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Parari~Flight~ Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 09, 2005 3:30 pm
Okay, here's a twist on the avatar threads often present in the Word Games and Chatterbox forums.
It's also an exercise in imagery ^___^
It's pretty self-explanatory. Just uh... describe the avatar above you. If you read any descriptions that are good or you think can be improved, quote that description, tell what's good/bad about it and then describe the avie above you. The nice thing about this is that the responses will always be different.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 1:24 pm
Ah, darn you all...
Don't just VOOOTTEEE!!! Write!!
-.-
I refuse to describe myself. stare
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Parari~Flight~ Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 2:23 pm
Alright. Let's see...
Awesome boots, butterfly wings, glass-like eyes, hair black as night that flows like a river, mysterious yet, at the same time all out, glowing porcelain lightly tanned avy-skin, maids cap, and pink pants, along with black gloves, gently holding the gaian balloon. whee
I don't know.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 4:41 pm
Her undeniable mysterious air spoke of a hidden secret as her eyes glared at me through her mask. She had a professional air that of one involved in the labyrinth of political affairs, her clothing neat and dark, while her shoes were unmistakably female. Like any female involved in high society affairs, it was clear that she lavished money on her shoes, and for no other reason than to soothe her pride. It was a sort of convincing that she executed on herself, as if to say, "I am righteous, but I am a woman also." And what is a woman without love... for herself? Yet she was not entirely a woman. She dragged a plush toy cat in her wake, its fur matted lovingly with dirt and perfume. To complete her ensemble, she wore large, fabulous butterfly wings. Indeed, she was on the peak of girliness and womanhood; she was the personification of adolescence.
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Parari~Flight~ Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2005 1:09 pm
She stood there with her hands crossed portraying a feeling of childish innocence. The balloon, wings, and pilot cap just added to this feeling, but on closer inspection you could tell she wasn't really so childish and had really experienced more than she showed. It was just a disguise to hide the truth.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 2:51 pm
His stance put an invisible wall between him and me. He was arrogant, consciencious, and egoistic. His posture showed everything. Sure, he was clothed in plain clothes, but his cultured upbringing showed despite that. I stood there, looking at him. It was just us in the room; no one else. Yet I felt there were so many people around us, just waiting for me to do something with my hands, other than the shy little gesture that I had adopted when encountering someone more powerful than me. What was I supposed to do? I tried just concentrating at his vibrant blue hair, but nothing came of it. It was too powerful, that painting. It was hard to believe that I had created it.
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Parari~Flight~ Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 5:42 pm
Parari stood as a mass of pinks and blue in the middle of fragile butterfly wings. Her anniversary baloon was carried proudly wherever she went and showed her joy at being a part of a community. Her delicate dark eyes perused everything that came into view with the perception of a foreigner to a new country or a child to the world about them. A soft giggle could be heard as she considered her music and how she was going to arrange certain things in her next rehersal but Parari would merely preactice and experiment more until she found the right combination for herself.
[~Not just about the picture but about the individual conversations that I have had with the account owner in the last month.]
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 1:37 pm
She just stood there, but you could tell that she was anxious to get her plan moving. She was still seeking assistance from fellow guild members, but it was a tedious process and you could tell that while she just stood there with a big smile on her face as she held her stuffed cat and staff that she was full of energy and excitement inside that she couldn't wait to release when her idea was finally begun. If only more people would sign up.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 6:02 pm
He welcomed everyone with his gaze. His hair marked his unique qualities. The way he stood, defiant, showed no fear, and his eyes were filled with kindness, strength, and wisdom. His soul was old, tattered and worn. In his eyes you saw the battles, both physical and non-physical. There was more to him but at this time he chose to keep his secrets well hidden.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 12:09 pm
She stood in her dark, gloomy outfit with the only sign of happiness being the wings on her back and the stuffed animal in her hand. She was hiding something behind that mask of hers. It was a manifestation of her shyness and fear of letting her true thoughts out.
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Parari~Flight~ Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 8:05 am
He kept changing; I couldn't keep a tab on his soul. Everytime I saw him, it was as if it was the first time. Despite his hidden and shifting personality, he wore the same clothing as always. It was sort of comforting to know that his exterior remained the same, though I would never be determine what was in his interior.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 12:04 pm
There she was again. She'd changed her outfit again. We'd known each other for awhile now, but what did we really know about each other. Sometimes she said some of the oddest things and her emotions were always so strong one way or the other. Her clothes changed almost as often as her mood. This time she was wearing a grass skirt and she had a new hairstyle. It looked like someone was ready for summer.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 7:21 pm
He seemed strong; his clothes, his stance. It portrayed control and discipline. The blue hair seemed a little rebellious, a minor effect on the appearance of arrogance. Yet those eyes; the windows to his innocent soul. The quasi bad-boy exterior was undermined by the childlike sweetness held in that amber gaze. For now he'd continue to hide behind that leather jacket and pair of tight jeans. Hide the eyes that betrayed his true nature of a kind and gentle heart. And so he stood, alone in his world.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 10:39 am
She was new about these parts. From her stance you could tell it made her a little nervous, but she continued on without hesitation as she straightened the wrinkles out of her formal pink dress. She didn't even take the time to make her newness known before she joined in the fun. She knew they would accept her, but it still made her nervous.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 5:10 pm
He seemed kind; a silent something told her that. Instinctively she gave a thanks to the brooding blue-haired guy above. Calm. He was mellow and laid-back most of the time, she thought, but glad for excitement as well. No one was around but him, and yet he remained as cool as a cucumber anyway. He was a constant; remaining there when all else was gone and faded away.
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