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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 7:22 pm
 This diary is meant to be private; please contact the owner before posting. This Illusionary is NOT FOR SALE, so don't ask. Name: Ciaran Gender: Female Illusionist: w.a.s.t.e.d e.n.t.i.t.y D.O.B: 31 March 08 Likes: unknown Dislikes: unknown Partial to: unknown
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:15 pm
Love songs, they kill me.
Table of contents
1. Title post
2. You are here
3. Rules
4. Updates/News
5. Story of the Illusions
6. Ciarán
7. Shira
8. Family/Friends
9. Fellow Illusions
10. Photo album
11. Possessions
12. Requirements
13. Reserved
14. Reserved
15. Credits
They kill me, now.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:18 pm
The curtain's closed, no way home.
1. Please, no posting here unless you have my permission.
2. If your interested in a playdate, pm me. I don't bite. x3
3. If I ever do get any gifts- though probably not- please post in RP format.
razz ermissable:
. zigeunerweisen . Evermore_crystal . Lia-w .
The nectar of life run dry.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:19 pm
These tainted words, made to hurt.
Updates
o4.?.o8 - Won Ciaran in a contest!
o4.15.o8 - Starting the official set up of journal.
Cut in me with its knife.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:21 pm
Eating my mind. And with each bite,
Story of the Illusionary
At the beginning of time, the thing that was called Infinity contained nothing that can define Reality. There was only Chaos and forces still new to the meaning of Existance. There was no life, for there was no world stable enough to support such a Real concept. A few gods existed, perhaps; gods who might have triggered the creation of this shapeless universe. Neither time nor space held any value. Everything that was anything at that point was mashed together in a tangle of dimensions. It is from this jumble of mangled meanings within values that our story began.
For the Gods soon grew tired of this state of constant change of balance and imbalance, and used what forces they had control over to create worlds bound to Reality and Logic, bringing sense into Infinity. Those worlds were capable of supporting Life, and with Life, many more things arose. Many, many more than the gods have originally expected. Things like Law, Dream, Hope, and Desires appeared. Those are merely ways for Life to best maintain itself, but not every aspect of it pleased the gods. The biggest problems of all were caused by the creations formed from the clash between Infinity, Reality, Void, and Chaos. Beings of Magic were born, bringing even greater restlessnesses of Imbalance in their wake.
New gods were created, their powers fueled by the belief of those newly-born mortals. The first gods who created it all, their powers now being challenged, decided to do something. Something drastic.
In a fury of darkness, light, and everything in between, entire worlds vanished. Numerous races disappeared from the worlds that were spared, never to be seen again. Many new gods and powers went along with those dimensions. Most of them where simply wiped from existence. A few were stranded in new dimensions, locked away from the rest of Existence. Many of those worlds became dormant, eternally falling in a void of darkness with no presence or consciousness. Some existed like they used to, only in isolation. A handful of them were ripped apart and reshaped to form new beings and new realities. The world of the Illusionaries was one of these handful. They've led their own lives since their accidental creation, in another universe locked away from all the others. Great stories unfolded in this strange dimension, guided by a strange power that, until recently, remained unidentified.
This is where our problems truly started.
A book. It was a simple, ancient-looking thing that seemingly contained nothing but gibberish. Various entities have taken possession of this book in the past. Some of them were great, indeed, while others were seemingly insignificant. But all who had held the book poured stories into its battered pages. These tales, in turn, were made into reality in the Illusionaries' world. They remained mostly unaware of this phenomenon, for there was pitifully little contact between each individual world in that universe. Although...all that can be discovered will eventually be found. The handful of individuals who realized the nature of this universe found a way past the barrier that separated it and came to the world of Gaia. From here, they began to bring whoever they can into Gaia as well.
Because not every story had a happy ending, even if it deserved one. Perhaps here they will be able to find their happily ever after.
Unfortunately, their good intentions brought forth a cascade of other problems.
I beg and plead, Lord no.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:31 pm
This place is a mess. The Charge "The curtain's closed, no way home, the nectar of life run dry.
These tainted words, made to hurt, cut in me with it's knife."Name: Ciarán Anzen
Nicknames: -
Gender: Female
Age: A few months
D.o.b: -
Eyes: -
Hair: Wavy, jet black
Weight: - lbs
Height: -
Specific markings: A mask covering her whole face, which cannot be removed.
Ethnicity: Illusionary
Occupation: -
Likes: -
Dislikes: -
Hobbies:
Personality: -
Bio: -
Other: Ciarán, unlike the other Illusions, came to her guardian as a baby instead of a reviere.
"To me, all the love in the world meant only despair."
Playlist
Love Songs (They Kill Me) - Cinema Bizarre
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Ciarán types in Blue. The one has gone.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:32 pm
Love songs, they kill me. They kill me now.
The Guardian "Wheres that thought, that thought uncomplicated things?
Wheres that peace of mind, that peace that made it easy?
Wheres that simple day, that simply made it nice to be in.
Where did it go? where did it go? where did it go?
Yeah."  Name: Shira Anzen
Nicknames: None she's aware of.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
D.o.b: June 13
Eyes: Pale grey.
Hair: A curly/wavy, deep brown; looks black.
Weight: 121 lbs
Height: 5"3
Specific markings: A scar across her nose, tribal scarring/'tattoos' on her wrists.
Ethnicity: - Hispanic // African-American [there is a hidden undertone of a Spanish accent in her voice, many do not notice]
Occupation: - Writer // Cafe waitress
Likes: - Books, psychology, coffee, felines, old kung-fu movies, Newport.
Dislikes: - Writer's block, arrogance, pictures of her, sweet meats, girl scouts.
Hobbies: Writing, reading, cooking, attempting to quit smoking, collecting odd/old trinkets, tending to her balcony garden.
Personality: - Eccentric. Tomboy-ish. Kind yet pessimistic with stubborn tendencies. Can be bit of a Drama-queen.
The best way to sum her actions up would most likely be, 'Tough Love'. She's not much of a conversation starter, so when first meeting her many see her as quiet or shy. Maybe even a little intimidating or cold. But once you get to know her she's surprisingly friendly, and every other sentence coated with sarcasm. She'd hate to admit it, but Shira's fairly reliant on first impressions.
Even though she has a bit of a short circuit she's not easily insulted, and responds either with apathy or sarcasm while still keeping in good humor. She tries to avoid conflict -though there's not much resistance- or anything else that showcases her lack of control. On that note: it is almost her unconscious nature to swear, even when sweet old ladies and children are present. She has her lazy streaks- though most have to do with the fact that she's practically nocturnal, and cannot function normally without caffeine.
Bio: - Past Unknown. Parent's Deceased.
Other: Taking care of her fist son, Demos, has changed Shira a bit. She's a tad more empathetic towards others and tends to unknowingly spoil her child every once in awhile.
Playlist
Love Song - Sara Bareilles
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Shira types in Black. Love songs are killing me, are killing me... right now.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:33 pm
Trained to attack, bull eye shot in black.  ...Friends...
Dante Barrett - Lazy, a jokester, and compulsive liar for the hell of it. Dante is a procrastinating college student whom followed Shira around after they first met about a year ago. The relationship was at first annoying and awkward, but soon grew to be an uncanny, strong friendship. He often stays in Shira's apartment, anything else about him is unknown. ((Types in olive))
Annabelle Colpel - A whiny, naive, childish, sickly, blond nuisance-- and Shira's Landlord. The middle-aged vegetarian feels as if Shira and her are best friends, though Shira thinks the complete opposite, and visits her any chance she gets. She's also an animal lover, and where Shira got Often from. ((Types in orange.))
Thomas 'Miguel' Valverez - Shira's boss at the cafe she works at. A Puerto Rican with a thick accent and bad temper, he considers himself as Shira's protector and father figure. He's often hassling her on a daily basis, being it at work or on her answering machine. ((Types in brown.))
Vincent - Any encounter with this man ends with a guaranteed headache. A perverted columnist in the city's newspaper who gave Shira publishing connections. She has only met and worked with him a few times-- and hopes she never has to again. ((Types in darkblue.))
...Family...
Demos - A reincarnated god of coincidence Shira became a guardian of from the universe of Tison. He's only a baby, and as such is very shy and clingy- Shira is rarely out of the house without him. ((Types in red.))
Arthur - Yet another child that was destined to be under Shira's care. The British brat, born from a scroll, was bestowed upon Shira as the third son- even though the second son is technically not even born yet.
Parents deceased. Blood relatives unknown
...Pets...
Often - Trouble making stray cat.
Saiya & Pathos - White and black Betta fish. I never thought they'd get me.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:36 pm
These pictures in my head, lying in my bed.
Fellow Illusions
None met yet.
These whips, they make me bleed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:39 pm
This place is a mess.Photo Album
A young lock picker has graced me with yet another kid. She's the first girl, but I'm concerned less about the boys reaction and more about what someone has done to her face... My one has gone.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:40 pm
Love songs, they kill me. They kill me, Now.
Possesions
No gifts accepted
Love songs are killing me, are killing me... right now.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 9:43 pm
I can't hear the sceneries of constant tragedies.
Growth Requirements
Note that these are the BARE MINIMUM amount of posts that you must make before sending a growth request. I would love it if you surpass these requirements, though I won't make you do it.
You may send the growth form before completing the "change" and "dream" posts, but the"dream" post must be completed before the growing can occur. The "change" post may be written afterwards, but it must be done.
Please, PLEASE check the growing list for my schedule before sending in a form. If it says closed, it's closed. If it says maybe...chances are it's as good as closed. I have a hard time refusing people, so...please, give me some time. >_>
REVERIE-->ORACLE
2 journal/diary-style post from the guardian's perspective
2 other post of any kind
1 "change" post describing the change from reverie to oracle
ORACLE-->INFANT
1 journal/diary-style post from the guardian's perspective OR the Illu's perspective
1 "change" post describing the change from oracle to infant
INFANT-->TODDLER/CHILD
2 journal/diary-style post from the guardian's perspective (1 Done)
4 other posts of any kind
2 PRP/PDs/ORP w/another Guardian/Illu
1 "dream" (or anything you want) post about his/her past-story OR self discovery of any kind
1 "change" post describing the change from infant to toddler
Option Stage!
TODDLER-->CHILD
2 journal/diary-style post from the guardian's perspective
3 journal/diary-style post from the Illusionary's perspective
5 other posts of any kind
1 post showing your Illusionary developing their personality (interpret that as you will).
4 PRP/PDs/ORP w/another Guardian/Illu
2 "dream" posts (or one REALLY long one; come on, don't be lazy here) about a possible past-story OR self-discovery of any kind
1 "change" post describing the change from toddler to child
CHILD-->TEEN
3 journal/diary-style post from the guardian's perspective
6 other posts of any kind
5 PRP/PDs/ORP with someone else
"Growth Quest"
1 "change" post describing the change from child to teen
TEEN-->YOUTH
9 journal/diary-style posts from the Illusionary's perspective
7 other posts of any kind
9 PRP/PD/ORPs with someone else
"Growth Quest"
1 "change" post describing the change from teen to youth
YOUTH-->ADULT
pending~
Of what I'm meant to feel no more.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:52 pm
'Cause I'm already dead, and I just cannot bear,
Reserved
To hear another word no more.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:54 pm
Love songs, they kill me. They kill me, now.
Reserved
Love songs are killing me, are killing me... right now.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:56 pm
Love songs are killing me,
Credits
Illusionary Shop, art, and Plot copyrighted to Evermore_crystal
Ciaran art and Illusionary Shop copyrighted to zigeunerweisen`
Side/Profile art and Ciaran/Shira roleplay copyrighted to w.a.s.t.e.d e.n.t.i.t.y
Brushes copyrighted to
Are killing me...
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