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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 12:46 pm
I n f o r m a t i o n :: Name: Willow.
Gender: Female.
Date of Birth: November 10th, 2010.
Dust/Essence: Pumpkin.
Stage: Child.
Personality: Sinister, Creepy, Illuminating.This is the journal of Willow and Faust. Follow all of their rules as well as the guild's rules and Gaia TOS.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 12:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:09 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxo1. welcome.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:21 pm
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willow.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________  Name :: Willow
Name Meaning :: From the name of the tree, which is ultimately derived from Old English welig.
Gender :: ???
Personality ::
Willow does not like to rely on others and lives with the view that if you want something done right then you have to do it yourself. She would rather attempt things on her own than ask for assistance and feels inadequate if she has to seek help to complete a task or anything else for that matter. This nature has moulded her into secretive and independent little girl. She is mysterious in the fact she never tells people anything, she will sometimes disappear for hours without a word about where she was or what she has been doing. This is mainly due to the fact she is always causing mischief, she likes to play tricks on people and is always up to laugh at the discomfort or misfortune of others. She is very playful and sees having fun as a more constructive way to spend her time than working. She is very easily bored and it is from this which triggers her random and uncalled for acts of trouble causing. This of cause means any kind of establishment or ruling bugs the hell out of her. She hates being told what to do and more often than not will do the exact opposite unless she feels it will benefit her in some way. She likes pretty things, not necessarily valuable, just nice to look at. If you really want her to do something the easiest way to do so if by offering her payment as her guardian soon found out, however this does not mean she will do the job to her best efforts... just do the bare minimum required to get her trinket, unless she is motivated to do the task given to her! She is somewhat of a hoarder and her room is filled with junk which she sees as her personal treasure stash. She is very protective of things and will throw a fit if she catches someone touching what is hers. You will soon find when something pisses her off she has a mean temper and she is a little easier to annoy than most. Despite all the flaws she may have Willow is a confident and outgoing girl and has no problem with going up and starting a conversation with a stranger. She finds it easy to make friends due to her optimistic and bubbly personality, however very difficult to keep them. She does not empathies very well and can often say hurtful things without realizing. She is not the kind of person who sees her own flaws and anything that does not go her way is often blamed on someone else. She can also lose interest in a person very quickly, as a girl who is easily bored, if there is nothing interesting or unique about a character she will simply go off of their company.
Hobbies ::
Pumpkin Carving -- Willow loves to carve pumpkins and has become somewhat of an expert with a knife. She takes great pride in her art work and even names her creations on completion.
Costume Creation -- Some girls spend hours picking out a outfit for the next day, whereas Willow spends a year planning her Halloween costume. Halloween is her favourite day of the year and she wants to make sure she looks perfect for such an important event. She comes up with multiple designs throughout the year and is self taught in the art of sewing and dress making.
Funky Words -- Willow has over time developed her own language based off of the theme of Halloween; words like Spooktacular and Jeepers Creepers are common phrases used in every day conversation. Even though her slang is sometimes hard to understand it is one of the things that makes her unique and it seems to be yet another way she vents her creativity. __________________________________________________________________________________________________
faust.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Guardian's Name :: Faust
Name Meaning :: This is the name of a character in German legends about a man who makes a deal with the devil.
Age :: 26
Sex :: Male
Personality ::
Faust is a man who is in his mid twenties. His family for generations have run a small inn and he puts a lot of time and effort into the business. He is a mature and responsible man who is known throughout the village as a gentleman, always willing to help someone in need his generosity is usually taken advantage of. Faust is a shy soul who likes to keep out of trouble however with the arrival of Willow he has started to open up, to her at least. He sees her as a little sister who he is meant to protect and has sunk into his motherly role very well. He is patient and understanding, even though the two do not always see eye to eye they have a solid relationship, he is in fact very protective of Willow. He just wishes she would not get into so much trouble, often inn regulars complain about the little girl who puts frogs in their beds.... 
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:22 pm
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friends.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:24 pm
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roleplay.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:25 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:27 pm
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art.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 3:28 pm
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credits.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Original Idea (c) BP-chan Art (c) Tooaya Cert (c) Tooaya Faust & Willow Characters (c) Oooka Thread Layout (c) Oooka Graphics (c) A Million Eyes Characters to the people who RP them!
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:06 pm
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solo o1.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Thank you very much! I will see you next month! Have a safe trip!” Called Faust; waving after his regular delivery man. He smiled and looked down at the wooden crates which had been dropped off, all filled with alcoholic beverages for the bar. The young innkeeper owned a small establishment, which consisted off a few guest rooms, a restaurant, a bar area and of cause his home which was hidden away in the basement. Business was not booming however he earned enough to get by and live a comfortable life. The thing he liked about it the most was the fact he was always on his toes doing something. He was a hard working man and as such he always felt better when he thought he was achieving something, be it something as simple as making a dirty floor shine.
He dragged the crates into the bar area, whipping his brow before he began to sort through the vast variations of bottled drinks he had ordered, placing them carefully up on the shelves in their right places.“Let’s see what we have here... Wine.... Gin.... Rum.... Grouse.... Champagne....” He listed out loud before he picked up a rather strange looking bottle giving it a questionable look. “What do we have here? I do not remember ordering you...” He mumbled to himself inspecting the item in greater detail. It did not have a label and there certainly did not appear to be any kind of liquid beverage inside. There must have been some mistake at the suppliers. He cocked his head to the side not really knowing what to do. The delivery man was already too far away for him to return it.
He ran his finger up the smooth glass slightly mesmerised, it was not like anything he had ever seen before. How could something as simple as a bottle look so beautiful? It must have contained something very special and unique. He did not know why the item had caught his attention in such a dramatic way however for some reason he did not want to throw it away. Something inside of him was telling him not to. How bizarre indeed...
As he stared into the orangey container he heard someone open the door and approach the desk. He smiled and went over with the bottle still in hand. “Hello and welcome, how can I be of service?” He asked with a warm and friendly expression painted across his lips. He reached for the guest book putting the bottle in the cabinet under the desk without thinking, so he had his hand free to retrieve the documentation he required. He continued talking to the women at the front and when her request was dealt with he slipped the book back in the cabinet next to the bottle and headed back to continue his bottle sorting.
He figured there was nothing he could do with the bottle right now, especially when he had so much work to do. The best thing for it was to leave it there for the time being and return it to the company when the delivery man came back with his next order. After all he did not know the value of contents of the bottle so he did not want to throw it away in case it was something special.
... He had no idea how ‘special’ it really was. 
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:09 pm
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solo o2.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ A month had passed since Faust had found the strange bottle mixed in with his order and he had kept it out of mind over the passing days, only really coming to realise it was still in his possession when he went to get the guest book which was kept next to it. It was now in December and the inn was abuzz with activity and sparkling lights. Even though he put up the tree and put in a lot of effort to make sure that his guests felt the Christmas presence, he himself did not really keep the holiday dear to his heart. He would be working after all and since he did not have any family in close enough reach to visit the whole thing did not really mean a lot to him. Just something he could exploit to make more money. After all mince pie and sherry sales alone would put a nice penny in his pocket.
So the order of beverages this month did contain quite a lot of the traditional Christmas drinks on top of his usual order. After dealing with a guest checking in he put the book back in its place and saw the bottle resting where he had put it all those weeks ago. He reached in and pulled it out to hold it in his hands, he did not know why but he was holding it very delicately like it was some kind of egg and his eyes scanned over the beauty which was this little vessel once more. He ran his finger over the vibrant orange which was present in the glass and he spoke softly. “Well then, I guess this is goodbye, shame you really brightened up that cupboard.”
He nodded his head, and then he heard the truck outside. He sighed and looked down at his little trinket once more. Something was telling him not to do this. Why had he grown so attached? He looked as the guy got out the truck and closed his eyes putting the bottle back in the cupboard and shutting the door. He did not want to give it away. He did not know why but he had a feeling that this little bottle had made its way to him for a reason and even though he was in the wrong keeping something which was not his, however he also did not feel right giving it away.
After he had talked to the man and pulled the new carts inside he waved farewell to his usual delivery guy and went to stacking his new drinks in there appropriate places. Luckily this time there was no extra surprises in the batch. He wondered back over to his desk and brought out the bottle, putting it next to the pen and one of the small Christmas trees that he had set up all over the place, he still could not believe he had just done that, it was highly out of character for this honest man. He rested his chin on his palm and stared over at the trinket. “Well you have been promoted to decoration.” He stated, his nostrils filling with the wonderful sent of Pumpkin. __________________________________________________________________________________________________
solo o3.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Faust lay awake in his bed. He had not slept much lately and he knew why. He sighed and sat up, rain pattering down his window and his blue eyes wondered to the side to observe the drops. He slipped out of bed and stood up stretching and putting on his dressing gown. He folded his arms and wondered down the wooden stairs of the old inn. Turning on the main lights and then slowly making his way over to his desk. He ruffled his hair and sat down on his seat his blue eyes scanning the orange glass of his new found desk buddy.
Reaching out he wrapped his fingers around the thin rim and brought it to him, resting it in his other hand, he was almost cradling it; he wanted to make sure nothing happened to it. He looked around to make sure he was the only person here; he did not want to appear like he was crazy to any customer that might have wondered out of their bed. When he was sure he was safe he sighed and looked down on the object that had been on his mind constantly.
“You know, I think I might be going crazy. The other day a man came him and he told me you were going to do something quite odd. That one day you would grow to be a child, a life. I do not know what to think, I mean that is impossible but even the child with him seemed determined this was the case. I do not know what to think. Maybe they were just crazy, or there was some truth to their claims.” He began in a gentle voice; he could not believe he was down here talking to a bottle; however he felt like he needed to do it. He closed his eyes and brought the object to him, hugging the cold glass against his chest. He was so precious about the care he took with the bottle. He had grown an affection to it that he did not understand himself.
“I just want you to know, if this is the case I will not turn you away. I have never believed in destiny before but I know that you were brought to me. If I was truly meant to take care of you then it is a responsibility I welcome. I guess all I can do is close my eyes and wait to see what tomorrow brings. At least I got some warming; you are going to drive me crazy I can tell.” He smirked and let out a small laugh. Shaking his head in disbelief, he was really doing this wasn’t he? He opened his eyes and brought the orange bottle away from his body. His nostrils getting a strong sent of pumpkin once more. He tilted his head, a genuine smile forming on his lips. “How do you do that? Does it mean you are happy?”
He asked, finally getting to his feet and carrying the trinket upstairs into his room. He put it on his bed side table and pulled the covers back, slipping once again into his soft bed. He took one last glimpse of his precious before he turned over to lean on his side; soon drifting off to sleep. “Congratulations... you have been promoted to roommate.” He mumbled, his last words before the world of dreams took him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 6:55 am
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solo o4.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ It was not often that Faust found himself lost in the world of dreams, but tonight he found his mind was enchanted by vivid images of far off lands and interesting characters. For tonight, Faust was a pirate, which was quite strange for multiple reasons. The first being he was incredibly scared of boats and the second being that he was never a man who wished to travel, he was always content in where he was and what he was doing. The whole experience was rather odd, however dreams did not need to really make sense. One moment he was on the deck, eyes searching across an ocean of blue for any signs of life, and the next he was being dragged quite forcefully into the captains cabin by quite a large man with tattoo's and pale eyes.
He was thrown onto the wooden planks quite violently and after a moment his bright eyes looked up to see a quite strange sight, for the captain was just a child, with orange eyes and an extravagant hat.
There was a smirk painted across her face, one that seemed oddly familiar even though Fuast had never met the girl in his life. After a moment she stood up and wondered over to him, putting her peg-leg under his chin and forcing him to look up at her. If he had been stood he would have towered the girl, but alas that was not to be. His body would not obey him and he did not understand why. He would never forget that evil glimmer to her orange orbs, or the way she rested her hand on her hip so casually. He would have thought that he would of dreamt of a beautiful mermaid, not some mischievous looking child.
The next thing he knew vines started to grow from the floorboards, as if to swallow him hole. He reached for his neck but they seemed to be tightening, he fought and thrashed. The girl that was before him unravelled and joined the plantation like it was an extension of herself. He could smell pumpkin, the sent was strong and dominant in his nostrils.
Faust lent up in bed suddenly, drawn awake by a orange glow that was coming from the bottle on his bedside table. As it by magic leaves started to sprout and it wrap around the bottle as if to cradle it. The inn-keep looked on, utterly dumbfounded by the event. The long ribbon like trails continued to grow, as if to attach itself to the table in which is rested, he pulled the covers up to his chin, like he used to do when he was a child. He was for a moment totally still, until the glowing of the bottle disappeared and all was left was a few orange sparks that seemed to float around it like fireflies.
He reached out, pale fingers touching the glass which was unusually warm. He did not understand why the bottle had somehow come to life, but at the same time he remembered being warned that this might happen. So that girl? Was she the one who was to come from it? Or was it a strange coincidence?
He bit his lip and brought back his hand, it all seemed to unreal, this world was filled with magic and wonder but he never expected a small miracle to happen before his eyes. Maybe it was his destiny to be granted this gift, he just hoped that he would be ready for what might be coming his way. He always knew he would make a good father, but it was not often that someone was thrown into parenthood like this. He shook his head and tried to collect his thoughts and before he knew it, he was speaking to the bottle once more.
"I once had a cat called Willow. I am not too good with names but I think its about time you got one.... I really loved that cat." He explained, flopping back in bed like all his energy had just been drained, he was not drinking milk before bed -ever- again.
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