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 Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 10:39 pm
...You love the roses - so do I. I wish the sky would rain down roses... This is the journal of the Ashe Faustus and his owner RaiMidori . Only those with express permission may post excluding staff members. In here will be recorded the private thoughts and writings of both Ashe and guardian as seen by their creators. All interviews, opinions and/or commentary provided is not assumedly the same of the staff of Ashes of the Wind. Name // Faustus Guardian // Raina Tremblaine Court // Unseelie Role: // ??? Stage // Adolescent Gender //Male Wind // South Personality // Quiet, Unreadable, and Melancholic Abilities // ??? Likes // Kiwi flowers, warmth, clear winter days Dislikes // Courtrooms, sharp sounds, cold
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:00 am
Ever since I was born, there was destruction following me.
It probably doesn't make much sense to you, that I can understand. I don't really know who I am, or what I'm doing here. But whereever I go, there is this trail of sadness following me. I think it's because I'm not my own self. I came from the remains of someone. And my mood, my personality, even the world around me, everything is changing, all the time. Who do I have left to trust, anymore?
It's like a hurricane, you know- you watch it from far away and all you see is clouds, this funnel, everything breaking, dying, going, but you don't know why. Why would this happen, was it just chance, or punishment? Why am I here?
All I know, all I see, are the flowers that I plant. If I wasn't here, they wouldn't be. If not for me, they wouldn't exist. And they are beautiful, indeed, flowering in all kinds of colors, brilliant and exquisite and fine. They are what keep me here.
But does that give a meaning to it all? 
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:02 am
Take it through the broken train tracks...-- xx updates
-- xx faustus
-- xx history
-- xx raina
-- xx engagements
-- xx growth
-- xx gallery
-- xx relationships
-- xx items
-- xx reserved
-- xx credits
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:02 am
The newest chaos wrought...June 3rd 08// Won Faustus in the prompt flatsale!
August 6th 08// Setting up journal to allow for RP and journal posts.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:03 am
 The voiceless garden-keeper's son...Not much is known about Faustus at this moment. Raina received him in egg form. The shell is a brilliant green, and two cobalt kiwi flowers linger at the sides, clinging to the egg. It is supported by a cloud that looks faintly like a mini storm cloud, and two small, demonic wings flutter occasionally in the breeze.
When touched, an almost regretful, melancholic feeling courses through the body.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:04 am
Once upon a time...There was a fae with no name. He was sure that he once had a name, of course, but time grew on, and he eventually forgot it. This was because he spent no time with other fae. Not because he did not like them, only because he was not accepted in their society as a mute.
But he was fine with that. What was the point of having a name, if no one was around to call him about it? So, instead, he referred to himself by the only word he remembered from his younger days, 'gardener'. He had learned as a child from the parents that had eventually abandoned him in spite of his disability that a gardener was someone that tended to flowers or plants, and he found the idea so enchanting that it was the thing he wanted to do with his life.
He loved the flowers. And as he grew older, falling in and out of love with other fae, other things, eventually, they all faded away in the storm of what he was lacking. He did not understand why speech was so important. He could still see them, hear what they had to say, feel their soft touches like butterflies across his skin, but to them, he was lacking an important piece of his soul. And so they left him.
Eventually, the flowers became the only thing that he could trust himself to love, because without him, they would be gone. He watched with distaste as the humans built and built their civilizations, always crushing the fields of flowers he had nurtured to health, and as he tried, desperately, to bring them all back to life, he began to develop a strong hate towards mortals and their ignorance.
He stayed in hiding still, never coming out for fear of being left behind again, but he always stayed in the one field of flowers that he never seemed to lose, a beautiful patch of blue kiwi flowers by a small meadow untouched by any human, far into the forests and surrounded by the mountains. But as the years bore on and he grew older, the humans were bloodthirsty for more- more riches, more power, and, ultimately, more land.
And by that time, the nameless man had already grown too weak to do anything, and simply watched in horror as his kiwi flowers were destroyed ruthlessly, the dreams of new lives and whatever it was humankind would put in its place still echoing in his head.
Eventually, the man fled to the mountains, and receded into the shadow of his wilting heart, tending to the flowers there with a dreary knowledge that they, too, one day, would die under the hands of something greater.
Whose fault was it, really? He thought that in his mind as he took his last breath, but by that time, he already knew the answer.
Not many years later, a wind swept through the Unseelie court, a wind that was soft and smelled of elusive mountain flowers and regretful tears.
This is where our story begins.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:05 am
The key to the garden gate...Name: Raina Tremblaine
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Ethnicity: French-Canadian
Sexuality: Straight
Status: Taken
Appearance: With long, wavy, auburn hair that reaches her mid-back, Raina is considered average-to-tall height for her age. She has a slim build, but looks rather frail, strength-wise. Her thick-rimmed glasses make her look like a rather studious nerd, and though she works hard, she isn't of the mania variety. Her skin is a light pale with no freckles and hardly any blemishes, and her eyes are a deep forest green. She is usually spotted wearing something peculiar, like sleepwear, but this is the result of her forgetfullness, not eccentric tastes.
Family:Christelle, the French mother, is a neurologist working for a hospital in France, while Andrew, the Canadian father, is a biomedical researcher in a lab nearby the hospital. They come to visit once a year or so, but all in all keep their distance from Raina's life.
Cephiel is a persocom that was slated for termination for over-developed sentient, but Raina rescued him from that fate by purchasing him as a companion. He lives with her in their home and is her prime source of support.
Personality: An avid writer, Raina dreams of one day becoming a published author. She writes articles for the local newpaper and always carries a notepad around with her. Because of this, she can be forgetful and clumsy, and her attire may be more than a little eccentric at times. Her mind is always wandering, and even the smallest things can be full of wonder to her eyes. Optimistic and cheerful to a fault, she never stops finding a source of happiness, though underneath the facade there are things that she does not want to admit to herself, like the flaws in her family ties. While she strives to be a writer, her family, namely her parents, are pushing her to pursue a career in medicine. One day, she will have to face this fact and decide where she wants to go in life, and she may not be strong enough to do it. She is warm, even to strangers, and never stops reaching out an altruistic hand; she's the type to stay up all night, watching the stars with someone because she understands the concept of sentimental importance. Ever since she was a child, she has had a fascination with wings and flight, and it may be because of this that she is particularly uplifting to be around.
Loves: Daminique Althazar, writing, singing, being around children, enjoying life, animals.
Dislikes: Hardly anything, unsensitive people.
The guardian of Faustus.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:19 am
The pieces of the end...Current RPs:
Faustus and Salem
While Raina lies in bed with Cephiel at her side, Faustus comes out mildly troubled and with no understanding of the feelings roiling in his heart...
{surely in between}
Raina and Rioge
The day after she receives her egg, Raina ventures to a deep, clandestine part of the forest out of curiousity. The light is brilliant and the brook babbles like a living creature, but from the depths of the woods come two strangely striking creatures...
{a meeting in the dappled sunlight}
Completed RPs:
Raina and Julien
Toting Faustus along, Raina takes a walk to escape life in the early afternoon of one cloudy day. The air smells of rain and the grass is wet, and through the forest line breaks a teen who seems to know a thing or two about her egg...
{a precursor to the rain}
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:27 am
As the storm moves on, the wind blows harder...Egg >> Adolescent: 1-2 Journal entries, growth quest.
Adolescent >> Teen: 5 Playdates, 3-4 journal entires and a growth quest.
Teen >> Adult: 2-4 journal entries, 8 playdates, growth and Ashe quest.
Adult >> Elder: Continues roleplay, 5+ journal entries and 2+ Ashe quests.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:28 am
The pain that shines through the unknowing...Egg
Next stages forthcoming.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:40 am
The rain, like many things, connects...No one met yet.
Raina in silver.
Faustus in blue.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:41 am
The fragments of the keepsakes...Where items that Faustus owns will be placed in the future.
Presents from RPs, quests, etc.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:42 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:43 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 10:44 am
It sweeps and swirls, all the while a combination of many winds...Ashes of the Wind: Rainbow Lime and Ivyro
Journal Content: RaiMidori
Hurricane Lyrics: The Hush Sound
Art: Ivyro
Banners and Graphics: RaiMidori
Not to be stolen, altered or used in any way without express permission.
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