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 Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 12:59 pm
AHahahah. i really shouldn't be making this yet seeing as how the poor artist girlie hasn't gotten her payment stuffs yet but emsaidicould >.> I hope that you like it in your little motel
And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 1:01 pm
I'll have to look at Harper's journal to figure out what goes here >.>Well I can see it as time and a sight through smell
That's why it's nice to be by yourself
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 1:05 pm
oh. dates or whatever? I wonder why I ever put a post for that!Because that's what I'm waiting for
That's what I'm waiting for
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 1:48 pm
 Basic Stuff.
Full Name: Bishop Morn Quill
You can also call her: by her middle name or last name.
Gender: Female
Age: Non-existent.
Special: She's a Barn Owl chicka.
Skin Colour: ????
Hair Colour: ????
Eye Colour: ????
Bodytype: ????
Adores: Books, Movies, RPG videogames, People watching, Mysteries, SciFi stuff, MAGIC, exploring properties of magical artifacts, dimensional travel, Music, Birds, Outdoors, Dancing, Twilight and heavily cloudy daytime, rain, water, Harper<3, Lee<3, people who aren't afraid of her after getting to know her. Love/hate relationship with honesty.
Abhors: Guilt, Heat, sunny days, being told she's wrong, people not believing her, being excessively dirty, snow, rodents and insects (they tend to make her hungry >.>; and she can't stand the sounds they make), smoke and the smells therein, alcohol (we won't know this for sometime I know xD) Love/hate relationship with honesty.
Job: Being a figment of imagination.
Abilities/Notes: Sound - Bishop has very, very good hearing and can hear things on ranges normal humans can't. (like, perhaps, a dog.. or in this case, an owl razz ) That said, she often misses things most humans WOULD hear because her brain is concentrating on the small noises tiny creatures or insects are making.
Vision - Bishop has very poor vision during the day. She can't take daylight that well, especially without sunglasses or something to that affect. She's basically the equivalent of being blinded by looking directly into the sun during the day, only obviously in doors and with sunglasses it's a bit more manageable. At night, however, she can see a little bit better than most people would. (her nightvision is not up to par with her natural kin, however)
Other Random Stuff - She can swallow exponentially large pieces of food, usually meat, in comparison to her size - and often does, taking small bones along with it. Such bones are usually coughed up later in a disgusting display.
Personality: I'm prolly gonna rewrite this AGAIN later, because it's hard for me to phrase the various ideas when I haven't rp'd her so take this all for a grain of salt >.> Bishop is in a perpetual state of fascination. She's delusional, her 'overactive imagination' is brought to an extreme state, and what she thinks is happening is sometimes not at all what actually is happening. While she can sometimes be proven wrong and accept her delusions for what they are, she is also a very stubborn girl, and sometimes holds fast to their truth. She's endlessly curious and exploring the possibilities of the various parts of life, but for the most part quiet and willing to play a spectator rather than player unless engaged by one of the other players first. She's entirely introverted, and contented with such, and when not being placated by the happenings of her glamorous life in a wealthy and magical mansion she is pacified by her vivid imagination and abilities to awaken worlds that exist only for her. (Only, they don't exactly exist only for her. xD) She is, however, not a subtle thing and can be very insistent and steadfast for something she's hung on to; but because of her imagination can often 'space out' for long periods, even days at a time, disconnected with reality. She is also not shy or inhibited, but can be quiet, so may seem that way. She aspires to unraveling the mysteries that abound around her, both real and unreal, and is all too quick to group things up in white and black, good and evil categories, all the while hoping and second guessing which side she is on herself. Given her wealth, she has obvious trouble empathizing with poverty or material restraint, and also given her wealth, has trouble properly grasping certain consequences, often thinking she can get away with more than she can simply because of prior experience. (yeah, you will notice some similarities to Harper xD) She's not purposefully disrespectful or rebellious, however, she simply doesn't let such things get in the way of grander... aspirations. ;D
OOC NOTE: Bishop's fantasy world often takes over her 'real world,' and thusly, if her posts make absolutely no sense it is merely a perspective issue. I'll do my best to make sure this is very clear when it happens, however >.>
Misc. Stuff.
Favourite Time of Day: Twilight. (purely for the sake of her vision - while she functions best at night, she does enjoy the light)
Favourite Weather: Cold, wet, light and chilly breezes.
Favoruite Colour: Dim dark gray purples, black, white, ruddy browns and beiges and sunny browns.
Favourite Kind of Music: She can 'deal' with most anything for Harper's sake, but her favorite songs are usually ones with plenty of pianos, airy voices and/or classical instruments. (read: violins, cellos, wind instruments, etc).
Favourite Activity: ???
Music is awesome.
This Song Sounds Like Me...: Saeglopur
If I were a Dancer I'd Dance like...: The Waltz (this isn't intended to be a 'I dance this well' thing, merely a idealized/I imagine myself dancing like thing. Obviously she isn't a world champion dancer lawl)
These Songs Reminds Them Of Me...: Little Motel, Space Between, People are Strange, Glycerine
 We treat mishaps like sinking ships and
I know that I don't want to be out to drift
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 1:59 pm
piccus are posed to go here ;o Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
They both tell me that we're better than this
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 2:55 pm
  Basic Stuff.
Full Name: Maverick Quill (yes, that definitely is NOT her realname)
You can also call her: Mave, some people call her Rick.
Gender: Female
Age: 38. She attributes her youthfulness to 'make up.'
Special: While she is for all intensive purposes 'human' she is from another realm entirely, sort of like a human-alien if you will. Her people boast a longevity greater than humans - but it is not natural, merely the fringe benefits of peculiar magical elements.
Skin Colour: A 'healthy' ivory colour.
Hair Colour: Dark red.
Eye Colour: Blue.
Bodytype: Mave could be a fitness model if she wanted to - intensive two times a day training with private trainers and her own gym to accomodate her, not to mention a rigorous 'job requirement' to be in top shape has every muscle in Mave's body toned, so much so that she may be beyond 'attractive' to some people. (as in, you are so in shape it's kinda too intimidating/gross, not you are so believably amazing your more than attractive.)
Job: She's a broker for the most part - buying and selling interesting artifacts. However, most of Mave's 'professional' time is spent exploring the traits of her 'not for sale' artifacts, and where she gets the bulk of them is anyone's guess.
Abilities/Notes: Fitness? - Her fitness is not at all for looks. (although she might disagree.) Mave is very strong, and more importantly, very fast, agile, flexible, and capable of numerous feats of contortionism.
Backstory: Maverick came from another dimension, a parallel universe, or 'another level' depending on how you'd look at it. Her people were given an abundant supply of 'magical' properties on their home realm, and harnessing these elements granted them very early on in their cultural progression the ability to travel to other realms freely. They were ruled, still, by a king who ensured his position as the culture became more and more powerful - disallowing any hope of a democracy in favor of his own line's solitary rule. Obviously the quickly 'enlightened' culture would not allow this for long. Maverick was one of the elite bodyguards assigned to the newest King of the monarchy. She was trained as a more... subtle assassin, killing not with weapons but with the aquisition of politically deadly secrets, and was 'naturally' blessed with abundant feminine wiles. She was utterly devout to her king. A lustful affair conducted between the two, and although the King was already married, Maverick married as well under the title of a 'concubine' who also served as a most intimate bodyguard. However, anarchy ensued and Maverick was no longer able to stay one step ahead of her King's political enemies - she herself had been taken prisoner by a single assassin named Maddox, who consequently ripped her from the plane and brought her to Gaia. They separated then, Maddox satisfied she was trapped on the plane without his aid and his magical devices to return them home, and here Maverick has been for fifteen years.
Personality: Maverick is a terribly charming woman. She's painfully rich, too, which of course helps with making friends. She's playful but respectful, coy and mysterious but gives the impression of sincerity, and flirtatious but serious at appropriate times. She's an elegant and graceful creature, yet intimidating to boot. Mave is far from faultless however.. when one gets down to it, un peels all the 'layers of the onion,' Mave's entirely selfish. Not in a childish way, but in a down to the dirty way - the only true allegiance and loyalty she's known being to her (presumed dead) King. She might not outwardly hold her wealth over others, but if her presumed importance in comparison to another person's were forced, her truer colors would come out. Still, Mave doesn't exist to lord things over or take things from others - such things are purely collateral damage and she's convinced herself her often devious intentions are for the greater good.
Misc. Stuff.
Favourite Time of Day: Night.
Favourite Weather: Pokey-hot summer.
Favoruite Colour: Royal purple.
Favourite Kind of Music: ???
Favourite Activity: Haha.
Music is awesome.
This Song Sounds Like Me...: ...
If I were a Dancer I'd Dance like...:
These Songs Reminds Them Of Me...:
That's what I'm waiting for, aren't I?
That's what I'm waiting for
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 3:32 pm
  Basic Stuff.
Full Name: Lee William Ross
You can also call him: Lee.. pretty much cuts it, but he sometimes answers to 'slave.'
Gender: Male
Age: 27.
Skin Colour: Caucasian tanned.
Hair Colour: Pale blonde.
Eye Colour: Blue.
Bodytype: While he's not in GREAT shape, he's in 'good enough' shape for his job, as he's forced to garden large grounds and often called upon to carry about stuff. He's still a pudge overweight, though.
Job: Slave. Err, butler/gardener/limousine driver/nanny/butler/maid/experiment subject
Abilities/Notes: ...Uh, yeah, lol.
Backstory: With a typical 'low class' english accent and the just-long-enough for a pony tail blond hair of a butler, Lee is otherwise quite opposite of stereotypical impressions. Lee met Mave when he was 17, some ten years ago. He had just dropped out of highschool and was going to marry a rather evil woman who was pregnant. He was a delivery boy and was just dropping off a shipment to the insurance company Mave was working for at the time - just as she turned in her notice, and on her way out for the spur of the moment offered the young man a job. Soon after his fiance's child was born and it became painfully obvious the baby was not his, (she was lighter than he, and the baby was dark as night,) Lee moved in with Mave and became a full time live in employee.
Personality: Lee is a simple guy. He's easily contended, underpaid, somewhat abused and very much so taken for granted, but he's okay with it. He thrives on the smallest of compliments and is utterly sincere in all his promises, but he has low goals in life (and thus, easily accomplishes them.) He's not terribly bright, either. He is, however, terribly loyal to Mave and is one of the few people she truly trusts. He loves children to pieces and animals as well, and considers himself lucky to have the job he has. (basically, he's a golden retriever.)
Misc. Stuff.
Favourite Time of Day: Morning. Start of a nice long day!
Favourite Weather: Spring. Perfect working weather and he doesn't have allergies.
Favoruite Colour: Sky blue and leaf green.
Favourite Kind of Music: Classic rock.
Favourite Activity: Gardening, babysitting Bishop.
Music is awesome.
This Song Sounds Like Me...: ...
If I were a Dancer I'd Dance like...:
These Songs Reminds Them Of Me...:
We trade tit for tat, yeah, that for this
And I don't think that there was an insult that was missed
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 6:41 pm
I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
I'm very sorry
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 7:17 pm
That's what I'm waiting for
That's what I'm waiting for, darling
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:23 pm
The remainders of a shooting star
Landed directly on our broke-down little car
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:25 pm
Before then we had made a wish
That we would be missed
If one or another just did not exist
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 9:07 pm
Stage One » The Cabbage
Requirements » 2 diary posts of any type (diary entry, solo story, or joint roleplay)
All children begin as cabbages, but roleplaying the cabbage stage is optional. You can find more information here. At least one of your posts must be:
A » Caring for the cabbage plant,
B » Making the decision to adopt an infant, and/or
C » Introducing your primary guardian character(s)
Stage Two » The Baby
Requirements » 1 Closed or Open RP, 4 Solo Entries
Stage Three » The Child
Requirements » 5 Open RPs, 6 Closed RPs, 8 Solo Entries
Stage Four » The Teenager
Requirements » 8 Open RPs, 10 Closed RPs, 19 Solo Entries
Stage Five » The Youth
Requirements » 10 Open RPs, 12 Closed RPs, 20 Solo Entries
Stage Six » The Adult
Requirements » noneBecause that's what we're waiting for
That's what we're waiting for
That's what we're waiting on, aren't we?
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 10:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 10:51 pm
A lost seafarer, alive
Has returned home
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 11:10 pm
A diver comes
Has returned home
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