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 Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 10:17 am
Name: Iris Lestat
Nickname: None
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Race: Human
Origins: Greek
Birthday: Feb. 3rd.
Status: Married to Aurora Lestat
Family: Sebastian Lambros - Father
Weight: 130 lbs.
Hair Color: Rainbow
Hair style: Long and wavyish
Eye Color: Dark sea blue
Clothing style: Anything really, she has a think for heels and skinny jeans though.
Text: #123987
Occupation: Equestrian vet
Likes: Horses, Action, Reading, All kinds of sweets (That`s how you brib her), Traveling, security, everything working smoothly.
Dislikes: Silence, Rain, Cold, People who mistreat animals, People who are late
Hobbies: Staying home with Aurora, Watching a few horse races, Going out to the movies.
Personality: Iris is constantly scanning her personal environment to make sure that everything is running smoothly and systematically; in the world of racing, it can get a little crazy. She honors traditions and laws, and has a clear set of standards and beliefs. Iris expects the same of others, and has no patience or understanding of individuals who do not value these systems. She values competence and efficiency, and likes to see quick results for her efforts. Iris is a take-charge kind of person. She has such a clear vision of the way that things should be, that she naturally steps into leadership roles. Iris can be self-confident and aggressive at time. She is extremely talented at devising systems and plans for action, and at being able to see what steps need to be taken to complete a specific task. She can sometimes be very demanding and critical, because she has such strongly held beliefs, and is likely to express herself without reserve if she feels someone isn't meeting her standards. But at least her expressions can be taken at face-value, because Iris is extremely straight-forward and honest.
When bogged down by stress, Iris often feels isolated from others. She feels as if she is misunderstood and undervalued, and that her efforts are taken for granted. Although normally Iris is very verbal and doesn't have any problem expressing herself, when under stress she has a hard time putting her feelings into words and communicating them to others. Hey! DIris values security and social order above all else, and feels obligated to do all that she can to enhance and promote these goals. She will mow the lawn, vote, join the PTA, attend home owners association meetings, and generally do anything that she can to promote personal and social security. She's your basic good girl, she's never stepped into a bar, smoked or drank for that matter. She puts forth a lot of effort in almost everything that she does. She will do everything that she thinks should be done in her job, and community with a good amount of energy. Iris is conscientious, practical, realistic, and dependable. While she will dutifully do everything that is important to work towards a particular cause or goal, Iris might not naturally see or value the importance of goals which are outside of her practical scope. However, if Iris was able to see the relevance of such goals to practical concerns, you can bet that she'll put every effort into understanding them and incorporating them into her quest for clarity and security.
History: Iris was born February third as the youngest child into a middle class, yet dysfunctional family. Her parents had married only because her mother was pregnant with her, and Amelia being religious, they got married. Her father was to put it simply, your typical jokey. Her mother on the other hand, was a stay at home mom who did nothing but make sure her daughter was raised the way she wanted. Young, Iris was thrown into toddler pageants and the life style of a very spoiled brat. Not that she enjoyed them, in fact Iris didn't hold any talent for pageants if only for the fact that she was a pretty little girl who knew how to do tricks on stage. Her real passion was riding, which she took from her fathers side of the family. Sebastian Lambros was taught to love and cherish little girl, especially considering Iris would always come to the stable, and watch him ride for hours, and hours on end. Of course, watching her father riding wasn't always on her mothers agenda, Amelia Lambros was looking forward to seeing her daughter become a model.
Around the age of ten, when both parents ended their marriage in a very nasty divorce. Amelia took her daughter with her and Sebastian was left with nothing, they never really exchanging the guardianship of their daughter if only for once a month. A year later later, Iris's custody was given back to her father when her mother was found dead in an accidental car crash. Finally having the freedom to do what she wanted, Iris was sent to a public school. The following years were quite normal, Iris went to school, found a passion in the equestrian world. College were one of the craziest years for Iris. Like a good little girl she went to school, held regular grades, had her group of friends and went out to party almost every night; it was also in those years Iris met Aurora while on a date with some guy. Iris had never given her sexuality a single thought, she attracted boys, but wasn't really interested in them. The boy that had taken her out that night had bought tickets to a ballet show, but when Iris had locked eyes with the reptilian woman; it was over. At the young age of 20, Aurora asked Iris's hand in marriage and a year later, the couple was living together in a small apartment.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 4:13 pm
Name: We`rika
Age: 32
Nationality: Huichol outcast
Family: Taáwi and Vantos (Estranged cousins)
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
Weight: 153 lbs (69 kgs)
Skin: Dark matte tone, rough from a roving life
Hair: Short, buzzed close to the sides and kept long in the middle. Originally black, his hair usually has lingering dyes like rusted reds or stripped white.
Eyes: Dark brown
Specifics: Long tapered ears, torn and jagged on the outer shells. Sharp translucent nails.
<3: Drinking, being a home-body, quitting jobs, procrastinating, rats, technology
: Family, his heritage, getting up to go to work, annoying people, debtors
Personality: Youth: Rebellious. Spiteful. Naive. Cynical. Obsessed with modern convenience and materialism. Shopaholic.
Present: He's trying hard to subdue his baser characteristics, but his hair-trigger temper and obstinate attitude towards his culture still lingers along with his new reflective character. Awkward at best. Asshat at worst. Nervous around real ladies. Swears like a sailor. Judgmental of character. Selfish. Easily frustrated. Tries a bit too hard to woo women.
History: The Huichol are a spiritual race, descended from ancient Aztecs. After the Spanish Invasion, their roving ways were restricted and they had to support themselves through agriculture. Because growing corn in mountainous area they inhabit is unreliable, many sacred ceremonies are upheld to ensure successful crops.
Much of their culture revolves around the spiritual and religious. These ceremonies are hosted by the shamans of the tribes, becoming the link between the physical realm and the supernatural. They drift from ordinary conscious to heal, direct, guide, retrieve information, contacting the dead, etc.
One of the most important ceremonies the Huichol people conduct is an annual pilgrimage some hundreds of miles away from their native lands. Any who wish to go may do so and there must be at least one shaman present. They walk the same paths their ancestors had for eons. Across their journey, the Huichol use this opportunity to cleanse themselves of sin by reconciling their faults and making a knot for every sin in long strands of horse hair. This reconciliation is quite a carefree time, where adultery is something to chuckle over as if it was someone's first kiss. They then throw the knotted horse hair into the camp fire and their soul is cleansed.
But the main reason for this pilgrimage is for the harvesting of peyote for a years worth of sacred ceremonies. The shamans help the villagers reach Paradise (their version of the afterlife) through the ingestion of peyote which creates an ethereal experience for most.
*In spite of the carefree attitude and modest way of life, tension has grown in the cultural due to the increasingly restrictive country boundaries (which they must cross for their pilgrimages) along with the fickle and meager harvests. Civilization is creeping closer and many new generations are leaving the grasslands and delving deep into urban life.
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We`rika's ancestors had shallow roots in the Huichol genial tree. Most were b*****d children from Spanish invaders that abandoned them in their mothers' care. Reasons to why their clan left the Huichol faded after several generations as no elders wanted to discuss the sensitive subject, but in their flight they were cursed. With only a meager pack of people, his ancestors became scavengers unable to maintain a stable village or harvest. Their roving lifestyle eventually manifested in their appearance. The scavengers of the wastelands (rats, vultures, jackals, crows, etc.) became their culture as children were born with grotesque deformities like long furry ears, scaly tails, broken wings, and gnarled teeth. Repentance is the only way to dispel such a curse and their culture has become stern and pious. The reconciliation of sin has become no laughing matter and pilgrimages are no longer optional. All who can sin, must go to collect peyote and pray for forgiveness and for their future children.
It was then when jeeps were needed to legally cross country borders that We`rika was born and the curse had been slowly dissipating through each generation. Unfortunately because of the shortages of food, his twin sister was abandoned in the grasslands. Because his (mostly) only defect were long ears and a scaly tail, he became the link between their culture and the urban civilizations. He learned to drive at 11 and with such a shortage of men, he was pushed into apprenticeship under the shaman. He learned ad nauseum the holy days of the calendar, the dances and the process to reconcile sins, healing, communicating with ancestors, gathering information from the spiritual world, and so on. It was grueling training that he resented intensely. His occasional visits to the cities to get supplies didn't help his stirring hate for his sheltered life.
During one visit, too naive for his own good, he became addicted to heroin. His drive back and life subsequently afterward was agony. In a moment of lapse in common sense, We`rika stole baskets of peyote, supplies, and one of the Jeeps and left for the north.
Without knowledge of urban civilization and the naivety to trust all and ignorant of city rules, The outcast Huichol's life is turned upside down. He sold off his wares and his drug addiction grows. He became so self-hating, that coming from a hot climate, he moved to a colder region purely for spite. He became materialistic, looting when he can't afford what he wanted. These escapades eventually led him to prison, charged with manslaughter and drug paraphernalia. Because he was only fifteen and his lawyers argued the topic of his origin, We`rika was handed a lighter sentence of thirty years; however, he was given parole after fifteen years and released on good behavior. During his fourteen years in prison, We`rika learned bad English and how lucky he was to be talented in healing as it was quite the necessity. In the first few years, his actions become more wild and condemning, but after almost losing an arm (from poor circulation during an injection of heroin), the Huichol began to take advantage of his free visits to rehabilitation.
Now, he lives in a small apartment, working three unstable jobs, hiding form debt collectors because of his obsessive need to buy. He's looking for a comfortable job that pays just as comfortably, but without college diploma or even a high school diploma, it is a difficult road.
*Note: Everything occurring after this asterisk is fictitious and does not apply to the Huichol culture of today.
[I'll make it look more pretty later :3]
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 10:16 am
(Please Note that this profile is torn directly from Oasiz Chat and some aspects may be disallowed by the Lab 305 setting.)  Name: Alexander Michael Luciartus Damascus Devereaux Race: Nephilim (Cherubim Spawn) Path Acsension Class: Spellwarrior Control: Sound & Air Clothing: White robes or nothing Armor: Ethereal Coalescent Mail Weapon: Hypersonic Flute dubbed Epitaph (False name, true name is unknown by Alexander) Characteristics: Masculine physique but no reproductive organs, Translucent wings that are only visible under a full moon, Soundless to lesser beings (This means anyone or anything not of mystical origins, the exception being priests, other religious persons, and humans that delve deeply into the arts). Wings: Flightless and torn, only a 3 foot span when fully extended. Angelic Rites: Rite of Azrael - Imperfect. Alexander may draw upon the life force of all lesser and some higher beings to regain strength and heal himself. Requires physical contact. Bio: Born Alexander Devereaux, Son of the Archangel Azrael and the human Elise Devereaux, Alexander was soon discovered to be a true Nephilim, and was bound by a trinity seal of the Archangel, Michael; the priest, Luciartus; and the Demon Lord, Damascus. His powers were inhibited to that of a human warlock, and most of his angelic rites sealed or broken. As the son of Azrael, Alexander should have held a Scythe of Ruin for the entirety of his life, but fearing the ill influence of human desire, that was sealed as well, and instead he wields now a flute, an instrument normally reserved for the kin of Gabriel. The flute is the vessel that holds Alexander's sealed soul. He is drawn to play it from time to time without truly knowing what it means, but should he ever fail to play for three consecutive days, he will begin to rot while he still lives, the damage that is done being nigh irreperable. He draws his very life essence from the flute, and without it he would become little better then a zombie. ~:In Progress:~
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 7:53 pm
((Color picture coming sometime!))  Full Name: Xavier Alexander Black Jr. Nickname: Sam (Call him by his real name and die!) Race: Human-Great Barracuda crossbreed Actual Age: 19 Outward Age:13-15 Eye Color: Light blue Skin Color: His skin color is a regualr light pink but since his blood is blue places that are normally red or darker pink (like lips, cheeks and fingertips) are blue. Hair: Naturally a pale blond but he dyes it bright red. Overall Appearance: From a distance, Sam can be easily mistaken for a normal human, albeit maybe wearing blue lipstick since his lips are very blue. Upon closer inspection, his fish related traits are more visible. His hands are webbed, appearing as if the fingers are almost flipper like, and he makes no attempt to hide them. The webbing does not hinder him any, except in tasks that requite fingers to go through things, like using a scissors. Also, protruding from either side of his jaw, slightly further forward and down from his ears, he has a pair of spiny silver and blue fins. His ears themselves are pointed and long almost like an elf's ears, although he doesn't have a speck of elven blood in him. His final fishy trait is a pair of pointed teeth that poke out past his lips from his bottom jaw. His remaining teeth are also pointed and quite sharp but are small enough not to be seen when he closes his mouth. Sam makes no attempt to hide any of his non-human traits. He has three piercing in either ear (and they always have earrings of some sort in them) and he wears clothing that probably would be described as either punk or rock star-ish, usually in dark colors. He has a set amount of clothes but he'll mix up his clothes to make different outfits. He is always wearing some kind of wide wrist band or bracelet on his left wrist, and is never without his necklace, although he often hides it by tucking it away. Since he isn't held together completely on his own and has some spells permanently cast on him, those who can sense/ see magic notice its presence surround him at all times. Likes: Water, motorcycles, going fast, fish, being free, the colors silver and blue Dislikes: Scientists (look out Kyou!), cats, sea food, being bored, being called small, little, Fishy, or by his full name. Personality: Most people would probably characterize Sam as a feisty teenage boy who like sot take risks, has a temper that's a little too quick, a bit antisocial, and very rude. All those things are true, but there are other aspects to his personality besides those on the surface. Despite the fact that Sam is extremely gullible and sometimes has trouble comprehending what other people are thinking or feeling, he actually has a talent for philosophy and science. He actually developed his own religion based on his own struggles with his identity, which he is extremely devoted to. Sam however, doesn't let his more deep and sensitive side show that much so to most people he is just a rambunctious teenager with a bad attitude and a motorcycle. Job: Janitor at Durem University History: Sam was the product of a experiment to mix human genes with a completely different animal. He was the eleventh experiment attempt and the only one to survive to a independent stage where he didn't need to be hooked up to lab equipment to survive, although he had a couple spells cast on him to keep his body from killing itself. He was named after the scientist who created him and donated the human DNA for the project, Dr. Xavier Black. Sam's childhood was full of experiments on him, some of which were very painful. Dr. Black kept up the appearance of a caring father figure for the media and other scientists but when alone with Sam would simply treat him like another experiment. Sam hated it and conspired to run away ever since he was little. When he was ten he got a chance, and he took it, running away from his scientist/ spell caster father. He has since spent his time learning how to actually live on his own in regular society. He also spent quite a lot of time trying to get into high-shcool, and then promptly dropping out. He went through an identity crisis after his attempt at high school which is when he discovered his own religion. Although it isn't related to any actual religion it appears to be somewhat true as some of the rights Sam "discovered" actually to influence things or have magical effects. Whether he mistakenly discovered magic or religion he doesn’t know or care. The past year he found his job at Durem university and has been spending the money he earns there to pay off the ramshackle wooden house with a forest he bought. He calls the house "Deathwish" to get the idea of how money repairs it needs done on it before it would be considered remotely safe. Family: Dr. Xavier Alexander Black, Status- Disowned as a father or anyone pleasent from Sam's point of view. Extra:He has no n****e because he's only half mammal and he has no bellybutton, 'cause he's a test tube baby!! Oh, and he's sterile.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 4:42 pm
NAME : Niksia Nystalea GENDER : Female AGE : 28 (10/23/1980, Cusp of Scorpio) OCCUPATION : Retired, ex-Assassin RACE : Human LIKES : Reading lighthearted fiction books and the occasional research or reference book. Exploring outdoors; in forests, parks and other places of natural interest. Non human or unusual things. DISLIKES : Backstabbing, and is aware of the irony. Liars. Having to lie. LOCATION : Roughly between Barton and Durem, near at least one park. Can't really be missed as the one-story house stands alone. LOOKS : Niksia's hair is dark red and styled in waist length waves. Her skin is pale white and her eyes are medium brown. Height is about five foot, six inches in bare feet. Weight is guessed at about 125lbs or thereabouts. Niksia normally wears a tight fitting top with no sleeves along with a long red scarf and tight black trousers of varying styles. Black fingerless gloves cover her hands and the criss-crossing scars that mark them from wrist to fingertip. The type of boot she wears is a black lace up style that reach to just under her knees. b]PERSONALITY : Coming across as shy and sometimes awkward, Niksia is actually a victim of distrust. She can't help but be worried that people she meets for the first time might try to hurt her. While this seems like an empty fear, the strain of keeping her past a secret has opened her up to it. Niksia longs for the day when she can be open about what she used to do and why. The training she received at the school and the lessons her parents gave her about life mean that her moral code differs greatly to what people would assume it to be. Refusing to kill without proper cause made many a mission end up filed away as void. This wasn't wrong, by any means, but few were willing to be as strict to the laws as Niksia was. All of this combined with the lack of social interaction, caused mostly by other students looking to secure themselves a place at graduation, means Niksia's meetings with people are very dangerous near misses. Opportunity for it to end badly is always waiting in the wings though it never seems that willing to arrive. There is plenty of time for that to change however and hopefully she won't suffer as badly as she fears. Deep down inside she is still the young and happy child her parents had been trying hard to raise under unusual circumstances. Niksia is simply afraid to admit that to herself or show it so clearly to others. HISTORY : Niksia was an only child in a happy family, her mother and father the only real bonds she had with anyone. Both worked as Assassins, a family tradition that dated back many years. When she was eight years old her mother died and while her father loved Niksia, the death of his wife took its toll and he died only a year later. Having no other family she was inducted fully into the guild school, a common occurrence in Assassin families. At this school she got the scars on her hands, in what she claims was an accident and records suggest was a late night training incident that was never heavily investigated. After an eventful education she graduated along with a small number of others and nothing of interest took place for a number of years. Things changed when someone she refused to assassinate turned up dead. The right to refuse was complicated, but once invoked it meant that without due cause the person was safe from assassination. With the signs of an Assassin all over the victim, the finger of blame pointed at Niksia. For what it was worth, she eventually managed to prove to the higher ups that she wasn't to blame, but the real killer was under special protection... To stop any more attempts to remove Niksia and risk a higher family having to lose face, an unknown amount of money was offered to make her disappear. Fed up with the lack of morals she was surrounded by, she accepted.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 6:07 pm
As of October 30th, 2008, I've joined the Lab Family!
A dream fulfilled; thank you everyone who watched
and gave me encouragement during the Equinox of the Gods!
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 6:35 pm
Name: Mystaira
Alias: Myst, Mys, My, Mysta, Mystaria(usually a typo, but I don't care...)
Age: Looks around 18
Height: 5'4"
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Long, mostly straight, sometimes worn up.
Eye Color: Black
Skin: Light
Distinguishing Marks: Elven ears, black feline ears, black kitsune tail.
Typical Attire: Most any combination of black usually, with a few other colors sometimes.
Personality: Confusing...(I'll add this later when I actually am able to put words to it...)
Likes: Desserts, felines, pretty boys, art, reading, music, fantasy
Dislikes: Spiders, stupidity, being ignored, boredom
Hobbies: Taking care of her charges, working on art
Family: Ignatius(chimera son)
History: Very mysterious... (shall be added sometime in the future...hopefully.)
( hopefully thats enough for now to RP. >.>; )
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 7:22 pm
Name: Mouse Pachinkorelli.
Meaning: None.
Gender: Female.
Age: Around eighteen-ish as of now.
Height and Build: Short, skinny, and squishy. Altogether unintimidating.
Appearance:
This young woman sometimes seems to make an effort to look or seem eccentric: she is often seen wearing clothes that make her look like she walked through a thrift store during a tornado. Her face is round and rather froggish, with an expressive grin of intrigue usually plastered on it. A pair of spectacles tinted forest-green perch on her nose, which is matched by equally-green hair, kept short, fluffy, and dyed. Most of her attire seems to match what's seen on her face and growing out of her head.
As a random, interesting note, Mouse's eyebrows (also dyed green for some reason) are distinctly shaped like apostrophes. Whether this is natural or artificial, she won't say.
Demeanor: Eccentric, though noticeably intellectual sometimes. She'll try and contribute to any conversation she's in- though if that's not possible she's prone to get shy. It seems that her main purpose in life is to learn as much as possible with as little boredom as possible. Large social situations tend to be overwhelming and as such she has a tendency to disappear in them; she's better suited for interactions with smaller groups of people. There's also a heavy tendency to feel guilty about things that aren't even her fault to begin with, or worth feeling guilty about.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 1:42 pm
Name: Amaris
Gender: Female
Age: Early twenties. She's just getting started as an adult in Gaia.
Appearance: Amaris is pale, but she's starting to get a little darker. She has wavy seagreen hair that is usually trapped in white ribbons, usually in a ponytail. She has grey eyes as well. Her strangest feature would be the black butterfly wings on her back that are immaterial and seem to serve no purpose.
Personality: She's friendly, but a little awkward around people. She's still trying to get comfortable in her own skin and Cain isn't helping matters. She often says whatever first pops into her head which just makes interacting with people even weirder. She's well-meaning, though, and eager to help others and take care of her children.
Name: Cain
Gender: Male
Age: In his mid-twenties.
Appearance: He has a deeper tan than Amaris. Short brown hair, hazel eyes. There's a single scar along his right cheek - it looks like it may be from a knife but he's not telling.
Personality: Calculating. He's nice to people only when he thinks there's something to be gained from it, to the point of being nasty to people he thinks are worthless. Right now though he hasn't really got the time to be mean because he's too busy trying to keep Amaris in check, who he also thinks is worthless, but he's not about to break the pact made by their parents so easily.
Amaris and Cain are engaged through an arranged marriage. Both hail from a different dimension, where they grew up in influential families. In that world, most people got by through the use of necromancy; the people were too weak to take up arms and not skilled enough to learn protective magic to defend their country against invaders, so instead necromancy was developed. At the time they were living there, most average people did not know how to use that art - naturally, only the ones who were the 'best off' knew how to and used necromancy to keep their places in the community. Amaris was the first to travel to Gaia when she and her community were in danger of destruction during a political revolution in which necromancy was outlawed; during the rush, though, she botched the teleportation spell and managed to split herself into three people - Angie, Chyre and one who didn't keep a name. During her time as a split entity, Angie became pregnant and gave birth to her daughter, Alice. Cain, who had originally stayed behind to try and weasel into the new government and make some "changes", ended up failing his mission and came to Gaia to find his fiancee again. With his help, Amaris eventually regained her body and we're about to where we are now. Even though Alice is an illegitimate child to the bloodline, Cain is starting to teach her some of the basics of necromancy in Amaris' place. Amaris herself is too busy trying to stay away from Cain lest she drive herself insane.
AND THAT IS ALL FOR MY TL;DR PROFILE
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 1:13 am
The Maevin Family
Name: Lillian D. Maevin
Nickame(s): Lil, Lilly
Age: 16
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 145-180 lbs. (She rather have you guessing...)
Appearance: Curvacious(she's no lollipop!) Hazel eyes. Light brown shoulder length hair. Her skin tone is not pale, not tan, just in the middle. Peachy we shall put it. Lucky for her, Lillian looks older than she really is, which she uses to her full advantage.
Likes: Animals, peaceful places, people, her little brother, books (of any kind), magical things that do not involve raevans or aliens, super heroes, photographs whether she is looking or taking them, art, music, old things with a history behind them.
Dislikes: Being told what to do, Told that she's wrong, Failing in a task, Not knowing where her brother is, Unfinished things, Confrontation, Backing down from a challenge, Anyone who scares or makes Tyson cry, Burglars.
Personality: Proud, Brave, Kind, Determined, Motherly, Independent.
Negative traits: Stubborn, Proud, Believes she deserves full respect from others, Takes on too many jobs at once, Worries too much, Paranoid, Holds grudges for a good chunk of time.
Occupation: Helps her little brother deliver papers and run errands.
Tid Bits: Lillian was alittle afraid of dismissing their nanny, yet she didn't want the woman to live out the rest of her days taking care of them. So she took the job of caring for her little brother into her own hands. Worried? Nah, she could handle it. Confident? Of course! Once Lillian makes her mind up on something she will make sure that it is accomplished, even if it takes a while to fulfill. She has watched out for her little brother since he was really little, so it couldn't be that hard. All she had to do was make sure Tyson had the esstentials as well things to make him happy. After caring for him, the only other thing she would have to do was make sure the house was kept up to date. As time wears on though she secretly admits to herself that caring for a family is a lot of work, especially for a sixteen year old. For now though she'll keep trudging through the obstacles, even as they grow and toughen overtime.
Currently wishes: To be able to run the house without anymore problems.
Future job: A Lawyer and then Judge. She has a strong sense of justice after something occurs in the future.
Name: Tyson H. Maevin
Nickname: Ty
Age: 8
Height: 4'1"-4'9"
Weight: 72 lbs.
Appearance: Tall for his age, and built like an average child. Basically his physical appearance is the same as his sister, but he's shorter, has thicker eye brows, and his hair is cut short in length compared to hers. Like his sister, he too looks a few years older due to his height. Unlike her though he can't keep a charade up of his age once he starts talking due to his voice and his way of speaking.
Likes: Superheroes! Gum, Video games, TV, his sister(sometimes), Doodles, Magical things in general, Stories of any genre told to him, building booby traps, adventures, weird things, comfy clothes, confronting a "villian", and the piano.
Dislikes: Villians! His sister always telling him what to do, being bossed around, losing in games, cooties.
Personality: Fun-loving, Loud, Confident, Sweet, Mischevious, Obnoxious, Loving.
Negative traits: Stubborn, Blunt, Speech problems, Hot head, Gets frustrated easily, Can be rude, and has too much energy that people find difficult to handle.
Occupation: Delivers papers, runs errands for people. The errands and the little side jobs do not require too much work for an eight year old.((Lillian made sure of that before he signed up for the jobs.))
Tid Bits: Tyson was unsure of his sister's choice in letting it just be him and her in the house. She did tell him that their nanny was growing old and it would be nice of them to let her leave. Her confidence and positive attitude rubbed off on him so now he trusts that his sister knows what she's doing.
Currently wishes to be: A superhero.
Will probably become: A cop or a firefighter. He'll be saving people either way and that is his greatest desire.
An unlikely way to calm him down: Having him play the piano. The child has been playing it for a good number of years of his life, and is very good at it. Does his bubbly though obnoxious side bother you? Take a glimpse of him playing a piano, and a whole new side will be revealed. Once he is sitting in a chair and playing, the once out of control child becomes lost in the music and will rarely respond to outsiders of his little world. It his advised to remain quiet and resist quick movements while he is playing, or you will interrupt his thoughts and he will most likely be knocked out of the peaceful phase. Then you will have to deal with the little rugrats antics all over again, since it is hard to get him to go back on the piano once he gets off.
Name: Marmaduke G. Maevin
Nickname(s): Marm, Duke
Age: 2
Appearance: A Great-Dane, spotted black, white, and gray. Is a really big dog for his head reaches up to Tyson's shoulder.
Personality: Loving, Playful, Cowardly and much rather hide rather than confront an intruder.
Reason he's here: After Lillian and Tyson got used to their new life with just the two of them. The two missed the extra body in the house, and also felt frightened at the thought of burglars. So, one day Lillian took Ty out to the pound and they found this dog. Both were amazed at the size of him. Tyson was even able to ride the large dog around their home once they got back. Lillian tried to teach him how to be a good guard dog and to protect the family, but she utterly failed. On the night Duke could have proven himself, when their house was burglarized. Due to the carelessness on Lil's and Ty's part, Marmaduke ran for cover under the kitchen table. Not stopping the robber as they took somethings from the house. Lillian and Tyson have now resorted to other ways of protecting their house from any further intrusions, but kept Marmaduke around since the lumpering beast grew on them.
Occupation: Tyson uses Marmaduke as a helper when he has to do errands and run through his paper route. He hitches the dog up to his wagon while he hands out the papers. This usually occurs when Lillian is busy with her own job.
Take into Account: Marm is a big dog who is a lovable dolt when he is around people he likes. He is known to break things, so if you have anything valuble and you know Marm will be showing up, hide it! He's also a strong dog who is known to drag the kids around and sometimes gets loose, usually when Tyson is with him.
Familiar Name?: Tyson and Lillian named him after the newspaper comic strip, Marmaduke, which follows the life of an unusual great dane. Marm's coloring may be off from the one in the comic, but the kids kept it anyways.
Bit of History: Lillian and Tyson come from a family of adventurers. What an exciting family to be in, eh? Not exactly...Their parents are always off traveling the world of Gaia, taking pictures to send to traveling magazines. This normally leaves the two children on their own. They are funded wonderfully, but what good is money if you do not have parents to spoil you with it?
As they were growing up, absent of their parents presence, they did have a nanny. As the children grew, the little old nanny aged and Lillian knew she wouldn't be able to take care of them for long. So once she turned sixteen she decided she could handle things without the old woman. As a farewell gift, Lillian bought the kind woman a lovely home in the tropics of Gaia. Where she could spend the rest of her days happily in the place of her dreams.
With their nanny gone, two kids have been left to take care of themselves in their new home that they moved into a month before Lillian's sixteenth birthday. Lillian tries to do a good job at taking charge and keeping her little brother in line. She makes sure he keeps up with his schoolwork, and also works on his speech with him. Lillian also goes to school yet her focus is more on the life she has decided to create for her brother and herself.
Their parents do send a good amount of money to their children, as well as money for their nanny which they do not know was dismissed a while ago. They also handle the taxes Lillian and Tyson recieve. Lillian never forgets to send the awful things to them either. She may be secretly handling the lives of her brother and herself, but she has no idea how to handle the taxes that are sent to her mailbox. So, their parents are good for a few things.
Recently Tyson decided to start helping his sister more by delivering papers and running errands for the locals. Lillian appreciates the help and the extra money that flows into their bank account. Her lifeguarding job pays well, yet she does recieve a few more dollars when helping Tyson whenever he get's a lot to deliver in a small amount of time. Lillian saves up their extra money for other things that they want rather than what the need. Their booby trap material was another little thing that needed money to pay for.
Due to a break in the brother and sister experienced a few weeks after being alone they've begun adding on to the houses old security system with their own inventions. Booby traps have been set up all around the house, making it a difficult place to manuver around if you do not know where the two placed their "burglar catching" contraptions.
So if you ever plan on visiting them in their home, make sure you request a map. The map will come in handy since it points out all the spots where not to step in. You'll regret just showing up and in a matter of minutes find yourself in the depths of a hole or risen high up in the trees tied dangling about thanks to a trusty tie around your ankle.
Head shots of Lillian, Tyson, and Marmaduke
((Their history will be reduced once their journal is set up. The Maeven's journal will be found on my Gaia Journal.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 7:25 pm
Name: Rhun Astald
Age: 23
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 180
Race: Human
Hair: Purple
Eyes: Red
Skin color: White /w Light Tan
Specifics/other: Walks with a slight limp due to nerve damage in his legs when he was young.
Likes: Cats, Women, humor , Psychology, learning and Food
Dislikes: Needles, The closed minded, Children.
Persona:
Rhun is, Sadly, the all too uncommon, chivalrous type of male. He goes out of his way to be polite and respectable to strangers as well as friends. He is calm and very passive; Save for in the event of one harms or demeans a friend of his or any female. He is a good friend that can have a crude sence of humor at times. He is also very poetic and can be a charmer at times.
History:
Growing up in the middle class of Durem, Rhun became fasenated with the social mind. Growing up to learn the ways of people and read them. When he became of age, he gathered money and went in persute of knowlage and travel.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 12:43 pm
Gaian Name: Lightning Shadow X Name: Anastasia Lenaghan Nickame(s): Stacey and Shadow Age: 18 Birthday: 22nd of February Gender: Female Height: 6’2’’ Weight: 21 stone (14 pound = 1 Stone) Shoe Size: 13 Ethnic Group: Caucasian/British Appearance: Very small facial features, almond shaped eyes and such. She has what her family call ‘the Lenaghan nose’ which accounts for it being quite large and bulbous. She has very thick, long limps. Her arms are ardorned by multiple hairs (visible due to her PO Syndrome releasing testosterone into the bloodstream and her skin is very fair and hair is very dark) and acne scarring. The same is with her legs. She’s not considered ‘fat’, however she does need to lose a crucial amount of weight and is therefore quite portly. However because of her height it’s usually quite unnoticeable. Hair Colour: A very dark brown, almost black. Eye Colour: Dark blue (note: colour changes due to light intensity and such) Likes: Drawing, Animating, Pocky, watching Horror Movies, watching Anime, talking to friends, making new friends, having time alone and writing down her dreams. Dislikes: Having multiple people talking to her at the same time, having her difficulty brought up as a negative thing, being over weight and having to take diet pills. Difficulties: Aspergers Syndrome, Speech + Language Difficulties (minor) and Polycystic Ovaries. Personality: Quite imaginative and hyperactive, she loves to make friends and so forth is amazingly friendly and open. She has a habit of becoming quite maternal over her friends, like an older sister or something if they tell her they're being hurt by someone or something. However, she's also prone to sounding angry due to her speech and language difficulties, even though she dosen't mean to be angry. So it's quite confusing being around her. But all and all, she is a very loving soul that just want's to be your friend. Occupation: College Student
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:16 pm
{{ Picture coming soon! }} Gaia Name:Revanica Josephine Reeves Gender: Female Species: (Dragon) Succubus Age: Has lost track... looks about early to mid 20s. The hottest girl on the planet. B-Day: July 11 Sign: Cancer Marital status: Single Occupation: Bookseller, part-time janitor Favorite Color(s): Silvery blues, greens and of course: gold. Favorite Foods: Humans, Chicken, Fish Favorite Music: New age, easy listening, many others as well. Likes: ancient egyptian culture, ruins, solitary templation and meditation, swimming, books, biology Dislikes: Loud noises, feeling cornered, time, big crowds, icky and crawly things. Fears: loving relationships, taking energy from nice guys/girls (She swings both ways.) Height: Varies (Usually about 5'3") Weight: Varies (120 lbs.) Appearance: Varies depending on mood, she IS a Succubus... (And Succubi are female shape-shifters.) However with her Gaian self she appears as a golden-flecked green eyed, light sandy/strawberry blonde (vagely orange)haired, moon-pale skinned and a 'well endowed' young woman. Never Without: A certain jeweled necklace of an obsidian, gothic looking ankh and Fur-lined boots (Unless it is hot out, then the boots are wetshoes.) Powers and Talents: May shape-shift into humanoids and animals however doing so exacts a price. It is a price of energy. Of course not being a human (or well dragon really) anymore, Rev won't really get energy from food, really, they play a minor part of life, or well the remainder of her existance. Being a Succubus, she gets her energy... elsewhere. She dances with flair and has learned many since Ancient Egyptian time. (The time from when she left the mortal coil, with the help of the Queen of the Succubi's embrace. Dragons are not immortal or all powerful either.) Personality: After being around for centuries, she may seem or act a little jaded, however she turns to look to the simple things in life, and tries not to think of her past very much. She enjoys being in Gaia, meeting new people and creatures.
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