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 Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 11:55 pm
  =Name: Relíque
=Gender: Female
=Word Esscence: Angel's Tear
=Manifest Emotion: Fear
=Stage: Final
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 4:45 pm
I. Welcome
II. Contents
III. Laws
IV. Relíque
V. Abilities
VI. History
VII. Others
VIII-XIII. Reserved
XIV. Credits
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 4:52 pm
I. Do not post in here if you do not have permission
II. Only Staff may post here without permission
III. Relíque is NOT for sale. Never ask me if she is or if she ever will be
IV. I don't know if Sorrow's can have kids, but if they can, don't ask me for her offspring.
V. Follow these rules
VI. I'm allowed to change these when ever I want.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 5:53 pm
=Name: Relíque
=Gender: Female
=Guardian: None (Azumi)
=Word Essence: Angel's Tear
=Manifest Emotion: Fear
=D.O.B.: 1580
=Stage: Final
=Age: 427. Looks 20/21.
=Eyes: A vivid red
=Hair Color: Silver/white
=Voice sounds something like: This
=Loved one: No one
=Likes: Churches themselves (the building's architecture, but not what they stand for), big old places where one isn't supposed to be, bells, birds/small animals, solitude, calm, watching people, children.
=Dislikes: EVERYTHING about the church/religion/the Bible/God/etc (popes, nuns, etc), chaos, war, death.
=Appearance: With enough curves for a woman, the majority of that “curve” being in her hip area, Relíque’s body is quite lithe and perfect enough for her own tastes. Crimson eyes of large beauty, showing either her feelings or no emotion at all, give one a buzz of their fear, even when the left one is hidden behind a porcelain mask, or wisps of long and short ivory hair. Every inch of her skin is supple and pale peach, while wrinkles and age lines, despite her many years of life, are no where to be seen…The same could be said for any other marks, such as scars, but those are merely hidden under the corset that hugs her torso in a comfortable fashion, or the many veils and fluttering, loose, fabrics that trickle off her person. Arms are partially hidden in unattached sleeves held together by bunched material and ribbons, and lace and tattered cloth gloves hug her delicate hands and forearms.
The Sorrow trademark clock-gears glint as they hang across one side of her hip from her corset, occasionally hidden underneath white fur trimming, or nestled between the folds of the silk fabric that acts as a wrap-skirt for her lower half. Four, two in back and two in front, silk tassels independently trail down to the ground from her waist, each one trimmed in white fur, and drag lightly around her feet. Boots of simple white material, not leather, but still stiff and sturdy where need be, are of the wedged heel type, and lack any sort of gaudy metal closers as they reach up to mid-thigh, hugging every curve and angle of her legs as they do so.
=Personality: Cautious and skeptical of most things, her secrets are for her heart and her heart only. And even with her gilded looks and silver bell voice, she is blunt and unreserved in her opinions and comments. Smiles and laughter, as well as the offer of help, are a rarity; if you so come upon them, keep them close.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 5:55 pm
=Word Essence=
Angel('s): [n] 1. One of a class of spiritual beings; a celestial attendant of God.
2. A person who performs a mission of God or acts as if sent by God.
3. A conventional representation of such a being, in human form, with wings, usually in white robes.
Tear: [n] 1. This fluid appearing in or flowing from the eye as the result of emotion, esp. grief.
=Manifest Emotion=
Fear: [n] A distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid.
=Power=
The controlled: Relíque's controlled ability it to essentially "mend" things, whether they be living flesh or inanimate objects. She does this by the use of her tears, which she can usually produce at just about any given time, despite her current emotional state (happy, mad, etc.). By dripping, or wiping, the tears on a wound, which can be a fair scrape, gash, slice, etc., it’ll fizz and sizzle white, then gold, and then be good as new. As far as mending inanimate objects goes, she can fix cracks, chips, and put small pieces, of glass or metal, back together by putting tears on her finger and slowly dragging it over the crack or chip of whatever she wants to fix.
The Uncontrolled: Relíque’s uncontrolled ability is what causes her to be careful and aloof most of the time. See, when one looks directly at her face, and into her eyes, even if only for a millisecond glance, they immediately become hooked and can’t look away. Mere seconds later after being “caught”, the person will experience their very worst fears, both mentally and physically.
MORE COMING as soon as I can properly explain it.
=Weakness=
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 5:56 pm
Coming. (She was created in 1580)
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:03 pm
Arwen's Song
Song: Arwen's Song
Artist: Sung by Liv Tyler. LotR Soundtrack.
With a sigh you turn away
with a deepening heart
no more words to say
You will find that the world has changed forever.
And the trees are now turning from green to gold
And the sun is now fading
I wish I could hold you closer.The World
Song: The world
Artist: Yuki Kajiura
You are here alone again
In your sweet insanity
All too calm, you hide yourself from reality
Do you call it solitude? Do you call it liberty?
When all the world turns away to leave you lonely
The fields are filled with desires
All voices crying for freedom
But all in vain they will fade away
There's only you to answer you, forever
In blinded mind you are singing
A glorious hallelujah
The distant flutter of angels
They're all too far, too far to reach for you
I am here alone again
In my sweet serenity
Hoping you will ever find me in any place
I will call it solitude when all my songs fade in vain
In my voice, far away to eternity
Just Listen
Song: Listen
Artist: Paul Schwartz
Above the light
Between the stardust....Listen
Within the mist
Beside the Rainfall...Listen
One voice
One voice
Sings
One voice
One voice
Brings Peace
Before the breath
Beside the heartbeat...Listen
Upon the sigh Outside the darkness....Listen
One voice
One voice
Sings
One Voice
One Voice
Brings peace
Lift me up
Above this weathered ground
I tremble
Float me
Soledad
Song: Soledad
Artist: Paul SchwartzInstrumental
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:34 pm
=Clockwork Sorrow (C) Silencieux
=Relíque art and components (c) Silenciuex
=Relíque herself (C) Me. Azumi.
=Brushes used in the banners (c) MissM
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 2:27 pm
=This is your preparation, not mine= I am not sure where to begin in this introduction of sorts for in my long life I have never kept something like this. I don’t believe I’ve ever wanted to, so whatever has compelled me to start now, I honestly have no idea. All events and happenings, conversations and meetings, have forever, in the past, been simply stored in my mind while I’ve tried desperately to forget them… and sadly I have failed in that matter, for I remember everything that has ever happened to me; I can recall every feeling and emotion I have felt, every word I’ve said and every word someone else has said to me; I know every truth I’ve heard and told, as well as every lie… But you see, no one else knows. No one else knows because I am a person who rarely tells of myself…and I rarely tell of myself because every time that I have, something was ruined. So now, journal/diary, perhaps that is why I have suddenly began writing; You are not a living thing, only an inanimate object that has no recollection or feeling, and thus you cannot be ruined…and if you ever shall be, then it is no loss to me for I will never forget anything that I have written in you anyways. I plan to tell you my secrets and my past; the time I loved and the time I died; the times I’ve protected others and when others protected me, as well as the times I’ve felt free from the pain and suffering that now forever follows me like a sick shadow. I am going to tell you things others have never heard before, but do not be alarmed if their order is skewed, or if the gaps become too wide…I’m saving you from a torture that only I have been ordered to go through.
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