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 Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 11:03 am
Cert Here
Name: Evander and Ophelia De'Ville || Item: Gothic Butterfly
Date of Arrival: July the 16th, 2010
This Journal is for Evander, Ophelia and The De'Villes (Jayoku/Enoh Love) only! If you wish to post in this thread, please seek their permission first. About Evander
A.K.A: Brother
Gender: Male
Stage: Kid
Guardian: Ambrose and Coroline De'Ville
Features:
+ Poison Endurance
+ 'Black Tie' Fashion
+ Full Butterfly Wings
Powers:
About Ophelia
A.K.A: Sister
Gender: Female
Stage: Kid
Guardian: Ambrose and Coroline De'Ville
Features:
+ Anemia
+ Poison Endurance
+ Netted Butterfly Wings
Powers:
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:28 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:32 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:34 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:34 am
reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeserved
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:41 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:49 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:53 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 7:55 am
YOU HEARD ME, GO TO YOUR ROOM. <3
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 8:03 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 5:05 pm
Solo rp - A game of cards..
The days had been long and uneventful, not that Ophelia minded, she enjoyed the silence the peacefullness of being left alone. Her brother had just gotten her some tea which she sipped on silently as she gazed out the window. For a child she was rather reflective, quiet and mild mannerred. Granted if you annoyed her, her tongue became rather sharp and poisonous.
In her gerneral dark garb the color around her was muted and as gray as her colors for about two feet around her. A ..unique trait of hers to drain the color of the objects around her to match her. Her long dark hair was brushed straight and was silky as ever a brush sat on the windowsill proving she had been doing that just recently.
Pinky out she placed her cup down turning it so the handle was just ninty degrees away from her, she then slowly methodically went to shuffle the cards in her hands. They were tarot cards, and though she was still fairly a novice at reading them she found delight in the ominous news they often predicted as of late.
There was the sound of the cards shuffling against each other, the gentle flap flap of each one hitting against each other as she carefully hand shuffeled and mixed the cards up. She could do this all day just silently methodically mixing up the cards. Though a gentle cough came from the door way, her father Ambrose had caught her again staring off out the window mixing cards.
As if prompted she slowly began to put out the cards, face down in the right pattern needed to fortell the future. She had done herself, and her brother, mother and father as well her Aunt even. But now she was just moving her limbs with no specific person in mind. Could she just generalize her fortune telling? This was just a hobby for her, something she had picked up and rather enjoyed. A lover of the romantic images on each tarot, she cherished the card set with all her heart.
Stoic as ever, her expression remained calm, quiet and a bit on the blank side. She always kept her emoitons rather sealed up inside it was a waste of energy and she had little to spare in her lethergic state. After her fathers presence left the room she found herself tremble slightly betraying her excitment to begin her reading.
Perhaps she was a bit on the perfectionist side, her cards were lined up neatly, perhaps painfully straight before she finally started to turn each card over. It was hard to read her expression as her vivid purple eyes latched onto each image her mind working to interupt the meanings as she flipped them over to form her prediction.
Stopping as the last card flipped over she leaned back and took her cup of tea once again and she took a slow shakey sip. Her eyes never left the death card the wicked image of bones and flames smiling up at her happily.
Something interesting is about to happen.. She thought to herself her wings on her back, trembeled as she put her cup back down. The dark haird girl looked back outside a hand lightly laying on top of the death card pointer finger gently rubbing the image of the smiling skulled figure, almost in a caress.
Something...very interesting..
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 2:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 9:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 9:40 pm
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