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 Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 12:06 pm
...Charmed, I'm sure... This is the journal of the Ashe Pasayo and her owner Rown. Only those with express permission may post excluding staff members. In here will be recorded the private thoughts and writings of both Ashe and guardian as seen by their creators. All interviews, opinions and/or commentary provided is not assumedly the same of the staff of Ashes of the Wind. Name // Pasayo Guardian // Piero + Houkan Court // Seelie Role: // ??? Stage // Teen Gender // Female Wind / / Northwest Personality // Timid and Naive Abilities // Charm (Unconsciously) Likes // Darkness, starry skies, tea with scones, bats Dislikes // Being forgotten, heavy silence, poor manners, public transportation
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 5:37 pm
   "Ideally a book would have no order to it, and the reader would have to discover his own."
- Mark Twain o 1 : cert image
o 2 : table of contents
o 3 : introduction
o 4 : pasayo
o 5 : background
o 6 : piero and houkan
o 7 : family and home
o 8 : album and belongings
o 9 : relationships
1 o : roleplay log
1 1 : reserved
1 2 : reserved
1 3 : reserved
1 4 : flatsale prompt
1 5 : credits
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 5:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 5:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 5:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 5:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 8:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 8:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 8:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 8:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 8:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:06 pm
 For the more serious at heart. You've waited so long to arrive at the Faeries courts and you've made your debut at the court. How do you react? How does everyone else react? They're just as curious about you as they are to you. Describe the wonders of the court, the acceptance or rejection waiting you there and your initial reaction to the world of the fae.
Username: Rown
Guardian: Piero Hofmeister
About the guardian: Piero is an student teacher at the local college, teaching the classes of proper etiquette and Victorian Era history. He has a slight German accent when he speaks though German is no longer his main language (he hardly speaks it at all, in fact), and his manners are a total throwback to the Victorian area.
He likes to wear top hats, coats with tails, and gloves.
He wishes sometimes that he could be a ninja or a pirate, but those are only on days when he has a severe head cold and has taken too much medicine.
Egg: Three
Ashe's name: Pasayo
Prompt #: Four
Prompt response:I told myself many a time that everything would be alright, that I would not perform a mistake that would somehow get myself cast out from the Court that I had longed for. My Master and I had practiced proper protocol for the days leading up to my debut, practiced enough that he often joked I was speaking politely in my sleep and bowing even when on the telephone, and as I stood waiting to step inside I could feel something akin to bubbles rolling around in my chest.
I knew this feeling was to be called 'nerves', something I had become all too acquainted with as I grew older and the world grew more vast. I knew the only cure for what currently ailed me would be to face the challenge ahead and take the first step towards the unknown. That, in and of itself, was the problem but as I was to be announced tonight, to debut tonight, I couldn't back down like I often wished and I knew I couldn't talk my way out of this situation. It was far too late now as I'd arrived at the Court already, in 'style' as well according to what Master said, and as I stared at the grandeur that my eyes beheld I could only stop and feel a bit...overwhelmed. To put it mildly.
The twilight sky hung heavily over the land, its pale orange rays giving all the figures moving about an otherworldly glow. There were creatures I'd only seen in my dreams or heard about through chatter with others, creatures whom not once did I ever think would be in the same location as myself. Creatures with wings that seemed so unreal that if you didn't believe in them they'd crumble to dust and fall away, creatures with pointed ears and hairs in shocking colors - not to mention skin tones of all the rainbow. Not that this was anything new to me, the shocking reality being that I myself were of different colors and probably just as odd in appearance. In fact I would more than likely fit in amongst this crowd without so much as hesitation, and that fact bothered me.
So it was with a heavy swallow and the swinging out of my left foot that I did step into the main courtyard that was connected to the ballroom where the party was to be held, the sound of my boot echoing as it connected with stone instead of grass as I had wished. Heads quickly swiveled in my direction turning eyes of all shapes and colors onto my frame, the sound of them all moving in unison something similar to an airplane engine roaring into flight, and if I could have made myself turn invisible and blink out I most certainly would have.
But I can't, so I couldn't, and therefore didn't.
However, to a strange mixture in my heart of confusion and relief, the heads that had quickly turned to greet me with their eyes turned just as swiftly away and back to their original spots of focus. Their voices, which had silenced when I'd stepped in and commanded their attention, slowly rose once more to the dull stream that resembled a hum that was accented here and there by a laugh or an emphasized point in conversation.
What....what had happened? Where did I go wrong?
No one looked once more at me, no one turned their heads and motioned for me to come join them. I had been forgotten, perhaps, based on my introduction alone? Was it because I'd forgotten to bow when I entered and give my name shortly after, or was it because my footsteps had echoed so loudly on the stones and only pulled their attention towards me full of scorn?
Was it my hair, or my clothing? Master had told me that the Victorian style clothing I wore best suited my inner character, so was it my hair then? My appearance perhaps had turned them away from me, at my own debut, and that thought didn't settle inside of me. In fact it slowly welled up in the pit of my stomach like a heavy stone that rolled from side to side, agitating me and causing the reaction I had tried to hard to suppress erupt from my lips.
"Hey! Don't ignore me here! What is up with this?!"
The polite manner of speech that I normally clung to, the manner that I'd learned from the time I was a child, was quickly dropped as I balled my fists and called for attention. I know I'd been feeling so nervous before and wasn't even sure I wanted to be there, but I sure as heck wasn't going to be ignored now that I was here. At least one person could greet me and say 'Welcome' even if it was only for a moment and was part of their job. I could feel the skin on my cheeks growing hotter as one after another the faces turned and looked at me with their many colored eyes and with all kinds of different expressions. So now they wanted to notice me again - how precious.
"You people are worse...worse....man, you just suck!"
Such unladylike behavior was very unbecoming of me and I knew as soon as I'd finished my little rant about being ignored that I'd made a bad decision, but to my shock and perhaps relief...I heard a chuckle. A deep, throaty kind of chuckle that comes from one with age and wisdom, and my attention turned towards a wizened old figure who clapped his hands together with amusement. The youngsters who gathered at his side were giggling as well, their cheeks red from perhaps holding in some kind of joke. As my eyes traveled around the group I noticed most if not all were in the same manner of expression, their eyes merry and light as opposed to what I'd feared in terms of dark and upset. They...they were all...joking with me...and I'd bought into it.
I didn't even have to open my mouth to say anything more when one by one the group came over towards me, their presence overwhelming yet so welcome at the same time. Hands touched my cheeks so gently as they looked me over white some hands clapped me on the back or reached out and shook my own. I was being greeted, being accepted. It seemed that my outburst had let them know who I really was despite my exaggerated appearance and rather timid outshine, and it was then that they couldn't take playing with me anymore. It was 'too cute' or something akin to that.
What a Court. This place was nothing like I'd thought it would be, what I'd dreamed it to be, but that was okay. In fact, it was perfect.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:13 pm
 Please follow the standard rules that apply for journals and basic RP.
"Ashes of The Wind"
Story © Rainbow Lime
Ideas © Ivyro and Rainbow Lime
Artwork © .Epileptic Rainbow., Puppenmacher, Animejet and Ivyro
Banners © FlowerLove
Certs © Ballentine
"Pasayo"
All other Concepts © Rown
BIG THANK YOU ON THE BANNERS TO HALIEKINS
BIG THANK YOU TO HALIEKINS FOR ART OF PIERO AND HOUKAN
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