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[ S a v i o r ] Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 6:06 pm
The Puppet Master
 Character name: Micajah Ackart Age: 14 Nationality: --- Heritage: --- Interest: Magic Talents: -Sewing
This is Rown's private journal for Micajah Ackart. Please do not post without her permission. Violation of this rule will automatically get you up in the black list.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:21 pm
o1 certificate post o2 table of contests o3 journal rules o4 about rown o5 about micajah o6 micajah's background o7 photo album o8 relationships o9 items/money 1o class schedule 11 advancement requirements 12 rp collective 13 ... 14 contest entry prompt 15 copyright
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:23 pm
o1 do not post without permission o2 obey the gaian TOS o3 obey the daisy code o4 keep things in character o5 all OOC posts should be marked with brackets o6 refrain from being dumb
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:26 pm
 NAME rown NICKNAME(S) rownen, rownie, rownie-brownie, rown-your-boat, roro, iinchou, lawt
AGE two decades. of SADNESS. GENDER up for debate. PM for details on how I won't tell you
STAR SIGN taurus and gemini [cusp] ZODIAC SIGN the rabbit - month: the snake - day: the snake - hour: the rat TREE SIGN hawthorne
SAYINGS 'totally', 'seriously', 'gahahahaha!', '...D<', 'wait, what?' MUSIC classical {ae: chopin}, movie soundtracks, broadway, BOY BANDS, non-english stuffs
FOOD anything that can be eaten raw (meat included) DESSERT mississippi mud (only when my grandma makes it)
COLOR purple SMELL lilacs or lavender
SODA DRINK pepsi FRUIT DRINK white cranberry peach juice (good for your urinary tract!)
ENJOYS giving horrible nicknames, good RP, harassing (my) hunny HOBBIES trying new bath salts, knitting, watching porn playing tennis, reading
JOB overworked-underpaid slave at LOWE'S DREAM JOB ESL teacher
ADORES stuffed animals, small things, things covered in blood, being able to read books i like, medieval weapons PEOPLES EVERYONE IN THE WORLD (except homeless people, they scare me)
CURRENT TREASURE a two-level bento box from 'petit happy' ALL-TIME TREASURE my mom, yay <3
DEEP WISH to be good at SOMETHING SECRET WISH ...is a secret, lawlz
PETS 5 horses, 1 dog, 2 cats (actually, 9 cats) - horses: oreo (TW), chicklet (QH), misty (TW), d's (TW), rocky (TW) - dog: buddy (appl. mountain feist) - cats: formaldehyde, jekyll, nala
UNLUCKIES kanayan, danechan, ers, coropo, zanchan, slua {TBC}
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:27 pm
NAME micajah ackart NICKNAME mica, aja
AGE fourteen BIRTHDAY march 20 [vernal equinox]
STAR SIGN aries & pisces [cusp] ZODIAC SIGN rooster TREE SIGN alder
HAIR dirty blonde, leaning towards brown with natural highlights EYES hazel
FOOD curry and white rice SNACK swedish fish, peach gummi rings JUICE tomatoe juice, orange juice SODA orange and grape fanta
COLOR various shades of purple, also fond of orange/blue combo SEASON fall or early winter
SOUND bells, or bird songs SMELL propane (?!), cooking foods
BOOK fairie tales, english literature, non-fiction MOVIE horror, animated, comedy MUSIC classical, opera, folk, heavy metal, oldies
HOBBY sewing, reading, performing FAULT no sense of direction, slightly absentminded
DEXTERITY ambidexterious OTHER mainly uses his left hand
BASIC PERSONALITY super friendly, but doesn't surrender information about himself that easily
FONT COLOR #FFCC33 FONT SIZE small
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:30 pm
 Born to a father and mother in a town somewhere, Micajah started his early life in a typical fashion - his mother stayed at home and cared for him while his father went to work and brought home money and presents.
At age four, Micajah's mother came down with an unusual disease that landed her in the hospital, and Micajah was left in the care of a nanny that didn't speak very good English and a butler who WAS English. Micajah's father continued to be deep into his work, though he devoted all of his spare time to his son and ailing wife, who eventually passed away a few days after Micajah's fifth birthday.
He has little to no memories of his mother, only recalling that she had 'long hair of spun sunshine' and a tattoo on her shoulder of 'a butterfly at rest'. His father took him out of the care of his nanny and butler, choosing instead to raise the boy while working at the same time.
Micajah has never had a set home to return to, instead spending most of his youth 'traveling around as extra baggage' whenever his father moved, and has never attended a school. He has had dozens of tutors, each one leaving a lasting impression on the boy about the wonders of humanity's differences.
- to be updated as Micajah reveals more about himself via accident or force -
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:31 pm
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Micajah, new student. Aged fourteen.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:34 pm
 The Faculty - --- - --- - --- -
o1 Headmaster Normal Prinwaltz : : The first staff member met by Micajah at his arrival, the headmaster has garnished a great deal of respect from the youth despite the little interaction they have shared
o2 Advisor Dante Araquenosse : : no recorded interactions
o3 Advisor Herei Fang : : no recorded interactions
o4 Administrator Irame Ameandiel : : - undergoing -
o5 Administrator Ardanay Veilwood : : Briefly met during a chance encounter, so Micajah has little opinion on the nature of his likes or dislikes on this individual
o6 Doctor Kenth Larine : : no recorded interactions
o7 Doctor Lorioth Manneth : : - undergoing -
o8 Professor Greg Larine : : no recorded interactions
o9 Professor Javelin Lovinghal : : no recorded interactions
1o Professor Kyuu Shinji : : no recorded interactions
The Classmates - --- - --- - --- -
o1 Scyeth Akazar : : no recorded interaction
o2 Ka'hmesh Amsel : : no recorded interaction
o3 Jaden Dehann : : - undergoing -
o4 Elijah Delaiah : : - undergoing -
o5 Nathaniel Jacobson : : - undergoing -
o6 Farlest Kanataki : : no recorded interaction
o7 Weiyuan Leung : : no recorded interaction
o8 RuiZhi Tai : : - undergoing -
o9 Ethan Zachary Williams : : A student met by Micajah during one of his bouts of complete lack of direction sense. The two seemed to get along quite well due to mutual interests of magic and history, and Micajah hopes to meet him again sometime
The Others - --- - --- - --- -
o1 "Father" : : Micajah's father, only spoken of in passing. Their relationship seems to be quite good, as Micajah gets letters/emails from him on a weekly basis
o2 "Mother" : : Micajah's mother, always referred to in past tense. Apperantly she died when he was five
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:35 pm
 To Possess - --- - --- - --- -
o1 a sewing kit (small, complex) : gift from father for ninth birthday, carries with everywhere; brought from home
o2 a finger puppet (purple butterfly) : first item created at age five, carries with everywhere; brought from home
o3 a stuffed animal (3-foot long skeleton) : last gift from mother at age four, used as a bed companion; brought from home
o4 a medium hand puppet (green dragonfly) : most recently completed project, sits on his desk; brought from home
o5 a hardbound leather book (grimm's complete faerie tales) : bought for self last year, carries with everywhere; brought from home
o6 a violin (and case) : instrument that he plays quite well, gift from grandparents; brought from home
o7 a white iPod (with plastic cover) : holds all his music and sometimes books on CD; brought from home
o8 a lined/unlined sketch book (old) : holds his scribbles for puppet design/music notes, carries with everywhere; brought from home
o9 a tape recorder (and packet of blank tapes) : used to record his daily thoughts on people and events; brought from home
total : : o9 items
To Save - --- - --- - --- -
o8/o6/o7 - $2.10
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:39 pm
- to be completed once micajah has completed all requirements and is given a schedule -
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:39 pm
 Advancing Requirements:
New Student--> Registered Student:
--An intro page in the journal (14 pages after mule’s post). Basic information, such as name, personality, race, age, background, etc. must be added first. The rest can be filled in later.
--Required participation in the Introduction forum to introduce your character/yourself to the teachers/crews and other students/players.
--(NEW) A journal entry that reflects upon your student's first experience in the school, namely the introduction RP. The journal should keep track of your student's opinion on the school, as well as any NPCs/other students he has met in the introduction RPs. NOTE: This journal entry should be written only after your student has exited all the introduction RPs that he was in.
Registered Student-->The choosing of divisions
--At least 3 quest/event journal entries and 2 RP entries from any RP. --Participation in at least 1 interactive RP (student v. teacher or student v. student) and 1 class RP from the Basic Learning Forum, --At least 10 credits from quests. --Completion of a growth quest.
*Due to fears there will be a massive influx of people into the magic division, growth prompts will be issued depending on the student’s performance in RPs and journals as well as development of personality.
Choosing of divisions-->Advanced, Sub-Division Student
--At least 5 quest/event journal entries and 3 RP entries from any RP. --If you are in the school of S&T: Participation in at least 2 interactive RPs (student v. teacher or student v. student) and 2 class RPs from the School of S&T Forum. --If you are in the school of Magic: Participation in at least 4 interactive RPs (student v. teacher or student v. student) and 3 class RPs from the School of Magic Forum. --Participation in the storyline RP. --At least 12 credits from quests. --Completion of a growth quest.
*Students may change sub-divisions once here. Be aware, however, that the task will most likely be very daunting and difficult.
Advanced Student-->Professional Student
--Intensive RP participation and journal postings. Also intensive participation in the Storyline RP. --RARE and DIFFICULT growth quests will be given to those who the teachers deem are ready for such a challenge...
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:44 pm
< TAKEN FROM FLATSALE THREAD >
Name: Rown Student #: #1 Prompt Response:The one and only prompt! Imagine yourself as one of the high government officials or one of the other races. What is your perspective on the future of the earth/mankind? In your response, make sure you include the student's general attitude towards human beings. "Butterfly, butterfly, shall I tell you where the water is?"
He leaned down and looked at the child that stood before him, his eyebrows raised playfully and a warm smile on his lips. Softly and carefully moving one of his hands off his hips he bent down and wiggled his fingers in front of the little boy's face, garnering what little attention the child had at the moment that wasn't occupied by tears. Slowly the small hands parted away from the reddened face to reveal two eyes that were puffy from heavy crying and the constant rubbing that came with fits of hysteria, which was to be expected considering only moments before the child had been screaming its lungs out for a mother that had apparently vanished or been misplaced.
The child blinked a few times, watching the fingers with watery and uncertain eyes. The older boy merely smiled and reached into his pocket, popping something purple and wavy on the tip of his longest finger; it danced a bit as he continued to move his fingers in front of the child's eyes, and slowly it came into focus what the object was - a small felt butterfly puppet. With each pass in front of the child's face with the finger puppet, more and more came into view until the little one's hands were completely away from their face and at their side. It seemed like, for a moment, a frail smile was about to play on the child's lips, but as they gazed to around to place their surroundings they quickly begin to ball back up into tears and let out a little wail. They'd wandered into a cemetery of all places that happened to be a few dozen feet away from the local playground.
"You're a little far from the flower patch, aren't you? Did you follow someone else thinking it was one of your own? Come with me, I'll take you back."
He held his hand out to the child who, in between tears, managed to grab it and squeeze what few fingers their tiny hand could grasp with all its might. The older boy smiled and gently squeezed the fingers back before he started to take a few small steps forward, the child tottering behind with more hesitant than steady steps. Though he didn't really have much to say to keep the child from crying any more than it already was, he resorted to making the butterfly perched on the finger of his other hand wiggle and speak to the child. It was clearly a fruitless idea to be sure but it was better than nothing since he didn't want to be seen pulling a sobbing child through a cemetery when the time of day was nearing dusk. It did surprise him, however, when the little ploy of making the crude finger puppet move and speak to the child seemed to be working better than he thought it would; it damn near shocked him when the child actually did stop crying and asked him a question.
"Why were you in the cemetery, big brother? Did you...get lost too?"
The older boy turned back and looked with a smile on his face and his eyes narrowed to the point where they were almost closed, and for a moment he just stood there before shaking his head no. He turned his gaze towards the setting sun in the distance and finally closed his eyes after releasing a small sigh that echoed about the pair.
"I'm not sure myself, really. I think I might be shirking off from what I'm supposed to be doing in order to get out among the things I like."
The child's jaw opened slightly in a manner than seemed more like it was trying to fathom the answer given to it instead of thinking of a response. "Things you like? ....Dead people?" Another shake of the older boy's head and a few stray wiggles of the butterfly puppet were the answer to the question and the pace of the walking pair slowly picked up as the sun began to sink a little lower.
"To be more honest I prefer living people, thank you. I think living humans are by far the most interesting, the most wonderful things I've ever come across in my life. To be with them, to live with them, I think it's the greatest thing I could have ever hoped for. You see, I love humans and think of them as something worth watching over and interacting with on any basis possible."
He meant every word he said as he led the child through the overgrown maze of grass that lined the more neglected gravestones on the inner skirts of the cemetery. To be more exact he loved the younger humans, the children, as he saw the future of mankind in them more than in anything else.
Sure all humans were once toddlers, which made them all the more interesting, but it was because they had been children that the older boy had a love and faith in them. As toddlers they had to try everything to learn what was right and wrong, they had to make mistakes in order to perfect something they were trying so hard to master...and he felt it was still the same as they got older. The wars they had between one another were little squabbles that resembled a toddler learning to feel out someone else, learning how to interact with someone or something that was so different and foreign from their usual. Their destruction of their planet, their needless ways of doing things that hurt themselves and everyone else were all things that resembled childish behaviour, and he loved them for it.
To the older boy, humans were a race that was just moving from infancy into the toddler years, ready and willing to make mistakes in an effort to better their understanding of everything around them. They would fight, they would die, they would learn and grow stronger with each passing generation. He knew the future for them was more uncertain than it was for his own race, far more uncertain, as humans continued to evolve and change like the drop of a hat - one minute a peaceful race and the next entering a war that dragged all corners of the world into it. But it was because they were evolving, because they were learning from their mistakes and making more to continue to learn, he wasn't afraid for them and afraid for himself. Instead...he was overjoyed and in love.
"We're almost back to the playground. Do you see your mother from here?"
A small tug and squeeze on his hand was the answer as the child let go at the sight of a panic-stricken woman talking to a police officer. It looked as though she'd been crying just as much as the child she'd brought into the world had been, and when she turned and spotted the pair from the cemetery approaching her mouth opened into an 'oh' of surprise that quickly changed into a teary smile. The child started to run forward with uncertain steps before turning back and looking at the older boy with a look of gratefulness and adoration.
"Thank you."
He nodded his head as the child skipped into the arms of its mother, both of them now crying tears of relief instead of ones of sorrow. How quickly people learned from their mistakes, and as the mother bowed her head towards the boy in appreciation, he knew that a mistake had been made and learned from. the mother would watch her child more, the child would not run away from its mother anymore. They were human, they were learning. The future was changing with just that moment, even if it was just so slightly. With a wiggle of the puppet on his finer, the older boy turned and walked back towards the cemetery, smiling to himself.
"...Oh. I think I was supposed to write a report today. Oh well, I'm sure they won't mind if I miss just one report since I was out with people, right butterfly?"
The butterfly just nodded.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 7:45 pm
Micajah Ackart/Information © Rown Banners © Halie <3
Art/Cert © tooaya Color © suki_daiyo4
ShinKami School of Saviors © tooaya
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