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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 3:45 am
http://davidclare.me.uk/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/bodhran.jpg http://www.vanedwards.co.uk/pictures.htm/med67f.jpg ________________( ✔ ) Third Class __( ⇒ ) Jonathan Jeremy Clarkson __( ⇒ ) Male__( ⇒ ) 23__( ⇒ ) Wolf__( ⇒ ) Dalan?__( ⇒ ) CuddlyDeathPrincessModel http://www.modelmayhem.com/portfolio/724063/viewall
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:39 am
• Jonathan • Jeremy • Clarkson •
• Wolf • 
███████ ██ ██ тhis ɨs ωho ɨ αm...
→ αs ɣou ¢an ѕee, Jonathan Jeremy Clarkson ɨs мy ηame.
→ вut ʀather тhan Jonathan, ¢all мe Jeremy .
→ ʝust ɨn ¢ase ɣou ¢an't тell, ɨ'm α Guy
→ ωho ɨs 23 ɣears σld.
→ мy ρack ɨs Dalan, I suppose not really nailed down to it right now.. ѕo ɢet σver ɨt.
→ ℓast вut ηot ℓeast, ɨ'm тhe Third Class.
███████ ██ ██ тhese αre мy ɨnterests...
→ ɨf ɨ ¢an't нave мore σf тhese...
___► Roaming from one place to the next
___► Playing for Pleasure
___► Twilight when the moon just starting to rise
тhen ɨ ωill нurt ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou ɢive мe мore σf тhese...
___► Working too hard
___► Hecklers
___► Being in one place for too long
тhen ɨ ωill ¢ut ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou вring мe ηear αny σf тhese...
___► Commitment
___► Being solely depended on to do something
___► Singing off key
тhen ɨ ωill кill ɣou.
███████ ██ ██ αnd тhis ɨs мy ѕtory...
→ α ℓittle вackground ηoise...
There isn’t much to tell about my life. I was born to a good standing miller and his pretty little wife. Well, that was what Da always called Ma. He was pretty doting on her. She was a slender thing and his pretty little nightingale. It was a surprised to most that she managed to have me and my two brother and sister. May haps that was the reason for all his love and presents to her when she was pregnant. At least her desires weren’t too expensive. No, Ma just loved music. The instruments she adored were rather cheaper than if she wanted jewels or clothes. So Da was always bringing her something. With all the instruments around, of course I got curious, so did my brothers and sister. At night, Ma would spend some time to teach us to play, sing, and dance. It was fun and I took to it more than my brothers or even my little sister. Though, she did have better voice than I ever did. Anyways, Ma would spend nights with me just playing and teaching me. I dreamed about playing in font of people. Singing for those of higher class than my own. But being the first born my Da had other plans for me.
At age eight I started to work in mills next to my Da. IT was boring work and I always found ways to sneak out of doing it. Usually I would take Ma’s lute and head into the forest to play to the animals that were around. Or just to myself. It didn’t matter. I just loved to play and relax. It was easy not to go back for food. Being a shifter I learned how hunt for myself something Da never was really into. Don’t know why. It was fun. Wasn’t very good at it at first but got better through the years. Lord, Da catching me in shifted form in the woods with out permission for the first time was a day I will never forget. Nearly beat me to death. Ma calmed him though. Not like being beat was something new to me. It happened a lot since I slacked on my work a lot. I did try though. Showing up and working for a while. But it was just too boring and tedious. I was prone to day dreaming and thinking up new songs in my head. Which lead to the accident.
It wasn’t really my fault. Well, if I would have been paying attention perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad. But a piece of wood shattered into the grain rendering the batch useless. It was a good deal of money and Da was none to pleased. He rant and raved saying he would destroy Ma’s instruments and me for such a mistake. Well, being afraid I pushed him in the river before he could get a hit in and ran home. One of Da’s workers came with me. He backed up my story. Told her that there was murder in Da’s eyes and that some others were going to hold him back. Quick as a flash Ma told me it was time to leave. She worked up a good bag for me as I gathered the few things I wanted to keep and some money I had made at playing in the markets around our village. When I was packing, bless Ma’s heart, she gave me a couple of instruments. Some I was to keep forever as a memory of her. The others I could sell to get a good nights sleep every once in a while.
I was fourteen and have been roving ever since. Haven’t been home, but I find way to send word every once in a while. Even fewer are the times that I can get word back. Oh well, life is pretty good for me. Nothing very exciting to tell about the nine years that have passed since then. Just been playing and living life the way I choose. Though with winter coming on, I needed to find a place to stay. Strangely enough, found a place were shifters are governing the town. Nice place. Perhaps I’ll set up camp for a bit.
→ αnd ωhatever єlse...
___ Usually seen strumming his lute, beating out a little beat of sorts on his bodhran, or evening tooting away on his flute.
███████ ██ ██ α ℓittle єxtra...
→ мy тheme ѕong ɨs The Beggerman Gaelic Storm ωhether ɣou ℓike ɨt σr ηot.
→ мy мaster ɨs CuddlyDeathPrincess
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