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 Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:32 pm
Table of Contents
o1. Introduction to Dragon's Ember
o2. Dust's description
o3. Guardian Description
o4. RP examples
o5. Reserved
o6. Reserved
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:37 pm
Introduction ♪
While not all dragons have fire breathing abilities, it is their most significant trait known. Often, dragon emit flames as a warning or an attack. The dragon's flames, or embers, are usually known to have destructive qualities. Dragons can mysteriously form flames that are harmful upon contact with the air.
Some also claim this flame has healing properties as well.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:38 pm
Dust Description ♪
✖________________________Basic Information:
_____✖ Name: Ifrit
_____✖ Gender: Female
_____✖ Personality:
She's the girl who walks around with confidence in every single action she takes. It's not because she's skilled at it (she's quite flawed in most categories) but simply because above all, she chose to do it. She's the girl who will never doubt herself or second guess her actions. Her confidence stems from her one belief that you put yourself first before others. (No, she doesn't mean to say that you're the most important person in the world.) But she doesn't allow unnecessary sacrifices on herself or anyone else's part for others.
She's also the type whose temper flows easily from the smallest or most ridiculous of things. Most of this time, this annoyance is usual and is never quite that serious, fleeting like the wind. She's also quite crude in her actions or words, placing no importance on the "appearance" of her actions. She seems to have no fear when it comes to most things in life, traveling recklessly forward.
Underneath this is a fiercely loyal but a particular and captious heart, settling for nothing less than the very best. While she makes the clear distinction as to whether you're "in or out" of her circle of like or dislike, she makes no distinction in her actions concerning you. Friend or foe, you're still subjected to her beliefs, crude words and reckless actions.
✖________________________General Appearance:
→ Eye Color: Golden
→ Skin Tone: Pale
→ Hair Color: Sunset fade - From crimson to light orange to light yellow
→ Hair Length: Long
→ Height: 5' 8
_____♥ Clothes:
✖________________________About Herself
_____♥ Hobbies: Dancing privately; sleeping; hanging out in high places
_____♣ Strengths: Her quick thinking and direct optimism
_____♣ Weaknesses: too hot-headed, rash and sometimes, being completely one-track minded
_____♠ Fears: Large areas of water and too much people;
_____♠ Skills: playing the flute and mixing spicy coffee blends
_____♦ Likes: Everything sweet and spicy; high places; jewels
_____♦ Dislikes: Everything salty; males; the cold; strong smells
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:40 pm
Guardian Information ♪
✖________________________Basic Information:
_____✖ Name:
_____✖ Age:
_____✖ Personality:
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:40 pm
Past Prompt. Sticky Spiderwebs!
Gaia Name: Random Artist
Dust Name: Lilith
Dust's Personality: She doesn’t really care about anyone else other than her Guardian. Not at the moment. This isn’t to say that she is an antisocial emo kid. Gosh no ): She’s just a person who doesn’t care for strangers and things that don’t interests her. She’s a little spoiled but that’s because she has a somewhat sheltered life. She’s a little immature at times, her inner child coming out. Most of the time, she holds a frivolous and flippant front that is accompanied with wit and sarcasm. She seems to be a bit complex, appearing to capable of profound thought but she doesn’t like to take things seriously. The reason she probably doesn’t take things seriously is because of her Guardian and her joking antics.
Guardian's Name: Serah
Guardian Personality: She treasures her dust but she loves to play tricks on her dust, Lilith. This makes Lilith wary and suspicious of her guardian’s actions sometimes. She encourages Lilith to embrace what she likes to label ‘open-mindedness.’ In reality, this is to blame for Lilith’s flippant nature. Who cares if she’s late to an event or walks out in the middle? Certainly not her guardian, Serah. But it’s not as if Serah will let Lilith do something drastic like leaving home for 3 days. She usually leaves Lilith to her own devices, never involving herself until Lilith asks, encouraging independence in this manner.
Prompt Chosen: #1 <3?
Prompt Response:
What a dense guardian. Serah had gone to work, without knowing how sick she was. Ultimately, her guardian had collapsed and had to be taken home in the middle of her her job and had been there ever since yesterday. Serah hadn’t even stirred from sleep, the illness didn’t allow her enough energy to even talk. Lilith put a cold cloth over Serah’s heated forehead, wiping her wet hands against the clothes she was wearing.
The apothecary had called saying they had medicine ready to pick up. Usually, Serah kept a stock but such minor medicines couldn’t cure the heavy fever her guardian was running. There was no other choice but to pick it up.
“It’s okay, Lilith. It’s just a bunch of streets to cross. Open streets. But nothing more.” Lilith tried to calm her nervous state, wrapping herself in a thick jacket. She took a step outside, a mixed feeling of dread and panic as she saw the busy streets. People ran about in costumes and hands full of treats, obvious getting ready for the season of Halloween. In her hand held a paper full of directions the neighbor had written out. While the directions were obviously clear, the directions led to places unknown.
She had walked halfway into the open town square, gripping the directions tightly. She knew this place. She was fine here. Just turn to the right at that flower shop and there was a path down there.. Wait. Flower shop? What? She didn’t know that place. Coming to the unknown shop, facing an unknown street, Lilith felt herself freeze up. Her eyes widened, a sudden pressure on her chest. Panic seized her, her senses turning numb.. She wasn’t even halfway there yet..! Her fingernails dug deep into her palm, a black haze starting to fall over her eyes. No.. no.. she needed that medicine..no---
--“Hey.. Miss?” The sudden low voice caught her by surprise, her shoulders lifted, a scream ready to pop out of her throat. The fall was the one that snapped her out of it, the spook causing her to lean backwards, promptly on her rump. “Ow.. “ She said aloud, patting her elbow. All previous emotions were wiped, like a clean slate.
“You looked a little.. how do I say it.. dumb. Standing there on the sidewalk like that.” The boy mentioned, his face covered, his costume was a masked figure. Stupid Halloween costume. “Sheesh! Thanks!” Lilith huffily replied, her hand swiftly moving to wipe at the dust and dirt all over her clothes. No doubt, she looked as annoyed as she felt, for being scared out of her mind. Her paper full of directions had landed at his feet, the rude male picked it up. He smirked from above, chuckling as he looked over her disheveled state. “You don’t even know your way to the apothecary. Nerd.”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up! What if I don’t know my way there? It’s none of your business anyways!” She stated, snatching the paper from the male’s hand. She walked in the direction behind him, eager to get away.
“The other way.” His short sentence had her stopping midway in foolish embarrassment. “Thanks so much for the information.” She sarcastically stated, “Stupid overbearing ignoramus.” She muttered under her breath, quite riled from the accident.
“Insulting behind one’s back isn’t very nice. Did you know that?” He followed her, down the street as she stopped on a corner to read further directions. She realized.. her panic had disappeared for the moment. She walked forward, past the block and onto an alleyway. “Well, scaring girls isn’t nice either.We’re even. Now, excuse me.” She flicked her hair in dismissal, a hairpin dropping on the ground. Shoot, it must have gotten loose when she fell. As she bent down to pick it up, she was surprised when it was snatched away from her.
“I propose a race.” He said arrogantly, taking the hairpin, tucking the ornament away in his pocket. That was a gift from Serah! She was about to start a furious barrage of words, cut off short from his next line. “Don’t tell me, little-spider girl can’t handle it?” His words stirred more anger although she held it back, her voice clipped.
“What if I can’t? Don’t think you’re gonna provoke me into a race. But I do need that hairpin back..!” Serah would tell her she didn’t need that hairpin, Serah could always buy her a new one. A lost hairpin wasn’t fatal but Lilith would be damned if she lost this hairpin in such a pathetic manner. “Besides---“
“Besides, what?” He asked, dangling the hairpin, as if assessing it’s value. “—I.. don’t do so well with open or crowded spaces, okay? There’s no way I can win a race if it involves running through.. these streets.” She pointed around at the open street at the other end of the alleyway lamely, helplessly. “The best I can do.. is try to get there. My neighbor mapped directions but..” Her wrapped her hands around herself, revealing her nervousness and uncertainty, expression conflicted as she looked at the hairpin.
The masked boy seemed to consider it, for one hopeful moment, Lilith thought he might give it back. But her hopes were dashed with his next sentence. “If you can’t travel the normal way.. travel your own.” The words held some sort of enlightenment for her. “You’re not scared of heights, are you?” The boy asked, the question surprised Lilith. What did heights have to do with it? “N-No.. I suppose not.” She answered, wondering what he had in mind.
“See, these’s a nice little trail of rooftops that lead to the apothecary. Why don’t you go that way and I’ll go this way?” He pointed up, pointing to the low rooftops, a ladder leading to the rooftop of a building. That.. certainly was an option. It was an open place.. but still with a variety of methods for escape and there were no crowds. Although.. When she looked back to refuse, he was already running. DAMNIT. She climbed up hastily, her hair flowing behind her as she ran over rooftops. It was lucky they were placed so close, although she did have a few close falls. She passed over the town’s hall, the church, the marketplace.. it was a straight line to the apothecary, the large sign couldn’t be missed.It was amazing--- Running without the fear of her phobia--! Excitement filled her, the nervousness fading until she could almost laugh over it. Rooftimes were open space, something she still was afraid of. But the mobility of it lessened her fears.. the fact that the roofs wasn’t a confining place. There were exits all over the place, she could escape easily in a given situation. It was a liberal idea, traveling by rooftops, but certainly not a solution she would have thought of.
By the time she reached there, she looked around for the boy. But.. there was no boy there.. She walked into the apothecary, confused, irate, and worried. Was he still holding onto her hairpin? The medicine was handed to her, taking the small bag in her hands. “Oh. Here. A boy said to give this to you.” He dropped the ornament in her hands, her mouth forming a small “o.” --- What, the boy had tricked her? Or.. Had he.. actually helped her? A message was dropped in her hand as well. When asking the apothecary what that was about, he shrugged with ignorance. She opened up the message.
“Why don’t you travel that way back as well? Beats getting your hairpin stolen again!” A smile curved on her lips.. perhaps she could travel back in the same manner. Would he steal it again, if she didn’t? She needed to thank him next time--- Wait. How could she? He had been wearing a mask. As she looked down from a rooftop, she realized that there were many masked figures all over the crowd. How in the world could she thank him now? Damned Halloween. Blast it, would she ever find him again?
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:43 pm
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