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 Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 3:33 pm
Username: [ .Jade Nymph. ]
Mule SN's: No... Not yet. Too lazy. I'm debating on the name.
IoDM Newbie?: First and probably only serum. Bwehehe.
Serum: Serum 54, Ostrich.
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Questeh for gold.
Pure : 1.5K/100K
Items I am willing to part with : Coco Kitty, Ice Tiara, Winter Fox Mink, Sword of Aegis, Ice & Fire Gauntlets, and Bouncy Balls. Maybe Ice Whip.
In all : 49K/100K . Including Whip, 60K/100K.
I still need all the gold I can get!
[The 80K is just in case... Auctions tend to get pretty competitive...]
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 3:34 pm
Name: Still debating. Probably Dai-Tao Chai. [ Pronounced Dai-Toau Tchsai. 'Toau' is pronounced like toad, but without the d.] Her first name literally means 'leader'. Ambitious parents for you there.
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Nicknames: Dai, Die, Dice, Wheelie. Known online usually as a variation of 'Emerald Jade'.
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Age: 27
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Gender: Female
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Height: 5"7
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Weight: 120 alone, around 200 with wheelchair.
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Nationality: China. Raised in Hong Kong, she has a British accent. More on this later.
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Profession: Supposedly as a doctor, but she hasn't gotten many clients yet. Mostly lives off state pension. She works part-time in her aunt's resturant, as the other master chef [Not a waitress, of course!] and sometimes cashier. Dai's rather proud of her cooking ability and commonly likes to invite friends over for food gatherings.
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Appearance: Dai has a rather frail figure, although her upper body strength can only be rivaled by the greatest of bodybuilders. She doesn't have bulging muscles, but her arms are sinewy and wiry, and her hands have a very tight grip, described by her friends as 'a steel vice'. Once Dai gets hold of you, it's rather hard to get free. Her legs look slightly normal, smaller than her body but not too small that it's something to stare at. It's basically flabby, soft muscle and fat, hardly strong-looking. Her feet are petite and small. Recently due to rehabilitation Dai has regained control of her right ankle and toes on both feet, but she wishes that the development of her leg usage would speed up. And although she usually dresses in almost exceedingly modest clothes, her chest area isn't that hard to miss. If she had been blonde, in control of her legs, flirtatious, and innocent... Well, let's just leave it to that. Not that most men would want to look at a wheelchaired girl in that manner in the first place.
Dai's face is rather round, but more of a rough triangle or oval than a round circle shape. Her ears are tapered slighty at the ends and stick out at the sides of her head, something she's not exactly proud of. Her hairstyle, consisting of a ponytail or a braid, usually has a few whisps of hair intentionally pulled out near her ears, drawing attention away from them discreetly and rather effectively. Her hair is a flat black, not glossy nor dull, and has a few highlighted gold-blonde streaks in them.
Tattoos = Bad. Not that Dai has any problems with tattooed people, but she had been brought up that tattoos and too many peircings meant gang. And gang meant danger, slum people, people her parents didn't want her to make friends with. Dai's ears had been peirced when she was born, but they've long since closed up, due to the fact that even the smallest of earrings draw attention to her ears, and as Dai thinks, her 'imperfect spot'. Many of her old friends have quipped that it's not her ears she should be worrying about, it's her legs. What they got was a laugh, and later, a prank.
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Personality: Dai's personality is usually very cheerful and accepting, although sometimes she can be quite mischevious, her way of 'rebelling'. Usually hyperactive despite her disability, she's willing to do and try anything new. Loud and rancous, she makes friends quite easily and is usually at least a friendly aquaintance to people she doesn't know too well. She rarely makes enemies, but when she does, she can be almost controlling of the situation, her way of words making her look like the victim and highlighting her wheelchaired position, something that most people would instantly be sympathetic of - But no one really wanted to be enemies with a wheelchaired person in the first place, right?
Dai doesn't really believe in grudges, always the first to apologize and the last to bully somebody that she doesn't really know. Friendly and helpful, she likes to cheer people up and make them happy. Her condition has made her patient and understanding of people's problems, comparing them with her own. Dai's motherly, patronly, and will always invite someone to her duplex for lunch if she gets the chance, but she's not up for her share of childish pranks, which she rarely gets to enjoy.
The other side of Dai, which her friends nicknamed 'Die' -A rather play on words, as they two words sounded exactly the same but were worlds apart in meaning- Is quiet and thoughtful, concentrated and secluded. This usually happens when she reads a good book or is struck by inspiration for her art, her writings - 'scribbles', as she calls them, or for her poems.
Dai is the first to laugh at any joke and also the first to crack them, but sometimes, just sometimes, if you listen hard enough at night... You can hear the soft sound of weeping in the darkness, woebegone and sad.
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Likes: All forms of art, cooking dim sum and other Chinese dishes, her laptop, being happy, learning new things, reading fat books, fat books, some paranomal things, Tim Burton's 'The Nightmare Before Christmas', Star Wars stuff, music, Country/Rock/ACDC [Dai classifies ACDC as a genre of its own, because they're awesome], playing videogames, chocolate, and playing pranks.
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Dislikes: Stereotypes, stereotypical people, mean people, people who stare at her too much, men who stare at her too much, bullies, hypocrites, ignorant people, being percieved as a lesser being or mentally slow, insects, strong odors, the smell of copper and certain metals, people who don't think Asians are supposed to like Country, gritty orange juice, runny eggs, and too rare meat. Yuck. ><
History is still being worked on... Among other details...
[Note - the 'Emerald Jade' username is something I made up. I apologize to any users on any site who happen to have a variation of the name for using it and confusing you, as it is completely coincidental and has no link whatsoever to yourself. Sorry again. ^^;]
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 3:54 pm
History
Maybe if she hadn't had the stroke when she was a child she wouldn't be here. She had hit her head hard on the marble counter, the skull nearly split, dark red blood pooling around her for at least an hour before her nanny found her and rushed her off to the hospital. Dai later found that the nanny had been fired when she was brought back home in her new wheelchair, replaced with a stern and ever-watchful governess. From then on the poor girl was drilled into books, shoved into lectures, and pummeled into tutors until every night she went to be mentally exgahsted. Inside, though, Dai knew it was for the best, and endured the pain for fifteen long years. Until she could gain the use of her legs again, no one would take her seriously. Many occupation oppurtunities had been severed that day. She couldn't even work at the local McDonalds, let alone be the ballerina she'd dreamed of being when she was younger. The only way she could possibly gain recognition was by being smart, and that was what her parents did. She excelled in the arts and history, was a master at all kinds of science and even learning a new language, one that was required in this new world - English.
There was one slight... No, big, problem, however.
She wasn't good at math. Although she could do daily-used sums and was passable at certain areas requiring logic, Dai couldn't grasp the ideas from geometry and up. This worried her parents to the brink of insanity. Math was important to them - Science required test tubes and going out, they thought, and their rather clumsy daughter could never be good in that field, with or without all the knowledge she knew. Literature and the arts would only go so far. Her books and paintings would be soon forgotten in a two or so centuries. No, they wanted the atom-bomb maker, they wanted the female Steven Hawkins. They wanted someone who would be readily talked about for years to come, not someone who would be mentioned slightly in boring, fall-asleep history classes in run-down, slummy public schools.
Everything was going fine and dandy until the family had to move to America. Dai thought this was a fascinating new experience and had never been out of the country in her boring, 20-year life, and relished in the idea into going to a place slightly more dangerous than the confines of her parent's mini-mansion.
However, she turned out to be wrong. Although her family might be drowning in money in China, they had a reality check in America - Now they were middle class, if a bit slightly upper. But not rich. Not by a long shot. As they stepped out from the plane and into the airport terminal in San Fransisco, Dai's mother threw a fit when she discovered that a 'cheap, American-made' bagel cost around twenty chinese dollars. And really, she threw a fit. She argued with the meek cashier lady and literally yelled herself out, finally settling for a slightly cheaper cup of coffee to lubricate her throat. By the time her voicebox was ready for more shouting, Dai's father had apologized profousely to the cashier, gave her twenty american dollars for her troubles, and half-dragged, half-led his wife and rather confused daughter out of the airport and into their new apartment.
Dai was sent to Stanford to complete the rest of her college time and passed in at least third in all of her classes, something her parents were half-pleased, half-angry about. She could have done much better, they said as they lighty scolded her. Two people had bested her! Her, their only child! But at least she had passed, and was eligible for classes at a more revered school than that dump of a place called 'Stanford'.
By now Dai had made many new friends and was reluctantly allowed to 'hang out' with them, which usually was hanging by the local sandwich shop or the library to study. Occasionally they would go to somewhere more fun, like the park to romp or to the mall for some window shopping and some light pranks, but rarely at all. Her parents, mainly her mother, frowned at this outlandish behavior, but let it pass for the time being. They understood she couldn't study all the time, but they could sure as hell try and restrict it to a few scant hours every week.
And that they did. One night when her mother was watching the news, she saw a report that a girl in a wheelchair [Not Dai, of course] had been raped in an alley. This switched on 'panic' mode inside her mother and made her family, now relatively wealthy, install a electronic device, a bit like a tazer, into her wheelchair. Dai didn't really know how it worked, something about how her chair and armrests were
made of rubber and the charge going up the metal parts of her wheelchair, but she definitely knew the equiation -
Button + Attacker + Touch = PAIN. Immense Pain.
[For the attacker... Duh.]
Sadly, this also closed down her friends department. Dai's mother didn't exactly trust them in the first place, and only let Dai hang out with the female ones, with a cellphone and her chair tazer fully charged. She could only go out with the males on school campus, in public view and close to a phone. This turned the happy-go-lucky Dai into something a bit darker, but she still had that sunny disposition on her face whenever her friends passed.
While working on her residency, a very,very stressful time in her life, Dai discovered the joys of cooking at the aunt's resturant. It kept her mind off things -You needed to be aware while you cooked- and yet you could still daydream while you chopped onions. And the things that came out of the kitchen didn't taste half bad either. In fact, her skill was so good that her aunt let her get to the good stuff, letting her handle the delicate squid and shark fin soup with the actual fin, not some cheap, factory-processed stuff that passed itself off as a real shark's fin in some of the cheaper resturants. And to top it all off, Dai got paid a hefty sum for doing something she enjoyed.
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Dai's life was going well, until her father, who was a well-known drug consultant for large, corporate empires, found out about a free rehabilitation resort of sorts somewhere near Florida or Mexico called 'Feral Labs'. It was a reckless new advertising stunt that the head had devised up, something about that this showed that Feral Labs was charitable and that their drugs worked - Once you came in, you came out a new person. Dai had just finished her agonizingly long, three-year residency, and her parents had decided that their little girl, their little 'racehorse', would be allowed to enter in the raffle, while the whole time she was gone, hey would be bragging away to friends and relatives on how their wheelchaired daughter had made her way though residency, and how even though fully normal people couldn't make it, Dai did. And after a year or so, their daughter would make a triumphant return on both of her legs.
[To be pushed into another degree, of course.]
The Chai house nearly exploded when Dai got the letter that she had won the raffle. Dai's mother had fainted and had a heart attack, but all was well as her parents schemed on what they would do while she was gone, what she would do on the island, what she would do after she came back, so on. Dai could have never been happier as she flipped through the papers and skimmed through the legal forms. For the next week, all that ran trough her mind was one name: Feral Labs. Dai talked about Feral Labs, she dreamed about Feral Labs, she even incorporated Feral Labs in her manuscripts. The brochure said that they would be using the latest technology to heal her legs - Hydrotherapy, rehabilitation, even brain operation to remove the clot caused by the stroke, if it was necessary. She'd stay there, free of charge, until she was better. She would come out somebody that not even her parents would reconize.
The brochure was rather ironic - Dai, indeed, would come out, if she came out at all, a changed person.
To be continued...
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 3:57 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 5:45 pm
Transformation
0%
Phsysically
Relatively unchanged. Dur.
Mentally
A bit excited, and feeling... Rather strange after her immunization, but thinks it's just the new enviroment.
25%
Physically
Has regained the use of her legs, but only for short periods, such as five or ten minutes. Her feet have elongated and the pinkie toes have strunken into her feet, the middle and big toe swelling, the nails turning a dark black. Her ears have started to recede, ridiciously small against her head. Her pinkie finger, like her toes, has started to receded into her flesh, the remaning digits ending in blackened, sharp nails. Small feathers have sprouted along her body. Dai's back has started to hump slightly, but it just looks like she's slouching slightly all the time. Her eyelashes have grown ridiculously long and her eyes are almost too large for her head, but they are in all reasonably attractive. Her neck has elongated slightly, and although it's not totally grotesque, it is a bit longer than normal. Her arms have shrunken and her neck has enlongated, her mouth hasn't started a beak yet, although her lips feel a bit stiff at times...
Mentally
Depressed, but has come to terms with her current situation. What good could she have done to the world anyway? This way she can walk, and can do whatever she wants within reason here. Her parents don't need to care for her anymore, and they still recieve the pension for her. Dai can eat, she can make friends, she can do anything to her heart's content and without wasting a single dime! Her reasoning deducts that this isn't so bad. Is rather angry at Moreau for changing these poor people without their 'consent', but is slightly in favor of the experiment, seeing how it can improve people, such as her and Madison.
50%
Physically
To be continued... Mainly because I'm being lazy. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 3:38 pm
Dai-Shu Chai
Normal
Of course, she's in a wheelchair. The paintbrush has also transformed into a pencil, incase you were going 'Huh?'.
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In the Kitchen
The islanders are probably never going to see this outfit, but I thought it'd be nice. ^^
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Final Transformation
And here's the final tally for her original state.
#0000FF Complex Shirt
Emo Glasses
Charcoal Sketchbook
#000000 Complex Pants
White Shirt
Brown Puffy Hat
Brown Hiking Shoes
Black Paintbrush
__________________________
Alot of gold! 0_o
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 8:46 pm
Possesions
Five sets of clothes [Underclothes, pants, shirts]
Assorted toiletries
A few small bottles of nailpolish
Laptop, charger, and carrier bag
A few PC games - Mostly RPGs, Simulations, and their assorted expansion packs [Sims2, Age of Mythology, Star Wars KotORs, ect.]
A boxed set of all the Star Wars movies, including the very exclusive Chistmas 'spoof' edition.
A Sally the Rag Doll doll and Tim Burton's Nightmare Before Christmas Special Edition.
Two clipboards, one openable and one flat. [Dai stores extra paper and pencils in the openable one]
An MP3 player, loads of extra batteries, and earphones, with assorted songs. Mostly Country and Rock. >3
A few alot of her favorite books, including most of the HP series.
One piece swimsuit - Only once used, for hydro therapy.
A battered Nintendo DS, along with a few games. None of them are first-person shooters. ><
Femmy products.
Sketchbook, set of graphite pencils, oil pastels, and watercolor pencils.
Digital camera and charger.
Two 70-page notebooks, one already half-filled with poetry and cooking recepies. They're the cheap kind you buy at Walgreens.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 5:22 pm
Lines/Ideas to be used.
Thinks everyone 'furry' on the island has Congenital Hypertrichosis Terminalis, a very, very, rare, but not unheard of, disease. Or at least its milder, but still rare form, Congenital Hypertrichosis. [This is also listed in the site].
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Thinks Billy has unformed/deformed arms sprouting all over his body. Dai thinks that the purple coloration is due to extreme tatooing. "It's better to be an animalistic freak than a total freak."
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Thinks Amaya is suffering from a very bad case of stratum corneum buildup, resulting in 'scale' like skin. Also thinks tattooing for pigmentation and plastic surgery for hands, feet, & ridge of spikes. Again, better animal than total.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 5:23 pm
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 5:24 pm
Spare numbah twee!
Okay, you can post now. :3
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 8:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 12:38 pm
I'm not desperate for posts... Just bored. D:
I ripped apart the kangaroo idea, after a few PMs that someone's chosen it already and I'm just copying, even though Sophie's using Red and I was using Grey. I won't say the names, just that I'm irratated at them and you know who you are. D<
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 10:32 pm
... Dammit. I wish I was popular. V_V
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 11:47 pm
I think your idea is neat! *Loves Ostrichs* 8D
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 5:20 pm
Yaaay! First non-me post! *Snuggles Crowfoot* And yeah, ostriches are cool. Originally it was going to by kangaroo, but I changed my mind once I visited the zoo.
[PS: Serval cats are cute! biggrin ]
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