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 Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:18 am
Welcome to my I.U.J. Concept Contest Thread! *bows deeply* Enjoy yourself! Any critque/comments you are willing to spare me will be loved. Thanks for taking the time to check the thread out!
o1. Introduction/ToC
o2. Castel
o3. Back Story
o4. Hoodoo
o5. Airaka
o6. Scribbles
o7+. Empty
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:19 am
Castel
Pretending to be a God Name: Castel
Guardian: Airaka
Gender: Male
Personality: Castel has the personality type of that of a spoiled prince brat. He seems to expect worshipping, gifts, and praise even if he is in fault. But then again, how could he be in fault. He is always right in everything he does, while you are always wrong.
Castel is rather conceited, having a habit of thinking only for his own gain rather then believing there is a way to help others. Though, oddly enough, he is not the least bit independent, relying on other, specifically Airaka, to do everything for him, and is very, very bossy.
Castel is generally calm, and rather kind, unless you disobey him, then he’ll begin complaining and whining. He isn’t the fighter type, and will usually run away if brought into a battle. The boy isn’t unwilling to add a snide remark or brag about himself, but he won’t go any further then that, unless it is running away with his tail between his legs.
Castel seems to believe he is a regular Casanova, and seems to prefer women over men. He finds men to be over whelming, and very distasteful.
Appearance: Castel’s skin would be a rather deep brown colour, warm and rich. Both of his eyes are a deep red with an almost pink tinge to them.
His hair is pure black, with navy and forest green streaks running randomly through it in a rather abnormal pattern. It is rather long, tied into a rough pony tail down at his neck line, though it isn’t much longer after that, just spurting off.
All over his body are blue, green, and red markings, though they just seem to be in an abstract fasion with no form what-so-ever.
On his back he has a marking of a pair of colourful wings, where the feather are green, and the wing is red.
Clothing Ideas:
Powers/Abilities Castel can, at random times, see spirits. Most of the time the spirits look nothing more then smoke. All of the spirits are usually mad at him, and usually try to hurt him. It's much more of a curse then a gift.
Note: I’ll Try My Magic Elsewhere
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:21 am
Back Story
Dripping Blood to the Other World Part One:
Castel was either a genius, or just lucky.
The boy had been gift from the gods to a pair who supposedly would never have children. He had been born to the chief of the village, and had a mother who was highly skilled in hoodoo. Castel got everything he wanted, and good stuff even when he didn’t want it. At an early age the boy was able to gain luck from the spirits to win gambling, or place curses on his enemy’s who dare believed they could defeat him.
Training under his skilled parents for four years Castel was finally able to access the spirit realm at age seven. The first thing he did in the spirit world was get lost. Luckily for him, Castel was soon found by a group of female spirits. He was greatly adored by the spirits and spent days with them, discussing thing of little importance, and being admired.
After a three weeks of spending time with them, Castel explained that he needed to get home, as he was highly important in his world. The spirits agreed to let him go back, and said that they would help him in every way this year, but only if he promised he would come back next year. Castel promised and left back to his world.
Back in the human world, Castel was greeted by a weeping mother. When he questioned his mother on what had happened, she explained that his father had gone off a week after he had left and hadn’t come back yet. At first, Castel was devastated and set off into the forest to search for his father. He hadn’t gone very far when he realised his body was fit for travelling.
Castel climbed into a tree, and pondered on the matters at hand. Either he had to find his father, or he had to slaughter the creature that had killed his father. As he sat in the tree, he watched the creatures walking by. Then, right in front of his eyes a pair of leopards began to fight. He watched, horror echoed in his eyes, until one of the giant cats fell subject to a fatal blow, quickly ending it’s life.
An idea struck him then, and he climbed back down the tree, making loud noises and waving his blade all over the place. The other leopard was frightened away by his weird movements. When he landed back on the forest floor he whipped his blade in cat’s blood, then ran to the village. He explained to the people how he had killed the leopard that killed his father, and everyone was thoroughly impressed with him. They went back to grab the leopard he killed for a feast in his honour.
It was then decided, since he was the only child of the late chief, that Castel would become the chief of their village. Castel “humbly” accepted the gift. He was gifted with women, and more gifts then he had had as a child, and all he had to do was put on fancy spirit shows every so often, and tell people what to do.
The people of his village soon grew in awe of his hoodoo arts. Castel was able to get the spirits to let him do anything: seduce that hardest woman, win the hardest gamble, curse the meanest enemy. They soon began to worship him as if he were an avatar of the gods. He was given anything he wanted, no matter what it was. They had to keep the god pleased, after all.
Castel’s good luck ceased when he forgot to remember that one special day. He woke up to a dream he couldn’t remember, and yet he knew it was a nightmare. Suddenly a sound ran through his mind, a sound he never heard before. He rushed to his feet, and out the front door to see what was going on. In front of him was a man in odd clothing, with something pointed to Castel’s forehead.
Everyone in the odd clothing spoke in odd ways, and held odd things. Castel understood, though, that if he moved, he would die. So he froze, moving not one muscle. He heard the people calling out for him, wanting his help, wanting him to summon the spirits to protect them. Did they not understand that if he moved he’d die. And he couldn’t die. Not yet, at least. Death was not something he was willing to experience.
Part Two
Cold items were placed on his wrists and his ankles, and he was dragged with a few other members of the tribe on to a boat. He couldn’t stretch his arms or legs very far in the cold thing, and was thoroughly confused. As he sat there, in a room marked with cold fence like bars, he heard cries of his people around him. Each of them blamed him for abandoning their family, their religion, their pride.
Castel was forced to listen to their cold mutterings boring into his mind everyday. He had to keep reminding himself that the only reason he froze was to keep himself alive. If he didn’t stay alive there would be no reason for the others to live, after all. He was the leader of the village, the genius of the village, without him they were nothing.
The ride lasted what seemed to be a whole year, although, in reality, it was little more then a week. Each member of the tribe was chained together, with Castel at the back, the escorted to a pure white building. They were striped of their clothing and jewellery, and handed clothing like that of everyone else.
Once everyone had gotten changed, with much difficulty, they were all stuffed into a room. There were odd small table-like things with backs all over the room. A man, who was continuously staring at them, kept eye contact and sat down on one of the tables. He spoke words that made no sense, then watched the villagers with a look of expectancy. Castel, with dark eyes on his back, inched forward and sat down a couple seats away from the man.
For the next several months, the people of the village were trained how to be "normal" human beings. They were taught the common language of the people in the new world, and taught how to dress, eat, read, and write like them. While Castel was usually the first to offer to do the stuff for the people, and was quick to learn on the multiple subjects, he soon learned he would not be granted the same respect he had been given in his home.
This made him furious. He was supposed to be an avatar, and being who everyone should know. The new world had no need for gods, and relied heavily on technology. They didn’t believe in magic, or spirits, or heavenly beings of any sort.
Castel had tried a few times to converse with one of the friendly new world people about his world. The woman seemed interested for the most part in his odd culture, though would often disregard his comments about spirits, laughing and telling him that there was no such thing. When he persisted in attempting to convince her that there was such things, she would often get uncomfortable and leave.
Castel was starting to get fed up with this world, and their lack of belief. He explained to the woman that he would show her something she had never seen before, and that he’d make her believe if she let him out of the room tonight. The woman said that there was no way she would do such a thing. Though when night rolled around, he heard the door click open.
The woman walked in, and he felt enough weight on his bed to wake up the light sleeper. He asked her why she was here, she said that she wanted to see this magic of his. Castel chuckled, and raised his hands. They tightened around her neck, and slowly chocked her. He felt her life draining away beneath his fingers, a sick smiled coming to his face. Once she had died, he set her in the middle on the floor, and cracked her skull with his fist. Blood seeped all over the floor, a mix of his own, and hers. He quickly drew a messy symbol on the ground, then pulled her arms from her body.
Fury and desperation make men do odd thing.
In a few moments he was able to access the spirit realm. The woman who he had just killed floated beside him, cursing him with whispers as his people had done before. He searched the area for the five women from before. When he finally found them, they told him that they would kill him if he came any closer. He questioned what was with their sudden amount of dislike for him, and they told him of the promise he broke.
Castel’s face paled, and he was about to make a comment, when his real world mind heard the noise of people approaching. When he turned around to make a quick apology to the spirits, he felt their hands on his throat. He forced his spirit back into his body and ran, grabbing the woman’s keys in the process.
Part Three
The keys carried him to the outside world he had learned so much about. He began wandering around, until he realised his clothing was very suspicious. Once he had stolen clothing from some random store, he heard sirens echoing the streets. The annoying noise filled his ears, and he began to run again, until he found a set of stairs that led into the underground. He raced down them, hopping over the barrier. The area seemed oddly barren for a place that could host drug addicts.
Castel walked worriedly about the area, until he slipped on something odd. He landed on the hard floor lying there as tears began to seep from his eyes. Why was he being punished so? He wasn’t ready to die. He didn’t want to die. His finger curled around the ticket stub, gazing over it curiously, when a loud, rumbling sound filled his ears He jerked away from the edge, as light filled the dark place. A moving vehicle came into view, it’s doors opening.
Castel noted it’s familiarity from in one of the textbooks. These trains were deemed obsolete a while ago. They had all been taken away. Trashed. He placed his hand against the side of the train, and the doors began shutting.
"No," he commanded, in creaky English, of the doors, "I need to get out of here."
The door stopped at his command and he crawled towards the doors on all fours. As he reached the doors, he stood up, brushing himself off, and said, with finality,
"I’ll try my magic elsewhere."
Castel willed himself inside the train, and standing near the doors, which closed with the same finality that his voice had just had.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:22 am
Hoodoo
Spirits Aiding Me to be Anything Because Airaka is more lazy then she is a procrastinator, I shall give you the link to where I got the most of my information.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoodoo
<3
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:24 am
Airaka
Until it Was All Over  General Background
Name: Airaka Obedience Herald
Meaning: 'Also known as Air'
Nickname(s): Aira
Western Zodiac: Sagittarius
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: 50% Human, 50% Shadowren*
Occupation: Counselor and Baby Sitter
Physical Attributes
Hair: Crimson
Eyes: Blue |The left is darker then the right|
Complexion: Sun Kissed
Build: Slightly muscular
Markings: An odd black triangle under her left eyes. Through that triangle, and through her eye comes a thin black line ending at both ends in a small triangle. The line curves away from her nose. The whole odd symbol is black.
Piercings: On her left ear, and only her left ear. Dangling on three chains linked together is a triangle. This earring is always worn, no matter what, and is black in color.
Tattoos: None
Attire: Often wearing brightly colored, yet conservative clothing. She refuses to wear anything skirt or dress like; her excuse often is 'Because my job doesn't require it!'. Tight clothing and clothing that takes to much effort are also greatly disliked. A t-shirt and jeans is all that is required, although her great DJ head phones can often be found on her ears when she is not doing anything important, sleep not included. If she find it to cold, she just snatches a hoodie or her house coat.
Character Status
Personality: Extremly, extremly shy are the most common words to explain her. One could say the main reason Airaka is quiet is because of her speech disorder. Other wise, it seems pretty sure the girl would be able to talk your ear off, if you were a child that is. And only a child. Airaka is rather insecure around adults, melding more into the childish crowd if any. She is an awful worry-wort, overprotective, and very persistent. Around adults, or those she can claim to be adults, she happens to be maybe more quiet then she needs to be for her health. She is often very fidgeting, and may state what she is thinking out loud absentmindedly. Around the people she has accepted as friends, Airaka is much more out going, and will even stress her voice to speak with them further, as well as being clingy, and childish.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:25 am
Scribbles
And All I Had Left Were Memories
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:26 am
Task One
Cold flecks of white fall loosely around the street, a cold wind ushering the flakes around. Snow is such a wondrous thing. It consumes the world in its eternal white glares that stings your eyes. It clings to people’s cars, people’s homes, and even the being of the people. It holds people back, forcing them to stop, and reflect a little bit more of their actions. Suffocating people and animals within their homes, and holes. Flowing and dancing in odd patterns. Each one unique. But who actually takes the time to think about these things? Not humans. Humans never think about the lovely things Winter brings their living world. Humans have forgotten the true sadness, and, yet, glee Winter bears within it’s veins.
“Shut up,” a boy coughed.
The wind slammed against the young teen, pushing his bangs in front of his green eyes. His hands dug further into his pocket, unwilling to push his hair from his face, though also doubting the wind would obey his inner wishes to blow his almost rainbow bangs away again. Furthermore, moving his hands from their cozy position would sacrifice the warmth they were hiding from the weather. He had to do whatever he could do to keep warm, for the sake of his gentle being. The only winter protection he wore was his old windbreaker, boots, and weak gloves. His face felt almost as if it were burning from the cold, and his wasn’t even going to start on his thighs. Did they even make winter protection that kept you thighs warm, and didn’t make you look like a marshmallow?
He believed there was no such thing as good weather, other then complete sunshine. Clouds, gross, rain, disgusting, snow, the most horrendous thing in the world. He hated the suns tricks as well, it’s ability to shine in the dead of winter, or in the middle of a drizzle of rain.
A sneeze broke his thoughts cursing the cold weather, and sniffed heavily, having to regretfully raise his hand to wipe the bottom of his nose. He felt cold bite at his fingers, its sharp teeth repeatedly digging into his skin, and quickly shoved his hand back into his pocket. That’s when he felt the odd feeling that usually enveloped him. He turned around, expecting to see something unnatural, only to have his eyes land upon the bright ones of his guardian. She grinned nervously, and he sighed, handing her the rather unemotional statement of,
“Oh, it’s just you.”
A slight chuckle broke his lips, but that didn’t end the look of what he had deciphered of worry upon her face. He continued watching her, wondering how long she could wait with the comment bursting up inside of her, though decided he didn’t need to see a woman implode, and simply nodded his head. Her lips opened splitting first into a thankful grin, before she began speaking.
“Castle, have you gained an illness?” her soft voice asked.
He quietly pondered her statement. The way she had said it, it almost sounded as if she was asking as she had gained weight. If Airaka knew she sounded as if she were being lecturing and criticising, Castel imagined the woman shunning herself from the world in an attempt to make up for it. Snorting in amusement, Castel turned away so not to confuse the older woman.
“Nah… I’m fine, Airaka. Just cold.”
He risked a quick attempt to regain feeling in his cheeks, rubbing the roughly with his palms, hoping friction would do it’s job. In the end, he felt only a pinch of heat returning to his face, before his hands begun to sting from cold, and pushed them deeply into his pockets.
“You may wear my sweater if it keep you from being cold,” Airaka offered.
His eyes quickly turned to her, wondering why he had never asked the question in the first place, and his eyes landed on the bright rainbow sweater.
“That one?” he posed, nodding to what seemed to be the only one she had, the one she wore.
Airaka nodded persistently, her brow frowned in an expression that showed she was inwardly inquiring his confusion. Castel on the other hand, was once again surprised by Airaka’s odd sense of generosity, or whatever it was she had. Willing to give ones shirt from straight off their back, in cold weather, to give to someone else.
What interrupted both the teen and the woman’s thoughts was the sound of Airaka’s head slamming into a streetlamp. Castel paused, blinking at her for a moment, before he burst out into to laughter. He held his hand out, though, willingly to help the short woman to her feet between his gasps of laughter. Airaka took a hold of his hand, and pulled herself up, bowing deeply in thanks to him, before brushing the snow off her bottom. When she looked back up, her eyes landed on the sign across from them, and pointed at it.
“This is the store, correct?”
Castel turned about, starring up the eloquently designed billboard on the top of the door, and then nodded his head.
“Yeah… Seem like it.”
Castel pushed his way through the snow, and threw the door open, ignoring Airaka’s flinch that came as the greeting bell rung. He looked about, and nodded his head, satisfied with what he saw. Beautiful, and black, long coats. Some even looked padded, just enough for the winter weather.
“Yep. This should be the store.”
As soon as he had said this, a tanned blond boy popped up beside him, a welcoming smile on his face.
“You mean the Jacket store, Coat a la Mode?” the bright boy asked.
Castel watched Airaka’s eyes darken, the light up in curiosity. Before she could say something that would embarrass him in front of the employee, he nodded his head quickly,
“Ah, so this is the store we’ve been looking for.”
“Hah! I was right. So I bet I also know why you are here. You,” he looked pointedly at Castel, “Need a new winter jacket. Quite professional for a boy your age, eh?”
Castel eyed the boy with curiosity, before sighing. Why did they let such young idiots work in such a prestigious looking place? Ah.. They must be short on staff . . .Or something like that. Hopefully.
“That’s correct,” Castel replied, starting to get annoyed with the boy.
The boy gave him an odd look, before leading him off to the warmer clothing, Airaka following after them like a puppy dog. Castel was handed a few long coats, the employee making comments of how pretty this one was, or how good this one would work in the weather, before being showed quickly to the mirrors.
He threw a tan one on, one he didn’t like much but tried on anyway. It had much to many big buttons, and he didn’t find the sheep skin appealing. Not to mention, Airaka seemed afraid of the choice of material. As he shrugged it off, picking up another one, he decided to start a question with the red head,
“I think that guy was gay,” he stated dully.
Castel noted Airaka’s pause, and her ponderous expression as he looked back at her in the mirror, now wearing a navy one that cut a bit to short at the bottom, realizing to late that she was going to make an odd comment in reply.
“Yes… He was quite happy, wasn’t he,” she replied cheerfully.
Castel sighed, and tried on the next jacket, without another comment. He was quite impressed with this one, it’s bottom reaching down just past his thighs, and instead of buttons, it bore zippers, not to mention, its pockets were much deeper then the other ones. Unfortunately, the sleeves were a bit long; he turned about, looking for help.
The boy popped up beside him again, suddenly as well.
“You seem to like that one. Are you sure?”
Castel jumped back in surprise, before inching slightly away from the staff member. This boy was just a little creepy.
“Err… Yea. But… The sleeves on this Jacket are a bit long, Sir.”
“Nnn… Well, if you are sure you want that one, we could hem it for you.”
“… Yea. I’m sure this is the one I want.”
“Are you sure?”
Castel’s hands curled into a fist,
“What, are you deaf? I said I’d take it.”
The store clerk glared back, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’m not sure you want that one.”
Castel glared darkly at the boy, about to spit out another insult, when another boy quickly popped up.
“Brother! Stop. I won again. Stop trying to win, or he’ll hurt you!”
Castel blinked, peering at the two boys. Both looked a like.
“Twins?” Airaka both seemed to suggest and ask.
They nodded in unison, and Castel saw Airaka grin in accomplishment. He rolled his eyes, and then took off the coat.
“Err... Just check this.”
The angry twin grabbed the coat, and stalked off, and the other one laughed, grinning. Castel cut him off with a cough, and opened his mouth to ask another question,
“What is your accent?”
“Ah.. We get that a lot. Australian.”
“So… A pair of gay, Australian boys…”
The twin looked shocked, and Castel began to move forward. Airaka followed him, making the quick comment of,
“A pair of pretty, gay, Australian boys!”
||Wah... Airaka can't write Australian accents. >>;; ||
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:27 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:32 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:33 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:36 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:37 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:38 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 10:41 am
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