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 Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:15 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:52 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:54 am
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 The ignorant despise what is precious only because they cannot understand it.
[Full Name]: Aesop
[Nickname(s)]: None yet
[Gender]: Male
[Wind]: Northwest
[Element]: Winter
[D.O.B.]: 06.08.08
[Starsign]: Gemini
[Height]: 6'2"
[Weight]: 155 lbs.
[Likes]: Exploring, acquiring knowledge, sharing his knowledge with others... Videogames.
[Dislikes]: Blatant ignorance, ramen noodles, lack of scenery.
[Personality]: Aesop is not the most... Energetic of the Ashe children, but he certainly seems to be one of the more mysterious ones. Smiles are rarer with him, but that's not to say he isn't happy. His emotions are simply expressed otherwise. Most definitely a hard book to read.
Now in his teen stage, Aesop's cloud of seriousness seems to have thickened. While he's still very much caught up in his books, he practices what little magic he knows on the side. He hopes to increase his skill... Though he knows very little on how to accomplish such a feat.
[Abilities]: Able to lower his body temperature and, if he concentrates hard enough, transfer that to others.
[Background]: In recent dreams and visions, a tall man with long, straight white hair and piercing blue eyes stands over him in the cold of a blizzard. It looks as if he's saying something, but no words can be heard. And then, very abruptly, he begins walking off. But one of the most important details is the crystal around the man's neck, while lacking color, is almost identical to Aesop's.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:55 am
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Misery loves company...
[Full Name]: Cindy (I'll never tell my middle name) Wright
[Nickname(s)]: Miss Kitty, Cindy lou, Cin-cin, Sin, Catwoman, Freaky Cat Lady
[Gender]: Female
[D.O.B.]: 02.20.90
[Starsign]: Pisces
[Hair Color]: Dirty Blonde
[Eye Color]: Light Blue
[Height]: 5'9"
[Weight]: That's none of your business.
[Occupation]: Lousy high school graduate working in retail.
[Likes]: Cats, computers, ancient history, superstitions, fairy tales, video games, MUSIC (Oh God yes), lots of soda, quality food/fine dining (though money for such is usually scarce), variety, stuffed animals (shhh), Art, horror movies, a good time, and silence.
[Dislikes]: Her Step Mother's side of the family, loud/obnoxious people, spiders, Mexican food (don't ask), most religions, stupid questions (there are such things, don't gimme that bullshit), and well... Just people in general usually.
[Appearance]: Cindy has quite a variety of clothing. It's getting her to wear it that's the trick. Sure, she could wear lime green, dark blue, or even pink. But she prefers good old red and black. She also has a strange obsession with hats. Her favorite being the classic tophat. She wears it loudly and proudly, no matter how many looks she might get. But that's not all. She's got cat ears, fancy dresses, and more than a dozen band shirts in her trusty closet/hole in the wall. She also loves her fancy jewelery that she hardly gets a chance to sport. Her shoes usually consist of either combat boots or simple slip-on shoes when she's feelin' lazy. There are also times when she'd rather wear her glasses than put in contacts. And she wears them very nicely.
[Personality]: The easiest way to explain her personality is: Unpredictable. She's not the most social of people, so skills in that area have since dwindled after she graduated. Time off is basically time spent at home, alone, on the computer or watching Unsolved Mysteries. When she's exicted, a good sputtering of incoherent sounds and references no one understands is eminent. Surprised usually means sarcastic comment after sarcastic comment. And anything else? Probably spite and loathing. You wouldn't be far off to say she's just your average teenager, but you also can't see what's going on in that head of hers.
[History]: [copypasta from flatsale entry]
Born into a seemingly stable family, Cindy's childhood started out as any normal person's would. Mother, Father, the works. Of course, children never do realize what's going on behind the scenes. Her parents absolutely dispised eachother... Screaming was usually saved for after the little girl had gone to bed. Though, it doesn't take long when a child wakes up hearing screaming and crying to figure out something is wrong. She knew it wasn't her fault... But who's to blame when the only world you know is split in half?
After the divorce, her Mother's appearances were scarce. She'd taken a lot from the house, but by no means was she allowed the child. Eventually, she just disappeared. Not because of some horrible tragedy that befell her, and not because of some conflict that kept her away. She simply... Didn't feel obligated. After that, her Father married an older woman, and had to constantly work to keep up with living expenses... Leaving Cindy alone with her Stepmother for most of her days. Constantly, she was screamed at for things that would seem silly to others, but were treated as serious issues. Her mind was slowly bent from a happy-go-lucky child with a healthy attitude toward life to a passive and quiet shadow that just couldn't seem to speak her mind. School was more like Hell, since she took all the children's mindless teasing to heart. Her self-esteem was lowered to the ground.
Though, through all of it, one thing always kept her spirits up. Imagination. It was like a gift for all her difficulties. As she grew, the one thing that never left her was what held her up all through her life. And with that, the hope that one day she'd be someone special... Someone amazing. Or even just to meet amazing people. Unfortunately, the hope slowly diminished the more the world of humanity dealt her blow after blow. It was around age 13 she developed a strange fascination with black cats and subconsciously built her appearance around them, including the sharpening of her nails. It also earned her the nickname of "Miss Kitty" among her peers. Her parents simply shrugged it off as a phase and left her to it. Her personality became more reclusive, and more time was spent in her room. Watching. Reading. Contemplating. She didn't need to be apart of the world. All she needed was available to her through television, books, and the internet.
And now, she lives alone in her little 1 room apartment. Her mind, not shattered, but perhaps too clear for even her tastes. Needing not the world or it's cruelties, but only herself and the comfort of silence. But... What human can honestly live alone and say that companionship isn't desired? Scream in the silence and hope to hear an answering voice? |
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:04 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:04 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:06 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:07 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:10 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:11 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:13 am
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