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 Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 7:54 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Caleb Rolan Targe
O t h e r N a m e s:: None
A g e:: Twenty-Two
B i r t h d a y:: April 22nd
O r i g i n:: Born and Raised in The City
S p e c i e s:: Human as a Human can be
H a i r C o l o u r:: So-Dark-Of-A-Brown-It-Seems-Black
E y e C o l o u r:: Oak Brown
H e i g h t:: Five Foot Ten Inches
B u i l d:: Lean--small amount of muscles, but can help moving heavy items if need be.
S e x u a l i t y:: Heterosexual
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C o l l a r::
Velvet
C h a r m s::
Music Note
Violin
Crescent Moon
C o l o u r s::
Green
Sky Blue
Light Pink
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L i k e s::
☑ Music - Both Listening and Playing
☑ The Music shop in the Marketplace
☑ Tea - Mint to be precise
☑ Oranges - He likes preventing scurvy
☑ Melody of any sort
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Peer Pressure
☒ Disappointing anyone
☒ Carrots
☒ Cocky Jerks--He does hate himself sometimes
☒ Excessive Cold
T a l e n t s:: If his hand is doing well, hand him a violin and he may be the classical version of the man whom the Devil visited in Georgia.
Q u i r k s:: Watch his right hand every now and again--he may flex it more often than one should.
S k i l l s:: Although rarely performs, his violin talents are phenomenal. Caleb does well enough on the piano as well--but it is his right hand that acts up every now and that prevents him from doing so.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: He is not one to disappoint anyone and yet has a feeling that he does. Mutually, though, he does not like when someone disappoints him. A bit stone-wall and stern at first, but just like music, one would have to wait for the bridge of the song to understand him..
H i s t o r y:: Caleb was born a human in the midst of a world full of other races. He immediately felt inferior, but realized quickly that the human race had many wonderful characteristics of their own. He knew his life span was short, so he aimed to enjoy the finest things in life he could.
His parents were both professional musicians in an orchestra and taught him to play the Viola from the time he was 3. Caleb had played in many orchestras as he grew up and became proficient really quickly. Music was his life. It meant everything to him. Unfortunately, that joy wasn't to last forever. Caleb was diagnosed at the age of 20 with a rare condition that caused his right hand to be unable to grip. He couldn't predict when the condition would strike, but he tried to perform anyway. In the middle of a solo performance of "Viola Sonata Op120 No. 2" by Johannes Brahms, his right hand refused to curl. He quickly took a bow on stage and left the performance to never return again as a performer.
His parents were crestfallen. Their son had showed great promise. They didn't know how to help him until an idea crossed their mind one day. After all, music was everything to Caleb. Now, he owns a music instrument shop within the marketplace and does lessons by appointment.
CaptainTapole
Dark BluexxGreen Version 4xxRoyal Blue Currently in Storyline with Aveline Black
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 9:24 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Aveline Black
O t h e r N a m e s:: Ava
A g e:: Twenty-one
B i r t h d a y:: April 17th, 1992
O r i g i n:: A forest just outside the City limits.
S p e c i e s:: Cursed Nightingale
H a i r C o l o u r:: As black as the night sky
E y e C o l o u r:: Silver like the moon
H e i g h t:: 5' 1"
B u i l d:: Athletic; stronger than she looks, with a small amount of toned muscle.
S e x u a l i t y:: Heterosexual
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C o l l a r:: Velvet
C h a r m s:: Tree, Violin, Music Note, Hourglass, Pearl, Small Bell
C o l o u r s:: Yellow, Sky Blue, Green, Orchid
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L i k e s::
☑ Being outside
☑ Night time (it's when she can change forms)
☑ Warm weather
☑ Pancakes
☑ Classical Music
☑ Singing
☑ Whistling
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Cold weather
☒ Her slave collar
☒ Lightning/thunderstorms
☒ Being Cornered
☒ Cages
☒ Poultry dishes
T a l e n t s:: Since I'm a songbird, I can sing beautifully. I can also play the piano, but I prefer to sing mostly, and only when I'm in a good mood. I can whistle exactly like a nightingale too, since I am one after all.
Q u i r k s:: I cant my head to the side when curious about something, I also tend to use my arms and hands a lot when talking excitedly. I also ask a lot of questions.
S k i l l s:: I can change into a bird, but only at night. I'm also incredibly good at sensing vibrations in the air around me.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Although I'm kind, I can often be blunt. I'm a nervous person at heart, and I'm very jumpy, but I am a loyal person too. I become sad very easily, thanks to past instances in my life. Given the fact that I'm truly a bird, I'm pretty curious at times, and I like to be around people I feel protected. I tend to soften up more when music is played, but if I'm backed into a corner I will fight my way out no matter what.
I'm not as withdrawn as people think I would be. I like to talk, and I tend to be quite vocal. If I don't like something, I'll most likely voice it. It takes me a while to get comfortable in a new place, but once I see the place as safe, I generally calm down. I enjoy listening to music greatly, and this is usually the easiest way to get me to calm down and relax.
H i s t o r y:: My life is pretty boring. For the first few years of my life I was nothing more than a simple nightingale. I was free, happy and could fly wherever I wanted to. My fellow flock and other feathered brethren lived in a forest near a lone warlock, and he fed us every day. I guess I sang my song one too many times for him and he captured me. Although the cage I was placed in gave me room to fly around in, I didn't feel like singing anymore. Upset with himself that I refused to sing, instead of letting me out, he had another idea. He disappeared for a week, leaving me with just enough food and water, before he returned with some odd ingredients. Rare ingredients that I soon found out were to craft a special potion. Forcing me to drink the potion, even with my constant pecking of his hands, I ended up swallowing the lot. That night was the first night he let me out my cage, and I flew away. But, I didn't get far before I felt my birdy body grow heavy. I dropped to the ground and cried out in pain. Within seconds it was over and I was no longer a bird, but a human. The potion he had given me would forever change my life; I permanently became humanoid.
As much as I hated this new change, life with the warlock wasn't bad. He taught me to speak, and how to translate my birdsongs into human vocals. He taught me to write and walk, and everything else humans do. I was only three years old in bird years when I changed, but I haven't aged a day over twenty-one. You see, the potion was designed with an anti-aging serum; I can still be killed like any mortal, but I will never age. I will one day eventually die, but not for a long time. I lived with the warlock for ten years before he became ill. Passing me onto an apprentice he had trained many a year ago, I said my good byes and went to live with this new man.
From there on out my life just spiralled down. I was only able to change into a nightingale upon nightfall, and even then it was by choice. The first time I ever changed though, my new keeper clipped my wings with his magic. I never properly flew again. I can still fly, enough to keep me happy, but never too far from the one who I call Master. The moment my wings were clipped, my life was turned upside down. I became what's called a Slave, and was forced to sing for this new man. He tired of me pretty quickly, since I refused to be intimate with him, and I got passed around quickly, soon winding up in the Slave shops. A collar was placed upon my neck and charms were added to tell people what I was like. You can see that I'm a very nice bird, but I am troubled. I just want to belong to someone that will let me just... Live.
N o i r Wafflesaurus
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