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 Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:36 pm
a h o y. a n d. w e l c o m e⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ ♆ The small, cozy room is accented with weathered wood and natural furniture.
Netting drapes from the ceiling as decoration; starfish, shells, and other trinkets occupy shelves here and there.⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ ♆
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:40 pm
b i o⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ ♆ Uncertname..Azuza Tairn
stage..Witchling
race..Currently, she doesn't know.
age.. 17
sex..F
orientation.. ?
height..5'5"
build..Lithe; athletic
personality..mellow ˖ amiable ˖ meandering ˖ outdoorsy ˖ free spirit ˖ slow-paced ˖ dense (can't take a hint)
hobbies..the ocean ˖ collecting shells & pebbles ˖ jewelrymaking ˖ ship-watching at port ˖ running
history..
- earliest memory: wandering, barefoot and grimy, as a child in moonfall port
- no recollection of parents, curiously, or heritage/race
- taken in by port workers & sailors
- lived and worked on ships; learned to craft jewelry as a hobby
- accidently learned of her magic one day; surprised
- port friends encouraged her to attend makai academy
- aspirations: control her very clumsy magic; learn about her unknown parents/heritage ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ ♆
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:46 pm
m a g i c
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to come?
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:47 pm
r e l a t i o n s
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none yet.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:48 pm
i n v e n t o r y ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ ♆chompy
a peculiar, grinning little creature that followed azuza home.hand-made jewelries
bracelets, anklets, necklaces woven from straw and hemp; decorated with nautical bits such as abalone shells and pebbles.
azuza sells them sometimes for a bit of spare gold.seashell & stone collection
it's grown to quite an impressive, if not borderline ridiculous, size.bandages/gauze
azuza burns through these like crazy.⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯ ♆
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:51 pm
c r e d i t s
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Lilium Hallow © Omiekins
Azuza art © Omiekins
Azuza character ©Stratham
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:58 pm
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:59 pm
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:59 pm
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:00 pm
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:01 pm
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:02 pm
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:03 pm
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:04 pm
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
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