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 Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 1:26 pm
Daydream- is a short-term detachment from one's immediate surroundings, during which a person's contact with reality is blurred and partially substituted by a visionary fantasy, especially one of happy, pleasant thoughts, hopes or ambitions, imagined as coming to pass, and experienced while awake.
Melody- also tune, voice, or line, is a linear succession of musical tones that the listener perceives as a single entity. In its most literal sense, a melody is a combination of pitch and rhythm, while more figuratively, the term can include successions of other musical elements such as tonal color. It may be considered the foreground to the background accompaniment. A line or part need not be a foreground melody.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 1:30 pm
Dreamer Info Dreamer Name: Mortimer "Monty" Cavero Age: 13 Appearance: Monty is short, nearly too short as he's only 4'6 currently with ivory peach toned skin. He has wavy dark blue-black hair which he uses to cover up his left eye, his hair reaching his mid-upper arm. His eyes are a beautiful gray-blue normally hidden beneath his glasses and hair. His left eye is blind due to an fall he had when he was little. He isn't muscular or well toned, as he still has baby fat in all the right places making him seem younger than he really is. He usually wears a large pale purple hoodie over dark blue jeans and plain brown sneakers. He always has a messenger bag with him, where he keeps his sketch books and pencils. Personality: Monty is shy, usually hiding behind his sketch book or a book in general to avoid eye contact. He usually never starts talking unless its a topic he adores, then the trick is getting him to shut up. Monty has always felt it easier to picture himself removed from his current situation which usually results in him calming down and being able to handle things better. He's a daydreamer and will find the smallest of things to draw into something more grand. History: Monty was raised in a quiet home, by quiet parents. They were never unloving nor ignorant of their child's needs. Monty rarely had time to be a child however as his parents were also ill-adept at socializing their child with other children. Monty had a terrible fall when he was an infant, the only majorly bad thing that happened to the child, which resulted in him losing his sight over time in his left eye. Monty usually daydreams about a place where he escapes from everything...the silent pressures from his parents and the hassle socializing comes with...
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 6:13 am
The Dream/Nightmare The child head his steps echoing in the ballroom ruins. He wasn't so surprised he was here. He normally ended up here or in the castle ruins. This place was his home...well away from home, here he was the only person who mattered. Heck he was the only person at all. The ballroom floor was still intact, even if the walls were crumbled in some areas while veins threatened to tear down others.
Monty tapped his foot on the stone before starting to dance to his own tune. He didn't hum but did find himself moving with his own tune. The youth spun and twirled nothing mattering to him right now than relaxing his mind. He looked up at the skies as he reflected.
He watched the blue skies and white clouds, smiling as he saw random animals within the fluff. He giggled before stopping, hearing a soft tune. He shrugged before running to climb over the nearest wall to overlook the rest of his terrain. The wide sprawling fields were littered with remains of a long-ago castle. The youth sat on the wall smiling around at his world, he pushed his hair out of his left eye. Here...he could see all things. All colors...all shapes. He sighed before jumping down to trek through the stones and ruble.
The tune playing somewhere in the back of his mind...or was it around him. He decided today to find it...he'd been hearing this tune for a while now. This was his place, so...who the heck was in here with him?
"Hello?" he called out softly. The tune seemed to halt, but kept going as soon as a few heartbeats went past. Monty made a face before climbing over a fallen pillar, "If your there keep playing...I wanna see you."
The tune seemed to be coming from all around him now...Monty looked around before groaning, "Oh come on...that's not fair."
He leaped down before looking around again. Monty could of sworn that the tune was coming from the tower, he rarely went there but now was a good of time as any. He made the trek to the tower base, circling around it to find a old door. Monty grew excited as he reached out to push on the object his excitement grew as the door gave way and he slipped into the cool tower. He shivered at the sudden chill but then got over it as he looked up the spiraling stairs.
Monty started to walk up, the tune getting louder...or so he thought. The youth stopped as a small section of the stairs appeared to be not there. Monty blinked seeing that a small ledge still remained, he smiled at the prospect of something challenging. He hugged the wall as he inched his way across, once fully across the child mentally cheered before climbing higher. He reached the top of the tower walking into a large circular room.
"I feel like Aladdin." Monty muttered, then blinked as he didn't see the musician, "What?!? You've got to be kidding me!"
He looked around, the room was decorated with ratty pillows littering the area underneath a wide open section of the wall. Monty didn't feel safe going near the opening so he opted to walk around the rest of the room. Monty saw crystal orbs littering the stone floor or the nooks in the surrounding walls while crystal mobiles and wind-chimes hanging from the ceiling. There was no other piece of furniture. Monty heard the tune again, only this time it was outside. The youth dashed over to the pillows to look down, "Well how...oh wait...there's a rope ladder here somewhere."
He looked under a few pillows and found what he wanted. Safely latching the rope to a few stones he started to make his way down the side of the tower. He felt as if the tune itself was keeping him safe as he reached the ground, then he looked around...
"Where are you...?" he muttered before running in the direction where the tune seemed to be the loudest. Monty ran until he was worn out, he flopped onto his back and panting looked at the ballroom. He got up and walked inside, "I'm right back where I started."
He looked up when he heard the tune so close and then---Monty jolted as the bus came to a screeching stop. He pushed up his glasses as he rubbed his eyes, the left half was blacked out to signal his lack of vision in that eye. He gathered his bag with no sound and left the suffocating bus to enter into his even more oppressive home. He retreated up to his room in silence.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 6:13 am
The Oneiroi Name: Cairon Gender: Male Race: Fairy Essence: Daydream Melody Item: Flute Personality: Caion is laid-back, usually teasing to his little Dreamer. He likes pushing Monty to do new things and usually compliments the child with his artwork. Cairon acts like Monty's Big Brother and relishes in the moments when a half-awake Monty does utter the title. He adores everything which is cute and inspirational, normally encouraging Monty to draw it with an open mind. He tends to repeat things at least three times in a day if he deems it important enough. He enjoys playing his flute as it normally can only be heard by Monty, it serves to sooth the child should things start getting too much. Physical Appearance
The main focus of your form. Please include the following and feel free to add more as you like. Pallet: Electric Blue, Penny Copper Bronze, Chestnut Brown, Tarnished Gold Body: With peach tone skin and a broad shouldered frame, he seems like a bodyguard. Standing at 6'8 with a healthy slender weight. His Wings are in the shape and coloration of a Black Swallowtail Butterfly, if possible the wings glow a faint black aura. Hair: His hair is long and has long layers to his mid-upper arm. Its a rich dark purple with blue tips to the layers and blue streaks in his bangs. Eyes: His eyes contrast with his other appearance colors as their a bright penny copper bronze. They seem to glow only in the dark. Clothing: Steampunk. Penny Copper Bronze, Tarnished Gold and Chestnut Brown. (I really don't know anything about this style, but I've seen it and it just suits him for some reason) Other: the Flute, I would like for Cairon to either have the Flute in question always in (either) his hand or clearly visible.
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CrispyWonderMint Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2014 11:15 pm
A couple of questions with your physical description requests.
1) You have "penny copper bronze" for a color. There's supposed to be a comma separating copper and bronze as separate colors, right?
2) You have as a body guard, but slender. Did you mean a tall, athletic build?
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 11:46 am
CrispyWonderMint A couple of questions with your physical description requests. 1) You have "penny copper bronze" for a color. There's supposed to be a comma separating copper and bronze as separate colors, right? 2) You have as a body guard, but slender. Did you mean a tall, athletic build? 1- oh crap yes. I forgot about that. 2- >> i need to figure out how to word things better. Yes again.
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CrispyWonderMint Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 12:21 pm
Everything looks to be in order then. We just want to be sure we understand what you want for your pet. smile
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