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 Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 7:46 pm
The Puppet Master
 Character name: Micajah Ackart
Age: 14
Nationality: ---
Heritage: ---
Interest: Magic
Talents: - Sewing
AW: 21 [updated 09/19/08]
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 Apr 21, 2008 3:53 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 Apr 21, 2008 3:57 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 Apr 21, 2008 3:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:08 pm
varient of 'micaiah' and means 'who is like Yaweh?'
last name is of saxon origin NICKNAME "mica" (scyeth) ; "butterfly" (cane) ; "micafly" (weiyuan)
AGE sixteen
born march 20th; the vernal equinox ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS
star sign : aries and pisces [cusp]
chinese zodiac : the rooster
tree sign : alder
HAIR COLOR dirty blond
leaning towards brown with natural highlights EYE COLOR hazel
leaning towards green hazel
FAVORITE FOOD anything spicy or sour
is very partial to thai food FAVORITE SNACK junk food
likes swedish fish or peach gumi rings
FAVORITE DRINK soda
likes fanta and pepsi the most FAVORITE JUICE orange or tomoato
does not like apple or cranberry juice
GUILTY PLEASURE telling bad puns
SECOND GUILTY PLEASURE reading harlequin romance novels
also likes 'project runway' and 'next top model'
HOBBY reading, sewing, picking locks, playing the violin
prefers to keep things diverse for good measure TALENT sewing
can sew almost anything, regardless of what it is
STRONG FOR leadership
WEAK AGAINST anything supernatural
hates ghost stories and scary movies
FONT COLOR #336633
FONT SIZE eleven [11]
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:13 pm
 STAFF
- --- - --- - --- -
o1 Norman Prinwaltz (Headmaster)
respects
the first staff member met at his arrival, the headmaster has garnished a great deal of respect from the youth despite the little interaction they have shared o2 Herei Fang (Adviser)
respects
thinks he is quite fun to be around, looks up to as a fellow tailor
o3 Ardanay Veilwood (Head Science Division)
unknown
briefly met during a chance encounter; little opinion on the nature of this individual o4 Greg Larine (Offense Secretary)
o5 Doctor Siona Hale (Defensive Secretary)
dislikes
rubs him entirely the wrong way with her prideful, holier-than-thou attitude
o6 Quentin Frumious Bandersnatch (Head Magic Division)
unknown
hardly remembers their encounter thanks to injuries o7 Kyuu Shinji (Magic Training Master)
o8 Gideon Matthias Burdock (Head Research Professor)
slight trust/pity
has an interesting relationship of give and take; slightly trusts because of history together
o9 Kenth Larine (School Doctor)
1o Alexis Falcone (S&T Assistant)
11 More Krovaski (Special)
x Doctor Lorioth Manneth
unknown
sad to see him leave x Professor Javelin Lovinghal
x Administrator Irame Ameandiel
unknown
sad to see her leave
STUDENTS
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o1 Scyeth Akazar
good friends
seems like it took an explosion to make them understand one another; can't explain why he likes to be around someone so violent o2 Nathaniel Jacobson
slight irritated by
thinks he needs to lighten up for someone his age o3 Weiyuan Leung
friendly-ish
met briefly at the fire; came to like more as a mallfriend o4 RuiZhi Tai
friendly
respects him as a fellow student who believes in the union of magic and science; fears him because he's scyeth's boyfriend
o5 Brontë Corentin
o6 Jaden Dehann
o7 Elijah Delaiah
entertained by
this of as an adorable child with boundless possibility o8 Alexander Ivanova
unknown
meet briefly during the fire; no thoughts on this youth o9 Farlest Kanataki
1o Ethan Zachary Williams
friendly
met while being lost and found they shared mutual interests; would like to speak with again
11 Ka'hmesh Amsel
12 Wynn Darbinian
adores
finds him to be so cute and childish in all he does 13 Darren Jepson
14 Seibehn L. J. Nash
teacher/student
first met at the fire; micajah is teaching him spanish and likes his eager attitude towards learning 15 Alexander Wainwright
o!! Canaan Tate Kreery
love interest
is the source of micajah's chest pain, which turned out to be a crush
are currently dating
x Tycho John Doe
expelled before had a chance to meet x Nikolai Ivanova
expelled before had a chance to meet x Rylenn Joseph MeGreggors
expelled before had a chance to meet
OTHERS
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o1 "Father" ( Judah Ackart )
parent
seems to be on good terms with; sends and receives letters on a weekly basis o2 "Mother" ( Lily Ackart )
parent
always referred to in the past tense; apparently died when he was five o3 "Grandmother" ( Miriam Fulke )
grandparent
maternal grandmother; knows nothing about her
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:16 pm
o1 a finger puppet (purple butterfly) : first item created at age five, carries with everywhere; brought from home [survived the explosion, as it was in his pocket]
o2 a violin (and case) : instrument that he plays quite well, gift from Father; brought from home [survived the explosion; salvaged by professor gideon]
o3 cast shards : remnant of the explosion to remind him about the dangers of magic; seems to have something written on it . . .
o4 a dreamcatcher : christmas present from cane; he secretly treasures it
o5 hair chopsticks (and butterfly pin) : a gift from weiyuan; kept in a nice box on his nightstand
x a sewing kit (small, complex) : gift from father for ninth birthday, carries with everywhere; brought from home
x a stuffed animal (3-foot long skeleton) : last gift from mother at age four, used as a bed companion; brought from home
x a medium hand puppet (green dragonfly) : most recently completed project, sits on his desk; brought from home
x a hardbound leather book (grimm's complete faerie tales) : bought for self last year, carries with everywhere; brought from home
x a white iPod (with plastic cover) : holds all his music and sometimes books on CD; brought from home
x a lined/unlined sketch book (old) : holds his scribbles for puppet design/music notes, carries with everywhere; brought from home
x a tape recorder (and packet of blank tapes) : used to record his daily thoughts on people and events; brought from home
x a letter (marked as confidential) : sent from the supreme government
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:18 pm
BASIC LEARNING
- --- - --- - --- - Language Studies Rather than learning the languages themselves, students will learn about the different languages and how they influenced one another. It is believed doing so will lead to quicker comprehension of foreign speech and, perhaps, a rudimentary method of communication. History of the Planet Earth Students take a look at the geological development of the earth and how certain conditions influenced flows of mana or human ingenuity. Particularly studied is the Middle Ages, when all races but the humans fell into darkness. It is necessary to understand as much about the potential allies as possible. Study of the Human Body An anatomy course that features comprehensive guides to the human organs, systems, and body structure for the students. In addition, more abstract, ethereal elements of anatomy, such as chi, the flow of mana, and acupuncture, will also be discussed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:19 pm
Advancing Requirements:
New Student--> Registered Student:
14 journal post reservation in student journal (info can be filled in later)
A PRP with one of the NPCs, depending on the student's initial interest and assigned by staff. PRP must exceed 16 posts.
A journal entry of initial reactions/feelings as the student first arrives in school.
Registered Student-->Science/Magic Student
3 completed CRPs + journal entries ( o3 / o3 )
2 PRPs + journal entries ( o2 / o2 )
5 misc quest credits ( o5 / o5 )
Completion of a Growth quest
Science/Magic Student-->Advanced Student
2 completed, major specific classes --- ( 0 / 2 )
9 QRP credits --- ( 2 / 9 )
2 event credits --- complete
5 PRPs --- complete
2 self-relection entries --- ( 0 / 2 )
4 months IRL time passage --- complete
1 growth prompt --- ( o / 1 )
Advanced Student-->Professional Student
10 completed CRPs from corresponding school
10 PRPs + journal entries
18 misc quest credits
Active Participation in at least one metaplot
5 self-reflection entries
Completion of a Growth quest
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 12:55 pm
IN PROGRESS
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COMPLETED
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events/meta
crp
qrp
prp/orp
dropped/inactive
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 12:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 12:58 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.
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: Fri Apr 25, 2008 12:59 pm
 Micajah Ackart/Information © Rown
Banners © Halie <3
Art/Cert © tooaya
Color © suki_daiyo4
ShinKami School of Saviors © tooaya
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