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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 12:08 pm
Code: Identity-[Lorelee Burnheart] Codenames-[Lee, Lorey, Lorakeet (after the bird)] Years-[25] {I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly, I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky...} Species-[Human] Appearance-[ ] {Staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way through the crowd...} Background-[I was always told that my father left us because he didn't want to bring us down. I suppose he was quite the character. So much character, in fact, that he could seldom control himself. So, it was always just me and my mother in our very small, not very nice apartment in a neighborhood to match. We were safe, so long as we were always together and our neighbors knew of our whereabouts.
Since my father left us with nothing, my mother had to teach me how to clean, so that I could make an income as well. Not that it helped our overall situation, but it did put food on the table.
One day, my mother left the house to go get some groceries. We had both earned a few bonuses, and we were going to celebrate. I was old enough to stay home alone then... around sixteen. She never came back, though. Of course I was devastated. No one knows what happened exactly, how she was hit, but all I know was that the aircraft was manned by a drunken driver. Details further than that are unnecessary to me. She's gone, and I must make my own way.
I started taking on my mother's work, explaining to each client what had passed. some took it upon themselves to pity me, while some decided they really didn't need a cleaning woman afterall. I suppose that's the trouble with what I do now. People either shower you with help and pity, or completely ignore you, as if you are nothing more than the dirt that you scrub away from their filthy houses.
My life isn't happy, though it's something to live for now. I sometimes like to think that my mother is with me in some way... though I can't really say if that's just a dream or something that seems so real because I want it to be real so, so badly.
I am a Housekeeper. I am a girl in a very large world. But most importantly, I am Lorelee Burnheart.
-after events have passed-
Dreams can come true. After meeting Richard, I've not only found security and friendship, but love. We've been through hell and back again, but now that we're engaged, nothing can tear us apart. Marriage won't happen for awhile, I know. Still, we're going to make it through this.] Actions- [Lorelee is very soft-spoken. Her life has humbled her to a degree that she can never quite recover from. When faced with someone that perhaps confuses or discourages her, she becomes a bit analytical, seemingly cold. Once you earn you friendship, though, she becomes a bubbly, kind person, deserving of no malice.] {How can I let you know I'm more than the dress and the voice? Just reach for me and you will know that you are not dreaming.} Theme-[Eyes on Me, Angela Aki version or just the simple piano rendition] Controller-[DevonyEvony] Color-[green]
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 3:20 pm
Identity-[Bobtail 'Bobby' Striker] Codenames-[Bobtail, Bobby. His real name is unknown to most people.] Years-[25] { You don't love me at all, But don't think that it bothers me at all. You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but you're... you're so damn hot...} Species-[Cule] Appearance-[ ] {Oh such grace, oh such beauty, and lipstick and callous and fishnets and malice. Oh darlin' you're a million ways to be cruel. } Background-[Bobby's a victim of the hatred going on in Sarente. Robbed of his parents at a young age, he raised himself on the streets of Krishna. Because of his life of risks and glamourous thievery, he's developed a bit of an ego. Of course, this attitude and lifestyle caught up with him when he was about 20. The human guards finally captured him after a cry of 'pickpocket!' but instead of killing him as was customary for surviving Cule, he was instead submitted to heinous torture, losing his tail in the process. And so, from that day forward, he took upon himself the name Bobtail, 'Bobby' for short, along with the vow that he would take down the human military force so no one would have to suffer as he did. He is now the head of the underground.] Actions- [He's a charmer, a fast-talker, and a general lady's man. There are times when the lingo gets thick, but it's easy to understand once you've been in the underground long enough. If anyone's in danger, though, he'll risk his life let alone what's left of his tail to get them to safety. He does have some kind of dignity about him.] { So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?} Theme-[You're So Damn Hot, You're a Million Ways to be Cruel, Lyring is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off] Controller-[DevonyEvony] Color-[grey]
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 3:46 pm
Identity-[Mahavir] Codenames-[Moony] Years-[20] {Once there was a time when we could learn
All the simple pleasantries a follower should yearn
Now all that I can do is watch them burn
And wish that I could save them all,
Or just one } Species-[Cule] Appearance-[ ] {See the Fake, Everyday shaking hands of men, Promising the end.
Hear Him Speak
Of all the things that we need to hear, to adhere } Background-[Mahavir grew up much like his 'older brother' Bobtail, alone on the streets of Krishna, but spending more of his time in Vreela. His own parents had been wiped out by a group of drunken militia men for sport, forcing him to deal with isolation and deep resentment from an early age.
When he was a teenager, about fourteen, he met Bobtail after his terrible ordeal. Because of his efforts, bobby survived, and together they began to form their underground rebel society.] Actions- [Moony has a lot of respect for Cules. Humans, though, he is very wary of. He doesn't harbor a great prejudice for them, but if they don a military suit or show support for them, they're as good as a mortal enemy. He does try to please people, and has a big heart.] { The visions that I've seen have left me torn
Between the resurrection and the prophecy unborn
I think that I will document the fall
And say I hate to say it
But I told you all.. .} Theme-[Justify] Controller-[DevonyEvony] Color-[dark blue]
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:50 am
Identity-
[Miranda Newhaven] Codenames-
['Randa] Years-
[24] {I am moving through the crowd,
trying to find myself..} Species-
[Half-Cule] Appearance-
[
[Miranda was born without kitty paws, rather human hands and feet, which would come in handy with her profession.]{Don't wanna be no one,
but me.} Background-
[Born into a family of nine and from a cule mother and human father, Miranda was always a bit of an oddball. She was the youngest, and most human looking of the family, except for her ears and tail. Her mother had escaped the prosecution of Sarente, and had met her father on Veratia, where they fell in love, were married, and had three kids.
Early on in life, Miranda showed a passion for mechanics, and racing. Her father would take her to a match whenever he could, and she'd always promise herself that she'd be there one day, as a racer.
When she was in her late teens, with her brothers and sisters already moved out of the house, her mother contracted an illness and died a few months after, leaving only her locket to Miranda, something she always wears now. She did what she could to help her father bring in the credits, and turned to modeling for a few years. Even then, her sight was always set on racing, a dream that was fullfilled when she hit 20. Veratia was holding a 'newbie' race, for any new faces that could enter the circuit, and she beat all the applicants hands down with a few special tricks she'd made up herself. After that, her career took off full force, and she was able to support herself and live out her dream as a racer. She's still doing so, and looking for a few new horizons to explore.] Actions-
[People might expect Miranda to be selfish, mean, or shallow, a result of her fame, but thats not true. Sure, she has her moments, but she has a big heart, and she is completely loyal to her friends and family. She's very open, with a firey personality and wit. She has a weakness for cute guys, but shes not the best judge of character, and any relationship she's ever had has gone down in flames.] {Your life plays out on the shadows of the wall,
you turn the light on to erase it all.} Theme-
[No One] Controller-
[Lady Lyssa Dragon Tamer] Color-
[Indigo]
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- Pocket Full of Ashes - Crew
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:13 pm
Identity-[Richard Rageon Mentaro]Codenames-[Just Richard]Years-[30]{Another knife in my hands, a stain that never comes off the sheets. Clean me off...}Species-[Human]Appearance- {Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace. I did it all so maybe I'd live this every day...}Background-((since Richard is not liable to talk about his own 'skeletons in the closet' if you will, I shall tell the m for you! ^-^))[
Richards life was a simple one. He had a rather large family, that was very stern about the Men of the family having some Military experience. Richard was no exception, working his way high up in the ranks. His mother was always loving and supportive, but grew cold and strict about his success once his father died. It was Richards lot in life to follow his fathers foot steps to a T. He was happily married when a scandle broke out in the Academy, Richard finding himself caught up in it through a funny twist of fate. He was immediately demoted, so to avoid most of the shame, he resigned and went to work for the local police force.
He really only hated it, since it seemed to harden his heart and numb him of the emotions he once held so dearly. His only relief was Coming home to his beloved Rose, who stood strong by him during all of this.
It was till one fateful assignment came his way, that Richard's life took a horrid turn. After investigating a series of serial murders, It appeared that Richard and his men were digging too deep. They were warned to back off the case, told it was being handled by a higher force. But that didn't stop Richard from wanting the truth... That curiosity killed his beloved wife.
Grief stricken and angry, Richard vowed to one day find who killed his wife, traveling the galaxy with his new found friend, an Arran named Enty.
Yet his search was put on hold when he found himself stumbling through a strain of events that led him to meeting Lorey. He found himself falling more and more in love with her every moment he could be blessed to be with her. She brought his heart out of the shadows, making his dark, angry future seem bright and lovely again.
He feels that he's been given this second chance at happiness, and he wasn't going to let anything ruin it. ]Actions- [I'm what many people would call a gentleman...even though I wouldn't call myself any type. I'm a loner, except for the fact that I travel with Enty. He saved my life and I his far too many times for me to abandon him. He's like the only family I have really. I'm told I'm kind and quite gentle on a personal level, but on the outside I'm rough and jagged. I'm not a violent man, though cross me and you will loose and appendage.]{We'll love again, we'll laugh again and it's better off this way...}Theme-[I Never Told You What I Do For a Living - My Chemical Romance]Controller-[AshGreenArtist]Color-[Olive]
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:38 pm
Identity-[Entatiri Chuka]Codenames-[Enty]Years-[(in human years) 15]{A wild gift...that you wanna give}Species-[Arran]Appearance-
 {Who's the hunter...who's the game?}Background-[Enty was banned from his home years ago when a fateful accident left his small village in shambles. He was considered cursed and full of evil because he was curious about the modern and the new. He was fascinated by computers and the machines humans seemed to use to get around. After much observing, Enty managed to trade a human a load of herbal medicines for an old, broken down speeder. After much tinkering, he felt like he had it working. But when he tried to turn it on, the engine caught on fire, nearly destroying the forest where they lived. He was immediately banished as mentioned and thus began his journey for acceptance.
He found it when he encountered an ex-military officer on the run. The two quickly bonded and became inseparable. At first it was only because he owed his life to Enty and vise versa, but because he felt at home again. Richard could speak a little Arran, enough to understand little Enty, who in turn, taught him more and more so that the two could understand each other.]Actions- [Yub-yab Tra la bee su si ka yu sa' ento eh-
How about a translation:
Enty is essentially a little fireball of spunk and knowledge. He's smart a whip and tough as nails, going to great lengths to protect Richard and himself from harm. He's fascinated with shiny objects and electronics, though will get skittish at something too foreign to him]{You won't be caged in the call of the wild....}Theme-[The Warrior - Scandal]Controller-[AshGreenArtist]Color-[Brown]
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- Pocket Full of Ashes - Crew
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 4:02 pm
Identity-[Lisa Strata] Codenames-[Raincloud] Years-[24] {And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand...} Species-[Human] Appearance-[ ] { When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.} Background-[Lisa's from an orphanage, placed there after her parents went missing quite suddenly. After no one in her own family would take her in, she was sent off. The whole experience made her rather bitter, and a bit of a smart-mouthed spitfire. Regardless, though, she still has a sense of right and wrong.
She was apprenticed to an old flower merchant when she was sixteen, and has worked in the shop ever since.] Actions- [Smart, a tad catty, but caring. She doesn't have a heart of stone, though the walls around it are hard enough. {When everything seems like the movies, yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive.} Theme-[Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls] Controller-[DevonyEvony] Color-Blue
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:20 pm
Identity-[Damian Centurion ] Codenames-[Moneybags] Years-[28] {I am God's gift. But why would he bless me with such wit without
a conscience equipped?} Species-[Human] Appearance-[ ] { Signing off I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright but it went to his head} Background-[Damian was raised in high society mostly by his father. His mother passed away while he was still young because of a a hereditary illness. Without a female in his life, he lacked the finer qualities of being a true gentleman, but this is not to say he is void of all morality.
Damian has a habit of misplacing his feelings and approaching people the wrong way, but with his money, he can change the tides in almost any situation. He is now manager for the Centurion Ballroom, a family business that has gained him much prestige and respect throughout Veratia.
-in later events-
Now that his father, Liam Centurion, has been murdered and the Ball Room taken from his grasp, Damian must find who has changed the will, or influenced his father so to make these events occur. With Raquel at his side along with Richard and Lorey, he will try to unravel the mystery without taking them all down with him.] Actions- [Damian's rather confusing when it comes to his actions. He can ruin you with the stroke of a pen, but it could also be for good reason. His conscience plagues him, and no amount of finery or money could relieve some of his pain.] { I'm a preacher sweating in the pew
For the salvation I'm bringing you.} Theme-[Fame Infamy- Fall Out Boy] Controller-[DevonyEvony] Color-[indigo]
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- Pocket Full of Ashes - Crew
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 7:33 pm
Identity-[Raquel Lorena Calipso]Codenames-[Ray, Preying Mantis. ]Years-[26]{Candy talks to strangers, Thinks her life's in danger, No one gives a damn about her hair }Species-[Thinks she's human]Appearance-
 {And the sky is full of dreams, But you don't know how to fly}Background-[The thing about Raquel's history...is that there is none. At least none that she recalls.
She essentially raised herself on the streets of Veratia, her earliest memory, a simple alley way where she slept in a cardboard box everynight. She doesn't rememebr any parents, family, friends or even enemies. The only thign she had to tell ehr who she was, was a silver bracelette with her name engraved upon it. She had cnsidered many times selling it so that she may eat, but it was just too important to her. It was the only tie she ahd to any past at all.
Thought She was lucky enough to recieve some sort of an education. She had been doing odd jobs and cleaning at a very young age for an aged wealthjy woman who took an intrest in her. Raquel had decline d the kind woman's offer for her to live with her, for she believed that wealth should be earned, not handed over to her on a silver platter. She did however, take up the kind woman's offer for lessons on reading, writing and arithmetic. All of which were and still are a huge difficulty for her. Raquel had trouble manipulating words adn number around, but could memorize and remember every ruler word or equation she was taught. The elderly woman was impressed with that much, when an idea struck her. She bought Raquel a guitar. The only gift she'd ever recieved. Just as the woman thought, Raquel was gifted in expressing herself thrugh music. It was the one thing Raquel ever considered herself decent at besides manual labor. She felt as if her life couldnt get better until the day it all came crashing down.
She had come to do her regular house work when she heard someone bust the door down. The next thing she knew, she had blacked out, and awoke, covered in the blood of her mistress. The police tried to arrest her on charges of murder and theft, but Raquel swore she was innocent and fled. No one knew her name so she was safe in that respect, so she merely cut ehr hair off and moved to a mroe dangerous part of town to escape police searches. The only downside to this, was that she was only 16 and very attractive. She was assaulted and raped, more times than she oculd count during the next few years of her life. But she had grown accustomed to the abuse, and thought it was just normal for her at that level of society.
Her life from there improved slightly when she finally settled a job as a waitress in a local cafe where she was allowed to play her guitar at night for extra cash, as long as she kept up with her tables. Though that wasn't enough to keep her bills paid. She had to resort to 'working the streets' on weekends, usually meeting with one or two big clients who paid very well for her 'company'.
She now just tries to lie low and ignore all the disdaining looks and insults she gets from strangers and coworkers a like...]Actions- [Very artistic and brazen about her opinions. She's developed a hardened personality over the years and doesn't care what others think. She does have one or two soft spots here and there but otherwise she's all armor. despite her career she has developed a high sense of herself, keeping her integrity despite the situation. She also has great distaste for those who never earned their place in society or wealth but merely were given it as a stroke of luck.]{Wait for something better, No one behind you, Watching your shadows This feeling won't go}Theme-[This Is Your Life - The Killers]Controller-[AshGreenArtist]Color-[green]
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 10:30 pm
Identity-[Sveriana Kabaal Joanaas]Codenames-[Flashing Blade, Deathbringer, Ignis Divine]Years-[Twenty-eight]{ Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam
Et lingua eius loquetur indicium}Species-[Jin'Ha]Appearance- { Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem
Quoniqum c**
Probates fuerit accipient coronam vitae }Background-[I will type this up later on in the day...way to tired...]Actions- [Sveriana is a very complex person. Although she can be nice, she mostly a very cold and arrogant person. She knows how she is and can be, and doesn't care to change at all and when she is fighting, or about to kill someone, she will show a sort of sick joy from what she does.]{ Kyrie
Ignis divine, Eleison}Theme-[Lilium]Controller-[Mia Takanawa]Color-[Brown]
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 8:01 pm
Identity-[Terra] Codenames-[Electra] Years-[How old your character is] { A line or two from your characters theme.} Species-[superhuman] Appearance-[
] { A line or two from your characters theme.} Background-[Your characters history] Actions- [Shameless, heartless, curious.] { A line or two from your characters theme.} Theme-[Your characters theme song] Controller-[Me.] Color-[The color you will post in]
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