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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:33 pm
Cert Here
Name: Kailani Crane || Item: Ship in a Bottle
Date of Arrival: February 6th, 2009
This Journal is for Kailani and Ira Avery Crane (Sacinda Path) only! If you wish to post in this thread, please seek their permission first.About Kailani
A.K.A: --
Gender: Female
Stage: Toddler
Guardian: Ira Avery Crane
Features:
+ Left eye is Blue
+ Right eye is Brown
Powers:
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:21 am
>.Shop post
>.Navigation
>.Rules
>.About Kai
>.Guardian
>.Gallery
>.House
>.Friends and foes
>. Gifts
>. growth tracker (ABC's ect...))
>.Winning Entry.
>.Disclaimer
>.reserved
> Journal rp posts>.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 4:11 pm
- Obey all Curio Shop rules and guidelines.
- Don't steal the art or my ideas!
- You may post here if you own a Curio, are dropping off a gift or have reciced permission before hand torp with Ira or Kai here.
- Don't take anything Ira says to seriously, he's an a**, just because he is horriable to you dosn't mean I don't like you so no drama ooc please.
- I will report you if you post without permission.
-Follow the Gaia ToS.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 4:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 2:06 pm
 Name:Isra Avery Crane
Nickname:Ira to most,
Age: 24
Personality: A very cold and cynical man, he can be considered cruel in his icy disposition towards others. He never really warms to people and he'll avoid large social gatherings like the plague and despises idle small talk, he never really speaks unless he has something to say and he doesn't raise his voice. In an argument he is nothing but the most chilling scorn. His options he'll keep to himself occasionally writing them in his diary. But if pushed he'll say something that sometimes completely lacks any tact or regard for another's feelings. But most of the time his face is a mask, hardly animated with expression or speech he might as well be a statue and he does have a habit of sitting or standing very still and getting lost in his own thoughts for hours on end.
And I know all of this will lead you to think, why on earth would this man make any kind of mentor for a child that has had such a hard life? Well believe it or not Ira is more likely to draw children and animals towards him than any adult seeking a half way decent conversation. Because he will listen to the endless jabberings of a small child without complaint. Watch them play and tend to them if they are hurt. Gently put a comforting arm round a sobbing infant and scold them without raising his voice.
Teach without drilling it into them. And show his disappointment with raise of his brow that will often make anyone hang their heads. In short he has a solid outer shell of ice but inside his heart still beats warmly.
Extra notes: And what also makes Ira an extreamley attractive prospect is the fact that he has alot of money inherited from his father who it is rumored acquired his fortune by less than legal means but by that time he had enough money to make any unpleasant consequences disappear.
Elliot however also had an accident when he was younger which he never talks about but has left him with a permanent limb so he usually carries a crutch or cane.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 2:12 pm
  Just a ship in a bottle I picked up in a Odd little shop at the back end of no where but it pleases me in a strange way to have it close. And I have always enjoyed the sea.
Click For Cert.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 2:14 pm
 Basment: Storage and wine cellar.
First Floor: Hallway, dinning room, lounge, retiring room, office, Kitchen, 1st Bathroom
Second floor: 4 Bedrooms, 3 with onsuite, Libary, 2nd bathroom with Hottub and large bath.
Third floor: 3 bedrooms, 2nd lounge area/music room.
Fourth floor: Servants rooms.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 2:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 2:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 3:39 pm
 .Item to Toddler.
- Acquiring RP
- 1 Journal/Solo RP
.Toddler to Kid.
- Growth Response
- 2 Playdates
- 1 Group RP
- Learning their ABC's and 123's
- 1 Journal/Solo RP
- Solo RP: Individual Prompt
.Kid to Pre-teen.
- Growth Response
- 4 Playdates
- 2 Group RPs
- 2 Journal/Solo RPs
- Discovery of a Talent
- 1 School Related Post
- Solo RP: Individual Prompt
.Pre-teen to Teen
- Growth Response
- 6 Playdates
- 4 Group RPs
- 4 Journal/Solo RPs
- 2 School related posts
- Change of Outlook (Something not as cool as before, suddenly cool, etc...)
- Solo RP: Individual Prompt
.Teen to Young Adult.
- Growth Response
- 8 Playdates
- 4 Group RPs
- 6 Journal/Solo RPs
- 4 School related posts (Graduation? Drop out?)
- Level of Rebellion (Leave home? Stay at home? Good terms? Bad Terms?)
- Solo RP: Individual Prompt
.Young Adult to Adult.
- Growth Response
- 8 Playdates
- 4 Group RPs
- 6 Journal/Solo RPs
- Setting their course
- Solo RP: Individual Prompt
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 3:46 pm
I won Kai in a FlatSale With this Entry!
Curio Name: Kailani
Curio: Ship in a Bottle
Guardian: Ira Avery Crane, (me^^)
Which stage would you like to start them at?: Toddler
Gender: Female
Hair: White and cut into a bob just brushing the top of her shoulders
Eyes: One brown one aqua blue/green
Clothing: Normally she likes to choose something from her vast box of dress up but when she if forced into average clothes she wears a blue and black tye dye shirt, a knee length black skirt with a slight flare showing the dirt and grass stained knees above bare legs and brown boot clad feet.
Special Traits: Although her skin is a brown tan colour she has stark white web like skin between her fingers and toes.
Personality: Kai is very normal for a child, boundless energy and unlimited imagination, although abit of a tom boy at heart she loves racing off on new imagined adventurous normally joined by other children. Who of course she quickly takes charge of normally as ’captain’. She Loves nothing better than to lead a group of ragamuffins into some new danger or explore new and exciting realm.
She is clearly extremely bright and intelligent but needless to say that any academic education usually fails epically at keeping her attention for more than a few minutes, although she likes arts and crafts and anything to do with building and creating fascinates her and keep her engaged for hours.
And despite her habit of dragging her friends into sometimes dangerous situations she is actually extremely affectionate and social loves to be around others and pull them into her fantasies.
And apart from her short attention span her major flaw is that she can become demanding, if people go against her commands or call her magical imaginative world stupid or fail in their duties to her as their captain she quickly looses her temper even becoming violent.
Thats great! Now sum them up in three words: Confident, Imaginative, reckless/courageous (depending on how you look at it.)
Just for fun, what would make them go absolutely CRAZY?: She loves Oranges and tangerines. She goes crazy for the citrus fruit even taking them over sweats. Bad crazy? Having someone challenge her leadership in one of her games, especially if it’s a boy.
Insert your favourite quote/joke/saying/tip here: The Time has come, the Walrus said to speak of other things of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings!
Prompt Response: Kai has the flu! Oh no. How does she react? (3)
Kai had been sick, like any normal child would she had caught the flu, and it had hit her particularly hard maybe because she had been previously lucky enough to be sparred any fevers and illness. And you can bet that she had made sure that she wasn’t the only one to suffer during this time. Her patient ,steady guardian and the servants that worked in the vast manor house under him had all been subject to hearing how much the wretched bug was killing her, slowly turning her into a snot monster, Or how she insisted that she didn’t have the flu at all but instead had been poisoned by the evil snakula people for stealing their treasure. Even the fever could not tame her imagination if anything it made it more wild as she piled more and more ridicules demands on the house staff and adopted parent. Only stopping to break down to self pitying sobs when the headache and tummy ache reached a level to much to bare at which point she was lavished with hugs and dosed up and read to or allowed to watch her favourite cartoons.
All in all they were probably glad when she at last exhausted herself and with the help of some calpol fell into deep healing sleep.
It was day five of her illness when she woke up feeling considerably better , more alert and not so dizzy. Although her nose was still blocked and every few minutes resulted in an extravagant sniff. She looked around her brightly painted room, hand decorated with great care so she was presented with a sprawling underwater scene with vast numbers of fish and seaweed. But it was empty, the only other truly living creature there was the kitchen cat who had retreated from his mouse catching duties to curl up on top of her toy box. Kai sniffed again and rubbed at her nose.
Pushing away the covers she scrambled out of bed, she was so tired of this, tired of sleeping all the time and feeling so icky, it was horrible and she would have to do something to remedy the situation. She walked over to her toy box and picked up the sleepy feline, the poor toms back legs dangling as she clutched at him, but luckily the creature was to mild mannered or just to lazy to do much more than mew in protest. “hush kitty.” she scolded him. “We have to be quite so that the evil trolless doesn’t hear us.” (she meant the house keeper) Keeping hold of the cat she opened her toy box and took out a army camouflage hat and fixed it awkwardly to the cats head then she got out her favourite and sea captains hat and stuck it on her own white locks. “you can be my first mate,” she told the cat. She dropped the feline suddenly into his paws as she fell into a coughing fit, the spasms burning her lungs and throat painfully and making her eyes water. The Cat made a break for it trying to slip out the gap of the door but she recovered in time to reach out and scoop him up again. “Don’t run away Mr Tom!” she chided him. “I could get really sick and turn into a monster or something, we have to find the cure.” And so Mr tom secured in her arms she reached up and pulled open the door sneaking off down the hall slowly on bar webbed feet.
She set Mr Tom down on top of the stairs so she could climb down crouched behind the banister, following him to the ground floor and down the corridor. “Careful there are always monsters in caves.” she warned the feline who took no notice what so ever anyway. Only meowing pitifully when he found his way blocked by a closed door. “shhhhhhh.” Kai hissed urgently and crept up behind him pushing the door open a fraction and peeking through, inside as she had suspected the cook was sleeping in her favourite chair beside the old fashioned black stove. Mr Tom slipped through eagerly jumping lightly up onto Cooks lap before Kai could stop in. “Nooo…” she hissed but to late. However the cook only shifted in his sleep and fell back to sleep. The girl breathed a sigh of relief and sniffing quickly rubbing her nose with the sleeve of her night gown she crept into the room.
Bicoloured eyes landed on her target almost instantly, a large fat orange laying in the fruit bowl on the table. She licked dry lips, not having eaten very much during her illness she suddenly felt hungry. Glancing towards the fire to make sure that the ‘dragon’ was still fast asleep she climbed onto one f the table chairs and reached across. Quick as a flash she scooped up the treasure and bounded down fleeing the kitchen with a parting woop of victory. Mission successful she returned to her room to enjoy her ‘cure.’
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 5:18 pm
Disclaimer:
All Art is (c) their Respective artists.
The idea of Kai is (c) to me and
all Curio ideas and art (c) to the shop,
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 1:37 pm
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