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 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 11:44 pm
  Name: Mirorim
Stage: Pre-teen
Gender: Male
Eyes: Bright violet
Hair: Dark brick red
Distinguishing Features: Half-face mask
Reflection: Paradox (Mirror)
Guardian: ???
Likes: N/A
Dislikes: N/A
Mate: None
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:29 pm
 Hi! Welcome to the Journal~!
1~ Shattered post
2~ You are here
3~ News and Rules
4~ About Mirorim
5~ About Chuu!
6~ Friends
7~ Gifts, Toys, etc.
8~ Our Home
9~ Lurve!
10~ Credits
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:30 pm
News~
January 8, 2006~ We meet Ilistala and Ioyla!
November 24, 2005~ Mirorim said his first word since his name! I'm so proud of him!
October 31, 2005~ The Halloween party was so much fun! I got to see Jocelyn again and I saw Asrafel, Shauna, and a nice man dressed up as a priest!
October 12, 2005~ Made friends with Eight and her daughter, Shauna! Shauna has a feel about her that reminds me of Mirorim... Also, one of Ror's beads turned red!
October 8, 2005~ Met a strange girl named Rae!
October 7, 2005~ The shard started to ripple, and then the most adorable toddler came out! His name is Mirorim.
September 6, 2005~ I found a weird mirror shard near a mask shop. I think I'll keep it and see if anything happens.
Rules~
1~ Only post if you're Shattered guardian, someone
leaving a gift, or someone who has my permission to RP.
2~ No spam. Durr.
3~ No godmodding or basically being an RP jackass.
4~ No sex.
5~ Follow the Gaia TOS and the main Shattered rules.
6~ Yes, I am Ror's real guardian- Chuu is my OC.
Don't ask about it.
7~ I will not take any amount of gold or items in
exchange for Mirorim, so don't even try.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:31 pm
 Name: Mirorim; nicknamed Ror
Age: Toddler; seems to be around 4 or 5
Gender: Male
Eyes: Magenta
Hair: Red
Other Features: White mask; cat's cradle with beads
Abilities: Excellent at mimicry- he can perfectly copy someone's words and facial expressions! When he copies another Shattered, one of the beads in his cat's cradle changes color- perhaps a kind of magic that helps him learn more easily?
Likes: Leaves
Dislikes: His inability to communicate
Personality: Unkown
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:32 pm
  Name: Chuu Willowchild
Age: Appears to be ten
Race: Treeborn / Worldhopper
Info: Chuu is the soul of a white willow tree from a world of magical influence known as Benriir. Since she emerged from the tree, she has been one of the kindest, cheerful, and nondiscriminating people that you'll meet. No matter if you're an angel with unbelievable beauty or someone who bears the worst scars imaginable, she'll still smile at you and make sure you're happy. She's yet another case of a person with a heart bigger than her own body- and with a good bit of magical talent to boot. Most of her abilities vanished after she left her homeland, but she can still do simple things like fly and conjur up food (mainly candy and cakes). As with many of the characters on Gaia, Chuu is surrounded by enigma- so she's bound to have surprises up her sleeve.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:33 pm
 Eight and Shauna- We met in an ice cream parlor! Shauna's such a sweet little girl, and although Ror doesn't know how to show it yet, I know that he loved having her company! Eight's a really nice person, too. She really likes chocolate! (rusty red bead)
Jocelyn- I met Jocelyn at a party before, and then Ror Met her during Halloween! She's very smart. (green bead)
Karma- It seems like there's two definite sides to this one. (half blue, half red bead)
Ilistala- Mirorim led me to Ilistala and Ioyla when we went inside a store that sells chocolate- doesn't that sound like the best place in the world? Ioyla seemed to really care about little Stala, who seems to be a girl who would like to be challenged once in a while. (orange bead)
Elle- She's so beautiful and kind! It's like she can make any place like a home. (earth-toned bead)
Every time Mirorim meets someone new, it's like part of him is unlocked as he learns!
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:35 pm
 
Oh wow~, a pie with wings! It just flew in one day and stayed with us!
A necklace made from the leaf that helped Mirorim learn to talk.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:42 pm
 Chuu and Mirorim currently live in the west room of a run-down duplex near Gambino Port. It provides a bed, a bathroom, and a small kitchen area. There is also a shelf that contains many strange-looking objects; one can assume that Chuu took them from her homeland. Not much time is spent in here, and how the rent gets paid is just another one of Gaia's mysteries.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:45 pm
 
Hello. My alias is Mouse, and I am from the Internet. 8D
I am 17 years of age, and I live in a suburban borefest in the northeastern corner of Kansas. My interests include biology, animation, graphic design, 3-D modeling, writing, RP, drawing, Earthbound (GREATEST GAME EVER; I'm obsessed with it) and pacing around the house in deep thought.
In 2002 I was diagnosed with Aspberger syndrome, a mental disorder that some categorize under autism. In a nutshell, this means that I think differently from the norm (pictures and concepts instead of words), and also had a lot of struggle with social boundaries in my childhood. People seem to be surprised when they learn I have a mental disorder, so I guess it's not as evident as it once was. XD
This might sound very cliche and teenager-ish, but I am a unique individual. Social norms outside of wearing clothing, bathing regularly, and not touching people are a bother in my view, so I generally don't recognize them. In the classes I'm not completely quiet in, I will say what comes to my mind regardless of what people may think of it. Frankly, I think it's very amusing that I confuse and annoy some people. If they're like that, then they're probably not worth talking to.
I am slowly but surely getting over a large inferiority complex that has been hanging over me for years through stubbornness, humor, and support from friends I don't know what I'd do without. Lately I feel that I've been the happiest that I've been in a very long time.
Each character that I have is a representation of part of my own personality. Chuu is like a bubbling at the surface that I sometimes display- but for something to bubble the surface, something has to be deep within. Even though I can be very dour and acidic at times, here's to hoping that perhaps I'm actually a kind, caring person at heart despite my apathy.
...Whoa, this thing is getting longer than most of my RP posts! XD So sit back, relax, and enjoy my attempts at a show. :3
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 1:47 pm
 Diary concept (C) Anya! XD
Shattered artwork (C) Orestae.
Shattered Concept (C) Orestae and Alania
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2005 4:30 pm
~Ships, Stars, and Mirror Shards:It was a salty, sweaty, noisy pre-dawn morning in Gambino Port, but that's just how Chuu Willowchild liked it. Granted, the child would still have liked it if it were completely deserted and raining like a b***h- but that's beyond the point. The sun was about to rise and Chuu was out to go and watch.
Watch the stars fade, that is.
She had quickly dashed out to the west side of the building that she currently lived in. There wasn't a walkway between her and the ocean below, but that didn't seem to be a problem. Floating came naturally to her, and she wasn't exactly one to be noticed: although she was a short purple girl with traits akin to a mouse, there were demigods and half-demons and royalty warriors with giant talking swords bearing extravagant names in Gaia! Why, then, would anyone pay attention to someone like her?
Little did she know (or did she know?) that someone was watching her- one of those mysterious higher power types that seemed to take an unusual liking to people of Chuu's stature. And it was with a mysterious movement of its mysterious will that a mirror toppled out the window of a nearby mask shop. The crunchy tinkle of breaking glass reached the young magician's ears at good speed, and she went to the direction of the sound to go help clean up the mess.
Carefully, carefully... as careful as a cockroach is squeezing through a circuit breaker, the treeborn dextrously placed the pieces back together in the mirror's frame as if it were a puzzle that could make you bleed if you messed up too much. She had already long missed the west end of the sunrise, but making sure people didn't step on broken glass was more important.
Something was amiss with this mirror, though. It looked like all of the pieces were in place except for one that didn't seem to fit anywhere. Chuu tried to ponder this, but something interrupted her train of thought.
Between Chuu, the mirror, and the odd shard, time seemed to flow forward, backward, inward, and outward all at once. Whispers swirled around on an unfelt wind, and all the emotions that a world could feel concentrated themselves on that very spot. It seemed like the feeling would never stop...
...But it did, eventually. Except for a small linger that would probably be imprinted upon the mirror for quite a while. And the two pieces of glass did that strange multiple reflection that always happened when you put two mirrors close together.
What might become of this shard that was a reflection of both itself and nothingness? Would a completely blank slate with no feeling emerge? A suffering corpse from the world it was once from? Or maybe... just maybe... could it be something completely different? Completely normal, by this society's standards?
Only time, the most terrifying and reliable thing in the universe, could tell. :End~
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2005 7:14 pm
~Home is Where the Shard Is:People with less sense probably would have discarded this piece of glass, either thinking that they were hallucinating or that something evil dwelt within it. And, to tell the truth, Chuu almost did just that. But just as she was about to prepare a way to get rid of it, she felt an overwhelming need to nurture whatever was inside.
And what better way to start taking care of this strange piece of glass than to get to know it? Through the course of the day she went on long walks down the beach with the shard, listened to music with the shard, tried on cute cosplay outfits with the shard, and even ate ice cream with the shard.
But would any of this make a difference? Chuu thought that she could feel the threads of fate connecting herself with the piece of mirror, but magicians could be wrong about these things. For all that she knew, she could be slowly playing out the requirements needed to release an unimaginable evil power upon the whole of Gaia. But this was a risk that she was willing to take, because nobody in her eyes deserved to be unhappy and neglected.
The day ended too soon with the Chuu showing the shard how pretty the sky was when the sun started setting and the stars slowly began to appear, one by one. And soon enough the young magician had fallen asleep in the comfort of her bed in the west end of a small, run-down duplex in Gambino port. The mirror shard was by her side, loosely wrapped in blanket so it wouldn't cut anything.
:End~
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 1:15 pm
~Ripple Reflections, Part 1:Morning.
For once in her life, Chuu had slept in. She had missed the sunrise. Upon realizing this, she let out a slight sigh of disappointment and her ears drooped. Must have put a bit too much enthusiasm into getting to know her little mirror shard. "Oh well, maybe tomorr- oh?"
The little piece of glass- something was different about it. Instead of having a shiny silver surface, it had become dark and somewhat foreboding. Ripples played across its surface- perhaps it was trying to pull something in? To the magician, it looked like it could be a portal to another world.
Chuu drew her hand out from other the sheets of her bed and slowly approached the shard. As her fingers brushed across the surface, she felt- cold resistance. Wherever this enigma led to, the little girl was not invited.
"Hmm... what do you want, little one?" :To Be Continued~
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