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 Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 7:33 pm
✶ WELCOME
WELCOME || QUASAR || RONA || MERLE || ART || RP SAMPLES
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 7:37 pm
✶ QUASAR
WELCOME || QUASAR || RONA || MERLE || ART || RP SAMPLES
A collection of links & information regaurding and pertaining to Quasars, Black Holes and their nature.  [1] Black Hole Spills Kaleidoscope of Color
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 7:38 pm
✶ RONA
WELCOME || QUASAR || RONA || MERLE || ART || RP SAMPLES ✶ GENERAL INFORMATION__________ * Name: Rosalie "Rona" Salo * Nickname(s): --- * Date of Birth: August 18th * Age: Twenty-Three * Gender: Female * Marital Status: Single * Orientation: Heterosexual * Religion: Monotheistic, Passive * Race: Human * Heritage: Roank * Occupation: Electrician ✶ APPEARANCE___________________ * Height: 5F 4I * Weight: 136lbs * Hair Color: Auburn * Hair Length: Short, Ear Length * Hair Style: Wavy, Straight Fringe * Eye Color: Dark Brown * Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned * Physical Build: Average * Distinguishing Marks: --- * Clothing: Rona usually wears loose-fitting shirts and comfortable jeans. * Accessories: Black clips keep her hair out of her face and a heavy tool belt is often wrapped around her waste. Surprisingly, she prefers loose fitting dress shirts and aprons around the house. * Written Description: --- ✶ PERSONALITY & TRAITS__________ * Written Personality: A smart a**, sarcastic and generous with opinions, Rona is both amusing and infuriating. She indulges in a very laid-back lifestyle, often lacking in order or common sense, if only for the sake of pushing Elke's buttons. While she may be energetic in the company of others, Rona is lazy and unmotivated when alone, and would rather lie in a sleeping pile all day than tidy her messy house or tend to her long-forgotten spice garden. When confronted about these capricious behaviors, Rona shrinks into herself, claiming her shifting personality is a figment of the accuser's imagination. One would think Rona’s apathetic attitude would clash with Elke’s serious front, but her ability to tune out while her Dust rants does wonders for their relationship. Although she may be difficult to get along with and even harder to get a serious opinion out of, Rona is capable of expressing awkward, stiff-lipped affection when she runs out of lines, and cares more for Elke than she does of herself. * Habits: --- * Hobbies: Sleeping * Philosophies: --- ✶ PAST__________________________ * History: --- ✶ LIKES & DISLIKES_______________ * Likes: Coffee, Peace & Quiet, Sleeping, Spicy Foods, Heirlooms & Antiques. * Dislikes: Lying, Feeling Anxious, Dogs, Mornings, Alcohol. * Skills: Before she took to her lazy moods, Rona was something of a grower, and kept a diverse spice garden. (( Character Sheet Property of Ravina Loki, Modifications by Owlied ~ I hope you don't mind! ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 7:41 pm
✶ ELKE
WELCOME || QUASAR || RONA || ELKE || ART || RP SAMPLES ✶ GENERAL INFORMATION__________ * Name: Elke Salo * Nickname(s): --- * Date of Birth: --- * Age: --- * Gender: Female * Marital Status: Single * Orientation: Unknown * Religion: Unknown * Race: Unknown * Heritage: Unknown * Nationality: Unknown * Occupation: Unknown ✶ APPEARANCE___________________ * Height: Unknown * Weight: Unknown * Hair Color: Unknown * Hair Length: Unknown * Hair Style: Unknown * Eye Color: Unknown * Skin Tone: Unknown * Physical Build: Unknown * Distinguishing Marks: Unknown * Clothing: Unknown * Accessories: Unknown * Written Description:Elke is a head shorter than her Guardian, with skin as susceptible to color as watercolor paper and a long, wavy head of onyx hair. Her eyes are extraordinarily black and justly accentuated with a comically expressive set of brows. A colorful mingling of everything she encounters, Merle has piled, wrapped and thrown objects onto her person in a way that resembles an overstuffed drawer. If one looks closely enough, her exposed skin is freckled with bits of light. ✶ PERSONALITY & TRAITS__________ * Written Personality:To a stranger, Elke is a difficult one to crack - it's not so much that she's mysterious as there is very little of herself that she's brave enough to offer. More naïve than manipulative, Elke takes pieces of everyone she meets and bundles them into a personality that best suits her company. When speaking with someone arguable, she’ll absorb that negativity and throw it right back; the same goes for an individual who’s friendly or distraught. Learning through imitation, she will adapt to any situation to gain someone’s trust...and whatever else she can siphon from them. If it weren't for her tendency to trail off, she'd be quite the con artist. Her 'want, want, want' mindset makes her envious of others, but she get's past it in her own way - she has a habit of making things disappear. Inwardly, she battles poorly between morals and desires. To Elke, her actions should go without punishment. She doesn't think she's doing her victims any harm, as it's all for the 'greater good' - satisfying her own desires. It’s in her nature to be selfish and dishonest, and while her actions don’t go without guilt, Elke flat-out denies any wrong doing when caught red handed. Elke is observant and involved, hoarding information and items to suit her needs, the latter of the two proving her sticky fingers may be cause for alarm. Although she's proven herself devoid of any distinct personality, Elke does have one unique trait; she is exceedingly impatient, regardless of the circumstances. With Rona as a Guardian, slow and steady comes more often than she wants. Elke needs the world to be an exciting place, and suffers from terrible anxiety when there's nothing to distract her or something in her life becomes stagnant. * Habits: Hoarding/Collecting * Hobbies:* Philosophies:✶ PAST__________________________ * History:✶ LIKES & DISLIKES_______________ * Likes:* Dislikes:* Skills:(( Character Sheet Property of Ravina Loki, Modifications by Owlied ~ I hope you don't mind! ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 7:44 pm
✶ ART
WELCOME || QUASAR || RONA || MERLE || ART || RP SAMPLES
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 7:45 pm
✶ Contest Entries
WELCOME || QUASAR || RONA || MERLE || ART || RP SAMPLES Custom Contest, June 18 - 2009 Quote: Tell us of an event, with a clear beginning middle and end, where your dust does not say a word. The guardian should be present, and can speak. There should also be a well defined conflict.
Rona groaned something silly about naughty children, tossing breathlessly beneath her quilt. It was a lovely patchwork thing, all shades of orange and blue, mocking a still day in the desert with an almost magical accuracy. Merle wanted that quilt...but there were better things to be had tonight. The blanket was alluring, yes, but so were most of Rona's things. They were all keepsakes of sorts, made by a great grandmother or found washed up in a bottle on the beach. All of Rona's things had secret pasts and curious beginnings, but none tempted her as sweetly as the ring.
"It has a lovely gem, and the band is priceless. A real beautiful piece." Trilled Rona in an uncharacteristically giddy voice. She had brought it home just that morning and refused to let Merle see it, thinking nothing of her little Dust's jealousy. Rona expected the best of Merle, she'd told her that, too - Merle's head took another dive, stirring a queasy pool in the little one's stomach. Wrong. She was all wrong...but Rona never really said anything about wrong. Perhaps it wasn't so bad to be wrong. Maybe wrong was like a rainy day - not everyone enjoys it, but it feeds the flowers and the sun comes out shining brighter than ever after...what was she doing here, again? Right, the ring - just in that drawer.
Rona arched into another helpless roll, her face rising defiantly from under the blanket. Merle took in a breath - she saw the whites in her eyes, a blur of movement...but no shouts came, and soon enough Rona was mewling like a kitten, arms smothering her pillow in a death tight hug. The Dust felt her heart humming - it was now or never. Her arm, thin and dark as soot, snaked right past her sleeping Guardian and into the wooden drawer. Fingers faltered, keys jingled, and Rona grunted once more. The dust bit down on one the several scarves obscuring her chin - she had it, right there in her little palm.
Quick as a mouse in a cornfield the dustling padded across the carpeted floor, through the thin crack in the doorway and right around the corner to her own little room. She'd done it - she'd outsmarted Rona. Tricked her right and proper. And it felt good, soooo terribly good to be wrong if it got her something so special. Almost forgetting the treasure wrapped tightly within her sweaty fingers, Merle lifted her palm to view the lovely stone in it's priceless band...
"What do you think I am?" Merle skipped, nearly jumping out of both pairs of socks. Her rainbow eyes searched desperately in the darkness - of course it was Rona, her dark eyes stern and mouth down turned, the personification of disappointment. Merle could only shiver wordlessly, her voice long lost from the anxiety of it all. She held the ring to her chest, grinning like a cat, as if she had no idea what Rona was on about.
"I was really expecting more from you this time, Merle, but I guess you won't stop until you get what you want. The treasure is all yours..." Merle's jaw dropped - she wasn't in trouble? She'd gotten away with wrong? As Rona turned gracefully on her heels and disappeared into the darkness, Merle finally let her eyes fall upon the...rock? In her palm was a plain pebble secured almost perfectly by glue to a plastic bottle ring. Merle had fallen for it...again. She heard her Guardian's voice flow calmly up the hall. "You've earned it!"Halloween Contest, October 30 - 2009 Quote: Describe Your dusts first encounter with their phobia. You should be able to fully imply what the phobia is in your reply by actions and descriptions of what is going on and what is seen alone. No one, including the narrator/narration is allowed to say the name of the phobia or describe it right out.
“Rona!” She called, struggling to shout from behind a festive orange scarf. “Where are they? You said children were coming, and I don’t see anyone!” Elke stretched her weight over the fence, wobbling impatiently on her toes. It was bad enough that hoards of troublesome kids were wandering the streets alone, couldn’t they at least be on time?
“Settle down, kid!” Called Rona, her voice raspy from the cold. A faint clanking of metal wares and wooden spoons echoed from the open window, unusually loud in the early-winter air. “Maybe they’re afraid of your pumpkin – it looks like a fat man with terrible sunburn.” A light chuckle trickled after the comment, painting Elke’s face red. Her feet met the grass with a heavy thump. Rona was a splinter at the base of her foot – an annoying sting that never failed to throw her off balance.
The wind kicked up again, this time with promise. Fits of laughter on rapid feet were quickly closing the gap between the light post on the corner and her pumpkin. There were two, headed by an older boy in a soggy jumper, a wriggling green mass held tight against his stomach. He murmured something in a low voice, but the wind ran off with his words.
Elke stopped her fidgeting and assumed an ill-prepared fighting stance. While most children were after treats, this group was meandering dangerously close to her pumpkin. They had come for tricks, it was heroes intuition! Brandishing a cauldron-shaped candy pail, Elke threw herself before the boys, sending them back a step or two. The older boy fumbled with the slimy green mass, and it let out a tell-tale croak.
“Hey, back off, kid!” Hissed the younger of the two through large, plastic fangs. His mate strolled past, touching a dirty sneaker to Elke’s ruddy pumpkin, and off rolled it’s top.
“What are you doing with that frog?” Elke demanded, more than curious. The Dust stood tall, little fists clenched at her sides, playing dominant. The pumpkin could wait – there was an innocent at stake.
"What's it to you, kid?" That word sounded so insulting when Rona wasn't using it. Elke tensed, swinging her candy pale valiantly.
"That Frog is an innocent bystander, he deserves to be free." She extended a hand toward the garden, full of fireflies and soggy places for the little creature to hide. "So, set him free, and I'll stand down!" She sounded very official, convincing even herself that failure to comply would have drastic consequences.
The boy had no answer, but something clicked in his head, and his face broke into a mischievous smirk. "If you say so..." He lowered the slimy thing over the top of the pumpkin, and in it went, landing atop yellow innards and melting wax with a wet squish. "Be free, ya dirty toad!"
He gave a harsh laugh at the Dust's bewildered expression. Elke raised a shivering finger to shoo them away when the older boy slapped it down lightly, “Hold on, little crime stopper! You hear that?”
At first all she heard was the familiar whistling of the wind, teasing her hair and chilling her nose. Then, faintly, a frantic thump-thump-thumping, threatening to burst out of the faintly glowing gourd. The boys’ hooting and jeering only intensified when the pumpkin’s stomach erupted in a barrage of pops and sizzles. Elke winced, reaching out desperately. They were cooking him alive, and if he had a voice, he’d surely scream ‘help me!’.
"He must be enjoying his new home -" Exclaimed the teen, holding his sides through waves of laughter. "Sounds like a party in there!"
These were dastardly villains indeed. She had to save him - she had to conquer the bad guys and save the innocent! But if the contents of that gutted Jack could make a toad pop, how safe would her hand be? She withdrew, staring at her unprotected hands lamely. There was nothing she could do.
Elke froze, and the boys were swallowed by the growing darkness in the corners of her eyes. There was only the pumpkin, whose glow became increasingly menacing. Cruel laughter became curling black smoke, frothing from the pumpkin’s crooked mouth like smog from a tailpipe. The smoke was reaching for her, threatening to pull her into the flame, eager to punish her. It filled her nose, and the scent alone pulled tears from her eyes. The Dust croaked with a dry throat, ‘I’m sorry! –‘ but the smoke was unrelenting. The fire had come for her, eating away at the crunchy golden leaves beneath her feet, clawing up her legs, and leaving only ashes…
“NO!”
Glass shattered, defeating the laughter and the sobbing, and soon Rona’s voice chased the smoke away. The boys had gone, holding their noses to thwart the vicious smell now lingering in the garden. Elke sniffled, breathing in little yelps as she staggered backward and blind from the Frog’s smoldering tomb, the flame still reaching violently from the Pumpkin’s open head. She seemed unaware of Rona, but called out helplessly all the same.
“I’m sorry! I-I’m sorry!”
Elke wailed desperately, clutching fistfuls of Rona’s apron, spinning ‘round until she fell to the floor in a dizzy, tear-stained pile, and all her Guardian could manage was, “There, there, kid.” Rona had never been so confused by anything in her life…until she found the frog.
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