An elaborately decorated journal sits in the middle of Morpheus's bed. It appears hand made and well kept, though it's pages are adorned with elegant, but near illegible hand writing.
Stacked carefully upon the bedside table are four small handmade journals. Each is adorned with it's own charm, representing it's purpose. A sleeping cap for dreaming, a Christmas tree for gatherings, a Reindeer for nature, and a snowflake for weather. These journals are filled with quick blurbs, doodles and items that belong to the journal's particular subject.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 4:18 pm
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Life Events
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12/10/12 - Won Petite Colette's raffle! 12/11/12 - Journal set up begins!
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12/10/12 - Hoorah! I be head'in home for the Holidays! Blessed be this morning! I shalt not take this gift for granted, ye be promised that! 12/14/12 - My fathers be as giving as saints! But, ho, they weep for children they hath lost. Candles be lit in their honor this night... Aside, however, me thinks they still be alive and well. Mine instincts hath never steered me wrong... 12/16/12 - Whimsy hath lead me back to the Academy for holiday festivities! What gladsome tidings will mine eyes behold? 1/21/13 - My fathers, they have returned home. It is with great sorrow. But, I remain stilled, they are needed elsewhere. Be safe, parents, be safe... ✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞✯✞
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 4:49 pm
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Morpheus
Name: Morpheus Nickname: Morph, Fee, Ferris, Merris Sex: Male Age: 23 Stage: Adult Item: Cornucopia Torch Height: 6'3" Eyes: Bright pale holly green Hair: Dark brown Skin: Pale ivory Style: Kilts, fur, vests, Celtic, Scottish, English, old, vintage, loose, manageable, ripped, tights, boots, warm.
Commonly known facts: Morpheus speaks with a deep rough, brash British-Irish conglomerate accent. He is incapable of speaking without bit of old English vocabulary. (Thine, thy, hath, thou, shall, shalt not...etc) He is attracted to fire, coal, soot, pine trees and deer. Christmas is is absolute favorite holiday and everyone needs to be happy and merry or the whole day if ruined. He's also the most giving b*****d that occupies the universe.
Hidden facts: Morpheus has a "sense" that guides him directly to animals or beings in distress. He loves pancakes and honey maple smoked bacon, he will worship you if you make him this for breakfast in the morning. His parents came from another world and are looking for their missing children and family, which Morpheus is helping them with. When faced with Mistletoe, he blushes and flails, even if he happens to be the one hanging it. Morpheus is bisexual and prefers men.
Overall Personality Morpheus is the wild, brash, cheer-mongering young man that only wants you to experience the world in all of the glory he imagines it can be. To him, life is one big celebration and everyone should always have a bottle of soda and song to sing. Though blunt, brash and at times awkward with his speech and actions, Morpheus means no harm and only intends to have fun. His generosity seems to have no bounds, shelling out his hard worked allowance for a Holiday party or your birthday is no trouble at all. His time is your time and vice versa, he wants you to be as happy and comfortable as he is.
With his wildness aside, Morpheus does have his upsets to his otherwise balanced nature. For instance, he has no tolerance for those who "bash" Christmas or refuse to cheer up at his parties. While this doesn't mean he'll argue with you, but he will become bent on getting you to be happy. He'll offer you the finest food, the best drinks, even the best seat in the house until he sees you crack a smile. But if you dare to leave the party unhappy, he'll be filled with great concern for your emotional well being. From that day forward, he'll treat you with care and try his best to figure out ways to make you happy. He doesn't handle rejection well, in fact, it just confuses him and will make him want to try harder. The words "No", "I don't want" and "I'm not going to be happy" are incredibly hard for him to understand and pay heed to.
The Good
Giving/Generous - Morpheus would paint your house, fix your car and baby sit your cats, dogs and kids for three weeks, all because he loves to help others. Though this is a beautiful thing for the most part, it does leave considerably large holes for the dishonest to roost in.
Brotherly/Paternal - Morpheus tries to make friends with everyone and host as many gatherings as possible for his loved ones as his calender will allow. He loves to look after and care for "young'ins" and does so without question.
Brave/Heroic - Unafraid and unashamed, Morpheus stands without a bother to check where he might be going. He'll gladly save your life from a murderer, donate a kidney or get tested to see if he is a bone marrow match to someone he doesn't even know. He believes that the goodness of others can always triumph the darkness that lingers between.
Humorous/Jovial - "A good joke or two never heart no one", "Let us celebrate, if only for a little while!" Two of Morpheus mantras tend to prevail all others, those of good humor and those of celebration. You have a reason to celebrate? Invite Morpheus! He'd be more than happy to attend and bring gifts and food!
Honest - Morpheus doesn't like to tell lies, even if it were in the case of a surprise party. If he has a secret, he has a hard time hiding it. He'll grin, chuckle awkwardly or even hide from you. If the secret is that of a more serious nature, he'll try his best to monitor what he says and keep a straight face. But, with a funny guy like Morpheus, secrets often just spill out with the rest of what he has to say.
The Bad
Brash/Rough - Morpheus' words and actions have a certain degree of roughness to them that can make him seem rugged or forceful. He has a loud front, which can upset quieter folks.
Blunt/Unfiltered - Morpheus doesn't have a filter on what he says to people. Often times, he's straightforward, with no beating around the bush during conversation. If he's thinking it, he'll say it loudly and without fear of retribution.
Stubborn/Selective hearing - Morpheus doesn't take no for an answer. In fact, he down right ignores it. If he wants to light the electric chandelier's candles on fire and invite two hundred people over for coffee and a movie, he's damn well gonna do it. And he'll do it with pride.
Prolonged Energy Crashes - It seems that Morpheus has a habit of partying until he can't even bear to flinch. Once he's out of energy, he's dead to the world. He'll become a walking corpse if he's forced to go out into the daylight and you may just find him fast asleep under a tree or... Upon a park bench. He's especially hard to talk to while he's like this, nothing he says makes sense and he sounds like a raving drunk.
Overbearing/Overly Concerned - Like a worried mother, Morpheus is always looking out for your well being. He despises sadness, loathes anger and wants to completely abolish shyness. If you have depression, he'll probably never leaving you alone. Begging him to stop only makes him more concerned for you because he views begging as a form of crying.
Pastimes
Partying/Hosting - In his mind, Morpheus is the king of celebrations! He loves to attend, host and contribute to any sort of celebration. If you have a party, Morpheus has the enthusiasm.
Carpentry/Wood works - Morpheus loves to make things out of wood and give them to people as gifts. His favorite things to make rocking chairs, wooden hair brushes and children's toys.
History/Researching - Surprisingly, Morph has a taste for history and knowledge. He loves to study old civilizations and the ways they celebrated holidays and events. He's fascinated by Native cultures.
Astrological Signs
Sagittarius
Element: Fire
Planet: Jupiter
Symbol: The Archer
Stone: Turquoise
Life Pursuit: To live the good life
Vibration: Overly expressive - frequent burnouts
Secret Desire: To make a difference in the world
Description:
Ruled by the benefic planet Jupiter, Sagittarians possess a natural exuberance, sense of adventure and love of life that makes them one of the most optimistic zodiac signs of all. Like their astrological symbol - the Archer - Sagittarians are renowned for aiming their sights towards whatever it is they find alluring - a love partner, dream job, vacation - and making it their own. They believe that anything is possible - and because of this belief system, Sagittarians are adept at seeking out their very own pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
But sometimes trying to tie down these free-spirited individuals is frustrating for those around them. Sagittarians are happiest on the move - exploring new cultures and ideas and many are attracted to occupations related to travel, the media, outdoor work and philosophical pursuits. In love, their catch-cry is "don't fence me in". But once they find a partner who understands their need to retain their own sense of self and identity, Sagittarians can be the most big-hearted, generous and fun-loving companions of all.
Freedom loving, optimistic and honest, Sagittarians are ruled by Jupiter, the planet of abundance and higher learning. The wisdom of Jupiter imbibes Sagittarians with an inherent need to develop their own unique philosophy of life. The Centaur is their astrological symbol, and it gives many insights into the Sagittarian personality. The higher-evolved Sagittarian learns to integrate the two ends of the Centaur (half-human, half-beast) in order for their arrow (another Sagittarian symbol) of higher aspirations to be more on the mark. Although they are intellectually and spiritually advanced, Sagittarians are notorious for their lack of tact. In relationships they demand independence, but when in love, it can't be denied that they are one of the most big-hearted signs of the zodiac.
Goodness Gracious, Great Balls Of Fire! -Level 5Seriously, Morpheus, don't your hands get burned? Morpheus can summon medium sized balls of fire for defense, lighting candles or just because he can.
Gah! Fire Imps! -Level 3Ugh, these little critters are a pain in the a**... Morpheus can give a trio of flames the ability to walk, climb and do his bidding for up to five minutes. They can also light you on fire instead of doing what he says...
Hello, This Is Christmas Knowledge Emporium, Morpheus Speaking! -Level 5 Morpheus knows everything and anything that is related to Christmas. This includes useless trivia and every Christmas song ever written in Chinese.
Potpourri? No, Morpheus. -Level 2 Morpheus can make his hair smell like Christmas scented potpourri for ten minutes in order to help with the mood of a party. Or choke people with an uncontrollably strong scent...
Yes, I know, My Arm Is On Fire! Just Look Where You're Going! -Level 2 Morpheus' can cause his right arm to go ablaze without burns for only three minutes. This is used when lost in the dark or guiding people in darkness.
Resistances
Sadness? What The Hell Is That? -Level 5 Morpheus isn't effected by depression or magic that messes with someone's mood or mental status.
Hello, Little Shadow! -Level 3 Morpheus can see through most magic that enables cloaking with, melding with and becoming one with shadows.
Weaknesses
YOU COOKED ME BREAKFAST?! -OMG!OMG! Morpheus will just about be won over when you cook him is favorite meal, a five stack of pancakes with butter and a pound of honey maple smoked bacon.
What else do you need for the party? -How much? He'll buy you anything for anywhere, all for the sake of an awesome party.
Why can't you be happy? -EFFECTIVE Start moping, crying or yelling at everyone for no apparent reason and Morpheus will be too distracted by your negativity to focus on anything else.
Too. Tired. Can't. Move... -Hard to accomplish, but effective. Tiring Morpheus out isn't easy, but it is do-able. If you manage to get him into a zombie state after a party, he won't be able to stop you from doing much of anything.
Toddler ---> Child 1 roleplay (6 posts or more, or multiple roleplays) 2 first person journal entries 1 month of time.
Child ---> Teen 1 roleplay (6 posts or more, or multiple roleplays) 2 first person journal entries 3 months of time (if you're active, we'll cut a month off of that)
Teen ---> Adult 1 roleplay (6 posts or more, or multiple roleplays) 2 first person journal entries 5 months of time (if you're active, we'll cut a month off of that) (12/10/12 - 5/10/13)
Adult ---> Elder 1 roleplay (6 posts or more, or multiple roleplays) 2 first person journal entries 10 months of time (if you're active, we'll cut a month off)
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 8:12 pm
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Family
Marcus and Thomas, with heavy remorse, have left Morpheus at the academy to return back home. A happy life, short lived.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 8:14 pm
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Morpheus' Favorite Things
To be filled...
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 10:45 am
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Journal Entry: 1
There be much to write about this morning, so much my head might ache. All of this was quite an adventure! But, alas, time must move on. Those who loved you must journey on...
I had been whisked away from the academy shortly before Christmas by a pair of men who opened their hearts to me. They fancied my smile and my welcoming aura, whatever the devil that is, and couldn't leave without me. Admittedly, they had come in search of their children and two others, two angelic Metas by the names of Valeria and Alex. I vowed to help them on their mission and transitioned, wholeheartedly and with great ease, into the role of "son."
But our time together was to be short lived. They could no longer stay stilled in their search for their loved ones. Answers refused to appear and hope had all but stayed strong against the force of doubt. Before I could even begin to express my emotions, my fathers had already begun to pack and return home. They cried, I cried, and we refused to forget one another. I waved as they vanished through the portal they had come through months before and set to the task I had been assigned, destroying whatever was left of the portal station. No one would be allowed to come back or to leave again. They were never coming back, just like the lives of their missing children...
Now I reside in the academy. It isn't as bad as I recall it being, still not quite like home. I will return to my house, my fathers have left it for me to tend to, but my heart is too heavy to venture there just yet. To keep myself busied from falling into grief, I've decided to search for Valeria and Alex. If they still be living, I will find them within this building. I must take hope and strength for the mission. This is in the name of those who lost their lives and were ripped away from their children. This is in the name of those who sacrificed more than necessary to find the truth. This is for you, father Marcus and father Thomas, your mission will not go unfinished! Your children may be gone, but they are not forgotten! Valeria and Alex will be found and cared for by my hands, you will not be disappointed!
I thank them for their kindness and love in this short month. I wish them nothing but happiness. Be safe and warm, my fathers, be safe and warm.
I wish you comfort and joy, comfort and joy.
Morpheus
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 7:50 pm
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Journal Entry: 2
WELL THEN. I GOT MY a** KICKED BY A RAGING WATER DEMON. FAARAGAHARAAAAARRRGGGH! My powers, they be meager! MEAGER! AAAAAUUUUGHHHH! They be not in me blood, the fighting genes, the be not, THEY BE NOT! RAARRGRRGHHGGGHGHHH!
[Much of the rest of the entry has been singed, ripped and destroyed. Multiple lines of absolute gibberish have been written, obliterated and tossed aside. A fresh sheet of paper has been cut, folded and secured above what remains. The entry then continues]
A-ha-haa... Do forgive my outburst. It gravely frustrates me, losing this battle... I hope you'll understand, dear journal. My pride has been... Eh-r... Rrm... Damaged... Heh... Not quite the most welcome feeling if I do so say so myself...
Righty-O, onto more... Pleasing events...? (I'm rather unsure if I may call the following "pleasing" per say... Time will tell, I'm assured)
I was allowed to take my leave from the academy and return to my home in the forest! Oh, how wonderful it felt to wander through a familiar door and embrace the warmth of the fire place I had grown so accustomed to! Alas, it was not as I remembered, for I was met with a strange thought as I lingered by the altar... Who had lit the firgging fire?! Not a soul should have graced my home for the months I had been away! Troubling thoughts took roost whilst I searched the floors and what should I turn up in the guest rooms but two pretty teenage girls! They had all but woken from slumber as I opened the doors, but one snapped awake and screamed like nothing I had ever heard before! Good Christ, I thought I would have died if the other hadn't stopped her from screeching!
Of course, I allowed them to stay, provided they keep care of their belongings and help around the house. They called themselves Poppy and Peony, and I had to stifle a chortle at how different they were! Poppy is such a meek, gentle young woman who practically bawled at my feet like a child when I found them in my home! Poor girl, I shudder to think of what horrors made her believe that everything was out to kill her!
Peony, on the other hand, is one to be feared! I barely had my hand extended for a shake when she blared such a horrifying sound my ears could have burst! Then, she laughed and laughed and laughed until I found myself laughing along with her, which caused her to fall silent and her cheeks to rise in color. Stupidly, I pointed that out and got knocked in the cranium! Ah-ha, but I didn't mind it. She may be loud, crass and violent, but I like that in a woman! Getting to know her better seems worthwhile, if you know what I mean!
Mmm, my final words to dictate are of the on going war. During the process of my healing, after my easily lost battle of course, I noticed a rage of flames off in the distance! When I questioned the elder assigned to my room, they shook their head and told me that a fairly reckless Archangel was battling an ice demon all the way out in the west fields! Further more, he was running out of places to hide! Given his age, the very modifiable age of twelve, I decided to sneak by and aide him in any way I could. He had gone into the forests, obviously searching for something to help him defeat his foe, so I left one of my best hatchets out by a tree and hustled myself home. I didn't quite catch him taking the object, but I did see him fly away, and he looked much younger than twelve! My heart goes out to this poor lad, all alone in this cruel, malevolent world in which we reside! If, by chance, he fails to defeat his foe, I will see to it that he is cared for! He shall reside with me, Poppy, and Peony, and be safe and warm forever more!
His name, I was told, is Asher. And his parents were murdered shortly before the war. Could he possibly be seeking revenge by fighting so hard? ...Such a tragedy. A shame, really. His childhood has been forever lost to the chaos around him... I... I yearn to help him find some light... I... I will stop at nothing to help this child live a long, comfortable life!
I wish you comfort and joy, comfort and joy.
Morpheus
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Solo: Infirmary Escapee Chaos
After losing his battle to a water demon possessed human a week ago, Morpheus had found that he had contracted a rather nasty sore throat. No doubt the illness was caused by being drenched in water, and he wasn't about to be bed ridden, not with two banshees occupying his home. What if they were to fall ill as well? He was not going to ruin someone else's week because of his ailments! In the early morning he walked back towards the campus through the forest, hoping to find the nurse's station open. He needed a remedy for his soreness quick, because he was already feeling dizzy.
The clock struck noon when he found himself sitting midst an all too sudden bustle of chaos and drama. A young Archangel, one he had become slightly familiar with, had leaped from his infirmary bed, tumbled out of the window, and darted through the forests. All of the elders had been tending to other Metas in the room when he made his leap, and were too late to catch him. Even Morpheus, who had made a bee line for the room as soon as he heard the class break, didn't see him until he was halfway through the trees. Now the entire room was filled with buzzing, fussing and all sorts of cries as all of it's occupants tried to make sense of the matter.
"What in the hell was wrong with that kid?" Avon grumbled.
"In terms of mental status, I'm not certain." Liliana replied. "All I do know is that is he isn't found soon, he will certainly die from his injuries."
"Yes, Asher must be found as quickly as possible!" Nova exclaimed. "His ultimate weakness is ice and the frigid air outside will do him no good! It is imperative that we find him and bring him back!"
"How are we going to accomplish such a thing at this time, Nova?" Tendren quipped, floating from elder to elder. "We're all needed here! None of us can leave the academy until this war has blown over!"
"I understand the severity of the situation, Tendren." Nova stated, nodding. "But we cannot simply let Asher die! He fought so hard to honor his adoptive parents, we need to at least find him and give him the consolation that he did all that they would have wanted him to do!"
"That's all fine and good until you realize that none of us can possibly go out and do that!"
"We have to try! Someone must be able to help!"
"But who would, Nova?"
"Yes, if we can't, then what sort of person would?"
"I would be more than willing to save him!" Morpheus barked, throwing his fist into the air. "He has shown more courage than any grown gentleman I have ever come across, and that says far more than you can possibly imagine." He turned his attention to Nova and bowed. "I will see to it that he is found and brought to safety, Fair Nova! If not the doors of the academy, then my own home to be nursed by my own hands!"
And without another word, he was off, racing down the same path that Asher had vanished behind. None of the elders had a chance to stop him or utter a word in protest. Liliana resumed her healing, Avon went to fetch another fallen fighter, and Tendren floated off into oblivion as he had always done, but Nova stood still at the window for a moment as Morpheus dashed off into the trees and smiled, a look of gratitude in her eyes.
