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 Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 9:57 am
This is the journal for Nemesis, as he grows up. Please listen to the rules of the Owner (DeMoNtAiNtEd.) Also this journal will be watched to see how your pet develops so make sure you update it lots.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 10:17 am
a cursory Introduction of sorts...
Well, one thing has not changed; I still refuse to do proper journal layouts because I'm lazy... go figure.
I acquired this pet through a pet trade which is not RP mandatory but prefered for random bits, as is Sian's...
I have read the rules, understand them, and intend to abide by them... but I have a problem with swearing, so do forgive and forget, or flat out ignore. Also, I am prone to dirty innuendo and the occasional sexual tension depending on characters, situation, and type of fiction, but I never write explicit,(it is far too blunt and always shines through as incrediably cliche` )
I will rarely, if *ever* write in journal format, so don't expect a top knotch journal-esque approach. But I do hope you enjoy reading what I write...
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 10:19 am
PETS!
Here is where imgs of any other pets that I may or may not ever have, will go... For I dislike the idea of several individual journals when I could have but one, nice and large one. Lucien : Sennyo - Dark Nymph Jik & Nik : Inner Fairy - Twins Nemesis : Mysteria - Custom Ghul : Phantasmium - Pet Trade Aldred : Starlets - Custom Odysseus : Little Monsters - Custom Blakely : Guiding Souls - Custom Nerrain : Pundus - Pet Trade Denien : Reibies Labs & Adoptables - Gift
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 10:24 am
The Profiles... of me... and any other me's...
 Basic Bio of the Idiot behind the Gaian Name: DemonTainted NickNames: Demon, DT, D', Atticus, DRF, and mean b*****d Age:20-25.... guess, but never will I tell! Hght: 5'10 Zodiac: Borderline Pisces/Aries Likes:Any and all things shiny, BDSM, yaoi, possessive bastards, silence, SLEEP, necks, pulses, hands, and occasionally the nicely muscled set of arms... Dislikes:Phones, Telephones, Cellphones, Cordless phones, cordphones, PHONES OF ANY KIND, loud- obnoxious noises, overly peppy individuals, bad-played attention whores... and people that report others for excessive ********, s**t, b*****d, a*****e, c**t, dyke, f**, and p***s are just words people... they can't physically hurt you!) Retardations: I seem to have trouble opening a variety of doors... There is a specific character I tend to use when I RP, he has the same basic stats save for hght, wght, and species... in which below is what it be... Species: Werewolf
Hght: 6'7
Wght: (just enough to suffocte you I'm guessing.)
Abnormal Traits:
The difference with this RP character is that he is a full size larger than a fully grown human male; and correctly proportioned as such too. Which I'm sure, would lead anyone to believe he'd be a bit stronger than average e.e; (But not a ******** incredible Hulk rip-off, alright?)
In wolf form he's roughly the size of a mini-cooper with black fur and yellow/gold eyes... again correctly proportioned except according to a fully grown wolf(clearly)
Factoids:
Due to his large size, D' has mild claustorphobia, which is enhanced when in wolf form... e.e;
Once a powerful Ulfric in a high-ranking pack... but was exhiled for reasons unknown.
Is, a womanizing jackass that also goes after men... so no sex is safe.
He only has three things on his mind at any given time: Beer, Meat, and Sex
Is well known for hating cats, but not nearly as much for his loath of faeries.
Was once cursed by a Brujah; which is why he can never find his pants in the morning if he didn't happen to sleep with them on the night before...
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 9:09 pm
NPC's
That will most likely have appearances or references in my journal.
They are from my shop and thusly copyrighted to me; they will come up in this journal most likely because my character 'DT' runs the organization and keeps his uncle GD from killing the GCB's GD: DT's 38yr old uncle; known for being a heavy drunk whom owns millions thanks to shady business deals and pleasant relations with Bill Gates... Thirteen Maids: We do not know their names nor their ages, all are identical and claim to be 'cousins'. They keep the mansion tidey and plot for world domination on their days off. They generally do not like adults. The Butler: Prefers to be called "The Butler", and does not respond to any other title. He's a shifty old man that probably worked- not for batman, but was batman. All persons coming into contact with the butler must keep their car keys out of sight and hand... he tends to speed. Mr.McGrimm; the Gardener: A spry old man that tends to chase the kiddlets with a wrake. It is suspiciously curious that he may be related to the gravedigger found in The Burial Grounds. Cherish Cumings; the Hostess: A mysterious woman still on the payroll but has not been seen in months; GD speaks of her often, only in past-tense; and usually referencing events no one else has experienced. She was last seen near the torture chamber four floors down from ground level. Lye Owne: Of questionable... species, Lye site-not-allowed's personal body-guard. He is half-lion, no one is quite sure how and why that was even possible, very few have been brave enough to ask when faced with the seven foot four tall and broad-muscled man, more animal than man, on occasion... Kayna: The lead kiddlet that loves to cause all sorts of trouble for GD; he is one of three kiddlets that refuse to leave the mansion whatsoever. He is the brains of the group and is quite devious in using them against those that attract his attention. Jaine: Despite the feminine name, he is the epitome of masculinity. He is the muscle of the three and and has quicksilver hands... considering he is often the one that steals GD's liquor from his belt, on numerous occasions. Squire: A skirt chaser from the very start, this oh-so-innocent boy is the one you've got to guard your knicker's against. He's as straight as they come and gives the maids a hell of a time in their tiny uniforms. Squire has been known for rallying search-parties of kiddlets to find Cherish... or Cherish's rescently worn underwear.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2005 10:34 pm
Linkage
Meh, why not? On Gaia:
Written Works : A more or less 'blarghaksfgfdio' slapped together thread in the original fiction forum of gaia... where I placed some of my original fiction... be prepared for disappointment because none of it is finished e.e
Vampire Journal : Up until now, I managed to only have one journal, this is it, many a lurkers from my store say they like my questionable entries... I dunno sometimes.
GCB : My petshop... when I once had an avy edit shop, an avatar art shop... and then pets... I just couldn't keep myself away I guess. Basically full of pretty boys with gender problems.
Off Gaia:
DA : My deviantArt account which sometimes has my most rescent art... othertimes not since I'm forgetful like that.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2005 10:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2005 10:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2005 11:52 pm
Somone...
...shoot me.
No- really, shoot. Me.
It's another egg!
Another godamned egg!
Where are these ******** things coming from?
Have I started laying eggs out of my a** while I sleep? Have I developed a sleep-walking habit of exiting my house and snatching up eggs off the street?
I can understand the first egg, (well not really, but at least it was of explainable origin.) But a second?!
It even has funny crayon marks on it!
How weird is that?
"Luci- Lucien not now damnit!"
Stupid animal... my leg is not a teddy bear.
Okay... Let's just take a breather for a sec... k? Good. That's nice... nice and not thinking... just breathing, rubbing the bridge between my eyes feels good; moving onto the back of my neck feels better. Much less tension now and-
"Lucien, let the ******** go of my leg!"
...
"Thank you."
Breathing in.... exhaling... inhaling now, hold it for a second, breathing out.
Damnit I need a cigarette now.
But what the hell am I going to do with the egg?
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 9:14 pm
Ugh... things have been above and beyond hell in a hand basket lately.
After finding that strange kid a new home, things were quiet. For a good ******** three seconds... Lucien still clings to me at every given moment... except when he happens to be eating or sleeping.
He's currently sleeping so shut the ******** up and keep the noise down.
Last thing I want to do is wake him up.
But other than that, I've taken to carrying around that weird egg with the funny markings on it... which is kind of messed up since I didn't carry Lucien around with me.
Maybe it's because I don't know where it came from?
Eh, ********, who knows?
Other than the bizare-o egg, which I'm kinda playing catch with at the moment... (great fun by-the-by) Back at the mansion, me and Lye managed to narrow down the main three troublemakers that have been causing such a stir lately.
Lye?
He's my uncle's body-guard, knew 'im since I was munchkin; he's uh... a bit... different from your average body-guard... he's half lion... now, we're not quite sure how his parents managed it... but then again, we haven't been too keen on asking about the mechanics.
As for the troublemakers, the lead brat is Kayna, a pushy little b*****d that has naturally pointy hair... which, in my opinion, is a sign of his satanic birthright... the bratty mongrel!
Then there's Kayna's muscle, Jaine... don't be decieved by the girly name, the kid is one crafty sonofabitch... afterall, he's the one that has managed to filch my uncle's liquor from his own godamn belt on numerous occasions.
The last one is a bit of a rogue, his name's Squire, and he's the one that gives the maids the trouble... seeing as how the little perv is a skirt-chaser.
I actually caught him making plans to go find Ms. Cummings a few times... that and breaking into the Maids's private rooms to steal their underwear...
It's quite a ******** trip, this whole thing but- "s**t!"
...
Almost dropped the egg that time... good thing I caught it in the nic' of time.
Wish I could say the same of that coffee table I just broke.
Oh well... I didn't like it that much anyway.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 8:58 pm
D' wondered if the creature in the egg was getting dizzy yet.
Or if it even could.
He, afterall, was spinning it on top of the counter in his kitchen, seated on a stool and smoking a cigarette with his freehand.
It probably wasn't the nicest thing to do to an egg, most likely he should be stuffing it somewhere warm and have a heating light on it to keep it warm... But he wasn't, the thing was warm enough all by itself, and from his godamned body heat.
Because D' hadn't put the blasted egg down once since he first picked it up.
And damn, had he done some ******** up s**t to it, almost felt sorry for it really... but then again, he didn't.
Sides' he was sure it was having the time of it's life inside the egg... or thought it was in hell... either way, it was having a ******** shitload more of an interesting time then just sitting in a well-cushioned shoebox and roasting alive under one of those heating lamps.
Which D' kind of regretted doing to Lucien, he was almost positive that the nymph-like creature was missing one too many a marble upstairs, you know?
D' stopped spinning the egg for a minute to raise it up to eye-level, studying the strange etching on the surface.
With absurd curiosity he then licked the egg.
Well, it didn't taste like a chicken egg... so...
Oh well.
He went back to spinning the egg on the countertop.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2005 5:27 pm
You know those weird flowers that I mentioned in passing, a while ago?
Well, they kind of moved into my living room... the sliding glass door had been left open while I went out to get a beer; and when I came back, I see small tracks of dirt leading into the house and on top of the cardboard box that I'm currently using as a replacement after breaking the coffee table.
Beyond ******** weird if you ask me.
Why am I even mentioning the godamn flowers?
I'l tell you why you ******** was just sleeping on my own ******** couch; one hand behind my head, the other on my stomach, holding the egg which I've yet to ******** put down- and I'm out like a light.
(It having been a full moon just the other day so I was pretty ******** wiped after having one hell of a romp in the woods out back.)
Opening my eyes- what do I then see?!
The remnants of flower petals and two mini-humanish buggy people with wings; which, in my opinion- wouldn't have been all that ******** creepy.
If they hadn't been just about to throw my egg off the edge of the box!
Another floordive and the egg is safe.
I only wish I could say the same thing about my hair.
Both of the little fairy bug twats seem to think that my hair is their home. Haven't been able to scrape the little ******** off since, and that was three days ago... least to say... showers and baths have been a little more interesting lately...
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 6:12 pm
God...
Goddess...
s**t that was a really good nap, seriously, I haven't slept that well in ages!
Which damned well surprises the shyte out of me, considering the twin fairy bugs have still refused to leave my hair since... uh, blossoming.
Ugh... need to get up and brush my teeth, beer leaves a wretched after-
"WHAT DID THE TWO OF YOU LITTLE TWATS DO TO MY EGG?!"
Broken bits of egg shell lay scattered all over my bed and floor.
"Not so keen to be in my hair, now are ya?!" I practically screech as I charge after the two delinquents that are now trying to make their way outside... into the... sunlight.
I'm going to kill them for busting my egg!
I don't know where the hell it came from but I liked ******** around with it, so ergo- IT WAS MINE!
MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE~!
"Come back here you midgety little ********! I'm going to rip your wings off and then take that smarmy little b*****d twin of yours and beatchya' ta' death with 'im!"
I don't make threats...
I don't make promises.
I predict their ******** demise is what!
Did that little piece of s**t just-?
It did!
The little ******** flipped me off!
I'm going to kill them both!
You know that saying, kill two birds with one stone? You want to know how I'm going to accomplish that master feat in killing those fairies?
By using a big a** ******** rock!
"I said come back here, daddy only wants to play- ******** the hell just bit me?!
The ******** all queer looking... white hair, black skin... red tattoo marks of some kind, a tail?
Is that...?
It is!
That's my shirt the little monster is wearing!
And why is it glaring at me?! He's the one that pilfered *my* shirt and then the little cretin has the nerve to latch onto my leg and bite me!
Uh-oh... Lucien and this wee monster don't seem to like each very much.
If the growling, snarling, hissing, and clawing cat-fight-ishness is anything to go by... s**t, I better seperate the buggers before they get blood on my ******** 'ell!
"I just saved your tail from getting stomped on and you all but strangle me with them clawlike hands of yours? Some ******** gratitude!"
The little monster is now clinging to my front, tail wrapped around my middle, small arms and legs wrapped around my body, ******** talon claws digging into my ******** stings!
"You ******** little monster!" That didn't come out nearly as menacing as I'd intended.
He just laughed at me, didn't he?
ARGH!
p***k!
"Nemesis."
What?
Is that the little buggers name that he picked out all for himself then?
Hssss~! Damnit! He dug his little hands and feet in... I think he's expecting me to do something.
Abusive little s**t- should smack you for- Ouch!
Damnit, quite doing that!
"What do you want me to say, what!? Stop ******** doing that!"
Great... the fairy bugs are back. In. My. Hair.
"No! No, stop that! If you three little brats are going to fight, you won't do it on me!"
"I mean it Nemesis, knock it off!"
Um... well that was um...ok.
Good... at least he's kind of... obediant.
He stopped trying to eat the fairy bugs.
Well, one of them at least.
I guess that's a sign that he's hungry, then?
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 8:12 pm
UPDATE:
No RP post here at the moment, I've rescently gotten rid of multiple viruses or bad file programs for my computer and have checked to make sure my necessary art programs are up and running for my petshop... I am also close to an onlinecoursework deadline, which, once completed, will free up more time for RP in this thread and in the group one
I have also rescently come into acquisition of a guild, that will suck up some of that free time so I can get it all fixed up, not to mention the pet upgrades and bribes I still need to finish.
So I apoligize for the delay of reading further journalish entries within this thread.
(this post will be replaced with an RP post after certain things have been done
EDIT:
Or... you know, not.)
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 10:16 pm
"Ouch!"
Little b*****d.
"Yess~ it's a ******** book now stop hitting me with it!"
Haven't gotten a moments ******** rest since the little bugger hatched from that egg!
It must be getting revenge on me for all those times I spun it around on the tabletop and the countless near-death experiences it had while in the egg... it must be.
There just isn't any other explaination!
The dratted fairy bugs are still in my hair, Lucien refuses to come inside- prefering to live in that ******** willow tree until Nemesis disappears; Denien has been in and out of the house for weeks, except when he stopped by to give me a queer lighter in the shape of a wolf.
Still don't know whether or not he was trying to make a jab at me or something.
As for the blasted hellion himself, he's pestered me with endless questions, that if I do not answer, he will either attempt to cause me, the fairy bugs, or the object in question.... severe bodily harm.
Which explains three broken coffee cups, two angrily chittering- twin fairy bugs in my hair, five shattered windows, and one ripped up sofa.
A good thing I didn't particularly like that sofa or Nemesis would be hobbling around on one leg.
"Read."
Ever the demanding little s**t... it's ******** ridiculous how I seem to have a soft spot for the midgety b*****d.
"Fine, give it here, monster."
I usually find it quite aggrivating how he always seems to think of 'monster' as a term of endearment I use just for him.
Proof of that being how he practically claws my legs to death as he scrambles up into my lap, tail wrapped near-suffocatingly around my left bicep while shoving the book in my other hand.
Glancing at the cover, I then flip open to the first page.
Go figure I'd be reading the little devil a horror-smut novel.
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