here in this lonely place
Tangled up in our embrace
Theres nothing I'd like
Better than to fall
But I fear I have nothing to give
Wind in time
Rapes the flower trembling on the vine
Nothing yields to shelter it
From above
They say temptation will destroy our love
The never ending hunger
But I fear
I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
Here in this lonely place
Tangled up in our embrace
Theres nothing I'd like
Better than to fall
But I fear
I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
I have nothing to give
We have so much to lose...
~Fear, Sarah McLachlan~ The life I once had is out there somewhere. I just have to be willing to find my way back. Name: Star-eyed Supernova (though he prefers just Nova)
Likes: Astronomy, Black holes, Stars, Theress (sometimes).
Dislikes: Other 'kits (he's not very social), Not knowing where he came from.
About: Nova has the most interesting story out of all of Crimson's 'kits.
Theress was stargazing by herself one night when she saw a shooting star land not 2o feet from her. Upon closer investigation, she realized that the star was....'kit shaped?? Well she brought it back to The Doctor's lab to see what he would make of it. We're all pretty sure that Rodney got into the mini-bar later that night because when Theress got the star-rock back it had somehow become an Olisikit. Now whether Rodney actually transformed the rock into a 'kit or Nova already was one we don't exactly know. All we do know is that we now have a anti-social Olisikit who stays in his room with all the lights off and the blinds shut. Damn emo-kit.
Nova seems to think that he came from another planet. He's not sure where exactly, but he knows it's out there somewhere and he's determined to find it.
Seasonings: A Joule of energy, Stardust, A gram of Mercury, and a Lightyear.
Skills: Besides emo-ing in his room?? Not much.
Post Color: #36648B-----------------------------------------
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 6:46 pm
----------------------------------------- Anthea Trapped inside an ugly life
Stuck in my cocoon
I needed some wings to make it right
I had to fly away real soon
I busted out and headed straight
Now I'm loving life
Cause nothing can get in my way
I'm the prettiest thing in the sky
Break me, break me
You think you can take me, take me
Oooh your wrong, wrong
You've been held down too long, long
I'm gonna go, go (hadigigidga)
Cause this is the way I wanna live
There is no alternative
All the colors of the world
Are painted onto me
I'm sick of being a black and white girl
Now finally I'm free
I busted through the atmosphere
Into the clouds I'll fly
Cause up on top is where I stay
Now I'll do what I like
This is the way I want to live
There is no alternative
Everybody knows
That I can't told to be anything but me
Be who I wanna be
Change my life so suddenly
Just like... (hadigigidga)
I'm free
Now that I know that life is cold
I can always be strong
Negativity's gone
I was off but now I'm on
Oooh your wrong, wrong
You've been held down too long, long
I'm gonna go, go (hadigigidga)
Cause this is the way I wanna live
There is no alternative
~There is no alternative, Tina Sugandh~  I've been confined and defined all my life, but not any more. Name: Anthea
Likes: Complete and utter freedom, Running through meadows, Hiking mountain trails, Swimming in deep rivers.
Dislikes: Cages of any kind; imagined or real.
About: All of her life, growing up in the ancient city of Roma, Anthea wanted nothing more than to become one of the Chaste Goddess Artemis's virginal Priestesses and run on the Sacred Hunt. It was visioned that while she did have the makings of a Priestess, one Goddess wanted her more than Artemis, and only for her beauty.
Aphrodite and Artemis had fought over lovely young girls before, and it had not ended well. There is only one rule when dealing with warring Gods: stay out of it. If only Anthea's father had known better. He promised Anthea to both sects, hoping for money, fame, or both.
Aphrodite came for Anthea first and spirited her off to her main temple. And when Artemis showed up? Well you could hear Anthea's father's screams for miles.
As a Priestess of Aphrodite, Anthea would have to have sex with some of the men that came to ask favors of the Goddess. And rather than face that, poor Anthea threw herself over the balcony in her room. When Artemis learned of her fall, she gave Anthea the gift of a new life, by turning her into a Nymph. Aphrodite, not wanting Artemis to get the better of her, then cursed Anthea's body with unsurpassable beauty making any man who saw Anthea want to posses her. Anthea couldn't live in the city anymore so she headed for the forest, finally free for the first time in her life. And to this day, that's where she stays.
Seasonings: A Sprig of Fresh Lilac, A Teaspoon of Love Potion, Pine Needles, A Quart of Clean River Water, Three Golden Hairs from Aphrodite's Head, Moonbeams.
Skills: Anything outdoors-y, Sprinting.
Post Color: #EE7AE9-----------------------------------------
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 6:47 pm
----------------------------------------- Pelidne All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where, going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world, mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one new me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world, mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world
~Mad World, Gary Jules~  Don't try and understand, I'll probably just loose you along the way... Name: Pelidne
Likes/Dislikes: Unknown (she doesn't seem to have any likes or dislikes).
About: Pelidne is...unusual. Most will agree that the 'kits that come out of Dr. Mckay's lab are crazy, but Pel takes the cake.
Pelidne has no concept of space, time, and reality. She lives in her own world. She's a sweet 'kit, but everything that comes out of her mouth is utter nonsense. She can be seen sitting, completely still, in the same chair for hours on end staring at the wall. And then all of the sudden, she'll become instantly animated. There's no rational pattern for her behavior. But, she's never violent no matter how provoked she is.
Something horrible happened to Pelidne to put her in this state. But she, nor anyone else, knows what it was. The trauma that sent Pel spiraling out of reality had to have been pretty damn horrific however; even if Pel doesn't remember anything, Crimson sometimes sees her flinch and watches as her eyes become shadowed.
Seasonings: A Spoonful of Caramelized Sugar, Corset Bonning, Strips of Damaged White Silk, The Dust off of a Butterfly's Wing, Rosewater, 24 Carat Gold Flecks, White Rose Petals, and The Stray Thoughts of a Lost Mind.
Skills: Unknown (Pel exhibits no skills whatsoever....unless you call staring at walls a skill).
Post Color: #FFB90F-----------------------------------------
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 10:47 am
----------------------------------------- Jilly Hey father,
I want to put you to an end
Hey father,
I'm almost over it again
Hey father,
You were never my friend
Hey father,
I've lost my mind again
Officer, what will you do?
Officer, I'll pay you
I'll pay you to shoot him now
I will pay you to take him out
I will pay you to shoot him now
I'll pay you to blow his brains out
Hey mother,
Did he hurt you again?
Hey mother,
I warned you it has got to end,
Hey mother,
Swallow your pride you know it's true
Hey mother,
You know he hurt me too
Officer, will you please
I'm begging you,
On my knees,
I'll pay you to shoot him now
I will pay you to take him out
I will pay you to shoot him now
I will pay you to blow his brains out
(My sanity's lost now)
To choke him now
(The sad times are over)
To ******** him up
(I've taken control now)
To make him drink from the same dried cup.
Hey father,
I wanna put you to an end
Hey father...
I will pay you to shoot him now
I will you pay you to take him out
I will pay you to shoot him now
I'll pay you to blow his brains out
~I'll Pay You to Shoot Him, Megan McCauley~  Nobody wants us, broken on the inside. So we make our own families and hope that it's enough. Name: Jilly
Likes: Being cuddled, Receiving affection, Soft things.
Dislikes: Yelling, Loud noises, Being hit, Watching others hit or being hit.
About: Jilly is a sweet little kid 'kit with a dark horrible past. Yet even with his abusive history, he loves cuddling and if given the chance will latch onto the nearest Olisikit. His sweet demeanor, adorable looks, and high pitched voice often have people mistaking him for a girl. But Jilly doesn't care so long as they pay him attention.
Jilly wasn't always an Olisikit though. He was once a human child. His father was constantly abusive to him and his mother. Jilly, too young to understand that he had nothing to do with his father's hatred of him, continued to try and regain his father's affection. But, after being hit too many times, Jilly learned to turn to his mother whom refused to protect Jilly from his father but gave him 'special' attention anyways.
Jilly's father became jealous of the attention his mother gave Jilly and, in a drunken rage one night, beat poor Jilly to death and left his broken body lying in the cotton fields a couple of miles from their house.
Now there are old legends about sleeping amongst the cotton where the Fey live. If they took a liking to you, they gave you new life and let you live forever. No one knows what happened to Jilly in that cotton field, but he woke up as an Cotton Olisikit. He lived on the streets for another couple of years before he attached himself to Crimson as she was shopping one day. She didn't have the heart to make him go and instead brought him home.
Nowadays, Jilly mostly spends his time in the company of Theress or Pelidne. Though he prefers Pelidne, because she'll hold him for as long as he wants without complaint, whereas Theress has too much work to get done.
Seasonings: Cotton Seed, Flax, Bruise Ointment, A Leaf of Clinging Ivy, A Half a Cup of Optimism, Tears of An Innocent Child.
Skills: Looking cute, Clinging to people.
Post Color: #B9C885-----------------------------------------
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 8:57 pm
----------------------------------------- Violet I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can't you see that you're smothering me?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know I may end up failing too
But I know you were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
~Numb, Linkin Park~ 
Name: Violet
Likes:
Dislikes:
About:
Seasonings:
Skills:
Post Color: #-----------------------------------------
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