x For the Record x .:. halfbreed angelic .:./.:. raffle .:./.:. insanity_of_the_loveless .:.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 3:09 pm
Name: .:. Crandall Rue Midnight Pronunciation: .:. CRAN-duhl Meaning: .:. Nickname: .:. Midnight, C
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Gender: .:. Male Orientation: .:. GayStraight Confused Personality: .:. Cold and calm mostly, though with the recent discovery that someone beat him to his life's goal of killing his mother, he has no idea what to do with himself.
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Found: .:. Aug. 28th, 2013 Parents: .:. Mistress Jean Clue x ??? Siblings: .:. ???
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 3:09 pm
x For the Record x .:. normal .:./.:. clue contest .:./.:. crimsoncutie666 .:.
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Notable History: .:. It didn't take long for word to spread to Midnight about what when down at dear Mother's house. To say he was surprised or even saddened would be a flat out lie. He'd been hoping the old coot would pass away soon enough, and to hear that it could have been one of his nieces or nephews just made him chuckle. Kids. Brats. All of them. Midnight never wanted children, and so his mother not only shunned him but got his siblings to do the same. So, he had taken to running away to the far south, away from all the priss and glamour of the rich life. He spent his days on a ranch in Oklahoma, raising cattle and sheering sheep, farming the land and earning a living through hard work and spit and grease. The life toughened more than just his body, as the mind of a chased out dog never ceases to growl and foam no matter what he looks like from the outside. He grew to hate them, every one of them. He planned his mother's murder himself. His weapon? Barbed wire. He learned quick on the ranch that bailing wire was extremely useful and could easily slice through flesh if used just right. Barbed wire, however, was much more fun. Along with the spikes, it had two lines of wire that -once debarbed- could untwist to two lines of lethal. He planned on wrapping those lines, barbs and all of course, around miss Mother's pretty little neck. Seems he'd never get that chance now, though... And for the first time in a long time, Midnight had no idea what to do with himself.
Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 2:25 pm
Name: .:. Adien Pronunciation: .:. A-dee-EN Meaning: .:. Fire Nickname: .:. Ay, Dee
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Gender: .:. Male Orientation: .:. Straight Personality: .:. A stubborn and loyal one. His domain is Instability, as he doesn't like simply going with the flow. Roll with the punches? Why should he, when he can throw in a few kicks and make things more interesting? He isn't who you would call the most open-minded individual, often trying any means necessary to achieve something he's put his mind to. He tends to be on the louder side, not afraid to say what he thinks without a filter. More often than not, you can find him frolicking in deserts or sunny places, and he is drawn to fire and explosives. The only one who can really calm him is Zaire, and she's the only one who really puts up with all of his shenanigans.
Long ago, she was a regular noodle, and so was he. They came from a farming village, and it was hit with the misfortune of a drought. The village was extremely religious, and eventually turned to religion for hope. A legend passed of a day when a villager would give birth within the village to a being with blue wings to symbolize rain would be born on the full moon, and that being would bring rain to the village. On their 16th birthday, they must be set ablaze to symbolize new life, like a phoenix, and that being would become their deity. So, one day, on a bright full moon, she was born and possessed startling blue wings.
Her brother, who was only a few years older, took an immediate liking to her. They could not be separated. Not even when the villagers arrived to claim the blue-winged child. He simply went with her, screaming insults and attempting to rescue her before, reluctantly and to her wish, he gave in.
She was bound by her feet and given her own shrine, where villagers would visit and give her presents. Children her age were allowed to accompany her, but if they ever upset the "princess" they'd be banished from the shrine. Parents would send their children over in hopes of befriending her and gaining favor of the child. During ceremonies, she was carried out to watch and allowed a brief moment of freedom. These days were her favorite, even if her legs stayed bound.
Her brother lived within the shrine with her, and as they aged he quickly became her protector and body-guard, despite his age. He had stopped trying to steal her away, mostly because he fell victim to her pleading whispers for him to stop, but it didn't halt the desire to rescue her from the fate he knew would come soon.
Their parents kept trying to fight the villagers, screaming that this was ludicrous and beyond reason. However, in the end the girl was not released, and she didn't ask to be. Perhaps she wasn't happy, but she was content keeping peace within the village by becoming their destined deity. She hated being stuck inside that room, and she wished to walk, but the girl knew it was best to stay put to ensure happiness within the village. It was all she wanted.
Her brother quickly took up teaching her how to read and write. He spent plenty of days and nights by her side, and often would whisper thoughts of removing her shackles. Her 16th birthday was coming up, and again he'd try and rescue her. She refused, kindly, and yet he kept trying. He attempted to lure her out and entice her to run away with him, bringing her new things that she had never touched or done before. Yet, no matter how many times he tried to move her from her prison she simply smiled and shook her head, soft hands cupping his cheeks and denying any attempt.
It was the night before when suddenly her doors were slammed open and he grabbed her, scooping her into his arms and fleeing the village as fast as he could. She protested, telling him how the village would never forgive him and how she couldn't allow this. She had been born for one single reason, and she had a destiny. One that he wouldn't listen to. His wings could not support the two, and hers had never been used, so it didn't take long for his legs to grow tired and pursuing villagers to track him down. She was wrenched free, and he was outcasted with their parents.
The next night was full of laughter, joy, lights, and music. She was given gifts from many, and adorned in beautiful clothes. The blue-winged girl was led quickly to a stake, and once she was tied firmly the flames were lit to the straw around her feet. The girl smiled grimly as she watched the villagers, feeling at peace that she could make those smiles on their faces, even if the flames did hurt. Her parents were nowhere to be found, and neither was her brother, and she went up in flames. Her last memory was of the brother who had tried to save her, and how she wished she could have kept him at peace, too.
The boy never forgave the village, and quickly perished from a disease the village refused to help cure. His last memory of her was a small smile of goodbye as she was wrenched from his arms and his wish to rip apart her pursuers to save her fragile life.
Kuon Yin decided to use their essence to create two higher beings that would rely on one another to exist. Descending, Kuon Yin lovingly created two bowls for the souls of the two lost siblings to reside in, gently caring for them until they were about to emerge. With a whispered wish for the two to help protect the Noodles she loved dearly, she sent the bowls onto earth and watched as they flopped out of their bowls.
While the kits knew nothing of their original selves, they knew they had a responsibility. They were different, they noticed, far different from most kits. But, it didn't matter. They had each other. As they grew they knew one thing, they needed one another. They don't know how they came to be, or who made them, or even if they're actually related, but all that matters to the two is the feelings that being with one another is just right. They are as close as family can get, even if they may not share the same blood, and they won't sacrifice that bond for anything. Even if the other's domain sometimes disagrees with theirs. They will always work together, and always be family.
x For the Record x .:. demonic .:./.:. candy game .:./.:. lady argentum draconis .:.
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 6:34 pm
Name: .:. Tala Pronunciation: .:. TAH-lah Meaning: .:. Wolf Nickname: .:.
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Gender: .:. Female Orientation: .:. Bisexual Personality: .:. Mostly feral, when she speaks it's broken as she is horrible with words. The majority of the time she communicates like a wolf, with sounds and gestures. At first, when you meet her, she's wary and sometimes even a little aggressive if you scare her. Once she knows you're not a threat, though, she's playful and loving, curious and loyal to a fault. Cross her, and she'll rip you to shreds and bar-b-que the leftovers.
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