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Hello! Welcome to Thimble’s ‘Journal’

This is actually a multipurpose thread, containing within it logs and links to all of Thimble's worldy presences, solo blatherings, and in-situ rp. In order to distinguish all these different forms of activity, I've made use of the different posting styles.



The first page is a special page: it's exempt from the general structures.

Furthermore, in order to distinguish different events from each other, a breaker image is used. Before I have a breaker image set up, a post with [[ Breaker Image ]] will be used. Please do not start a new post if a breaker image has not completed the end of the event, unless it is an in-situ roleplay and you wish to join the in-situ roleplay.

Additional notes:
[[]] Are used to indicate editing notes.
(()) To be used for OOC chatter: please keep this to a minimum :3
This is the color of Thimble
All posts by other people will be quoted, unless those people are making the posts themselves.

In-situ roleplays:
You only need to read this if you plan on RPing with Thimble in this thread

Roleplay within the thread is welcome: It is considered roleplay within Thimble's room. There are two setups: 'closed door' and 'opened door' -- closed door pretty much means you need to knock on the door (ICly) and if Thimble's in and is open to company, she'll respond by opening the door, welcoming you in, etc. she'll usually expect that you want something from her, unless you're already good friends and she has a kind of open-door policy with you which means you're welcome to drop by anytime just to chat and be banal.

'Opened door' means that the door to Thimble's room is, quite literally, open. In these settings Thimble is usually relaxed and receptive to company: so an informal poke-round-the-door 'hey how ya doing?' leading to a more settled conversation is easy stuff. Opened door situations are usually initiated by me, usually with a kind of introductory post (eg along the lines of "humming to herself, Thimble kick-knocked the chair into her desk, open the door, and collapsed stomach-down on the bed with her book o' learning, casually flipping through the pages, her feet absentmindedly waving through the airs")

In either circumstance, don't take it too personally if Thimble gets a bit fidgety and initiates a kind of 'well see you later then' sequence: she might want to go to sleep,.prepare for a class, or just want some alone time. I'm trying to keep any roleplay in here as realistic as possible: this is, after all, Thimble's 'home' and is ultimately a personal space, whilst a kind of communal living setting like this is more intimate and open than having a house in the suburbs, there are still normal social etiquette and the like to have in regard.

In regards to time: OOC time passage is ignored, so the 'setting' in which it occurs is taken from the point it starts, and times passes as appropriate to the length of rp. For this matter, please do not bring in any 'future' events or happenings into the current roleplay, if some OOC time has passed since starting the roleplay, please check with me through PM first if it's ok to introduce a new chara, or just don't refer to any significant events (eg. gettogethers, thread events, introductions -- If Thimble met your chara 'later on' please resist from making a new-first introduction type roleplay.)

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Thimble, a Choleric Kinesthetic. - - -
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For some people, appearance is as straightforward as a photograph; a simple outer husk; a mere question of visibility; of rendering form with the eye and analysing it forthright. For Thimble, there is something more dynamic about her, a vibrancy of life that cannot be adequately captured in any one moment in time. A fluid entity that is more recognisable for its change and movement than its fundamental nature. It is the gifted photographer that can catch time, it is the gifted photographer that can catch Thimble.

And so, to describe Thimble, rather than churn out a list of colours and lengths, as though critiquing different styles of cloth at a store, there must instead be construed a chance meeting, a few fabricated moments in time, in which can be carved a moving image, the essence of Thimble's physical self. It is only this way that Thimble could be considered real, something more than a stuffed doll in her likeness. It is only this way that Thimble can be known, even though she has not so much uttered a word.

She stood. Still as stone, her right hand limp at her side and her left crossed against her chest and clutching at her shoulder. Her head was cast back slightly, so that her hair, normally possessive of the curves of her face, felt stronger the call of gravity and hung awkwardly in the direction of its beckoning, like bungee jumpers who've lost their bounce and are forced to wait, suspended in the air, until the natural way of things are restored. Her eyes were similarly adrift, the kind of eyes that, though open, did not truly see anything. They betrayed something deeper about her stonely standing self, in that they seemed lost; she seemed lost to the world around her, immersed so deeply in her environment that the small portion of herself, that concentrated lump of being pressed on all sides by its surroundings, had not the power to shift the vastness. And so she stood without so much as a twitching muscle, strangely intense and yet... contradictorarily... strangely dispersed, with her head cast slightly back and her eyes far-seeing yet vacant.

It was difficult to tell that she was a she. There was something androgenous about her, something that refused to conform to the general notion of what being a 'she' entails. Something that seemed to stretch beyond sheer physical pointers; her flat chest, her cropped hair, her broad shoulders, for there was something decidedly feminine in the sleekness of her face, and the slight curve to her hips. She seemed almost a chimera of genders, both he and she and neither, a strange beast at odds with the rest of the race of beasts. And still she stood.

There was something reptilian about her skin, perhaps it was the colour; green as a turtle, riding through currents in deep-ocean, perhaps it was the dryness of it, the kind that is normally righted with a plethora of products, that threatened to break out in scale-like patterns, although never quite carrying through with its malicious promise. Perhaps too there was something reptilian in the light dusting of freckles across the mid-portion of her face, darker coloured blemishes that rode across her nose and cheeks, although it would stretch the mind to rationalise how they reminisced of lizard-kin. And still, she stood.

Let it be said that you moved, unable to parallel her strange stillness. Perhaps it was the sight of movement, caught in the corner of her eyes, or perhaps the sound of it; of rustling fabrics, of shifting weight pressing into earth and bracken, that caught her attention, pulled it from whatever distant (or immediate) lands she was visiting. With slow deliberation, like bending a bough threatening to break at any sudden stress, she nestled her chin down into her shoulder, and then in one fluid motion, like releasing said bough and watching it whip out in a shower of loosely-secured leaves, she swung her head to face you, head on, both eyes sharply focused, piercing in a gaze far removed from the one that prior trawled the heavans.

Before you can flinch, start at the intensity of her attention, she swung, first her shoulders, then her hips, to follow the turnings of her head. As she did so she dropped her upraised arm, revealing on her shoulder the Choleric symbol, tattooed boldly with the darkest of inks. In each of her actions was a fluidity, as though regardless of the destination of each of the parts, it was vital they did not transcend space to arrive there. She rocked slightly in the momentum of her turn, and then took a step forward, her face breaking into an amiable grin that softened immensely the ferocity of her focus. Bringing her right forearm up to serve as a mid-air rest for the elbow of her left arm, the entire set up looking from the front like a box-like 'U', she splayed her fingers in greeting, before swinging in energetic step to turn in her her heel, addressing you now with her back, rocking again to the echoes of momentum, losing herself once more to the enormity of her surroundings..

In her dressage, it seemed she treasured practicality above fashion. Indeed, to question her as such would prompt another easy grin, you were sure, one that would be shared shyly over her shoulder. It seemed so clear, so obvious, that she would respond this way. She seemed to inspire familiarity, as though you have already shared a lifetime, when, in reality, you had only shared a few, fleeting moments.

Strange, strange creature as she is.

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Record - - -
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Credits:
Basic credits: 0?
Lun: 0?
Sol: 0?

Classes:
Attended:
None

To be attended:
Rhetoric with Melonia
Cooking with Tryna
Astronomy with Professor Elias
Physical Education with Orrys
Law with Bardane
Art with Raelyn
Math with Paxar
Philosophy with Eleuthero
Special Event: Botany with Quenda in the Outside
History with Tamerind
Music with Aureus and Argentum
Science with Abrid
Animal Care with Lelaus

Spells and Abilities:
None

Technoequips:
None

Sparring Record
Number of Spars: 0
Won: 0 Lost: 0 Drawn: 0

Monsters Fought and Battles Won:
0

Known Empyrs: (for details see Relationships)
None

Prerequisite Checklist:
In order to advance to the next stage, Thimble needs to:

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Profession - - -
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Any work Thimble has done as an Assistant,
Or the direction in which she is taking her life.

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Pets/Familiars/Etc - - -
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Aka things that follow her around.
(Or that she can make follow her around)

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A curious thing of note - - -
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Thimble holds many quirks, but perhaps the oddest of these is her incomprehension regarding genders. She knows that it is a difference, yes, but she doesn't understand why it is such a critically defining one; that, in the understanding of the person whom it describes, it somehow offers more insight or information than describing some other feature, such as hair colour, or appendages such as horns. She can understand it as a breeder's concept, as it applies to animal husbandry, but, naturally, she doesn't link this with Empyreans, since they do not have an equivalent.

Thimble often has trouble distinguishing between the genders, particularly when it comes to faces, or young persons. Perhaps as a result of this, and her general apathy regarding gender significance (not feeling the need or urge to separate Empyreans in such a way), she has developed and uses, unthinkingly, a set of gender-neutral pronouns, whereby 'hep' replaces he/she/it, 'hux' replaces him/her/it and 'han' replaces his/her/its.

So the statement
"She gave him back his books because he asked her to"
Would be said by Thimble as:
"Hep gave hux back han books because hep asked hux to"

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A look into the scrying glass - - -
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Some of the following additions (or combination of) may require the Dreaming Pool. or may not be achievable. At this point the list is simply a stage of reference. Subject to change or the crushing blow of can’t-do. :3

Stage 1
Caprian Eyes - 400g. Horizontal rectangular pupils with a full iris and no whites, like a goat
Caprian Ears - 200g. Goat-like ears, slightly elongated and fuzzy.
Felis Stud Horns - 200g. A small pair of studs on either the temples or the left and right side of the brow.
Canine Tail - 800g. A curly husky, fox-like or retriever-like tail. ((Husky tail, so curly and waggable!))
Felis Claws - 200g. Adds small dog-like claws to te tips of each finger.
Total: 1800g

Stage 2
Demonic Eyes - 400g. Change the colour of one eye to a different colour. Specify which eye and which colour. ((right eye, a kind of amber or red-honey colour ?? If possibble to addition with Caprian Eyes, which I guess would make her eyes otherwise yellow.))
Draconic Muzzle Western - 800g. A western style dragon muzzle with raised scales and small spikes.
Caprian Crown - 1000g. a pair of goat horns that sweep back over the temples and curl inward slightly. If upgrading from Felis Stud Horns, price 800g ((would upgrade from stud horns. Since would make more sense placement wise. *notthatitmakesadifferencepricewise* ... if double horn sets are possible.))
Caprian Ram Horns - 1200g. Curved Ram-like textured horns on the sides of the Empyrean's head. Can be upgraded from Felis Stud Horns (that were placed on the temple) for 1000g.
Aqueous Shoulders - 1000g. A set of soft or spined fins sprouts from the shoulders. ((Soft. If possible doubled, ie two on each shoulder, set one under the other))
Draconic Arms Eastern - 600g. The arms are smoothly scaled with furred tufts coming off the elbows.
Caprian Legs - 800g. The legs become those of a satyr.
Total: 5600g

Stage 3
Caprian Face - 400g/800g. 400 for a short, well trimmed beard, including goatees, short beards, soul patches and other stylish facial hair. 800 for long, shaggy or spikey beards. ((Like a Unicorn beard. That's right, a girl with a beard, to all you prejudiced, I say baah!))
Felis Tribal Markings - 4000g. Either jagged or swirling facial markings on the locations of the face as specified, select colour. ((Swirled))
Total: 4400/4800 (?)


Unlisted additions to be quested for …
Felis Tribal Markings => Arms only
Echidna back quills
Inverted tails ((Hopefully to be implemented at same stage as quills... to have the husky curl going the other way... aka away from the spines))