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 Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 7:41 pm
My music will soothe any malady! Username: Yushika
Bowl Chosen: Boy
Name of Bowl: Nettle Praesidium Zurro
Personality: Nettle has a hot temper, sarcastic tongue, and flirtatious nature. He does what he wants, when he wants, and how he wants. However, mess with his family and he will whip you, stomping you to the ground and curling his arms protectively over who ever you were foolish enough to target. Family is dear to him, family is sacred.
He's the kind of boy who you probably wouldn't introduce to your mother. Constantly cocking his hips and trying to seduce women, he's a playboy for sure. However, he is somewhat of a romantic. He fools around, yes, but if the right girl came along (or boy!) he'd drop everything for them and include them into his possessive love. He likes to say he hates those who are weak, but this is a complete lie. He has a soft spot for those who need protecting or are too young to protect themselves yet. He'd kick someones a** if he saw another bullying a fox, then roll his eyes and claim he was just passing by.
His mate will be adored, though in a strange fashion. He'll be possessive, unhappy if someone flirted with his lady/sir and performing random acts to show he is mated to the his mate such as randomly kissing them, wrapping an arm around their waist and glaring daggers at the other, or simply scooping his mate up and walking off. He gets jealous easy, but also worried easy. He's the kind to run as fast as possible home if he thought something was wrong, or fight an entire mob if he thought his beloved needed him. He would do anything, and then angrily yell at his mate for worrying him, THEN snuggle his mate. Yes. Snuggle. Only his mate gets that side from him. Not even his family gets his snuggles like his mate will. His mate will also be cooked for and, though teased constantly, be told they are beautiful.
His family is another source of his protective nature. He loves them, for they understand him and are his safe place. He is still a brat around them, one to kick his feet up on the table and roll his eyes if his mother insists he take them off. However, touch his family with harm and he will literally snap, shoving the harmed member behind his back and snarling as he aimed fists. Good news is physical contact calms him easily, so if he's told to stop and a hand touches his arm and it belongs to family he'd relax with a low growl.
He causes trouble, though by accident when it's at home. As a kit he'll be the trouble child, constantly breaking things. Always by accident, but consistent. Slingshots will be made and break vases instead of flinging rocks out the window as planned. He will try and be "king of the couch" and fall onto his back. He'll be a handful, but great when you need to send a kid out for a chore or event. He'll make sure nothing happens to his siblings. Ever. He'll even try and protect his older siblings and parents. Despite how chaotic he can be, he'd also spend time with his father and try and garden. Oh, he'd be HORRID at it and lose his patience, but he'd try just for his father. He would love to cook, though. Most likely he'd ask his mother to let him cook with her constantly.
He has a temper, as mentioned before, and a hard time controlling it. It isn't too violent, but he is the kind to throw a punch if angry enough. He'd never kill or mutilate, but his temper does get in the way at times. Family, mate, and close friends can control it, but he will probably make a few enemies along the way. He just can't keep his opinons shut (being very opinionated and actually smart), either.
He does hear a voice, yes, though he has more control of it. There are times when he is weak to it, but I'm hoping his future mate can help him.
Theme Song: Million Years - Nico Vega [[ The video also helped inspire him. ]]
Creativity is the key! Prompt Three
"Lets go into the haunted house!"
Nettle twitched an ear as one of his sisters bellowed this very phrase, casting her a scowl briefly before rolling his eyes and focusing on the fair grounds food stands. Why would they do that? Wasn't that both boring and a waste of time? Those things never scared Nettle... though he was sure it would rile a few of his siblings instead. He cast a glance at Ebi, the one in charge of the little ones for the day, and groaned loudly as Ebi nodded. Casting a glance towards Rasa, who also agreed, he grumbled before shrugging in response.
"Fine." Was his contribution to the decision, looping his arm around the nearest sibling as they made their way to the house. A few cheap recorded screams here and the sound of a chainsaw caused the boy to roll his eyes, again, and cast an exasperated glance towards Ebi. Really? They were actually going to do this? Goddammit.... The hell was wrong with everyone? This was as scary as a wet rag! He wanted the real terror! Unexpected, in the woods, and preferably on Halloween itself!
As they entered the house he was bombarded by fake webs and darkness. He shoved his hands into his pockets as his siblings crowded into a group, tiny feet pattering across the floor as they nervously (though some didn't seem to care) began to advance within the house. Nettle felt a shiver run through the sibling he had his arm looped around, tail twitching as he felt the his blood warm. His eyes narrowed, ears flattening against his head as a siblings whimper was heard. Ebi tried to soothe them, like a good brother, but that wasn't enough as another kid squeaked as they turned the corner. It was instinct for Nettle to slam his sibling down, using his tail to soften their landing, when a ghost popped up. He growled in frustration when he realized he couldn't protect them all, slipping back his siblings and standing in front of them, snarling fiercely. He could hear Ebi calling out for him to calm himself, however the answer to that was another snarl aimed at the poor man under the cloth.
'He's gunna hurt them. You gotta stop him.'
He knew that! His siblings fright had trigged the protective streak within him, tail lashing as he lurched closer to the poor man. 'There we go! Just a lil' more, get him shakin'!' The voice was edging him on, the kits little nails clicking against one another as he advanced. This man was not going to touch his god damn si-
"Nettle. It's okay, it's just part of the house. Relax, let big brother take care of things, okay? You just comfort your siblings, I'll make sure no one hurts anyone." Nettle's head raised as a warm hand touched his shoulder, ears pricking up, eyes watching Ebi. Slowly, he relaxed, grumbling despite the brief affectionate brush of his cheek on Ebi's hand before he wandered back to his siblings. They stared at him, eager to know what had happened and if it was dangerous still. His eyes rolled, a slight smirk touching his features. He had to keep his cool.... when he lost it it only made them more afraid... He needed to be tough and offer them comfort instead of leaping forward for the pl-
"AHHHH!"
'Look! It's got your sister screamin' in fear!'
"Nettle! Calm down!"
Ah.... he wasn't that rational it appeared.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 8:17 pm
My music will soothe any malady!Username: Nasaiki
Bowl Chosen: Boy
Name of Bowl: Florian Aciano Zurro
(Florian is slavic in origin and means flower, Aciano means the "The little blue bottle flower)
Personality:
Florian is a rather quiet individual, he isnt into loud parties or really too loud of noodles. He prefers watching and gauging the situation before coming up with the best response. He likes having a good set of friends and he's completely loyal to them. He’s also extremely loyal and cherishes all members of his family. He comes across as a bit stiff and serious at first but behind that layer is a very creative boy that likes to draw and listen to music. He also loves writing fantasy stories. Florian is also extremely patient and a bit stubborn so trying to outlast him takes a miracle. He also is rather calm when he's happy he'll smile and show affection with a nuzzle or a kiss. Florian also has a crippling hobby of collecting stuffed animals.
Theme Song: "Dark chest of wonders" Nightwish (helped inspire some of his more childish aspects. Creativity is the key! Prompt #2 Florian nibbled on his pencil as he looked at the notebook in front of him. He had finally gotten away from everyone for a bit of quiet time and was trying to figure out what he wanted to write on. After a few minutes of glaring back at a blank page that just refused to be written, Florian realized he had a dilemma.
“Oh no is this that infamous writers block?” he muttered in a sad little tone. With a little pout he glared at the page again and wondered how to get his muse back. It was then he caught sight of one of the arms of his stuffed animals he often stored underneath his bed.
It was one of his more embarrassing secrets that he still loved collecting stuffed animals, even though they were normally girly items. Not to mention it was definitely frowned upon at his age.
However getting another stuffed animal for his collection might just be the thing to help him get inspired again. “Where am I going to put it though?” He pondered. He had already filled up his closet, and a few buckets worth, not to mention under his bed was getting cramped. He nibbled on his pencil again before deciding he would just figure that out later, right now he needed to figure out how to get his family out shopping. Perhaps he could lose them in their favorite store and slip into his own store.
“But then it would need to have solid colored bags, the translucent bags would give my purchase away” Florian sighed. However it was probably a given his family knew and just hadn’t said anything. “Maybe just looking would work?” he said getting a perked up expression on his face.
Then again when had he ever just looked? He blamed the shopaholic blood that ran through his veins. “Or maybe I can get a really small one at a one of those clothing departments, they sometimes sell cute ones.”
He suddenly realized he had been speaking out loud, a bad habit he often relapsed into whenever he was trying to write or alone by himself. He got off his bed and peeked his head outside to make sure his stuffed animal plots where definitely going unnoticed.
Mind made up, he would worry about the small details like how to secretly buy the stuffed animal later, and how to capture his muse so he could finish his story about fairy kings and faraway lands he started his search for his sisters. “Hey anyone want to go shopping?”
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 9:37 pm
My music will soothe any malady!Username: Mia Lavinia
Bowl Chosen: Girl
Name of Bowl: Poppy Jinan Zurro ((Poppies are symbols of imagination, they also stand for 'oblivion'. Jinan means 'garden' or 'paradise' in Arabic))
Personality: Poppy has dissociative personality disorder, and sometimes switches between her two personalities completely unexpected. Her 'dominant' persona is sweet and somewhat playful, incredibly affectionate and very fond of everything that she can do with her own hands. Cooking, drawing, sewing - you name it. This doesn't mean that she'd be particularly talented in any of these things, though.. but she does try.
And you know those little bottles filled with colored sand? She loves them. She likes making them either for her own personal decoration or to give out as gifts.
Her second persona, on the other hand, is paranoid, brooding, antisocial, sometimes even plain cynical. She's convinced she can see and hear ghosts. This part of her tends to shut everyone out, and you usually can't see her without a portable music player, regardless of which personality is out - but her choice in music is a good indicator. While she doesn't behave aggressively, she generally listens to very angry or otherwise powerful music, whereas the chipper persona prefers happier tunes.
She loves all of her family, and doesn't shun anyone because of their 'problems'. She, herself, of course doesn't realize that she's got two different personalities.. both of them just experience lapses in time between their dominant periods, which she somehow manages to shrug off as a strange repeating occurrence. Sometimes she jokes about aliens. Her second persona takes it a little less lightly, and thinks someone is trying to experiment on her and her family - she explains her father's and sister's voices with that as well, that someone is trying to mind control them.
Theme Song: DARE - main persona
Rain of Brass Petals (Three Voices Edit) - secondary personalityCreativity is the key! ((one of her sand bottles, a work in progress. I also tried to come up with an RP response, but it's much easier for me to build a character through actual interaction with others. Should I get her, I'd love her to be roleplayed quite intensively.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 2:41 pm
My music will soothe any malady! Username: SilverWolfSun
Bowl Chosen: Girl
Name of Bowl: Lady's Slipper "Lady" Calla Zurro
Personality: Lady is soft spoken little girl, more often than not in her room, lost in thought and lost to anyone who might try to speak to her. Even when she is outside of her room, Lady is never truly there. She is always lost in a world of her own imaginings. Something as simple and everyday as a chair becomes a throne, decorated in brilliant golds and teals, the seat of the king. Her food takes on new properties to her, special attributes that she thinks she'll gain if she eats it all, so this little one has no problem at all eating-especially not meat, which she loves. Whenever Lady does talk, it tends to be either a comment on her world or a loving comment to her beloved family. Though she does tend to zone out in the middle of a sentence, some new thing for her world, and though she rarely escapes her world to chat, she loved her family dearly, and with all her little heart. All of the gifts she gives them are "more" than ordinary, and somehow have magical attributes, or status, or some fantastical story behind it. Nothing is, or ever will be, normal.
The main reason Lady lingers in her room so often is because of her only friend, who is now dubbed Crystal, as of the prompt. This "friend" isn't really a friend at all, and sort of a figment of her imagination, although sort of not. Crystal is Lady's reflection, and she is devoted to keeping her company because she believes Crystal is lonely, just like her. Since Crystal is so enamored with her world, and since she talks frequently of it to anyone in hearing distance, she is often mocked and bullied by other noodles, and therefore very alone outside of home. This doesn't phase Lady in the least bit, since the only friends she feels she needs is her family, Crystal, and eventually a mate/king, like Crystal's mate. She still isn't sure how she would catch him, but Lady is sure that between she and Crystal, they'll figure out the details.
Crystal, as she is also sort of a part of her imagination, is also very present in Lady's colorful world, the sole person who becomes a part of it (since Crystal is the only person who isn't real and can't tell her otherwise). In her world Lady is the opposite of herself; adventurous, confident, loud and slightly obnoxious. She loves to find her adventures, and since it is her imagination, she finds it. This might seem like a safe pasttime, but Lady has been known to throw raging fits, upset with some turn or other that happened in her mind, and, blind to pain, turns her anger outward on anything in the vacinity-that isn't organic, of course. Once she calms down, she returns to her usual stoic state and resumes her daydreams, fixing the problems in her mind as if it never happened. She has a very high threshold for pain (In fact, it's less a threshold and more of a large and tastefully decorated foyer.). She is also very fashionable in an odd designer-runway-chic sort of way.
Lady fancies herself a queen or princess of some sort. She is the one who creates her everchanging world, and so she figures this must mean she is the ruler by default. There is a king and queen from the other side (Crystal and her mate), but they have their own kingdom, and this one is entirely hers. She rules over it kindly, but inside she is a fanciful kit, looking for a king of her own, although she doesn't understand yet that a king equates to a mate and will likely ask any suitable male she comes across to be her king. When she does find her mate/king, Lady will probably open up a bit, unleashing her true inner personality and becoming his fangirl (god help him). She'd be a great mother, though. At least, she'll tell fantastic bed time stories.
Theme Song: Reflections - Drew Taylor, Chasing Answers - Mina Mauldin Creativity is the key! Linku 1 Linku 2Prompt 2Deep in her imagination, Lady watched the chaos unfold. Cats, dogs, snakes and chocolate milk fell from the cotton candy clouds, flopping onto a lake of orange gelatin, which swallowed several of them whole, although all they did was swim underneath the surface very slowly. Dragon flies the size of tyranosaurus rexes stormed their way through the tall purple grass, their surroundings clearly visible through their bodies. They looked more initimidating than any dragon fly should, with their dark rows of teeth, but they only used them to entertain. They leaned down, their glowing green eyes trained on a pool of mollases strategetically placed in the middle of a sticky path. Lady only wanted her dinoflies to eat two things; mollases and the pink heart-shaped trees off in the distance.
She scrambled from her hiding spot inside a fuzzy white bush, its soft bristles attracting the attention of the fairies that roughly resembled miniature dogs in a rainbow of colors. The leapt off the edge of the cliff, which shouted a "Hello!" in a deep rumbling voice, its brown eyes watching with delight. She landed with skill on the dinofly's clear back, gripping the small, almost invisible hairs on its back. "Hello, Mr. Dinofly. Don't mind me, I'm just lookin'." And what a view it was! The entire reason her dinoflies were clear was so that she could see every infintesimal detail of her kingdom. She'd still yet to name it; she was thinking it be something like Caladia, because that sounded pretty to her. What looked like a cross between a hibiscus and a daisy rose up from the ground, shedding dirt like flour, and walked off on its roots, the power crystals in its center that extended to its petals soaking up the sun. Eleven of them rose up to follow, the crystals creating a glimmery blanket in the air above and around them.
Up above a group of puffy yellow sheep with green limbs flitted from one pink cloud to another. For some reason, the sheep never did like the other clouds, only the pink ones, which they occasionally grazed on, although one or two might fall through. "Mr. Sheep!" she shouted, waving at a yellow and pink sheep. "Would you mind telling the Walking Flowers to spread out? They're making all the animals sleepy," she informed him, nodding to the other animals on the ground, who were looking particularly exhausted, but that was what the sparkles did; they made all the living things around them fall asleep, with the exception of the sheep, who were never bothered by anything. "Why, yes of course! Those sillly Walkers never remember, do they?" He hopped of the neck of her dinofly and into the midst of the Walking Flowers, explaining as politely as possible to the flowers that they needed to spread out, lest night begin before they were ready. Once he'd finished explaining and the flowers moved away from each other, he jumped straight up into the rainbow hued sky to be with the other sheep, but before he left he delivered her a gift; her friend! Friend took the same flying leap Lady had taken and landed graciously next to her. "Hi! Isn't the sky b-e-a-uuutiful today? Isn't it great? I was watching the Bibbles; they're dancing, didja know? They just love that flower stuff. Look! There's one right there! Kisa, come up here already!"
The dinofly began to move beneath her, giving her the grand tour of her imagination, and with her friend and a bibble beside her, it was amazing! Every last detail was visible to her, from the literal catfish heading toward his best friend the hill to the baby Walkers in their infant stage, mere floaties leisurely flying across the sky. It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was hers. Why leave?
It the boring, boring real world, though, Lady wasn't doing a thing. She stared glassy-eyed at her friend, a mirror image of herself down to the vacant stare. Both of them were immersed in her world, neither moving, nor talking. It didn't matter to them; they had another, more exciting world to run and play in, and this one offered nothing more than Lady's family bond, which was all Lady cared about. When she was tired of her old world, she would take a break and talk to her family in her dreamy voice and then return to her friend so that they could create a new one from scratch. She knew she would present herself more if only her friend wasn't trapped. You see, Lady's friend was hidden in a prison behind a glass wall, forbidden from interacting with Lady because she couldn't get through. Lady had tried time and time again to scratch her way through, but the prison doors were difficult and made an ear-splitting screech whenever she scratched, alerting the guards that someone was trying to break in. It hurt Lady to no end that she couldn't share her friend with her family, but what could she do? And then an idea struck her. "I'll be right back, friend," she whispered, and then rushed from the room.
In the living room, she took a short break to curl around her mother's feet and nudge her father. She rarely got the chance to talk to her family; she was too busy protecting her friend from the mean guards and the tyranical king, who hated her with a passion and always tried to part them. She had to tell Ebi that he was standing next to the trigger that would release the mean king's ravenous vampire bats, and then tell Lily that she couldn't step to the right, or else she'd fall in the snake pit. Her brother only nuzzled her and took that step the other way so that he wouldn't step on it, telling her that he would never do anything to anger the king, but she didn't really see what happened to Lily; she'd already left her friend alone for too long, and she hadn't even started her plan.
A few agonizingly long minutes later, Lady had collected her tools in her favorite yellow bag, the one that she'd cast a magic spell on so that the mean king couldn't see inside it, and was running to her friend, dodging the king's traps left and right and watching all around her for any of his spies. Only once she was safely inside the cofines of her bedroom did she pause for breath, and then she set straight to work unloading her bag. Her special tools consisted of a sword, some magic wands, a pitchfork that a lazy farmer must have left, and an all-powerful hammer. She figured she should start small, so she picked up the pitchfork. For some reason, she saw many of her clan eat with them, but she'd always forgone the weapons and went straight for the meat, 'cause that's what she had claws for. She analyzed the prison wall, then jabbed at it hard with the pitchfork like she imagined the farmers must do with the hay. The wall emitted a dull clank, but the pitchfork only left a few dents in it. She tried a few more, but with the same result, so she moved onto the next piece.
She held the sword next, testing it's strength. This her mommy often used to cut her triangle sandwiches, the magically delicious ones with chocolate syrup. Why one would use a sword to cut food, she would never know, but she thought it must be because it was imbued with some kind of magical powers. She sliced at the glass, but then reared back, eyes wide. There was only a scratch, but she didn't care; it had made the same loud sound on the wall as it did when she scratched at it. She held her breath, waiting for the moment when the guards would run in, but no one came, and she tossed the sword to the side. "That was close," she whispered at the same time as her friend said it to her. She smiled, glad they were on the same page, and moved on.
"This should work!" she told her friend, holding one of the magic wands up to the light. Her friend examined it with the same reverance as her, because in their world magic was a wonder, and magic wands were rare and hard to come by, but her she had five whole wands, ready to break her out. She closed her eyes, raised the wand and shouted, "Abracadabra!" She waited. And waited. And waited. Finally she opened her eyes and realized that nothing had happened; her friend was still stuck. "Must be a dud," she told her friend, and snatched up another. "Bibidi bobidi boo!" she yelled, but still, nothing happened. She tried with each one, and then picked them all up and tried again, but nothing worked. "It must be 'cause the clan was drinking the yucky yellow kingjuice through it," she told her, and then snatched the last, and final tool.
She sent a small prayer up to whatever god was up there that this would free her friend, and then set it before her. Her friend looked approving, although she didn't say anything, but that was because the king had cast a magic spell that made her mute inside his prison. "It'll work. It has to." And then Lady summoned every last ounce of magical power within her and swung, and a loud crack resonated throughout the room. With a gasp, Lady opened her eyes, and to her delight, there was a large dent in the wall! She closed her eyes and swung and swung and swung, and with each swing she became surer that her friend would finally be freed from the king. Glass bit at her skin and sweat trickeled down her neck, but she didn't care; her friend was about to be free! She imagined her friend finally telling her her name, of introducing her to her family, and of eating the special sandwiches her mommy sprinkled with love. She was so happy! But when she opened her eyes, a heavy dread settled upon her.
One the other side of the glass, there was . . . nothing. Absolutely nothing. The prison wall was gone, but the frame where the wall had been was empty. "Friend? Friend!" She pawed at the wood, hope rising in her that it was just a loose door without a knob, but there was nothing. She looked to the fragments of the wall at her floor, but she could only see fragments of her friend. Could it be . . . ? Had she only broken her friend? Lady whimpered. Her friend must be in so much pain. She sunk to the floor, gathering the fragments of the wall in her paws, ignoring the bits of blood that collected from the sharp edges, and tried to piece it back together, but there were too many pieces. That was when Lady started to cry, going from small little whimpers to full-blown sobs. "I'm so sorry!" she cried, hugging the pieces of the wall to her chest. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"
Her mommy came to the door, drawn by Lady's screams of agony, and cried out, hand going to her forehead. "Lady! What happened?" She was sure her mommy could see what had happened; her friend was in pain, and it was all Lady's doing, but when her mommy didn't seem to understand, she held up the pieces. "I-I-I . . . I b-broke friend," she said, tears coming to her eyes once more. "I-I was trying to-to free her, to get her away from the king, but-but I broke her, and now she's hurting and it's all my fault!" She started crying again, hugging the pieces to herself, ignoring her mommy's attempts to carefully pry the glass away from her. It was her faultherfaultherfault!
Finally, once she'd calmed down and listened to her mommy, she realized her mommy was trying to frantically tell her something. The pieces of her friend fell away and she sat up, rubbing the back of her paw against her eyes. "What-what did you say?" she asked, hope returning to those eyes. "I said we can get her fixed, in a nice, new frame too. Doesn't that sound nice?" Lady nodded saddly, and she silently and slowly started to help her mommy collect the pieces of her friend and place them in a box that Lady decorated to look like a castle and watched her walk out the door to fix her friend.
Over the hour her mommy had been gone, Lady's excitement had steadily increased until she was almost bouncing off the walls in joy. Mommy was taking her friend to the magic sorcerer doctor who would fix her up nice and pretty, and then her friend would explain everything to her, and Lady would apologize and everything would be right again. She heard her mommy come to the door and streaked there herself to watch. Her mommy came in struggling with a package, and Lady helped her mommy bring it to her room, where Lady eagerly tore in. And inside, just like Lady had hoped, was her friend, good as new! The wall was shiny and new, the frame beautiful. Her mommy hung it on the wall, and when her mommy left, she had her friend explain to her that the king was her mate, and that he was nice, and it wasn't a prison at all. She didn't need to break the wall! Her friend also told her her name; Crystal. Crystal was a pretty name, the kind of name Lady would have named her. She looked up at Crystal, at those eyes, and that hair, and that expression, all so much like her. Maybe someday she'd find a king, just like Crystal, 'cause Crystal was just like her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 9:07 am
My music will soothe any malady!Username: Gpprincess88
Bowl Chosen: Girl
Name of Bowl: Primrose Ginger Zurro!!
Personality: Primrose is soft spoken with the sound of music in her heart. She loves to sing to anyone that will listen but gets really shy around her family. She loves to bake deserts and decorate them with flowers and little ediable items. She thinks that singing is unworthly talent and sometimes doubts herself, that is why she is only confindant with animals or plants. She fears her family will rejet her.
Theme Song: Song of her favorite
Another one of her songsCreativity is the key! Rp # 2 Primrose sat on the corner of her bed looking out into the fresh spring morning. She seen her family members spread out amongest theirselfs. She seen some of her siblings go with mommy for a shopping day, while some spread out and joined father and Dubstep in the garden. Her eyes twinkled at what she really wanted to do today.
Primrose sighed softly and headed down the stairs. She argued with herself on what she wanted to do. Painting or music. She shook her head she had to do both. She went to her secret hide out in the basement and opened the light of day in the room. She put on the music and stood in front of her esal. She had a collection of art that sourrounded her.
She went over to the music player and put in this song. She picked up her brush and stroked to the music. The music swiftly brings the song right out of her heart and she starts to sing making up the words, that fit in just so perfectly. She pauses as the song ends and catiously looks around. Did anyone hear her? She panics and grabs her cd and puts it in her portable music player and runs up the stairs to look around.
She searches the house and finally accepts the fact she is alone. She stumbles outside the front and into the woods. There a few feet from the house is her garden of sick plants. She smiled to them and begins making sure they are okay. She pushes play to her cd and begins to listen as the music begins. She looks at the flower's that seem to be dying. She begins to sing the song,
"There's a road inside your heart made just for you
Don't be scared, take your first step and then take two
Pain will come but I believe you can endure
Further down that road, just trust a little more
Holding you, holding you, it's in you river flows in you
Slow it down, slow it down, that river flows inside me too
Holding you, holding you, it's in you river flows in you
Waiting now, waiting now, just be strong, you will make it through
If you let me, I will give my heart to you
So that I can feel you, what else can I do?
Can you hold on just a little longer still?
In your heart if you believe it then you will
Holding you, holding you, it's in you river flows in you
Slow it down, slow it down, that river flows inside me too
Holding you, holding you, it's in you river flows in you
Waiting now, waiting now, just be strong, you will make it through "
She sighs at the end and gently looks down at them. "One day we will both be strong. You will grow up to be strong wonderful smelling flowers, and i will be strong enough to share my talent with my family." She was ashamed of her talent, singing and painting, those must seemed boing to her family, but to little Primrose, she love it and will continue on doing what makes her proud.
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Her pictured she colored in the basement.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 1:36 pm
My music will soothe any malady! Username: jinxgirl5
Bowl Chosen: Boy
Name of Bowl: Chrysanthemum ‘Chrys’ Azel Zurro
Personality: Chrys comes across as a flirt, a playboy with no room in his head for anything but having a good time and enjoying himself. And to some extent, he is. There’s hardly a night he’s not out at a club, moving on the dance floor and hitting on attractive girls. He certainly doesn’t lack female company and he doesn’t mistreat them, but he’s a bit of a player and never commits to any one girl. He’s quite vain about his looks without projecting that vanity; he borders on narcissism without actually crossing that line.
But, as mentioned earlier, that’s only to some extent. His playboy self is like a shell, that outer layer that people are meant to see to distract them from what lies inside. Chrys is a lot more conflicted and doubtful than most are lead to believe. He adores his family and wants to protect them from everything, but knows that’s not always possible and not always the best thing for them. He is extremely protective of his little sister and twin, Lily. He enables her love for attention by giving her everything she wants. She’s a flirt just like him, and though he would never overtly interfere and make her upset with him Chrys is always keeping an eye on her.
Theme Song: DJ Got Us Fallin In Love - Usher Creativity is the key! Prompt 2 “I’m off!”
Chrys stepped out of his family’s home, paused to check for wrinkles in his immaculate clothing, then started up the street towards the grounds of his usual haunts. The sun was still up and wouldn’t set for a few more hours, but it wasn’t unusual for him stop at a bar or restaurant before the clubs opened up. Still, under the pretext of making sure his hair was still perfectly styled, he looked around to make sure none of his family was following him and that there was no one around who would recognize him.
There wasn’t. Good.
Instead of continuing down the street towards his “usuals”, Chrys made a sudden turn down an ally and came out in a dingy side street that comprised of a lot of warehouse-like shops of crumbling brick, fogged glass, and peeling paint on wooden doors. Enthusiastic growths of ivy crawled up the bricks while weeds poked up through cracks in the road. It was the last place most would expect to see the handsome and stylish young male.
He strolled casually past the buildings until he reached a little cul-de-sac where a single large building took up most of the space. According to the faded letters in the windows, he was at “Madame Ophelia’s School of Ballroom and Classical Dance”. He pushed open the door, a bell announcing him with a tired tinkling sound, and walked into the dimly lit front room, breathing a sigh of relief as the door closed behind him
Chrys wasn’t sure why he was keeping all of this a secret, except that he felt like it was nobody’s business but his own. Sure he often danced when he was at clubs, but it wasn’t the same thing. His true passion and biggest secret was his love of ballroom dancing. There was just something intoxicating and breath-taking about watching an expertly danced tango or samba, the power and precision involved to make it flow and look effortless, the intensity of the dancers that was far more visceral than anything you’d find at a nightclub. It made everything he knew about dancing before look like awkward flailing by comparison!
This wasn’t his first time here at the dance studio. Class met twice a week, and he’d been attending for a month now; contrary to the worn-down look of the building and front room, the practice rooms were spacious, clean, and well-lit with smooth wooden floors and mirrors aplenty, and Madam Ophelia was a genius when it came to ballroom dance. They’d been practicing the foxtrot, and today they were actually going to do their choreographed dances with costume! Chrys was quite looking forward to it, confident he and his dance partner were going to steal the limelight!
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 2:31 pm
My music will soothe any malady! Username: PidgeonsGoMeowX3
Bowl Chosen: Girl
Name of Bowl: Angelica Lilium Zurro (Called 'Lica (Lee-ka) for short)
(Ann-Jell-Lee-Ka Lil-lee-Youm)
Personality: 'Lica is a messed up, morbid little girl with an unquenchable thirst for all things horror, gore and down right disturbing. From the day she first popped out of her bowl, she has never once had a thought that didn't involve blood, knives or someone being left for dead. She sees her obsession with murder crimes, death and the dying as normal as a avid skateboarder's obsession with their sport. It's normal, and that's just the way it is... Right...?
Wrong. When you add a whole slew of mental issues and obsessive behaviors to the mix, this little "interest" can be incredibly troubling.
First and foremost, Angelica has two "friends" that share her mind. Dubbed Ansel and Mai, these two "beings" are separate personalities that Angelica created when she was lonely (Ansel) and when she grew bored of day to day life (Mai), and Angelica has little to no control over or memory of them. Ansel is shy and motherly, while Mai is rebellious and impulsive.
Secondly, when not being "inhabited" by Ansel or Mai, the true Angelica just isn't entirely there. Violence is prominent in her personality, often choosing to bite and claw at her problems than work them out normally, and calming her down is like throwing a rock at an angry mama bear. After having a fit, or a break down, Angelica withdraws into herself and reverts into a near infantile state. She sucks at her paws, rocks back and forth and is highly distractable for hours, but the strangest thing that happens is her demeanor. She longs for cuddles, attention and wants nothing more than to play with her siblings during this "recovery" period. Hours later, she's back to being creepy, morbid and offensive, with no recollection of ever breaking down or playing with her siblings.
Disorders:
Dissociative amnesia: results from a psychological cause as opposed to direct damage to the brain caused by head injury, physical trauma or disease, which is known as organic amnesia.
Repressed memory: The inability to recall information, usually about stressful or traumatic events in persons' lives, such as a violent attack or disaster. The memory is stored in long-term memory, but access to it is impaired because of psychological defense mechanisms. Persons retain the capacity to learn new information and there may be some later partial or complete recovery of memory. Formerly known as "Psychogenic Amnesia".
Wikipedia: Dissociative identity disorder
"Dissociative identity disorder (DID), also known as multiple personality disorder (MPD),[1] is a mental disorder characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring identities or dissociated personality states that alternately control a person's behavior, and is accompanied by memory impairment for important information not explained by ordinary forgetfulness."
Theme Song: Hatsune Miku - Madame Merry-Go-Round Hatsune Miku and Gumi Megpoid - Matryoshka Hatsune Miku Dark Append - The Girl Is Not Scared Of Me Kaai Yuki - Rugrats Theory Creativity is the key! Mother and sister, Made me a pie, Strawberry and mint, But dry, dry, dry To this I must say, I threw it all away! Crap, such as that, Should die in an instant! Brother and father, Want to make a garden, Petals of all sorts of hues, Made me think of Mary-Sues. To them I did show, That none of them shall grow! Stamp, stomp, smash, Gone with the rest of the trash! This mind of mine, Although divine, Makes it hard to remember, Even the most brilliant dismember, That a director could produce. To this I cannot say, That I give a damn either way! Turning, burning, why call it strife? Forgetting everything is my way of life! Did I ask you for a favor? No, maybe, yes Did this break on it's own? No, maybe, yes Is it really that hard? No, maybe, yes? Do you remember my name? No, maybe, yes Are you crazy?! N-...May-... YES! Mai, Mai, Mai What a beautiful name. It is mine, mine, mine. I live with a bunch of freaks, They think I'm someone else! How stupid, how stupid, I am no one but myself! Ansel, Ansel, Ansel This is who I am. Quiet, odd and sweet, I am nothing but a treat. But am I truly who I am, Or part of someone else's plan? Maybe, yes, maybe, no
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:33 pm
My music will soothe any malady! Username: Parasitic Candii
Bowl Chosen: Girl
Name of Bowl: Caspia Lobelia Zurro
Personality: While the majority of her family is a fine blend of clinical instability and sweet natured tenacity, Caspia has a taste that is still a bit off from the others, a subtle flavor that can’t quite be deduced, like a word perched on the tip of the tongue. It’s something she’s never been able to shake, a part of her that has been present from the first soft chime of her chopsticks, and persists on into adulthood.
She is fond of nature, but not in the sense that she enjoys gardening innocent, delicate flowers. She prefers the risk and beauty of poisonous plants and grows them in her room, surrounding herself with their positive and often misconstrued energy. Her curiosity drew her into researching the plants she had grown to love, and that research lead to experimentation and, eventually, discovery.
Caspia holds the same fascination in healing and understanding as her mother, however her interests are geared more toward the body than the wonders of the mind.
Having a botched immune system that gave complete immunity to exotic viruses and sent her to knock on death’s door with something as harmless as a cough, she was also born with partial immunity to poisons. This, being quite the blessing for little Caspia, allowed her to work freely with her plants, and with time came the realization that they could be an astonishing source of medicine. Like any devoted soul, Caspia began holing herself up in her room, mixing herbs, extracting poison and finding cures, immersing herself in her work for hours on end.
She has always enjoyed the quiet love and sweet nuzzles from her family, the physical contact bringing her a great comfort she cannot find with her plants, and while the initial isolation of herself was not intended, she eventually grew to deliberately distance herself in attempts to not bring her family to harm, by poison or illness.
Her immune system, unfortunately, is not the only part of her that is a bit abnormal. A small defect in her cornea caused strained, blurred vision and headaches that were nothing short of crippling for Caspia as a kit. She would lie in a pained, miserable state for hours waiting for the ache to subside, her eyes sealed shut and hidden beneath trembling paws to keep out the light. It was in these harsh, seemingly endless moments, however, that she found a joy. With her most dominant sense locked away, it opened up the others and allowed her to see the world she had been missing, a world of stunning scents and the most blissful musical notes. The soft tinker of a wind chime and the lingering hum of a passing bee, it was these sounds, the sounds of the land, that soon became her favorite form of music.
Little did she know, however, that these headaches were caused by something completely out of her control, something much more serious than any eye problem she could have ever had the misfortune of receiving. Her father’s schizophrenia had managed to trickle down the family line and pool in Caspia’s genes, where it laid dormant until she began to mature. The headaches were merely the beginning, the first true crack in her otherwise stable mentality. Unfortunately, it was not long after that the cracks began to spread and widen, and the illness burst forth to consume her mind and swallow it whole. Thankfully for Caspia, she was a child with a very strong sense of self, so it never had the chance to grow and progress beyond the occasional auditory hallucination, something she has never shared with her family. It is not because she is ashamed or frightened, as she greatly enjoys the calming company the voices bring, it simply has never come up.
Caspia, for being the inquisitive little thing she is, is a bit more tight lipped when it comes to speaking of her own affairs. She is something of a secretive soul, preferring to work alone so she isn’t bothered with prying eyes and distracting questions. This is especially true when she is listening to a voice, as she can only handle one a time, or she falls into the same headaches she had as a child, albeit much milder. The clashing, cluttered sounds are not welcomed, as she has never been a fan of disorder. She is neat, and disciplined almost a fault, living by her own moral compass with a blatant disregard of what the world thinks of her. The only exception to this is her parents, as she makes it a point to stay in their good graces, but she feels she could never do wrong by them regardless. She has a heart of gold and wears a kind smile the way a mother would wear a sense of pride for her children, always.
Theme Song: The Silent Place – Cinema Bizarre
Creativity is the key!  Note: Her appearance is obviously interchangeable for when she grows, this is just the form she had taken on in my head <3
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 3:44 pm
My music will soothe any malady!Username: dark_iced_angel
Bowl Chosen: (boy)
Name of Bowl: Zoro K. Zurro
Personality: He is the over protective, hard man who like puts on the tough act and loud mouth tho inside he can be Quite the sweet heart,
He has a very big soft spot for his little twin sister and will often do most things that she asks of him as a way to show how much he cares for her. He respects his older siblings and has a secret passion for Art. Which he does his best to hide because he is a perfectionist when it comes down to drawing and painting. - He is abit of a bad boy and can often find himself in trouble, but not so much that it turns Violent, if fighting can be helped he will be the first one to try stop it, hold his hands up and say sorry.
When it comes to family, there the most important thing, other than his little twin sis, he has very attached to his father, he isnt the type to admit it, but he often hands around him to try spend some Quality time with him.
When people ask for what the K stands for in his name and why it has a fullstop after the k, he gives different answer each time and makes up a story as to Why he just has K for the name. the truth is he doesnt really know why, and he is Guessing he never will.
Theme Song: Stupid girl - ColdCreativity is the key!THOUGHT i would apply for fun XD hahaha
Zoro as usual was bored, his mother and two older siblings were out shopping, and he was in the house alone, "hmm" he double checked the house to see if there was any one around, he noticed his father out in the garden, he was likely going to be out there for hours,
"Perfect." He rushed upstairs and blocked the door to his room, grabbing his easel and paints setting up near the window that over looked the back garden
and which passion he started to draw his father tending to the garden with the trees and flowers, before he started to apply the paint, he was about half way through when he heard voice's down stairs, his ears perked
" Crap " With a rush to get the paints put away, he carefully put the canvas he had worked on in his cupboard to dry of and tried to tidy his room up as best he could, realizing his had paint all over him, he then rushed to change. from Downstairs it sounded like a heard of elephants where stampeding through the house, he twitched his ears as he heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and it wasnt long before there was a knock at the door.
"Is everything ok in there Zoro ? " His mother asked with a gentleness to her voice
" Err yeah i just spilt some pop sorry, i am cleaning it up. " pushing all the cloths in the washing basket in his room, then carfully opening the door to his room
"Wont happen again " He give an odd nervous smile, hoping she wouldnt read to much into it.
"All right, .. if your sure " Tries to tiptoe over him to see what he is up to.
"Sure ... yes " follows her head up and down blocking her view, watching as she makes her way back down stairs.
" Dinner soon zoro " squinting her eyes at him, trying to still figure out what he was doing
" Ok, in a minute " Smiles and feels his head standing up on end. closing the door
"Phew, thought she had me there. .. " Why does he have a secret talent of art that he lets no one see confused Well there is the secret.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 4:10 pm
This is CLOSED. We will be posting winners as soon as Crim gets come from work! So hopefully within the next half an hour.
Thank you to EVERYONE! You guys are making this decision so, so hard on us! xD
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 4:55 pm
Thank you so much again to everyone who entered! It was really hard to pick between a lot of the entries, many of them were really unique! But we had to pick based on what fit for our family, and the two winners we picked are.... ~Lady Kanna~ and xx Aps!! Congratulations you two! We hope that everyone will enter if we have extra bowls in their next breeding!
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 5:19 pm
-Squees- Again, thank you so much!!!
<3333
And Kanna, Cleo definitely needs to play the cello and Strel can sing to it!
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 5:32 pm
Oh my gosh really? gonk
I am so happy to be a part of this family! Thank you so much!
And gosh they would work so well together Aps! I'd be more than happy to do that!
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 6:02 pm
And though Lexi can't tell you, her little boy wants to start a band with the family ;D <33
He's musically inclined as well!
He tends to sing too CX Though she could tell you more about it than I could.
She's just doesn't have internet atm~
And we're glad to have you in the family, Kanna. <3
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 6:24 pm
Lexi does have internet and I am more than willing to rp with any one that wants to rp with my little Chardon and their adoptive older brother Dubstep!
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