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 Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 4:52 pm
 This journal belongs to Painted Moose. Please do not post unless you have expressed permission from the owner of this journal.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:06 pm
Introduction
This journal is to tell of the many adventures of Cameron and her son, Sybil. None may post, but the staffers or I.
Rules
- As usual, please obey Gaian ToS, as well as the rules stated below within the confines of this journal.
- If a character who is in-character doesn't like one of your characters, personally, do not take it personally. Chances are, I generally like you. I do not use my characters to express dislike of their creator / player.
- Do not steal. Anything. Whether it be fanart, writing, formatting, the shop's graphics, concepts, anything.
- If you have questions, etc., about any of the information following, then please pm me or contact me via MSN/Aim.
Aim- ScootersMcGee
MSN - FioresMoose@hotmail.com
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:10 pm
Sybil  Gender: Betzalel
Stage: Child
Height: Average
Weight: Light - Vegan diet.
Date of Birth: March 29th
Personality: Sybil is hard to pin down. He's constantly sticking his nose into everything, but when something doesn't work out, he's the first one to cry and come back to momma. Still yet, he's increidibly sweet and kind, though he can get huffy from time to time.
Likes: Carrots and apples, stuffed toys, crayons, anything animated, lighter fabric, jewelry, looking pretty
Dislikes: Darkness, getting dirty, being scared/scary things, pain, blood (passes out)
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:19 pm
Cameron  Name: Cameron Ann Eaton
Nickname(s): Cammi, Cammi Ann, Coma (Hsin only)
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Height: Average
Occupation: Tattoo artist
Species: Draconic
Weight: Light. She eats enough for a horse, but doesn't seem to keep the weight.
Date of Birth: October 31st
Personality: Cammi would be a sweetheart if not for her damnable stubborn pride and quick temper. If someone says the wrong thing to her, she'll stop at nothing to take them down, kicking and screaming the whole way.
Still, she's a dreamer and often thinks outloud.
Likes: Reading, watching movies, video games, shopping, sewing quilts, getting new piercings & tattoos
Dislikes: Being made fun of, small spaces (claustrophobic), her head being under water (hydrophobic), rude people, and judgemental pricks.
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Close up
(Obviously, these pics were made on a doll maker and once I remember the link for it I'll post it up.)
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:30 pm
Family Name: Jacob Alistor Wincott
Nickname(s): Jake
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Occupation: Baker
Date of Birth: March 3rd
Connection: Cammi's fiance
Species: Painfully human.
Height: Average (6'1")
Weight: Average
Personality: Calm and level headed, with an easy going attitude. Jake is the cool guy of the group who doesn't really get involved except when he has to. He's a good ol' boy that loves his friends to death and tries to do good by the community.
Likes: Cooking, snuggling, shooting pool, 'Boy's night'
Dislikes: Exercise and sports, 'girl' gossip, city livin'
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Siblings in order of age: Caroline Sue Wincott (Human/5), Annabelle Wincott (Human/3), Hsin Eaton (Hybrid/3)
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 8:38 pm
Scrapbook Who knew street venders could have such pretty things? Mommy's little toddler. Isn't he just- DON'T TOUCH THAT.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:01 pm
House
The family lives in a townhouse near downtown Durem.
Jacob and his wife originally purchased the property before their marriage, but after the divorce he kept the house to raise his children in. Only recently has Cammi moved in with him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 9:08 pm
Growth Reqs Child >> Pre-Teen
3 completed playdates
1 journal entry from guardian
1 class
2 month waiting period ( December 28 - February 28 ) Pre-Teen >> Adolescent
4 completed playdates
2 lessons
1 class
1 journal entry from Eilian
3 journal entries from guardian
2 month waiting period
Adolesent >> Adult
7 completed playdates
3 lessons
2 classes
3 journal entries from Eilian*
5 journal entries from guardian
3 month waiting period
Adult >> Elder
10 completed playdates
5 self-taught lessons
2 skills
3 classes
5 journal entries from Eilian
3 journal entries from guardian
5 month waiting period
Elder >> Spectre
10 completed playdates
5 self-taught lessons
5 skills
7 journal entries from Eilian
1 journal entry from guardian [farewell entry / last meeting]
3 taught lessons / skills™
Permanent residence taken up
5 month waiting period
Must die [yes, you heard me right]
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 1:25 pm
Dear Journal,
Jake says I should start keeping track of my life since it’s turned into one helluva story. I guess he’s right. See, last week I answered some kind of crazy summons that was apparently my consent to adopt. Adopt! ME!
My fiancé was through the rough when I brought Hsin home. I mean, I couldn’t just leave without him, right? Jake already has two girls from his first marriage, so I figured he would have been worse off than he was. At least he didn’t freak out in front of the boy.
Now this is where things got weird.
I had this freaky dream where I was in a totally different place, some place nice and bright. This guy, can’t remember a face, gave me a stone and when I woke up, BAM! There it was, all snug on my pillow. We couldn’t figure out where it came from (though I had an idea) so we just set it up on Carrie Sue and Bella’s nightstand.
Yada yada yada, skip a week. By now the family was used to having Hsin around and we were doing pretty good about keeping an eye on him (he’s handicapped) when I heard this God awful screaming. Instincts kicked in and I was taking three stairs at a time to the second floor. I tore the door off the hinges to get to my babies.
And you know what I saw?
A naked toddler, crying and scared in a huddle on top of the night stand with Carrie Sue catterwalling. Hell if Bella wasn’t in on it too.
Hsin looked up at me and stated, “It’s a boy.”
So, ya, I’m a mom of two now, soon to be four. One’s a dragon hybrid, two are human and one’s some kind of unicornish thing.
And I’m proud to call them mine.
Toodles,
Cameron
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 8:50 am
“Chocolate chip.”
“Peanut-ty”
“Chocolate chip.”
“Peanut-ty.”
“Boys.” Cammi growled, setting her mixing bowl onto the counter top. Both boys looked up at her, expecting some kind of reprimand when she held up two packages. “We can make both.”
Sybil bounced excitedly, standing up in the barstool so he could lean over as far as possible to watch his mother work. Hsin was the smarter one. He grasped the grooves in the marble tile and pulled himself up onto the island, sitting with his legs dangling over the side right next to the woman. “How chu make them?”
“Well,” She reached over to sit Sybil on her other side. “There’s directions on the back, see? Here’s the ingredients we need. Three large eggs.” Hsin pointed to the egg basket. “Check. Brown sugar.” Sybil held up the package. “Check. “ Cameron went down the list, alternating between which of the boys would hold up the item they needed for their own specific cookie batch.
She brought out another bowl, gave it to Hsin while she passed the original off on to Sybil. The little Eilian had trouble holding it, so he scotched back, sitting it between his legs. Hsin happily coddled it on his lap, his tail coming up to act as a barrier between the mix and the floor.
Cammi tucked her hair behind her ears before continuing. Normally Jake would be in here doing this while she did yard work, but ever since they’d gotten that new lawn mower she couldn’t seem to get him off the damn thing. Boys and their toys.
She emptied out the peanut butter into Sybil’s bowl, then the chocolate chip into Hsin’s. Then she cracked the eggs, just so there wouldn’t be any shell in the mix. “Okay, now we had the vegetable oil.”
Sybil lifted the measuring glass up and dumped it into the bowl, giggling as it sloshed up on the sides. “Can I eatz it now, momma?”
“No.” She laughed, poking his nose. “You haven’t even stirred it yet.”
“Oh.” The little uni pouted. Looking into the bowl, he promptly stuck his hand in the mix and started stirring it around.
Hsin looked over, openly gaping, much the same as Cammi. But since she wasn’t getting mad at Sybil, Hsin stuck his hand into his bowl and started stirring too.
She wanted to snap at them, tell them that they had a mixer, but the look of concentration on their faces was too priceless to break.
While they were busy little bees, she added in a touch of water. “Make sure you get out all the bumps.” After a little bit, she took Hsin’s bowl for an inspection, then Sybil’s. “Lookin’ good. Clean up and I’ll pop these in the oven.”
Hsin started suckling on his finger’s the moment Cammi turned away to dollop out the dough. It was so goooooddddd~ And the chocolate chips? Amazing! He turned to look at Sybil, quirking up his tasseled ear. “Chu okay?”
Sybil held up his fingers with a frown. “Iz under mai nails. And I’m still hungwy!”
“Dun worry. Coma’s quick, right?”
Cameron turned around and looked at the back of the packages. “Sorry, guys. They won’t be done for another fifteen minutes.”
“How longs that?” Hsin asked.
“Half the time of a t.v. show.”
He tossed his head back in a dramatic groan that had her laughing.
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