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Cursed by Cupid Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 9:02 pm
Name: Kristina Lorena Taylor
Player: Lonely Bullet
Stage: Looking
Seeing: N/A
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 9:05 pm
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Cursed by Cupid Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:21 am
//..Welcome.. Welcome To Kris' Journal [And Akki's...I guess]. Please read all rules and such. Thank ya!Table Of Contents: [1] Staff Post
[2] Kris' Profile
[3] Intro,Rules, News, Updates
[4] PITA's [Akki] Profile
[5] "Parent's" [Kris] Profile
[6] Apartment Things
[7] Other Family
[8] Friends
[9] Inventory/Gifts
[10] Special
[11] People with full permission to post
[12] Photos
[13] Growth Stuff
[14] EXTRA
[15] EXTRAOverall Rules: .1. No flamming, spamming, and keep cursing to a min. please.
.2. My word and Staff word goes, no if's and's or but's about it!
.3. If you don't have my permission to post here, then don't post, thanks.
.4. You must follow how to correctly Rp (Literately as possible), no annoying useless chatter unless it's occ but try to keep that to a min. please.
.5. I don't ask you to be a perfect speller, hell knows I'm not..but try to spell to the best of your ability.
.6. If you're planning to talk to me OOC, then find something such as brackets to put the sentance(s) in please, it looks nicer for a journal.
.7. Follow normal ToS and Shop rules and such. Life's Crazy News: Quote: 8.22.07- Akki grew, he's taken a special interest in the military life, and apparently he's a little.....different now, this just keeps getting stranger.6.05.07- How does a child just appear from a scroll? Anyways, meet my....::coughs violently::...child, Akki...5.22.07- What the hell, a scroll? Explanation later on.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:27 am
//..About Akki..
Hey, this is Akki's sandy little tent, enter at your own risk.
Name: Akhenaten (Allen) Taylor-Shinomori
Nickname: Akki, Ayn, Torture
DoB: June 5th, 2007
Age: Child
Parents: Kristina Taylor and Aoshi Shinomori
Sisters: ---
Brothers: ---
Description:
Hair: Once orange, Green as it stands now
Eyes: Grayish Blue
Skin: Green
Likes: The Military, Blocks, Video games, Television, History books, Violence, Destruction, Rules, Order, Unanswerable questions, Candy and shimmering objects as well as sand.
Dislikes: Peacefulness, Sunblock, Cleaning, Rainy days, Sarcastic remarks directed at him, Horribly "cute" nicknames, green beans.
Favorite Color: Green
Favorite Food: Pancakes
Favorite Movie: WWII movies
Favorite Element: Earth
Zodiac Symbol: Gemini
Special Interest: Building things and bossing people around.
Akki's Background: Will be added as big steps are taken...
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:45 am
//..About Kris and Aoshi..
Back when I was y'er age...
/.Mother./
Name: Kristina (Lorena) Taylor-Shinomori
Nickname: Kris
Race: Dragon Half-Breed
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
DoB: 10.12.1982, Age 22
Parents:
Name: Sean Martin
Age: 46
Family Role: Father of Kris
Personality:He's always yelling at his family, Kris or her mother. Normally he's at work but when he has returned home the family tends to ignore him because his attitude is so aggressive he's easy to flip out on you. Normally carrying a [shotgun not too far from his side he's just heavy enough to seriously hurt Kris, which is normal to her. Abuse of Kris happens very much when her father is home, that or she's kicked out of the house.
Appearance: Except him not looking happy. [x]
Name: Jessica/Jess Martin
Age: 39
Family Role: Mother of Kris
Personality:She's a druggy. Stealing cash from almost anyone she can get it from, including own family members Jessica is cold and somewhat distant with her own life. Having 'swingers' over to smoke and chat with her, she rarely is found out of her room. If she is seen from her room she's normally extremely high and dangerous if ticked off. Kris tends to find her mother either drunk or high at always the wrong times, and is normally beaten for doing so. On a rare time one could find Jessica not high and coming around the house, but if that's the case she tends to be either too busy doing nothing to bother with someone or is just plain ignoring a person. She's not a b***h when she's not high if you're actually able to get a word in to her that it.
Appearance: [x]
Sisters: none
Brothers: none
Description:
Physical Description: Her hair is a mild gray tone. It touches just around her mid back and is fairly straight. There's a single snip of hair that it cut diagonally from a earlier encounter. It dangles somewhat in her face from time to time but she hasn't the need or desire to cut it. Her skin is that of an Irish complexion. Her eyes are a cloaked pale red, hidden mostly by a pale blue. The only time her "true eyes" are put in place is when she's no longer masking herself. She's roughly 5' 6" and 114lbs. Her body figure is that similar to the hour glass figure, or a figure eight in some sense of the word. She's slender but don't mistake that for weak or plain, once you get to see her in action she's neither. Her ears are just a tad pointy, not as much as a elf nor as little as a human's. Her body is toned, and she has two birth marks on her. One is on her back, it's a blue and silver dragon with a large black and red snake wrapped around it. The other marking is on her lower left calf, it depicts a set of slash-patterned markings around a single flame however the flame is silverish gold and the slashes are black.
Images: 1 , 2 , 3
Psychological Description: She's rude and normally has the absence of feelings all together. Perfect for a cold blooded killer personality she lashes out at people and disregards others as if they're worthless. Not making good strong relationships/friendships with most people she barely talks to others and enjoys other people's pain. She's blunt, shows almost no fear and lacks the want to pull out of a battle even if it means she could have her life spared. She'll fight for what she believes is right and rarely accepts others views. Extremely cold but very open if need be. The impossible was reached late two years ago, she became paired with a human male. This lasted for a fun while, but he became absent and she began thinking relationships were useless. He left and she's been raising the child, Akki, ever since.
Typical Clothes: Baggy painter-pant type dark jeans with some simple patchwork done to the spots around her hips and knees, A pair of leather hiking boots that are light weight and plain, a tight white tank top similar to a "wife beater" that men wear, and a black zipper hoodie to wear either around her waist or on her. Other than that she's got a gold bracelet that is a chain that then has a part that comes down to her middle finger were a black ring is attached.
Likes: Peaceful moments, her apartment, the colors brown/blue/gray/yellow and black, mostly rock music, reading mysteries and histories, drawing, exploring the outdoors, animals, knives, small hand guns, blood in movies, horror movies, money, food, other places she's heard about in the paper, walking, swords, plants, and mythical beasts/supernatural.
Dislikes: Children, bratty-self centered people, fist fighter vs gun cases, taking pictures, being taken a picture of, tall individuals with a ego, and large cars.
Favorite Color: Gray
Favorite Food: Seafood, like lobster/shrimp and clams
Favorite Movie: Hostel
Favorite Element: Fire
Zodiac Symbol: Libra
Special Interest: Jogging each day.
Kris' Background: As a child she was abandoned and never much cared for social grouping. Later in her childhood, around the age of ten she was taken in by an old couple living in a small hut in a rather large village. Not being much of a social teenager Kris was grouped as an outcast, not that she really wanted into whatever school social ladders offered. When her sixteenth birthday roled around she'd already annoyed her 'foster' parents enough that they kicked her out, back out into the woods and streets. By no chance or twist of fate Kris met a rather old man who had something to offer her, not money or a sweet home, but to know her true past, and to gain so many new things that came along with it, both power and knowledge. Not having second guesses she instantly took the offer and was introduced into her past.
It would've seemed that she had been normal all her life, but this man brought out the "beast" inside of her. She grew to love the taste, smell and feeling of blood dripping down her mouth and the view of death and gore. Her eyes grew to a nice shade of grey and blue and she learned of all the dragon related things she'd never given a thought to before. Her life came to a halt when the old man that had given her a meaning to life died. He had once spoke of lands where others like herself lived, and was going to show her the way one day, until this. Now on her own Kris found it easy to kill for what she wanted, including information.
Her family had abandoned her and for good reason, she was said to be the cursed child of the dragons. Her mentor taught her that it was believed that such a girl would come that would doom all the dragons into enslavement for the rest of their lives. She has ever since been searching for her family, or someone who'll tell her more about who she is to the dragons. As of yet she has no leads, and has become angry and even colder. For the past few years she's been living on a small block fairly caught up in gang and city street violence. This is where she met her "partner". [STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION]
/.Father./
Name: Aoshi Shinomori
Nickname: Shinta
DoB: 02.13.1981, Age 23
Parents: Unknown
Sisters: none
Brothers: none
Description:
Physical Description: His hair is a mild to darkish brown tone that is short cut. He's got a small soul patch as I believe it's called, it looks something to this type but does touch the bottom of his chin and it isn't thick. He does not have sideburns either. His eyes are a rich auburn color. He's got a tan complexion with small scars on his arms, legs and chest from knife fights. They're normally blended well but the sheer outline is visible. His ears are normal size, and he does have a normal size too when it comes to his chest/arms/legs and all around weight. He stands about 5'11" or so.
Images: 1
Clothes: A loose black tank top covers his chest area with navy blue jeans that are somewhat baggy and leave room for his movement, they do seem rather worn. His shoes are pointy compared to regular sneakers or shoes but do not come to a direct point. He also wears a grayish brown trench coat that normally hides his swords, but that's a different story. He's got that bad-boy, "don't mess with me" goth-y/skater look about him. He is a street boy after all.
Likes: Loyalty, Honesty, Respect, Knives, Swords, Love, Children, Fighting, money, peaceful moments, cats, the outside, cities, rock music, smart people, and food.
Dislikes: Rude people, dishonesty, bad manors, liars, random acts of violence, stupid people, egotistical people, dogs, snakes, classical music.
Favorite Color: Dark blue
Favorite Food: Japanese or Chinese, or even tacos
Favorite Movie: Unknown
Favorite Element: Water
Zodiac Symbol: Aquarius
Special Interest: Unknown
Aoshi's Background: Under Major Construction.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:49 am
//..Apartment..
Look at this, they've got a apartment.
Kris' Room:
-Description- It's the larger of the two bedrooms in the apartment as well as one of the largest rooms in the building. There's a small picture on their desk holding a image they took of the two of them just moving in to the new house, both smiling and holding hands. They share a computer and have a bookshelf lined with books for Kris to study, and maybe even read out loud. Closer to the bathroom and living room the "master" bedroom is fairly luxurious compared to the rest of the building.
The Akki's Room:
-Description- It's small, not as large as the master bedroom but still able to keep heat and such. Pictures of wild plants and herbs hang on the one wall, and an old rocking chair that squeaks every once and awhile is in the other corner. The light off the windows gives way to alot of sights of the front of the building.
Living Room:
-Description- The white pillows are plushy and work for sitting, the table decorated with small roses from the garden in apartment's neighbor's back lawn.
Kitchen:
-Description- The white and red kitchen ware matches with the picture. A ticking clock sits next to the large picture of a lake that she bought a while back, it was old but repainting it made it's lively colors regenerate.
Backyard:
-Description- A single weeping willow tree stands in the backyard, it's the largest near the school. Being as she doesn't have much money left over she took two lawn chairs from a woodworking shop next to her job and furnished it a bit before sticking them outside. Also there is lush green grass and a small koi pond that keeps tiny minos and two large koi fish.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:51 am
//..Friends or Enemies..
Just like the good 'ol days.
Name: ---
Feelings Towards: ---
Nickname: ---
Birthday: ---
Age: ---
Journal Link: ---
Rp's?: ---
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Feelings Towards: ---
Nickname: ---
Birthday: ---
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Journal Link: ---
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Feelings Towards: ---
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Birthday: ---
Age: ---
Journal Link: ---
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:52 am
//..Inventory and Gifts..
Whatcha got in that pocket?
*Currently empty, will add things later.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:53 am
//..Special..
--~Spot Reserved For Parties and Such~--
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:58 am
//..Permission to Post..
C' mon in! <3
People & Pets Automatically Allowed to Post:
name/reason/postage color
*All Staff, of course.
Cutting Containment/Journal-Pet's Owner/ OCC ONLY: cornflowerblue
Akki/His "mom's" Journal/lime
Kris/Her Journal/Black
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:59 am
//..Photos..
Smile for the camera!
Photo Time:
Stage/Date/Link
Youngin'/June 5th/[x]
Child/August 22nd/[x]
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 2:03 am
//..Rp Developments..
Grow babe' grow!
PD = A playdate/Priv. Rp
OPD = Open Rp, General really.
JRP = Journal Entry.
??? -> ???:
Journal entry: Date - Status.
Rp: Date - Status.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 2:04 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 2:05 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 5:35 pm
Cursed by Cupid Congratulations Kristina, Our state of the art equipment informs us that your love life sucks. But don't despair! We at Cupid's Chokehold are here to improve your miserable chances at finding a partner. Using our revolutionary profiling system, we can find find the match that's right for you, and send you down the path toward true happiness. Simply fill out the attached form and send it back to us in the pre-addressed envelope enclosed. After you complete this laughably simple process, we will contact you with the details of your first date. Signed, Joesph Thomas Alexander XV 1/2
"Lead me to him, show me his face!"
Kris' head spun as she quickly popped up from her placement in a deep sleep. The same dream had been haunting her for years now, the same people and the same saying,
'Lead me to him, show me his face.'
It was nearly dawn as the young woman stretched out her legs and then popped her back by twisting around her waist. The gray-silver shades of her hair shown dimmer now but as the sun would rise so would their differences, the silver's exotic sense of displacement among all the gray strands of her hair. Kris was beginning to comb her hair as Lucifer lay still on her other silk pillow. The large boa had been sleeping rather easily lately, something she wished upon herself most nights. While nothing woke him Kris got the feeling her pet was watching her, vividly and safely within the confinements of his mind.
"Lucifer, sleepy b*****d."
She muttered swatting at the pillows edge with the tip of her comb. The sound near by him seemed to phase the snake for only a few short seconds before he returned to a nice sleep, his eyes still wide open as always. But Kris decided it was best not to wake him, after all there wasn't much for her to do today. Her son, Akki had the weekends off from school and slept in most of the mornings, and as for work, there hadn't yet been a phone call for her presence. Tired and stressed from lack of sleep Kris slipped behind her bathroom's door and shut it tight until the knob's mechanisms clicked together producing a slight cling noise. It was then that the young woman slid off her night clothes and turned on the rushing water of her shower. The water was hot and steam already lifted from all edges of the bath's ceiling,
"Perfect"
She muttered as the slender woman slipped loosely into the shower. The morning showers were always gratifying, it somehow made her more prepared for things that at first glance one would've guessed to be annoying or stressful work. A gasp of relief came as the warm water pattered her back with a soothing force that made her shudder. Muttering something to herself Kris took the soap and washcloth and began to lather it onto her smooth pale skin, hoping to get the soot from yesterday off her. Kris' heart ached as she left the warmness of her shower and bathroom for the cold and stunning feeling of her bedroom. Slipping into a pair of 'Mudd' jeans and a over sized black jacket she bounced onto the bed trying to waken her sleeping pet.
"C 'mon Lucifer, get your a** outta' my bed!"
"Go away you stupid girl,"
The Boa seemed to say as he hissed towards Kris. For his age Lucifer was big, well for a boa at least, he was 7 and a third almost a full eight feet long while his owner, Kris Taylor was only 5' something inches tall. Being as heavy and large as he was she had to acquire a queen size bed when she moved into the apartment about 20 minutes from Akki's school. It'd been three full months since she first got settled in, it was easier said than done. The building itself was small, only one other apartment to the side of hers, some older lady lived there. They shared a fairly large backyard and if Kris had had any friends, well the backyard would've been ample space to stick them in for a summer party or something. None the less getting off her personal social life the young woman tapped the boa's head this time waking him up in a hiss. He turned his head inwards and gave her a glare before appearing to doze back out.
Not feeling like annoying the hell out of her 'room mate' today she left, swinging the screen door shut behind her. It creaked for a moment and Kris thought she might have to go back, to shut it completely. But thankfully it clicked shut and she could be on her way, a morning jog was a daily routine for her. The sun wasn't too bright but being as she was mostly active during the nightly hours it still was a bit much for her good eye to handle. Kris was born with two beautiful pink-albino eyes, they sparkled and shinned to their fullest. One day when she was six she was playing with her ability to change their color to a human shade and somehow she damaged one of them, the injury didn't impair her much, it was more of a annoyance.
Anyways her one good eye squinted as the light shown at her directly, it was nothing too bad and Kris made her way around the driveway's corner and onto the sidewalk. Just before she left she noticed the mailbox's flag was down, the rent she had sent out the other day must've been taken already. Interested in if she'd recieved anything other than junk mail she jogged over to the box and yanked the black plastic top open. Laying in there was a single letter, not packaged like a regular junk-mail type envelop she figured she'd give the writer due respect and open it to see what was inside. As she pulled the slip out and read the note she almost laughed, for a random stranger the message had a rude tone to it.
None the less she figured there was nothing better to do with her Saturday morning. She walked back up to her apartment door and unlocked it. Taking the letter with her she made it into the kitchen and placed it down near the sink. Kris moved over to a drawer and took from it a pen, standing at the counter top she began filling out the ridiculous form. How odd, to get something like this in the mail. Smiling with a sort of devilish anxious look to her she managed to finish it in no time and re-seal it in the envelop given to her.
"This `ought to be a adventure all in itself."
Her voice joked in amusement as she exited the house once more. This time she placed the letter back in the mailbox and began her jog. As she got back onto the sidewalk and started down the street with every beat of her shoes on the pavement she wondered what would become of the odd message.
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