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 Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 1:30 pm
The journal sits on the table. It is alone but for a silver pen that has been set to the side. Upon closer inspection, the journal is encased in brown leather. Strings of purple and white bind the outside, lacing in and out almost like a corset. Three white feathers dangled from leather and beads from the bottom rim of the journal. Turquoise beads decorate the feather-strands. If lifted, the beads would twinkle - wonder if they are really bells in disguise.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 1:32 pm
6/23/08
Time has passed, and your Herald is becoming fond of you and beginning to show affection. You two have grown closer, but that's not the only aspect of growing.
The Herald is maturing into a young child before your eyes. No longer dying and weak and no longer sexless, it now has beautiful angel white hair and dark blue eyes of unusual depth. You may have noticed that the Herald has been scratching and touching its back for a while, and now it's finally explained. The herald's wings have started to grow in.
How do you deal with the child's discomfort? Do you have any remedies to ease it? How does he/she react? How do the wings reflect the item given?
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 4:03 pm
o1. Cert Post
o2. The Beginning
o3. Directory
o4. Astaroth's Sacrifice
o5. Micah
o6. Astaroth
o7. Memories
o8. Dreamers
o9. Space
1o. Stuff
11. Dreams
12. Reserved
13. Rules
14. Requirements
15. Credits
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:36 am
It was raining. Actually, pouring was a better word. Buckets and buckets of chilly droplets were shooting around him in a tremendous torrent of liquid, soaking him to the bone. The wind would pick up and whip the tiny bead against his face, stinging his face and leaving it red. Astaroth could hardly see, head bent as he trudged down an abandoned sidewalk, blond hair plastered to his face. It was misery. It was like looking inside the young man, a violent, raging tempest pummeling everything in sight. It left him stunned, in awe of the sheer hostility of something supposedly inanimate. It left him numb, battered beyond words. It left him with a sore, empty feeling, like his heart had been ripped out and stuck on a silver plate as a sacrificial offering.
Oh wait.
His heart had been ripped out.
Roth groaned and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as another gale picked up. It would be a miracle if he made it home at this rate. Honestly, death by storm would be a perfect death indeed. It could throw him out in the middle of the road, in front of a bus careening out of control, blinded by the torrential rain and-
What was he thinking?
It wasn’t the end of the world. He’d just made an idiot of himself, that’s all. A stupid mistake. But Ace would forgive him, Ace always forgave him. That in itself was a peculiarity, Ace was a very sharp, jagged person. It was far too easy to slip up; he’d chew you up and spit you out and you’d never be the same again. Somehow, Roth had managed to get on the volatile redhead’s good side. His really, really good side. He was his confidante, his right-hand, his protector and his last-minute savior. Everything and anything Ace wanted, needed him to be. And in return, he got the ruffian’s undying loyalty. He got protection, instruction, a leader and a solid place to land every time he climbed too high. It was a good relationship. Ace was just a little scary sometimes.
Like today.
Because there was one person Ace loved more than Roth, and that was Carrick. And Astaroth had been very foolish indeed to assume their filial love was enough to save him when he crossed the hell-bending force that was Carrick Sinclaire. It surprised Roth to this day that such a kind, gentle person could control someone so violent and headstrong as Ace. It was like taming a horse with a piece of string. Strange and unsound in theory, but worked just fine all the same. Who would have guessed? And who would have thought it would have worked? But it did. And apparently, that was all that mattered. At least Roth only needed the lesson once to learn the moral behind it.
But he digresses.
Roth is trudging home, and it is raining. Actually, pouring is a better word. He has a small package under his arm, a box of things he’s supposed to deliver to Ace’s son, Azrael, for the boy’s birthday. His birthday wasn’t until next week, so Roth didn’t have to go out in the rain again once he got home, but all the same, he should bring it to the boy’s grandparents as soon as possible. He didn’t want to forget. Crossing Ace twice in one week was not something Astaroth cared to attempt. Besides, poor Azrael never got to see his parents. It would be such a shame if the kid didn’t even get his birthday gifts. (Roth supposed his grandparents would try to make up for it, but there was nothing that could soothe the pain of a forgotten birthday. Of course, Roth was three and his parents had arranged a special party so his whole family could be there, but being a toddler, he didn’t quite grasp the concept at the time. It was very traumatic.)
And it was while taking this trip down memory lane that Astaroth spotted the fallen angel. It was hard to notice at first, the driving rain made it appear like a simple shadow or a large rock. Roth was going to walk right on by when he noticed pathetic little feathers littering the ground. What? A gust of wind picked up, nearly knocking the blond off his feet. He shuddered, tried to wipe the rain from his eyes, and strolled closer. What- Roth’s blue eyes widened and he dropped his cargo and scurried over to the fallen figure.
“Hey! Hey, are you okay?” Roth asked, leaning down. The child, he assumed it was a child, anyways, said nothing. It didn’t move. “Are you hurt?” Roth asked, trying to inspect him for any visible wounds. No. No cuts, no scrapes, no bruises, nothing. Astaroth frowned. What was wrong with him? (Or was she a her?) And then the small creature moved suddenly, pointed at a stone nearby. Roth frowned and shielded his eyes as he glanced over. It was…just a rock. Roth stood and walked over, looking around for something the creature might have dropped or could be searching for. He found nothing, except the box of gifts he had dropped. “What do you-” The blond paused as the creature continued to point. “You want to come over here?”
Roth didn’t understand why, but he wasn’t about to argue. He jogged back over to the small being and helped it to its feet. A few strides later, he helped the creature down on to the rock. It pointed to the box. “You need something?” Roth asked, completely forgetting the box was full of gifts for someone else. Oh well. He could just replace whatever it was later. He reached over and grabbed the first thing he could find and handed it to the creature. “Is this okay?”
The small boy (Roth was pretty sure he was, in fact, a he) took the dream catcher. He said nothing, smiled, and in a sudden burst and rush of wind, the dream catcher was gone. How odd.
Roth looked at the young boy, bewildered. “Hey, are you going to be okay now?”
Astaroth Utesaji did not arrive home that day.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:52 am
Name; Micah Utesaji
Nickname; --
Sacrifice; Dreamcatcher
Gender; Male
Stage; Fallen
Age; Unknown
Birthday; --
Star Sign; --
Skin Tone; --
Eye Color; --
Hair Color; --
Markings; --
Favorite Piece of Clothing; --
Never Caught Dead In; --
Never Seen Without; --
Favorite Color; --
Favorite Time of Day; --
Favorite Song; --
Favorite Season; --
Favorite Food; --
Favorite Drink; --
Favorite Dessert; --
Most Often; --
Most Commonly Heard Saying; --
Most Commonly Found; --
Theme Song; --
Personality; --
Post Color; --
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 9:40 am
Name; Astaroth Utesaji
Nickname; Roth
Gender; Male
Age; 20
Birthday; July 15th
Star Sign; Cancer
Skin Tone; Light
Eye Color; Deep blue
Hair Color; Blond
Markings; Scar from upper-right side of his nose to just bellow left eye
Favorite Piece of Clothing; Jacket with fur-line collar
Never Caught Dead In; ...a dress.
Never Seen Without; Dogtags
Favorite Color; Navy blue
Favorite Time of Day; Late afternoon
Favorite Song; --
Favorite Season; Summer
Favorite Food; Anything foreign
Favorite Drink; Any kind of soda
Favorite Dessert; Angel food cake
Most Often; Sparring with Ace
Most Commonly Heard Saying; "...what are you doing?"
Most Commonly Found; Outside, sparring or otherwise enjoying the fresh air
Theme Song; How Far We've Come - Matchbox 20
Personality; Roth is a very fickle character. His parents were killed when he was three; two years later, he and his older sister, Hadraniel, were adopted by a gay couple. There was also an older boy, Raziel, who Roth also considers his brother in every sense. Roth was kidnapped as a young teen, rescued, and all was well and good.
Now his brother his married and his sister in the service and Roth spends his time with ruffian friend, Ace Sinclaire. Ace is someone who might be labeled as 'unsavory', but his crazy antics make Roth feel better. Roth is always the sidekick. He's much happier not having to make decisions himself. He loves the outdoors and enjoys sparring with Ace. He doesn't exactly have a 'real job'. He'd prefer mooching off Ace.
Post Color; --
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 5:08 pm
.[memories].
.[to be filled out once micah makes memories].
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 10:27 am
 .[dreamers]..[to be filled out once Micah meets people].
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 10:30 am
.[space]..[to be filled out once Micah needs space].
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 10:32 am
.[stuff]..[because every child needs stuff. to be filled out once Micah gets 'stuff'].
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 10:44 am
.[dreams]..[as Micah's sacrifice is a dreamcatcher, he will remember his dreams as though he lived through them. here, all the dreams will be organized. to be filled out once he dreams].
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 10:46 am
.[reserved]..[reserved. because i'll think of something more useful to be put here eventually. to be filled in when i get home.].
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 10:49 am
.[rules]..[i'll keep it simple]. o1. Please don't post unless invited/given permission/are shop staff. o2. If posting, please try to stay IC. o3. Please don't be taking what's not yours. .[that's all! thanks!].
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 10:52 am
.[requirements]..[journal prompt]. .[journal prompt[/]
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 10:55 am
.[credits].Heralds belongs to ELF, Eamane, and Subo, I do believe. The art is done by Sora Icefreeze. The banners were done by Chibi Sheepcat. Micah and Astaroth belong to me, soutou.
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