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 Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 9:09 pm
 Welcome to the journal of Rahine and Aereli. As is true of most journals, this one is private and should only be written in by Rahine, Aereli, and their designated friends.
If you would like to house your own interplanetary criminal, please visit us at the ICRS.
Interplanetary Criminal's Name: Rahina R. Tirian
Crime: Medical Crimes: Murder, torture and testing of and on animals, children, and adults of many species in inhumane methods.
Date of Sentencing: 3/20/07
Guardian: Aereli Frolest ([ astra ])
Stage: Baby
Gender: Male
Approximate Height: Baby-sized
Eye Color: Two brown, four gray
Hair Color: None
Skin Color: Dark purple
Other Distinguishing Features: Clubbed tail, claws, back spikes
Likes: ???
Dislikes: ???
Significant Other: ???
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 10:41 pm
[ contents ]
in all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order
[ 01 ] info // the persecuting spirit has its origin... in the assumption that one's own opinions are infallibly correct
[ 02 ] contents // in all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order
[ 03 ] rahina // a scream is always just that-- a noise and not music
[ 04 ] rahine // there is no coming to consciousness without pain
[ 05 ] the downfall // knowledge rests not upon truth alone, but upon error as well
[ 06 ] moldarere // when an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate
[ 07 ] aerin // if one does not understand a person, one tends to regard him as a fool
[ 08 ] progress // we cannot change anything until we accept it-- condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses
[ 09 ] inmates // nobody, as long as he moves about among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble
[ 10 ] brethren // neurosis is always a substitute for legitimate suffering
[ 11 ] acquisitions // the debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 10:51 pm
[ rahina ]
a scream is always just that-- a noise and not music
The Woman
name. Rahina R. Tirian
age. 31
height. 4'9"
hair. bald
skin. violet
eye. topaz, with four gray extra eyes
build. slim, wiry, short
markings. gauge in left ear, LED implants
etc. short+russian
accessories. watch, necklace of skin&tooth.
planet. Moldarere
desc. Industrial planet, prosperous and corrupt.
The Criminal
crimes. Murder of animals, children, and adults
of numerous species via inhumane methods.
Torture of said organisms to the brink of death,
and testing unauthorized chemicals and mental
restraints on the aforementioned.
End. Taken in by second in command.
The Preferences
colors. <3 silver / x orange
music. <3 classical / x everything else
food. <3 Raandiem* / x human food
*A fine Morgarian dish of fine noodles flavored with an assortment of fruits.
Tastes like bubble gum, with a bit more tang.
The Irrationality
fear. To never attain the knowledge she strives for.
chaos?. Being forbidden from science
ease. Control.
unease. Lack of it.
image. Total egotist.
wish. Free reign over live research.
The Personality
best. Her awareness.
worst. Her ego.
weakest. Her research.
talent. Adaptive Biological Research
mannerisms. Leg bouncing + lip pursing
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 10:52 pm
[ rahine ]
there is no coming to consciousness without pain
name. Rahine Raz Frolest
nickname. Razzle Dazzle, Razzy, Rahirahi
birthdate. 03.20.07
age. baby
gender. male
height. small meatsack sized
weight. chubby baby sized
hair. none!
skin. ruddy purple
eyes. two that are brown, four that are gray
+. lulling music, foreign foods
-. everything else, aerin
as he is. a quiet and calculating baby, and always
seems to know exactly what is going through your head.
He was formerly a female scientist that was sentenced
to life as the boys she loved to tear apart.
He will be a thoroughly unpleasant and highly arrogant
child, but maybe he can make some friends. Maybe.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 10:53 pm
[ the downfall ]
knowledge rests not upon truth alone, but upon error as well
The lab was quiet. It wasn't often at Tirian Laboratories, the hustle and bustle of business overtaking the quiet aspects of life. On the outside, it was a normal business front. It all seemed so nice and normal and quaint, a sterile environment where chemicals come in and newer, better chemicals come out.
No one saw the underneath.
No one knew the underneath.
Rahina, the scientist behind it all, stood in the middle of her empty building. She was the one, the leader, and all of not even six Moldaderian units. This translated into not even five feet on Gaia, but at that moment, Rahina R. Tirian didn't even know what Gaia was beyond the rumors-- and neither did she care. She had larger matters to attend to, greater matters. In the dim, Rahina grinned widely, her pointed teeth gleaming.
her matters were far more beautiful.
She inputed a code into a keypad, and the cool swish of air from below greeted her. Rahina descended into the belly of the beast. Staircase after staircase, floor after floor, she returned to her home.
If she listened closely, she could hear the cries of agony in unison. She entered with retinal scan and a pinprick of her blood to test her DNA-- and now she was home. Home sweet home.
Rahina pressed gently into her favorite experiment's room, the doors yielding to her with ease. It was but a little boy, no more than a few seasons old. Old enough to know the horrors being done to him. Old enough to break. She advanced on him, the cool white doors shutting behind her.
"Hello," she crooned, a broad and friendly smile on her face, "Experiment seven zero five alpha." Her face was kindly, motherly even, but there was a syringe in her hand and a scalpel in the other.
The little boy wanted to cry. His name was Avernic, he wanted to say. His name was Avernic, Avernic, Avernic. He was alive, he bled and he cried, he wasn't a number or a specimen.
But Rahina knew this. She knew that this little boy, not even into his race's puberty, was alive. That made it all the more exciting, more gentle, more exhilarating. She carefully smiled, her expression guarded against the rising glee she felt inside.
Rahina looked at her prize experiment, his formerly pale fleshtone of gorgeous pastels was now dirty and broken. There were several open wounds that bled blood that was not his own, sores that ate away at whole portions of his skin. 705A was advancing excellently. His ribs had already snapped, and they were curling in on themselves as planned. She took the time to admire the pair of "wings" he had acquired from them, the membranes between them bleeding and torn. One of his eyes was completely black, the other had bruises from the burst veins beneath. He was glorious.
Rahina froze, the sound of something behind her making her turn abruptly. Behind her was her counterpart, her cohort and ally. He looked displeased, and somewhat sad. She began to speak, harsh words in the rough sounding tongue of Moldarere, but was cut off.
There were large amounts of police behind Varen. She looked down at her chest, and her pristine scrubs and white coat were stained with her sticky blood. It was black. Black as night. Black as death. She looked up at him, and there was betrayal written on his face. His elegant cheekbones, his clear white eyes-- his reptilian features akin to a dragon--
Varenkit was the last thing she saw as a free woman.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 11:11 pm
[ moldarere ]
when an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate
Moldarere is a large industrial planet in the far right hand corner of the galaxy. The technological level is far higher than Gaia, and it exports predominantly weapons, chemicals, and combinations of the aforementioned. The major imports are mainly foodstuffs, including various fruit from the five tropical moons that circle Moldarere.
On the planet's actual surface, life is dreary. Mostly gray and without jungles, the plentiful natural resources are no longer. All that remains on the surface are endless mines, dead jungles, and a dying fauna.
The main race of Moldarere is long dead, a standard humanized alien that could shapeshift, but had no capability for mistrust and so were quickly eradicated. Life on the planet is cut throat and very very dog eat dog.
Rahina's crimes were enabled by the largeness of the capitol city, named Vrekla. It spans 25% of the planet's surface.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 11:28 pm
[ aerin ]
if one does not understand a person, one tends to regard him as a fool
The Man
name. Aereli Frolest
nicks. Aerie, Rere.
age. 18
height. 5'4" (5'7" with his favourite shoes  )
hair. Bubblegum pink and down to about his chin
styled very piecey and flippy, almost emo girl hair.
skin. slightly tanned
eye. bright green
build. tiny, elegant, feminine
markings. gauge in left ear, LED implants
etc. barcode tattoo under left collarbone, spiral on shoulderblade
accessories. piercings and a fang collar in pink, candy
planet. Gaia
The Preferences
colors. <3 pink / x ugly neon yellow
music. <3 happy indie pop / x depressing stuff!
food. <3 mexican anything! / x fish.
The Irrationality
fear. Failure.
chaos?. Abandonment.
ease. Surrounded by love.
unease. Foreign country, and/or foreign + bad clothes!
image. Total egotist.
wish. Free reign over live research.
The Personality
best. Innate happiness
worst. Her ego.
weakest. Uber optimist.
talent. Dancing, not really singing, being cute.
mannerisms. Nail biting+hair twirling+nervous tap.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 11:37 pm
[ progress ]
we cannot change anything until we accept it-- condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses
When I first saw her, I thought she was pretty. Now she just looks cruel...I named her something similar. But a lil more butch just in case.
Oh god he bites and stuff and is kind of mean and ack ack ack he's yelling--!
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 11:39 pm
[ inmates ]
nobody, as long as he moves about among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble
[ no one yet ]
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 11:40 pm
[ brethren ]
neurosis is always a substitute for legitimate suffering
Aereli -- yuckbluck! evil
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 12:19 am
[ acquisitions ]
the debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 1:13 am
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