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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 7:37 pm
 ❝ My heart wishes for the freedom of the world. My soul aches for the light in the dark. ❞ I am Akiyo Setsuna
But I will let you call me Aki
I'm not that old, I am Appears 19, real age uncertain
Are you blind? I'm obviously Angel
Here's an easy one, I'm Bisexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born April 17th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5' 6"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 110 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Blonde
Look closer, my eyes are Constantly Changing, most often blue
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Wing tattoos when my wings are not out, Burns on both wrists X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Velvet
And colored it Light Blue and Green
And from it they hung Heart, Ball of String, Star, Halo, Broom X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Quiet and reserved. he's very skittish, especially around bigger and stronger men. he tends to be better around women, but when men are around, he's nervous and jumpy. he's quite smart and intuitive, which is probably because he listens to what is going on around him. He's very perceptive and pays attention to his surroundings when other's forget about him. He's very kind and sympathetic, and very forgiving. He's also quite selfless and will put himself in the line of fire to save those he deems worth saving, that generally doubles when it comes to animals. He is also very genuine in his actions and emotions.
Quit invading my life, It went An angel from heaven, he doesn't even truly know the origin or beginning of his life. he knew that he simply came into existence and was part of a race held on high and given gifts to help bless those who lived on the world below. He was an angel, blessed with the gift of justice and guidance for the beings below. He began his life slowly, knowing things that he needed to know, and was able to communicate with those he wan intended to help, even though he was certain they spoke in different tongues. he was simply understood, and he took his duty to heart, as the meaning of life. With no further thoughts than that, he turned his attention and focus to fulfilling his life's work and guiding those he was sworn to protect and lead.
It was because of this assignment that Akiyo was so taken with the Earthen world that he decided to visit it. When he did, his sense were over ridden with the things he saw and learned. The beasts that humans thought them to be nothing more than beasts, stupid at that, were quite intelligent and were necessary for human survival. And not all humans were as righteous as they were made out to be. Some of them were dark and disturbing, and when he walked to them, trying to communicate with them, they did not understand him. he couldn't possibly understand why. He simply did his best. He didn't know it would be so difficult on the earthbound plane, rather then in the heavens. Instead, he started to stay with the animals in the woods, helping those who came across his path who understood him well enough.
it was one day that he was noticed by nefarious men. They lured him away form his woods, claiming the person needing his help could not be free of bed. It was then that Akiyo was captured, and chained to these men, poked and prodded at while they enjoyed their fun. He was sold off and on until he ended up at the Pallas house, a sad heart born on his sleeve.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Quiet
ღ Being Left Alone
ღ Dreaming
ღ Light
ღ Animals
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Cages and Chains
✘ Small spaces
✘ Pure Darkness
✘ The smell of sulfur
✘ Meat X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Wings can sprout from his back, and he can create dreamscapes for others as well as tell when people are lying.
Yes, there is some side things, like His eyes change color depending on mood and emotions. he can not speak English well, as he knows the heavenly language which contributes to why he doesn't speak much.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind[RESERVED]
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 1:57 pm
 ❝ Or might the soul clone itself, create a perfect imitation of something yet to be defined? In this way, can a reflection be altered? ❞ We are Aurora del Falici and Michael del Falici
But we will let you call us Auri and Michael. That's it.
We're not that old, we are Well, we were seventeen when... No, no. That doesn't count. We've been around for a few centuries.
Are you blind? We're obviously Genetically modified humans!
Here's an easy one, I'm interested in boys! Well, I prefer women.
You really want to know that? Fine, we were born some time in December but we were 'reborn' on April 17th. X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5'6" and I'm 5'5"!
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 125 lbs. W-well, I'm only 117 lbs...
We suppose we've got to say every last detail, our hair is Brown!
Look closer, our eyes are hazel? Naw, they've got a reddish tint to them. Red brown, I guess.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have nothing, but... I have scars on my back, from lashings... X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me leather and velvet.
And colored it black and green, whereas I have light blue, indigo, and green.
And from it they hung a star, a shield, a music note, a pan, and a crescent moon. Mine has a halo, a ball of string, a star, a piano, a heart, and a child. X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ We come across as very close, I suppose. That's the way things tend to be when you only have each other though. I know that, between Auri and I, I'm the 'harsher' personality. I'm aggressive and don't care if I hurt somebody—especially if it's to protect my sister. I'm very protective of the things I love and I will do anything to protect them. I also tend to get angry... sometimes too angry. I'm bad for saying things that I regret later without thinking. I've gotten Auri in trouble that way before...
Well I, on the other hand, am actually quite reserved. That's more because I'm nervous though, I suppose. Well, nervous is an understatement. People terrify me. I've learned that people you can trust are few and far between and, as a result, I don't like interacting with anybody besides Michael. I'm afraid of a lot of things, especially dogs, but I do try my best to be brave—for Michael's sake. I know he worries a lot, you see. I'm a very good judge of character and I'm rather intelligent. My abilities also give me a degree of prediction—I can see what a person intends to do as soon as their subconscience decides it so I can get Michael or myself out of harm's way fairly quickly. I will always put myself in harms way to protect Michael, even if it leaves me not walking for a week.
Quit invading our lives! It went When we were born, it was to a pair of aristocratic people who frivolously lived with not a care in the world. Like many other people in the time our parents were very, very curious about alchemy and eternal youth—they invested more money than they had into the scientific and alchemic fields and soon found themselves so far in the hole that not even years of fortune and good name could save them. So, instead, they did what any alchemy addict would do: they payed a price.
That price was my brother and I. See, they went to the laboratory of the people they owed the most money to and asked how they could get rid of their debt without tarnishing their good name. The lab’s answer was simple: give us your kids and we’ll call the dept paid, and give you enough to pay off the other debts. Light your house on fire and we’ll provide bodies to replace your kids—everybody will think they died in a tragic accident and you can live happily ever after. While we never expected our parents to actually do it…
They did. The scientists took us in the middle of the night, corralling us into one of their buggies and taking us to a secluded building that was well guarded. We were taken inside, split up, and then the experiments began. It was horrible. The scientists were cruel to me and I never got much to eat. I probably would have died if I wasn’t determined to find my sister. I had to protect her, after all. They put me through many tests and eventually the ‘stabbing day’ came. It was something all the kids knew about—and trust you me, there were a bunch of us, although there were only two other kids in my ‘group’—and were terrified of. It was the day when the scientists stabbed you with a needle and injected their serum into you. If you were lucky you got to live and keep your sanity. It was rare that you were lucky. I don’t know what owned the powers they were trying to duplicate in my group, but I was the only one that survived. The other two kids caught fire and died nothing could put it out—or rather, every time they put the fire out it just lit back up again. I, on the other hand, got the ability to control fire. It had taken a long time for them to get it right, but they seemed to be pleased. The next little while had been spent training me how to use my abilities. I got good, although they’re definitely not something that will ever come naturally to me, and that was when that happened…
The group I was kept in was a little bit different than my brother’s. There were a lot more of us—around ten—and we never had to do exercises like he did. Instead we did a lot of tests for math and reading and other brain-based things. We were well fed and kept comfortable, to avoid causing stress I suppose, and when ‘stabbing day’ came very few of us wound up dead—although I was the only one that came out ‘right’. We were blindfolded, gagged, and our ears were plugged beforehand. The only reason I knew that somebody’s head had blown up was because I felt it. Obviously they cleaned us up before they took the blindfolds off, but of the original ten only seven were left. And of those seven, six were deemed failures—they went mad. I was the only one that survived the trials, as the failures were ‘put down’, but I had lost my voice in the process, instead earning the ability to speak—to not only humans but animals, nature, and machines as well—through telepathy. Mind you, at that time I couldn’t hear. After a little more experimentation I was injected again, and this time the voices came. It was scary at first, and I think Michael is the only reason I didn’t go crazy. When I heard his voice I figured out how to speak just to him. After that the scientists focused on teaching me how to control my powers and I got very, very good at it very quickly. And just when I thought they were finished they started up a new round of injections. It was after these that I figured out I could move stuff by willing it to move, and right after I was trained in how to use those powers that that thing happened…
I couldn’t tell you exactly what went on, just that in a matter of moments the entire place had been destroyed. It was… wind. A violent wind that tore everything out of the place and killed everybody. Somehow in the chaos my sister and I found each other—all of the debris seemed to be flung away from her and I simply torched anything that got to close to hurting me—and we just sort of… sat there together on one of the medical benches that had been bolted to the floor. Everybody was dead except us—we were the only ones left, and we knew that—while scientists had come and gone over the decades we had been experimented on—nobody would be coming this time. And that was when we saw it—him—whatever it was. It started as the wind, but soon took on a physical form… I don’t remember what it looked like, mainly because what it looked like was still changing as it left, and Aurora says that she doesn’t know either, but in a way that thing saved us. It was too bad we fell out of the frying pan and into the fire.
We were found by a crude, rich man who took a particular… interest in my brother. I didn’t know how far it had been going, not until it was long too late, but he did beat me a few times. Mainly when Michael didn’t behave. He’d whip me and make Michael watch—it made me thankful that I had no voice, as I could no long audibly cry out, and soon we both ‘fell in line’. Michael learned how to cook and, well, I learned how to suck up to the microwave. Those things can make really good food, you know! If you ask them nicely, that is. Well, this sort of lifestyle went on for a while—I was relatively ignored now that Michael wasn’t fighting back anymore—but… but then I walked in on them while the Master was… ‘having his way’ with my brother. I snapped. Admittedly, I probably tried to kill him. But no matter what I threw at him it didn’t work and before I knew it his hands were around my neck and he was choking me. That was when Michael killed him—that man lit up like a torch and didn’t go out until not even bones were left. We were taken from that home to the slave shop and at first they tried to separate us, but when it nearly killed us they put us into the same room. Now we’re waiting to see what happens… I just hope we can be happy…
Quit bothering us, we'll say that we like:
ღ Singing Playing violin or piano
ღ Being with Auri Spending time with Michael
ღ Cooking Eating sweets
ღ Protecting Auri Defending Michael
ღ Comfortable places
We'll tell you that we don't like:
✘ Perverts Getting yelled at
✘ Being ordered around Spicy food
✘ Deep water Small spaces
✘ Seeing my twin hurt
✘ Being hurt X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can control and create fire with my mind, whereas I am capable of telekinesis and telepathy; that means I can move things with my mind and talk to people through my mind.
Yes, there is some side things, like if Auri gets taken too far away from me I'll get sick and she'll die. Also, I don't know for sure if I move things with my mind... sometimes it feels like... like it's something else I'm controlling..!
The person that works my mind is not me, but Kathryn AnonFrig that is a long bio... 1600 words... yay me!
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 8:03 pm
 ❝ ... (: ❞ She is Sona.
But is also called the Maven of the Strings.
She's not that old, she is 23
Are you blind? She's obviously a magic wielder.
Here's an easy one, she's heterosexual.
You really want to know that? Fine, she was born December 13th. X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, she's 5'7".
She may not look it, but she's 117 lbs.
Does she have to give every last detail? Her hair is blue with traces of purple and pink near the ends of it.
Look closer, her eyes are light blue.
Of course you can't see them, she hides them. She has nothing like that, though her hair colour is natural. X X❝ C a l l Xh e r Xs e l f i s h ,Xs h e Xw o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave her velvet.
And colored it brown, indigo, green, and purple.
And from it they hung a halo, a star, a shield, a paint palate, a piano, and a heart. X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ She comes across as a generally friendly person with a bit of a playful disposition. She is very affectionate towards those she likes, having to express her feelings through actions because of her lack of words, and tends to be comfortable in other peoples’ personal space. She is a very hard worker, at the little work that she does, and can be very stubborn when there is something that she wants or that is bothering her. Being the type of woman who hates idle hands she tends to spend a lot of time playing music, preferring the soothing tones of music or nature to the dissonance of the urban world, and isn’t shy about showing off her craft. She can be a little bit difficult to read and her temper can flash at the drop of a dime and, while she would only severely hurt somebody as an absolute last measure, Sona has no qualms in fighting to defend herself. She is particularly uncomfortable about forward men, being fairly unfamiliar with her opposing gender, and can be very flighty when she is nervous. While she would never run away it isn’t beyond likelihood that she would flee a scene or room to avoid confrontation or interaction that she isn’t comfortable with.
Quit invading her life, It went Sona has no memory of her true parents. As an infant, she was found abandoned on the doorstep of an Ionian slave house, nestled atop an ancient instrument in an exquisite case of unknown origins. She was an unusually well-behaved child, always quiet and content. The store owners were sure she would find a home quickly, but it soon became apparent that what they mistook for uncommon geniality was actually an inability to speak or to produce any sound whatsoever. Sona remained at the slave house until her teens, watching in hopeless silence as prospective masters passed her by. During this time, the shop owners sold her unusual instrument to anxious collectors, hoping to build her a trust. For a myriad of bizarre and unexpected reasons, however, it would be returned, or simply appear again outside the shop.
When a wealthy Demacian woman named Lestara Buvelle learned of the instrument, she immediately embarked to Ionia. When the shop owners showcased the instrument for her, she rose wordlessly and explored the shop, stopping outside Sona’s room. Without hesitation, Lestara purchased her and left a generous tip for the instrument. With Lestara’s guidance, Sona discovered a deep connection with the instrument which Lestara called an "etwahl". In her hands, it played tones which stilled or quivered the hearts of those around her. Within months, she was headlining with the mysterious etwahl for sold-out audiences. She played as though plucking heartstrings, effortlessly manipulating the emotions of her listeners - all without a single written note. In secret, she discovered a potent and deadly use for her etwahl, using its vibrations to slice objects from a distance. She honed this discipline in private, mastering her gift.
As time went on a point was reached where Lestara could teach Sona no more, the young maven reaching a point of perfection with her gift. By this point Sona had come to realize that, oddly enough, the instrument was alive and had a will of it's own: A will to protect it's master. One night, before a show, Lestara expressed that there were certain patrons in the audience, regulars who had taken an interest in the beautiful young woman. Sona, for obvious reasons, was afraid of what would happen... whatever 'meeting' Lestara intended to set up for after the show. As Sona went off to prepare for the performance she realized that the weapon, that always floated within reach, was missing. She searched around for it, only to find it moments later. Curiously she went to find where it had gone, finding with horror that the woman who had taken her in was dead.
While Sona recognized the wounds to be those created by her own instrument, nobody else knew of her ability and after her performance she was escorted back to the slave shop. Though Sona was certainly upset by the death she holds no guilt for it--it had not been her own will that Lestara wind up dead so there was no reason to harbour guilt over the act.
Quit bothering her, she'll tell you she likes:
ღ the etwahl
ღ music
ღ nature
ღ comfort
ღ practicing
She'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ silence
✘ death
✘ isolation
✘ being without her etwahl
✘ when she is unable to use her magic X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, she can bend emotions and manipulate the heart with music. She can also solidify the music and use it to slice and attack things, if need be.
Yes, there is some side things, like the fact that Sona is completely mute. She can express what she feels through her etwahl (the lyre-like instrument that is bound to her) but she is not capable of actual speech.
The person that works her mind is not her, but Kathryn Anon
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 2:52 am
 ❝ Easy to be sleazy when you've got a filthy mind. ❞ I am Ash Marie Callisto
But I will let you call me whatever you like.
I'm not that old, I am let's go with twenty-two.
Are you blind? I'm obviously a swamp nymph.
Here's an easy one, I'm opportunistic.
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born December 13th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5'6"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 140lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is sage.
Look closer, my eyes are also sage.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have a crocodile across my back. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me leather.
And colored it Purple, Dark blue, Pink, and Red
And from it they hung a gun, a pan, star, and a crescent moon. X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as quite a few things, apparently. Pompous, arrogant, ignorant, a b***h-- oh and my favorite, a good ol' slut. I will say, of those, I can really only agree with one, I'm arrogant, bull headed and prideful when it comes to my body, and the manner in which I should be kept in. While we're on the subject of how I should be kept-- money is no object to me. If it's mine, or someone else's. Why hold and save onto it? It won't help you when you're dead.
Quit invading my life, It went kind of terrible. There's nothing simple about living in a swamp, even with us being as settled in as we were. There's still crocodiles, eels, and all sorts of nasty little bastards that like to hop out at you at night. Not to mention the neighbors-- and when I say that, I don't mean the people who lived in just beside us, I mean the neighboring village.
We raided each other regularly, usually at night, causing all sorts of ruckus for each other whenever we got the chance. If we caught hostages, usually, they ended up sold. Might be immoral, but it was damn good money, especially with how few of us leave the swamps to explore the world. People pay top dollar for us, even if we aren't anything special.
I'm sure, at this point, you can guess how I got in my situation. I was cocky, and stupid, and got myself tangled up in a raid. They snagged me just before we could get out of town, and I ended up here. Can't say I blame them, I heard they got quite the nice reward for their efforts.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Midnight swims
ღ Lollipops
ღ Pretty company
ღ Stiff drinks
ღ My pipe
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Being ignored
✘ The word ' No '
✘ Blood suckers
✘ Being manhandled
✘Disrespect X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can make poisons with fumes that'll make you cross-eyed, got quite the affinity for acids as well. Other than that, I didn't take too well to magics, wasn't my style.
Yes, there is some side things, like I have this tendency to file my nails to points-- let's try not to break me of the habit, 'kay?
The person that works my mind is not me, but Mothxo
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