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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:42 pm
 Welcome to the journal of Magda and Quilt. As is true of most journals, this one is private and should only be written in by Magda, Quilt, and their designated friends.
If you would like to house your own interplanetary criminal, please visit us at the ICRS.
Interplanetary Criminal's Name: Magda (Adagm) Lean
Crime: Practicing illegal methods of population control
Date of Sentencing: 5/29/08
Guardian: Quilt (Huni Pi)
Stage: Kid
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Orange
Skin Color: Pale
Other Distinguishing Features: Can sever body parts and turn into a (wo)man at will.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 8:45 am
 1 - Archie's Post
2 - Navigation
3 - Dates of Importance
4 - Rules
5 - Pre-incarceration
6 - About Magda and Adagm
7 - Pride
8 - Photo Album
9 - Possession
10 - Fellow Criminals
11 - About Quilt
12 - The Family
13 - The Extended Family
14 - Links of Interest
15 - Disclaimer
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 8:51 am
15 August 2010 - Magda attends a beach party! Only to be kidnapped into space D8
01 January 2010 - Magda/Adagm (it is becoming quite difficult to tell) is now a kid!
26 March 2009 - Magda grew and is... Adagm?!
30 May 2008 - Quilt comes across a space pod containing an infant that falls to pieces. Literally.
21 May 2008 - Magda is exiled from Fleep and is enroute to Gaia
01 May 2008 - Quilt meets Rusty and Hoss and briefly learns about the ICRS
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 8:53 am
Only the following may post:
1.) ICRS Staff
2.) Any ICRS Guardian who knows Magda or Adagm in character
3.) People dropping off gifts
Please take note of the following:
1.) When posting, please do so in character
2.) If there is an RP going on, please wait until it is over before posting
3.) Please turn off your sigs, this journal is image heavy
4.) Do not ask me to sell you Magda or her future off spring and no, she will not be having any
5.) More will be added if necessary
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 8:55 am
  Name and Description of Home Planet: Fuleep.
It is a bright and colorful planet, its own citizens displays various psychidelic skins ranging from all the colors of the rainbow and thensome. Those who reside on the planet are called Fleep (with an S if plural), and are as diverse in shapes, sizes and forms as the colors of their skin, scales, feathers, fur and exoskeleton.
Inter-racial pairings and mixed bloodlines is a common thing as a movement demanding for integration to become world-wide spread like wild fire. There were those who opposed it, naturally, but they were out numbered, out voted and out maneauvered by the masses.
In response to this a group decided they had to make certain their own bloodline to be as far-reaching as possible. Realizing that a genocide was damn near impossible with the mixtures and how diluted most of their own kind's features were, they opted to just breed like demented rabbits. Fornicating with whatever willing party they could find.
Of course, this resulted in a lot of pregnancies. Emphasis on a lot. So much so that there was a threat of over-population. Second only to the Resource Allocation and Environmental Preservation or RAEP division, Population Control took top priority in nearly every country.
Physical Apperance: Magda is the love child of a crimson-skinned, bat-like male with an antenna, and a mustard-skinned bi-pedal snake-like woman with unusually long fingers. In short, her skin is a pale shade of persimmon, small, red, bat-wings sprout from her head just above her temple, and there are only holes where human ears would be. Her skin is smooth, and unlike her father whose over-sized head causes him to hunch over when standing right-side up and on two feet, Magda can stand straight like her mother.
Her almond shaped eyes are her father's, a solid black with no pupils or iris, while her glossy jet-black hair is tied back in a pony tail. Her fingers and nails are her mother's, long, curved, and polished with the color of resin. It is curious where she got her tongue, because while her mother's was forked and her father's was solid, Magda's tongue was like a straw. When fully extended, it reaches past her navel even as an adult.
Usual Attire: Magda wears a labcoat over a solid black pair of pants, and a white tube top even at work. Outside, she is seen in solid colors of subdued hues such as brown, gray, white and black. Nothing striking, as her skin is enough to draw attention.
Age Upon Sentencing: Early twenties.
Personality: Magda never had a high regard for life. The conception of life, the development of life, the mystery of life, they were all viewed as nothing more than a futile struggle against the inevitable. Namely death. This rather cynical way of thinking was caused when she learned why she no longer had grandparents.
Though she wasn't overly fond of her "gamma" and "gampa", the idea that you only had a certain amount of years to live and make the most out of your life seemed ludicrous. And, more importantly, pointless. This nagged at her all throughout her life, until the time to choose a career arrived. Her parents were hoping she'd be a lawyer or a librarian (it was her father's dream job as bat ears can be quite sensitive and he dind't have the gumption to be an eavesdropping spy).
Neither of them ever thought their little Magda would become a Population Control practitioner. They've never been so proud of her for doing something beneficial to Fleepmanity.
Criminal's Crime: Practiced illegal methods of Population Control
Criminal's Crime in Detail: Population Control was a euphemism for two things. The first is for Encouraged Euthanasia. It was accepted almost world-wide that once a Fleep reached a certain age, he or she should and will die. The methods were quick, painless and afterwards, organs would be harvested for those in need. The rest of the body is cremated and scattered in the wind to save on cemetary plots.
The second euphemism is a little bit more sensitive. Population Control, to Magda, meant nipping the problem in the bud. Or womb. Or clutch. Or spawn. Or nest. Whichever race it was.
Governments established laws that clinics are not allowed to perform the operation past a certain stage of the infant's development. Of course each state or country's limit differed. Magda's clinic was stationed in the country with the longest limit. That didn't raise any brows, as it meant she'd have a wider customer base.
The law also states that an interview is to be had before the operation is made. Magda took this one step further and recorded the interviews. This was kept secret from her clients, but Magda reasoned she needed to protect herself, unless her client has a change of heart after the operation and try to sue her for 'forcing them' to do the procedure.
No, those two weren't the cause of her arrest. It was her methods that caused outrage. Magda would put the mother to sleep before her tongue would enter through a small cut she makes along the belly. If the child was encased in an egg, her tongue would chip open a small hole and pass through there. Once her tongue found the unborn child, she would drink it.
"As you humans would say, it's like eating a steak through a straw."
Why was it such a problem? While the parents did not want the child, they also didn't want to think of themselves as some sort of smorgasboard. It wouldn't have been such a large problem if Magda's clinic hadn't specifically catered to the elites of the world. How she managed to draw that crowd was a mystery even to Magda.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:00 am
  Name: Magda
Nickname: None
Age: Appears to be 11-years-old
Gender: Female
Height: 4"9
Weight: 87 pounds
Hair Color: Carrot-y
Eye Color: Gray
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles on her nose and elbows
Likes: Reading, tongues
Dislikes: Not being able to eat meat, being mistaken for a boy when she's in her girl body
Posts In: Palevioletred
Personality: As she grew, Magda has become a very impulsive girl and is trying to live her life to the fullest. Unfortunately this means she's only interested in enjoying herself without caring about the consequences of her actions. Thus far, she has been somewhat irresponsible with her ability to sever her body parts despite constant warning from her Guardian and family members to learn to control her limbs better. She also has become somewhat particular about her gender in that she finds her state of semi-androgyny annoying. She's female, damn it! So what if she has to buy boy's jeans? She sometimes wakes up as a boy and can't change back for days.
She's stubborn, set in her ways, and absolutely hates to lose as she's not used to being antagonized. Most of the people in her household tend to either be too submissive or too physically aggressive. Magda would rather not get injured as she doesn't like going to the doctors.
Special Abilities: Able to change gender and 'sever' her body by the joints. Until she is old enough, this all happens whenever she gets distracted or emotionally distressed.
History: Refer to the "Pre-incarceration" post for Magda's history.Theme Song
Androgeny by Garbage
When everything is going wrong
And you can't see the point in going on
Nothing in life is set in stone
There's nothing that can't be turned around
Nobody wants to be alone
Everybody wants to love someone
Out of the tree go pick a plum
Why can't we all just get along?
Boys.. Boys in the girls room
Girls.. Girls in the men's room
You free your mind in your androgyny
Boys.. Boys in the parlour
Girls.. They're getting harder
I'll free your mind and your androgyny
No sweeter a taste that you could find
Than fruit hanging ripe upon the vine
There's never been an oyster so divine
A river deep that never runs dry
The birds and bees they hum along
Like treasures they twinkle in the sun
Get on board and have some fun
Take what you need to turn you on
Boys.. Boys in the girls room
Girls.. Girls in the men's room
You free your mind in your androgyny
Boys.. Boys in the parlour
Girls.. They're getting harder
I'll free your mind
I'll free your mind
I'll free your mind
I’ll free your…
Boys.. Behind closed doors and under stars
Girls.. It doesn't matter where you are
Boys.. Collecting jewels that catch your eye
Girls.. Don't let a soulmate pass you by
Boys in the girls room
Girls in the men's room
You free your mind in your androgyny
Boys in the parlour
They're getting harder
I'll free your mind
I'll free your mind
I'll free your... 
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:01 am
Magda's concept was something that slowly evolved the more the ICRS shop was fleshed out. Unable to deny the nagging voice thatw as Magda, I made a quest thread entitled Splitsville which helped me continue to develop her character and history even further. Eventually, Smerdle held a flatsale/contest with a separate category for questors, which I joined and to my amazement won. Below, you will find my contest entry, well, most of it anyway as most of it's just a repitition of my quest thread. You are free to ignore this post and skip it entirely, I just felt like placing it here n.nFull Description of Criminal's Personality, Powers, and What Makes Them Awesome: Fleeps don't have powers per say. They do have enhanced physical characteristics, such as hypersensitive ears, or special sight or in Magda's case, a long probiscuous tongue and a really, really strong stomach that allows her to drink fluids or solids with said tongue.
The powers that make Magda awesome actually comes when she arrives on Gaia, though like all newly discovered abilities she can't control them instantly just yet. She can switch genders at will (eventually) and will also have the ability to sever herself into as many body parts as she wants. Think captain Buggy's ability from One Piece, though Magda's sever-ability is actually based on the Filipino mythologic monster called a Manananggal only taken a little further and tweaked.
Also, she is horribly allergic to meat of all kinds except seafood and dairy products and eggs so long as they're not fertilized. Whooo, that's her real punishment even if the council didn't think that would ever happen in a bazillion years 8D
Baby's name: Magda when female, Adagm when male (surname-lacking anagrams FTW!)
Full Physical Description of the Baby: With carrot-colored hair that reaches just past her shoulder blades, slender gray eyes, ten fingers, ten toes, a light sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose and the elbows of her pale skin, Magda doesn't really look like she came from outer space. Unless she sticks out her tongue that, while no longer hollow and straw-like, is still pretty long with the tip ending below her chin nearly halfway down her neck. When she changes her gender to male, Adagm possesses the exact same physical features, though his tongue only reaches his chin.
Prompt Letter and Response: D
OMG!
Your child is having recurring dreams about his/her home planet. What sorts of dreams are they? Does he/she confide in anyone about them?
((Uh, semi-graphic stuff up ahead. If you're the teensiest bit squeamish I apologize. I don't really share Dr. Magda Lean's love for that kind of meat and I'm just making this stuff up. I'm not a cannibal! Honest!))
The scent of disinfectant wafted into Dr. Lean's nostrils as she stepped into the clinic's operating room. The smell was pungent enough that she could practically taste the sterile bitterness through her surgical mask. Despite the acrid flavor that the odor caused to cling to her tastebuds, Dr. Lean welcomed the smell. To the population control practitioner, that strong, almost overwhelming aroma held promises of a gourmet meal. A most decadent, one-of-a-kind, perhaps even forbidden gourmet meal.
The doors closed behind her, and her slender fingers pushed the locks and bolts in place. The room's flourescent lights were kept off, the solitary source of illumination was the lamp that shone over a long operating table. A female figure lay atop the surface, unmoving save for the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. The patient was fast asleep and would remain asleep for a few more hours, plenty of time for Dr. Lean to savor her meal in peace and without fear of interruptions.
The tip of her tongue licked at her lips as she raised the patient's gown up to reveal the female's barely bulging belly. Experienced hands started to roam over the stomach until Dr. Lean found what she was looking for. Instantly, a scalpel appeared in one hand and she made a small cut, barely the width of a finger just below the patient's navel.
As blood began to seep from the incision, Dr. Lean's tongue slowly began extend from her lips to slip past the mask. The hollow appendage began to lap at the oozing liquid for a few moments before plunging deep into the cut she had made on the sleeping female's stomach. Without being able to see into her patient, Dr. Lean had to rely on her acute sense of taste to differentiate the female's organs from what she was looking for.
Solid-obisidan eyes tapered into joyous slits when her tongue finally came across the unique taste: The fetus. She let her tongue caress the unborn child and a delicious shiver ran up her spine. It felt like rubbing one's fingers over velvet, and the tenderness of the body reminded Dr. Lean of bread pudding.
But no pudding could compare to what this unwanted and unloved child would taste like. Once Dr. Lean had sated her tongue's tactile needs, the tip stabbed into the fetus, heedless of the child's unheard screams of pain. A trickle of drool escaped from the corners of Dr. Lean's lips as she started to extract the fetus from the female's womb.
Normally, Dr. Lean would wonder if it would be spicy, or salty, or bittersweet. Would it be savory with a slight hint of mint? Or would it be rich and smooth, like caramelized sugar? Or would it be unpleasant, like those "all-natural" medicines ground from roots and leaves? But for some strange reason, there was a strange feeling of deja vu as her mind processed and indentified the flavors. She somehow expected this particular child would taste like blood mixed with water seasoned heavilly with cinnamon.
So why the hell did it taste like dust and paint?
Gray eyes flew open in confusion and Magda found herself in the darkness of her room, with her tongue lapping at the bedroom ceiling. Instantly she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, "Not the ******** again!" she spat, trying to rid herself of the disgusting taste of her ceiling. Wiping at the dirt and paint chips with her fingers, Magda tries to shake the memory of her dream. Unlike the multitude of others who desperately cling to the cobweb-remnants of their dreams, Magda wanted to forget.
For the sole reason that the recurring dreams she'd been having were not dreams at all.
They were memories of her life back on Fuleep. Back when she could indulge on succulent unborn morsels. Back when her diet was neither restricted nor monitored. Back when she could eat meat without her body suddenly smothering her.
"Rarrrrgh!" The teen cried out in frustration and her hand reached out for something, anything she could grab. Her wrist severed from her arm, allowing her fingers to grasp at the digital clock that stated it was a few minutes shy of 8 am. It would be breakfast in a few minutes and this bit of knowledge further flamed Magda's anger. With all her strength, the alien hurled the helpless appliance at the wall, resulting in a satisfying crunch of breaking plastic and electronic bits.
The sound wasn't loud enough to wake those who were still asleep in household, but it was certainly audible to the person whose room was on the other side of the wall the clock smashed against. The small hint of relief Magda got from destroying the electronic device was quickly replaced by dread as she heard a door open and close.
"Magda? Did you have that dream again?" Quilt asked.
For a moment Magda wanted to tell her guardian everything she was feeling: Anger, frustration, indignation, helplessness. But she had tried that method before, back when the memories first began to seep into her sleep. That did nothing to make the dreams go away, nor did it make her feel any better. If any, it just made her all the more aware.
She chose to keep her silence and feign sleep, believing it futile to just talk about her problem since no solution seemed to come out of these early morning discussions. Besides, even if she talked until her face turned blue it's not like anyone in the house could make her meat-allergy go away, could they?
"Magda, if you must get pissed off and break your stuff, could you at least refrain from doing so until I wake up?" Quilt yawned as he rubbed the residue of sleep from his eyes.
"Sure, whatever." Was Magda's muffled reply.
Quilt went back to his room and Magda continued to stew in her misery. She had to admit that breaking that clock did make her feel better, destructive as it was her guardian had given her his permission just now, didn't he? A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as Magda got ready for the day.
Heading into the kitchen, she was greeted by the aroma of pancakes and maple syrup and the sounds of milk being poured into cereal.
"Morning, Magda. What do you want for breakfast?" The Velveteen panda working the stove asked.
"Bacon and hot dogs." She replied, flopping down onto her seat between her guardian and her uncle Jare. The panda gave Magda a confused look, which Quilt responded with "That'll be my breakfast. Give Magda some oatmeal with cinnamon."
The teen shook her head, "No, I want bacon and hot dogs."
"But, won't you, you know? Go into that ana-fani-something shock?" Jare quirked his brow.
Magda thought this would be the perfect time and avenue to vent out her frustration over her own subconscious' mockery of her limited diet. "I don't care! I WANT MEAT! MEAT! GIVE ME MEAT!" she shrieked, standing up so suddenly that she upset the various glasses of milk, coffee and orange juice.
"Magda, sit down and behave." Quilt calmly ordered, placing a hand on the teen's shoulder.
"NO!" Another scream and Magda pulled her shoulder from Quilt's grip, followed by grabbing her plate and smashing it against the floor. In the blink of an eye, Jare had the teen in a headlock. Though that did little as Magda simply severed her head from her neck as well as her arms from her shoulders. Which Quilt, in turn, grabbed and pinned to any flat surface. This odd wrestling match went on for quite a while, give or take an hour, before Magda finally calmed down.
The teen was ordered to pull herself together, literally and figuratively, before being told to sit quietly in the corner. Despite feeling humiliated by such a childish punishment, Magda felt better about the memories of her life on Fuleep. At least here, she was allowed to be an intolerable brat (or some varying degree one) and simply be grounded rather than risk an early extermination.
"Should I be grateful I didn't use the good set today?" The panda asked from under the table as they began to clean up.
"Don't worry, Magda will pay for whatever was broken. Though I'm already witholding her allowance for the next two months as it is." Quilt stated as he gathered bits and pieces of broken plates.
"Awww ********> Magda declared, glad that her back was turned to her family as she was smiling despite knowing full well there would be more to her punishment. It was a small price to pay for her emotional and mental wellbeing. Who said talking about your problems was better than getting into fits of destructive rage?
"I love being a turtle!" TOTALLY! 8D
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:03 am
  01 January 2010 - ???
She's starting to get the hang of this stopping herself from becoming unglued. 26 March 2009 - 01 January 2010
She's a... but that's... then again this is Gaia after all. 30 May 2008 - 26 March 2009
That's a very... interesting ability. I'm so relieved she doesn't seem to want or need hugs, neither does she seem to be physically violent. 21 May 2008 - 30 May 2008
She looks like the type who doesn't like hugs. I hope she's still like this, else I'll have to ask Khun Ying to provide the necessary amount of affection for her.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:05 am
Magda owns two sets of clothes: Male and Female with some gender-neutral ones thrown into the mix. She also has a sizable amount of vampire-centric novels. She may or may not have print-outs of fanfics.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:07 am
To be filled in as she meets them.
Autsu - He is awesome! He took my side (because I was clearly in the right to begin with) when Tek was being a ******** and wouldn't give me back my hand and he offered me a gun! Too bad the stupid ship took off or I might have actually gotten one to wave threateningly at Tek. I'd like to meet this guy again. Maybe he can give me pointers and help me with my ******** up aim.
Bailey - I like his colors. Finally someone who isn't this so damn drab and dull to the retinas! Wish I was older when I met him though. Was still a baby and not being able to talk is so ******** frustrating.
David - Thoughts in progress...
Hoss - Thoughts in progress...
Tek - He's a limb-napping a*****e and a jackass who keeps spelling out abbreviations. Use full words, you're ******** articulate enough. If I ever see him again it'll be too soon.
Umbra - Mouthy cat-hybrid who seems to enjoy cat-fights but has at least acute enough vision to tell that I am a girl.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:08 am
  Name: Quilt
Nickname: None
Age: Appears to be 27
Gender: Male
Height: 6"3
Weight: Roughly 210 lbs or so.
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Left eye silver, right eye ice blue
Skin Tone: Mottled
Likes: tba
Dislikes: Affection
Posts In: Darkgoldenrod
Personality: Quilt is a strange, strange individual. While people show their pleasure and attraction to someone by giving them gifts, doing nice things for them and are generally extra sweet, Quilt hurts those he likes. A sharp, bruising pinch here, a swift smack upside the head there, and when he really, really likes someone he rips a piece of their skin off and grafts it into his own.
Violent means of showing affection aside, Quilt is a calm, level headed, responsible individual. He's the sort of person who would talk you out of a crazy idea that would only result in you hurting yourself. And if this crazy idea was going to work, he'd be the one talking you through it. Quilt is a nice guy, though there are instances he becomes quite frightening. And by frightening I mean run-for-the-hills-he's-gonna-hurt-you-until-you-die frightening. Quilt does not take kindly to liars, but oddly enough he's fine with traitors.
Perhaps that's why he doesn't mind Nyne or Jare whenever one of them switches sides during a game or a sparring match.
Quilt also dislikes being hugged or kissed, and may tend to react violently in order to dissuade the person from repeating the action. He doesn't quite know why or understand the reasons behind his repulsion to the warm fuzzy feelings, though it may be tied in with his abilities.
Special Abilities: Quilt has the ability to distinguish intentions by touch. If a love letter was written, if he held the piece of paper in his hand he would know if the letter was sincere or not. Perhaps the reason why he doesn't like being hugged and fussed over is because the intentions he detects throws him off his normal senses. Rather than reacting postively to the action, Quilt's ability goes haywire and causes him to become enraged or panic-stricken.
Poor lad.
Relationship with Magda/Adagm: Brat's blackmailing me for not keeping an eye on her at the party. I shouldn't have brought her there in the first place. I wouldn't even have pretended not to notice her attempt to sneak out either.Commissioned Artwork
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:10 am
 Nickaname: None
Gender: Female
Brief Personality: Huni is a sap who easily gives in to pleading eyes and puppy dog pouts. Though she has been trying to rid herself of her 'human doormat' tendencies, it is quite easy to push her buttons and manipulate her given her very trusting and generous nature.
Type: Gaian Human
Posts in: Lightsalmon
Relationship with Magda: N/A Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Brief Personality: Jare is irresponsible, immature and quite frankly not ready to ever grow up. He is frank, sometimes brutally so, and can be quite tactless. While something of a coward, Jare insists he is being more like Nyne when he runs away or backs down from a fight.
Type: Fire Maji
Posts in: Indianred
Relationship with Magda: N/A Nickname: Gi
Gender: Female
Brief Personality: Gi wears her heart on her sleeve and in turn expects the same of others. She detests people who mask their emotions and is very expressive of this fact.
Type: Paper Soul
Posts in: Maroon
Relationship with Magda: N/A  Nickname: Khun
Gender: Female
Type: Velvet
Brief Personality: Khun is the mother figure of the household, second of course only to her own adopted mother. What Huni lacks in culinary abilites, Khun more than makes up for it. Though she is far more soft-spoken than the red-haired Gaian.
Posts in: Darkgreen
Relationship with Magda: N/A Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Type: Medusa
Brief Personality: Marl is enigmatic and very sensual. He enjoys using his tactile senses more than his aural or visual. Though he's not one for deep conversations as they give him a mild headache if he dwells on something for too long.
Posts in: Orange
Relationship with Magda: N/A Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Type: Gateway Guardian
Brief Personality: Nyne is practical and pragmatic, often prefering not to get involved. He is much more comfortable expressing himself physically than emotionally.
Posts in: Sandybrown
Relationship with Magda: N/A Full Name: Lord Sammuelson Irum Me'arl
Gender: Male
Type: Simulacrum Companion
Brief Personality: Sim is eccentric and flambouyant and is a self-proclaimed fashion savant. He is loud, obnoxious, a little touched in the head perhaps but is more often than not harmless in his, um, haute couture antics.
Posts in: Tomato
Relationship with Magda: N/A
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:18 am
 ICRS and official art (c) Smerdle
Banners, characters and concept (c) Huni Pi
Commissioned art (c) Original Artists
Steal anything and I will make you kulam!
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