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 Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:26 pm
 Asera Bethke .:Basics:.
That Which My Parents Called Me On That Day: Asera
How They Pronounced It: Uh-sear-uh
My Name Written in The History Books Means: N/A
What You May Call Me: Asera
The Years Upon my Brow: December 22nd, 2012
My Gender Turned Out To Be: Female
My Species Was Born As: Normal
What Generation: 1st
Official Pictures of Me: [Plushie] [Cert]
I Came From A: Plushie Conversion
The Person Who Gave Me Life: Argent (Yushi made the plushie! <333)
The Color I Write In: Silver
.:Family/Friends:.
He/She Who Holds My Heart:
Those I Call My Son:
Those I Call By Daughter:
My Mother's Name:
My Father's Name: Solvas
The Sons Born to My Parents:
The Daughters Born to My Parents:
Those Friends I Hold Dear:
Others:
.:More:.
I Am Attracted To:
Those Species to Catch My Eyes:
Things I Like:
Things I Dislike:
My Own Style:
What I Am Like When You Meet Me: Asera is an AI. She was created piece by piece by her father/creator Solvas Bethke. Because of this Asera is still learning a lot of things about this world. She can be rather naive and unlearned, but she tries to understand things to the best of her ability. She loves to read to try to figure out anything and everything she can about the world around her.
The Life That Has Influenced Me:
Anything Else:
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:32 pm
 Keiren .:Basics:.
That Which My Parents Called Me On That Day: Keiren
How They Pronounced It: Kay-ren
My Name Written in The History Books Means: N/A
What You May Call Me: Keiren, Kei or Ren
The Years Upon my Brow: December 30th, 2012
My Gender Turned Out To Be: Male
My Species Was Born As: Kirin!
What Generation: 1st
Official Pictures of Me: [Cert] [Plushie]
I Came From A: Plushie Conversion
The Person Who Gave Me Life: Meha (Heavenly Snow made the plushie!)
The Color I Write In: Dark Magenta
.:Family/Friends:.
He/She Who Holds My Heart:
Secret Interest: Avida
Those I Call My Son:
Those I Call By Daughter:
My Mother's Name:
My Father's Name:
The Sons Born to My Parents:
The Daughters Born to My Parents:
Those Friends I Hold Dear:
Others:
.:More:.
I Am Attracted To:
Those Species to Catch My Eyes:
Things I Like:
Things I Dislike:
My Own Style:
What I Am Like When You Meet Me: Keiren came from the same school that Kiasa came from. Because of this, he also uses rune magic, similar to her own. However, his is darker in nature. Instead of protecting magic, he uses his magic to inflict curses upon his enemies and to reverse healing. Despite this, he is a very good natured kind of guy and is very sweet if you get to know him. He has a tendency to look out for others and use his own body as a shield, allowing his magic to protect him in shadows and dark energies.
He is, however, cautious about touching others if his emotions are heightened. When emotional, he has a tendency to draw out energy from anything surrounding him.. This could even lead to weakening foes and friends alike as he draws upon their energy to fuel his own... sometimes without realizing it.
Because of this, he can be a lonely kind of guy at times as he distances himself from getting close. Even then, he tries to look at life rather cheerfully and not let others know how much it effects him.
The Life That Has Influenced Me:
Anything Else:
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 6:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 6:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 6:35 pm
 Jynx Bloo-Pardus .:Basics:.
That Which My Parents Called Me On That Day: Jynx Bloo-Pardus
How They Pronounced It:
My Name Written in The History Books Means:
What You May Call Me:
The Years Upon my Brow: 1/11/13
My Gender Turned Out To Be: Female
My Species Was Born As: Normal
What Generation: 3rd technically, 6th In-Character
Official Pictures of Me: [Bowl] [Sparkles] [Kit] [Cert]
I Came From A: Breeding
The Person Who Gave Me Life: Musica
The Color I Write In: Tomato
.:Family/Friends:.
He/She Who Holds My Heart: Hoping beyond hope that her best friend, Nocturne, feels the same way about her...
Those I Call My Son:
Those I Call By Daughter:
My Mother's Name: Isis Bloo-Pardus
My Father's Name: Hagan
The Sons Born to My Parents: Dracien-Zaine Bloo-Pardus
The Daughters Born to My Parents:
Those Friends I Hold Dear:
Others:
Grandfathers- Dorian Bloo and Paitalyi Pardus
.:More:.
I Am Attracted To:
Those Species to Catch My Eyes:
Things I Like:
Things I Dislike:
My Own Style:
What I Am Like When You Meet Me: Jynx can be playful at times, but also quiet and contemplative at others. Despite seeming carefree most times, Jynx has quite a few demons that she keeps hidden behind her thoughts.
The Life That Has Influenced Me:
Anything Else:
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 2:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 2:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 3:04 pm
 Claire Aurora Jones .:Basics:.
That Which My Parents Called Me On That Day: Claire Aurora Jones
How They Pronounced It: N/A
My Name Written in The History Books Means: N/A
What You May Call Me: Claire, Aurora, C.A., Jones
The Years Upon my Brow: January 23rd, 2013
My Gender Turned Out To Be: Female
My Species Was Born As: Half-Breed
What Generation: 1st
Official Pictures of Me: [Cert]
I Came From A: Paid Raffle
The Person Who Gave Me Life: Dark
The Color I Write In: Dark Goldenrod
.:Family/Friends:.
He/She Who Holds My Heart: Aramina! <333
Those I Call My Son:
Those I Call By Daughter:
My Mother's Name:
My Father's Name:
The Sons Born to My Parents:
The Daughters Born to My Parents:
Those Friends I Hold Dear:
Others:
.:More:.
I Am Attracted To:
Those Species to Catch My Eyes:
Things I Like:
Things I Dislike:
My Own Style:
What I Am Like When You Meet Me: This still needs a lot of work as I haven't rped her yet. She is, however, a previous lieutenant on a space ship. She is pretty driven and a strong individual. She's use to being in the line of fire, so she knows how to take care of herself pretty well.
She lost her arm in a previous battle aboard her ship, and it has since been replaced with a metal one. When she wants to, she can use the metal arm as a grappling hook.
The Life That Has Influenced Me:
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 12:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 12:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 12:54 pm
 Cleome Anisa Zurro .:Basics:.
That Which My Parents Called Me On That Day: Cleome Anisa Zurro
How They Pronounced It: Klee-o-may Uh-n-iss-uh
My Name Written in The History Books Means: Cleome is a genus of flowering plants in the Cleomaceae family.
What You May Call Me: Cleome, Cleo
The Years Upon my Brow: February 11th, 2013, won her on Feb 15th.
My Gender Turned Out To Be: Female
My Species Was Born As: Normal
What Generation: 2nd
Official Pictures of Me: [Bowl][Kit] [First Cert] [Second Cert] [Official Cert]
I Came From A: Breeding/Rp Contest. Thanks Ish and Crim!!!
The Person Who Gave Me Life: Dark
The Color I Write In: Tan
.:Family/Friends:.
He/She Who Holds My Heart:
Those I Call My Son:
Those I Call By Daughter:
My Mother's Name: Taylor Zurro
My Father's Name: Azin Zurro
The Sons Born to My Parents: Ebi, Chardon Kassim, Strelitzia Yusuf, Dubstep (adopted) and Trexler (adopted).
The Daughters Born to My Parents: Rasa, Dahlia Raelynn and Lilliana 'Lily' Lynn.
Those Friends I Hold Dear:
Others:
Cadassi- Rasa's Boyfriend/Helps her when she's at the place that will eventually be home. /Like yet another Brother.
Tsunami- Cadassi's mother. Also helps. /Like a 2nd Mother.
.:More:.
I Am Attracted To:
Those Species to Catch My Eyes:
Things I Like:
Things I Dislike:
My Own Style:
What I Am Like When You Meet Me: Cleo is a tough girl. She puts up a rough exterior and is always looking out for her siblings, even those who are older than her. Despite this, Cleo can suffer from depression at times, and even hears voices when she's at her lowest point. However, she's pushed herself to a point where she ignores it, looking out instead for the rest of her family no matter how bad off she is. When she does get bad, however, she goes almost into a trance.. lost in a world of make-believe that only she can see. In this world she has a friend who she is convinced is real and on occasion has even seen him with her and her family. She gets very confused when no one else acknowledges that he's there.
She is still, however, very sweet. She loves to cuddle with her brothers and sisters, always giving them attention and spoiling them whenever she can. And even though she keeps this side of her hidden behind layers, at times even strangers can come to see the soft side of her whenever she's around music or flowers.
The Life That Has Influenced Me:
Anything Else:
She wouldn't forget the first time she saw him. She wasn't very old, still a child. She had heard the voices before, but had always ignored them. She had to be big and strong for her family! But that day that he first appeared was the day she felt everything change.
It was just like any other day, she was playing with her sisters. That was why she hadn't understood when things seemed different somehow..
Her cheeks puffed up, well beyond the point they should have. She stood still, determination clearly written on her face. She felt her ears go red, but she held her ground until she finally let go of the breath, "How long?!"
With a slight giggle, one of her sisters pointed to the watch, "6 minutes and 37 seconds! Not bad! But you'd still have to do better to beat me!"
Cleome mused, "Nu uh, you couldn't beat me!" She stated pointedly, glaring at her sister.
-You know, you really shouldn't antagonize her.-
Cleome looked to the side when she heard the voice but the words quickly disappeared from her head. She shrugged her shoulders with a giant heave, was it her own thoughts? Was no one there? "Oh whatever, she'll be fine!" She glanced back at her sister and stuck out her tongue. After her sister finished, she giggled, "Told ya! Only 5 minutes and 4 seconds!"
"What? That can't be right!" Her sister grabbed the watch from her to look at it in dismay. "No way!"
"Yep!" She crossed her arms to show she was the best when she heard her name being called. "Oh crap! I gotta go! Time for lessons!" She grinned at her sister and wiggled her nose before grabbing her jacket to run out to the other building.
It wasn't a long jog before she entered the white one story building. She unwrinkled her jacket, trying to look pristine, "Sorry I'm late Teach!" She stood upright, noticing that there were a lot of new students that day.
"Its okay, take your seat Cleo." Cleome nodded and scrambled into her chair next to a new boy. His hair was white, and he looked rather handsome in a nice fitting shirt.
She couldn't stop from staring at him and when he offered his paw, she blushed furiously, "I"m Asei, what's your name?"
"Oh, oh, I'm Cleome!" She shook his paw, "Its nice to meet you Asei!"
"You too." He grinned. "I just moved here, my parents thought it would do me some good to get cello lessons and meet some of the other kids!"
Cleome nodded with a slight giggle, "That's awesome! I love playing! You will too." She sat to attention when the teacher motioned for everyone to begin playing.
Over the next course of the weeks, she and Asei had become great friends, always playing together. She found herself enjoying every moment that she got to spend playing the cello with Asei. They even began to hang out after lessons and she was so happy to have a best friend for the first time in her life. However, it was something that would not last.
One day, Asei hadn't shown up to lessons. Cleome found herself very sad, but continued to try to do well at her lessons. She knew Asei would want her to do her best, they were going to try to get first and second chair at the recital and she couldn't wait. After lessons were over, she hopped off of her chair and saw her teacher talking to a very tall man. The man was wearing a long black coat and had silver hair, his face was very grim and it looked as though he had been crying for a while.
As they continued to talk, the teacher looked rather shocked and before she knew it, the teacher started crying. This confused Cleome so much that she pulled on the teacher's skirt, "Teach, is something wrong?"
The woman sniffled somewhat and leaned down, grabbing Cleome into her arms, "Cleome... I'm so very sorry..." Cleome knew something was wrong instantly, the teacher never called her anything but Cleo. "..But Asei was in an accident late last night... I'm afraid... I'm afraid he isn't coming back."
Cleome tilted her head to the side, confused at her teacher's statement. She hopped off her teacher's lap and shook her head. "That's not right..." She stated, however her voice was very cheerful. "Asei is right outside! See, that's his face in the window right there!" Giggling, she stuck her tongue out at her teacher, "Silly Teach! Asei would never leave me!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 12:55 pm
Others/Images Invisible lines of ceasing purity.
Growing in hate and fear.
Shattering like thin glass.
Living like a solemn tear.
To understand is to know.
To gain that great dream.
Instead its a withered life.
An end of a shaky scheme.
Dance along the newborn pine.
In the rising sky under the sun.
Weathered skin becoming scarred.
Flaking off in the season undone.
This wonderful silence.
From a past we'll never share.
Wondering amid the mess.
To a life that will never care.
A melody of a cold lost night.
With memories not there before.
Wanting more than words tell.
Burning deep inside the core.
One shared glance inside a life.
A risen pain from what will not be.
Driven to travel in life alone.
And for this is another tragedy.
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 10:26 am
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