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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 6:54 pm
Please notice This is zigeunerweisen` 's & Alexis's journal. You may just post with permission of the owners. You'll be able to read the records of the children's development. The cert can be found here
Name: Alexis
Guardian: Rowan Abidon (zigeunerweisen` )
DOB: 5th October, 2007
Stage: Child
Soul: Six-Petaled White Funeral Lily
Likes: ???
Dislikes: ???
Personality: ???
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:06 pm
When - my - dolly - died, - when - my dolly - died,
I - sat - on - the - step - and - I - cried - and - cried;
And I couldn’t eat any jam and bread,
‘Cause it didn’t seem right when my doll was dead.
And Bridget was sorry as she could be,
For she patted my head, and “O,” said she,
“To think that the pretty has gone and died!”
Then I broke out afresh and I cried and cried.
And all the dollies from all around
Came to see my dolly put under the ground;
There was Luly Lee and Mary Clack
Brought their dolls over, all dressed in black;
And Emiline Hope and Sara Lou
Came over and brought their dollies, too,
And all the time I cried and cried,
‘Cause it hurt me so when my dolly died.
We dressed him up in a new white gown,
With ribbons and laces all around;
And made him a coffin in a box
Where my brother keeps his spelling blocks;
And we had some prayers, and a funeral, too;
And our hymn was “The Two Little Girls in Blue.”
But for me, I only cried and cried,
‘Cause it truly hurt when my dolly died.
We dug him a grave in the violet bed,
And planted violets at his head;
And we raised a stone and wrote quite plain,
“Here lies a dear doll who died of pain.”
And then my brother, said he, “Amen,”
And we all went back to the house again,
But all the same I cried and cried,
Because I’d a right when my doll had died.
And then we had more jam and bread,
But I didn’t eat, ’cause my doll was dead.
But I tied some crape on my doll house door,
And then I stood and cried some more.
I couldn’t be happy, don’t you see!
Because the funeral belonged to me.
And then the others went home, and then
I went out and dug up my doll again.
-A descriptive reading for a little girl by Will Allen Dromgorle, from “The Twentieth Century Speaker,” 1899.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:10 pm
//index
one........project eden post
two........introduction
three......table of contents
four.......alexis
five........rowan and charity
six.........photo album
seven.....the white lily
eight......possessions
nine.......friends and enemies
ten.........home
eleven....codex
twelve....reserve
thirteen..reserve
fourteen.reserve
fifteen....disclaimer
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:17 pm
 name // Alexis Cassian Abidon
age // toddler (~2-4yrs)
sex // male
soul // white funeral lily (six-petaled)
personality // At first glance, Alexis is a bit of a dreamer. He doesn't appear particularly interested in television or video games, or even sports. But you can tell when something fascinates him, because he'll stare at it and try to imitate it, if possible.
Because he spends a lot of time with Charity, he isn't able to talk very well, even for his age. The two of them seem to have a general code of language, though, so they communicate very well.
He seems to be highly empathic. Whether this is just skill at reading someone's face, or actual empathy in the magical sense, he tends to cry when others are sad and laugh when they're happy. Despite this, he's a little bit prideful and might find it difficult to make friends because of this trait.
image songs // lost butterfly (rurutia) / The Lament (Mediaeval Baebes)
basically // sensitive
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:18 pm
// Rowan Abidon
age // 27
sex // male
appearance // Rowan looks the well-dressed businessman, as befits his job. His hair is cropped to mid-ear and slightly unruly; in the right light, it looks red, but mostly it appears to be black. He has almond-shaped, unremarkable green eyes that are often hidden behind a pair of black-framed glasses that he uses for reading. The angles of his face look sharp enough to cut diamond (and Chyaku Norisu), which gives his eyes their asiatic look. His skin is a fine copper tone, reminiscent of a native Amerian Indian. Though not unreasonably tall, he stands at six feet even, nearly towering over Charity.
He is usually found in white button-down shirts, black slacks, and a black jacket. He carries about a black patent-leather briefcase to keep his music notes in, and keeps his wallet in his left-side pocket to ease reaching for it, because he's left handed. He also keeps a fairly expensive mp3 player with the radio station's current library on it so he can come up with combinations that are pleasing to the average ear.
personality // ...
image song // the boy who blocked his own shot (brand new)
basically // fun and interesting?
// Charity Abidon
age // good question
sex // female
appearance // Charity has the appearance of an innocent young girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen. Her hair is long, curly, and black as pitch, with a few short strands that frame a thin face and expressive gray eyes with thick lashes. Her nose is pointed; her lips are a little on the thin side, and are pale enough as to give her a little of the look of a corpse. She barely tops five feet in height in two-inch lolita platforms.
Her manner of dress is patently Victorian, just like her name and her appearance. She favors black, white, pale blue and wine; her sleeves are tailored to cling to her thin dancer's arms, with white lace or thin gauze emerging around her wrists and giving her hands (small and feminine, usually with nails painted green or blue) an appearance of two flesh-colored butterflies.
personality // ...
image song // the frozen world (emilie simon)
basically // a pretty doll
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:24 pm
//lily lore
Traditionally, lilies are wedding flowers. In the Victorian era, they symbolized feminine sexuality.
But they also are traditionally laid on graves, especially of young maidens. White lilies are called the "funeral" lilies and "truth" lilies because it is said that lilies spontaneously appeared on the graves of people executed for crimes they did not commit. Dreaming of lilies in spring signifies marriage, happiness and prosperity. Dreaming of lilies in winter signifies frustration of hopes and the premature death of a loved one.
Giving someone an orange lily is the equivalent of wishing for their death.
A white lily specifically means purity, modesty, virginity, majesty, it's heavenly to be with you. But it also means false, lies, death, cruelty, grief and sadness.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:27 pm
//possessions
 When Rowan brought in the leaf, Charity figured it would want to be near a source of humidity- since it'd trailed her master all the way home. So she put him next to her majiturtle.  Charity had two- black tears, and blue tears. So she strung up the black tears onto a silvery chain and gave it to Lexi as a necklace.  Acting on the assumption that Lexi likes to sleep during the day just as she does, she shares her Jar of Dark Night with him, so they can take naps together. 
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:29 pm
//friends and enemies
None yet
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:32 pm
//the apartment
Rowan, Charity and Alexis live in a small studio in the heart of Durem. Their apartment is about 1000 feet squared. The entrance is in the left-side corner of the living-room and kitchen; to your immediate right would be a television, a black leather couch, a coffee table and an armchair arranged before a oval mahogany table with three chairs. Books line the wall that makes up the left wall of the bathroom.
All the way on the right room of the main room are two doors. The left one leads to Rowan's room. The right room is Charity's.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:36 pm
//codex: the roleplay log
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:38 pm
//reserve
Sometimes I do despatch my heart
Among the graves to dwell apart:
On some the tablets are erased,
Some earthquake-tumbled, some defaced,
And some that have forgotten lain
A fall of tears makes green again.
-Among the Tombs, by Michael Field in Littell’s Living Age, 1887
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:40 pm
//reserve
Hast thou, my child, forgot, ere this,
A mother’s face, a mother’s tongue?
She’ll ne’er forget your parting kiss,
Nor round her neck how fast you clung;
Nor how with her you sued to stay;
Nor how that suit your sire forbade;
Nor how—I’ll drive such thoughts away!
They’ll make me mad, they’ll make me mad!
His rosy lips, how sweet they smiled!
His mild blue eyes, how bright they shone!
None ever bore a lovelier child,
And art thou now forever gone?
And must I never see thee more,
My pretty, pretty, pretty lad?
I will be free! unbar the door!
I am not mad! I am not mad!
—The Maniac Matthew Gregory Lewis, author of The Monk, a classic of Gothic literature.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:42 pm
//reserve
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe,
Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling,
With all the dark solemnities that show
That Death is in the dwelling!
—The Haunted House by Thomas Hood
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:43 pm
//disclaimer
Eden Project is the intellectual property of Lenachan, Silverah, and ladyumbra.
Rowan and Charity are kind enough to lend their personalities to M Hermey.
Alexis's character is the intellectual property of M Hermey. Steal at your own risk.
Alexis's official art is made by the excellent Kittygriffin.
All other art is copyright their respective creators.
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