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 Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 3:22 pm
About Lux:
Loiterer/Collector/Roleplayer : Shop Status
Cervitaur : Favourite 'Taur
Naga : Rarest 'Taur Owned
Seahorse! : Wishlist Location, Location...Cein Isles (Page I).I. Nouăsprezece (Cervitaur/M)
.II. Syem (Naga/M)
.III. Jaione (Cattaur/F)
.IV. Vexus (Naga/F)
.V. Alazne (Wolftaur/F)
.VI. Eifa (Cattaur/M)
.VII. Tsukasa (Cattaur/F)
.VIII. Anja (Cattaur/F)
.IX. Mesmer (Naga/M)
.X. Valentine (Cervitaur/M)
.XI. Winter (Naga/F)
.XII. Arvilla (Syrin/F)Chiron City (Page II).I. Iturri
.II. Abarrane
.III. Alkaios
.IV. Azarias [align=center][imgleft][/imgleft][size=14][color=][b][/b][/color][/size][/align]
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: [b]Breeding Status[/b]
: [b]Looking for[/b]
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: [b]Age[/b]
: [b]Gender[/b]
: [b]Sexuality[/b]
: [b]Turn-ons[/b]
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: [b]Interests[/b]
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: [b]Skills[/b]
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[b]Notes[/b] :[/size][/align] Pygmies!!.I. Cupcake
.II. Justice
.III. Soren Oh baby, baby...Taken: Taur are either mated or so in love that they're unavailable.
Syem x Wateni [Mated]
Jaione x Luke [Mated]
Nouăsprezece x Ayela [Mated]Stuck between a rock and a hard place: Taur are caught between two loves.
Triston x Alazne x VladamirWhat are you playing at?: Taur that are complete and total players and their current squeezes.
Tsukasa x SylasDo want!: Taur are wrapped up in an unrequited/false love/lust/unknown romance.
Vexus x Potion
Eifa x Dipaka?
Anja x LumearSo Lonely: All alone~ Taur are single, completely and totally, and their preference.
Mesmer [Either]
Iturri [CC] [???]
Abarrane [CC] [Women]
Azarias [CC] [Women]
Alkaios [CC] [Men]Too young: Augh! They're still babies, what are you trying to get at?!
Valentine
Winter
Arvilla
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 4:09 pm
 Nouăsprezece: Unlucky CervitaurNouăsprezece translates to the number 'nineteen' in Romanian. : Name Origin
[teen] [adult] : Past Stages
#80d926 : Posting Colour
Only for Ayela : Breeding Status
: Looking for
Friends
Enemies (such as those from his ex-tribe)
Cervitaur : Species
Adult : Age
Male : Gender
Heterosexual : Sexuality
: Turn-ons
Kindness
Open-mindedness
Creativity
: Turn-offs
Rudeness
Cruelty
Narrow-mindedness
: Interests
: Activities
Fishing (...kinda)
Getting hurt
: Skills
Cooking
Designing clothing
: Loves
The beach
Open meadows
Fish
Chives
: Fears
Betrayal
Unluckiness
Cruelty
Banishment
Loneliness Parents : Gone
Siblings : Unknown
Mate : Ayela (My dearest love. ♥ I'll protect her to the ends of the Earth.)
Decedents :
Valentine (Son/Cervitaur)
Kimimela (Daughter/Cervitaur)
Friends :
Vexus (A good friend, despite her inability to speak. Fun to share quiet afternoons with.)
Luke (Uhh... not sure that we're such good friends anymore, not after what happened between me and his daughter... oops.)
Vesna (Err... not so sure she's my biggest fan either, at least not anymore... I still wish we could at least be friends, though.)
Enemies :
Any and All Tribe Members (You know damn-well why.)
History : Nouă has quite the interesting history, especially where his unluckiness comes into play. He grew up in a small tribe, but had a rather Rudolph-esque childhood, in which he was made fun of constantly, but this was because of his clumsiness. With whatever task they were supposed to be doing, or game they were playing, he would always manage to mess up somehow; he'd hit a tree, trip over himself, fall in a ditch - tons of things that led to most people avoiding him. However, he did keep two who were actually close to him.
His father, leader of their tribe, had no choice but to be ashamed of him, but his mother was not required to think in such a way, and tried to teach him how to be a gentleman, and how to cook, and clean, and become a sort-of housewife, in a way. The other person who stayed with him was a cervi girl named Sarah, whom he'd been betrothed to since before he was born. Despite being deemed unfit to be any sort of a warrior before his own Rite of Passage, Nouă claimed his betrothed as his responsibility. Yet, by the rest of the tribe, this was seen as more of a curse than a blessing. Yet after leaving the tribe, he hasn't seen her since then.
He met Ayela out of chance. He made a mistake after getting too drunk one night that led to him sleeping with his friend's daughter. Too ashamed to face the consequences, he fled, got lost, and stumbled upon the beautiful cervitaur girl in a small clearing. It took no more than an embrace for the two of them to fall in love...
Personality : Nouă isn't one to think very highly of himself, and has rather poor self-confidence. He can interact alright with other males, and occasionally with other cervitaur, but he has a habit of freezing up and stammering and blushing quite a bit around females, whether he fancies them or not. Around cervitaur, he's usually a lot more defensive and harder to talk to, given his past with those of his own species.
He's a sweet, kind boy in most situations. He's very much a selfless boy, and tries his hardest to make things for other people. Unfortunately, he continues to have no talent for many kinds of arts, and far too often burns the things that he cooks. He very much loves his friends and family and would go to the ends of the earth to help them.
Roleplays :
Notes : Nouăsprezece was my very first Cein Isles 'taur! He's a major lineart-edited cervi from the Unlucky Cervitaur Raffle during the CI 3rd Year Birthday Bash, and I just happened upon a stroke of luck! (Lolno, I just bought a ton and a half of tickets.)
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 4:46 pm
 Syem: The CaretakerSyem translates to the number 'seven' in Russian. : Name Origin
[egg] [hatchling] [adolescent] [adult] : Past Stages
#ac33ff : Posting Colour
Open! : Breeding Status
: Looking for
Naga : Species
Adult : Age
Male : Gender
Heterosexual : Sexuality
: Turn-ons
Agression
Daring
Sense of Humor
: Turn-offs
Narrow-mindedness
Unkindness to children
Self-centeredness
: Interests
: Activities
Painting bats
Dancing
Hunting
Caretaking
: Skills
: Loves
: Fears
Parents :
Mia (Foster Mother/Centaur)
Gulzar (Foster Father/Centaur)
Siblings :
Mate : Wateni (My dearest watermelon naga~ ♥ Not that she's so kind on the surface, but even so... I love her, regardless.)
Decedents :
Friends :
Dionysus (Grew up with him more than the rest of my foster siblings. He was kind to me.)
Luke (A good friend of mine, surprisingly. The two of us met after our daughters ran across each other a while back.)
Vesna (My friend Luke's daughter. She's a sweet girl, and a good friend of my daughter, Jaione.)
Enemies :
History : Syem was abandoned as an egg and, as such, there is no real evidence of his parents, or anyone who might happen to be one of his parents. He was found and adopted by Mia and Gulzar before he hatched, and made fast friends with his cousin, Dionysus before even meeting any of his other siblings.
One of the most definitive things about this naga, in specific, is the fact that rather than holding out his S's, he lisps them. There's only been one time in his life where this has actually made a difference -besides the difficulties he has pronouncing his name- which was when Wateni pointed out his odd way of speaking, and decided that they needed to find other naga who spoke the same way, to find out why they did so.
He found Jaione when just traveling around one day, and helped her get some things to eat. Thanks to the cattaur, he also met Luke and Vesna, who'd wandered into the adult cattaur earlier that very same day. Vesna and Jai made friends quickly, and Syem and Luke seem to get along all right as they are.
He met Wateni in the forest, and she taught him how dance... sort of. It was a strange situation that ended even more strangely. They fell in love over time, and the selfless boy doesn't quite understand his selfish mate, but he doesn't mind. He loves spoiling and taking care of her, and now that his children are grown up, he never wants to have to spend a moment away from her.
Personality : Syem is a kinder form of naga, and views himself no better and no worse than the four-leggers. He's normally calm and doesn't have any habits that involve freaking out. Occasionally, he frets over his daughter and grandchildren, and he has a habit of getting irritated when he can't manage to pronounce his own name. He's had trouble convincing himself that his babies are all grown up and can take care of themselves now.
One of his favourite things to do is to spoil his mate and daughters as much as he possibly can. He loves buying them things and making them things and doing things for them. He is a complete and total wet blanket for all of them on top of it. No matter what any of them want, he is a slave to their desires.
Roleplays :
Notes : I won Syem as a semi-custom from the Advertising Contest for the Birthday Bash. ♥
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 5:42 pm
 Jaione: Mistress of LightningBasque name meaning 'nativity'. : Name Origin
[baby] [child] [teen] [adult] : Past Stages
purple : Posting Colour
Only for Luke : Breeding Status
: Looking for
Friends
Enemies
Old classmates
Old teachers
Cattaur : Species
Adult : Age
Female : Gender
Heterosexual : Sexuality
: Turn-ons
Sweetness
Protectiveness
Patience
Cooking skills
: Turn-offs
Hot-tempers
Arrogance
Laziness
: Interests
: Activities
Painting
Dancing
Celebrating
Enjoying life
: Skills
Electrical magic
Survival [in the woods, etc.]
: Loves
: Fears
Parents :
Syem (Foster Father/Naga)
Siblings :
Winter (Foster Sister/Naga)
Tilara (Foster Sister/Naga)
Isobel (Foster Sister/Naga)
Mate : Lukey (My Lukey~ He helped me to learn water magic and together we made Vesna uncomfortable. ♥ Sigh... I love him so much.)
Decedents :
Friends :
Vesna (Oh, she's my best friend in the world!! The two of us were practically raised together thanks to my dad and Luke barely knowing how to be parents~)
Eifa (A good friend that I met while I was in training. He tried hard to court me, but failed. I have my own suspicions about that boy's... preferences.)
Enemies : None (for now)
History : Jaione was abandoned when she was very young, and thus has been raised independently for much of her life. Syem found her mewling at the base of an apple tree, and earned her trust after he fed her. She assumed she would leave soon-after, but once the two met Vesna and Luke, any idea of leaving left her immediately. She, understandably, prefers the cattaur over the others in their little group of 'taur, but is satisfied with staying with Syem. As a child, she discovered her talent for magic, which resided in electricity that she generated through the air. She can do quite a few different little tricks with it, and enjoys playing with other things that conduct electricity, such as water. She has quite the crush on her best friend's adopted father, Luke, however, which could lead to some trouble.
As a teenager, Jaione left to a small magic school in the mountains of the forest, where she would hone her abilities until she was a decent ways into adulthood. After that, she came home with magic tenfold the powers she'd had upon leaving. Now, she's a master over electricity, and has a minimal grasp of many other kinds of magic, except water, which she left to Luke.
However, this was an unsatisfactory thing to leave be to the male cattaur. As such, he took it upon himself to train her in the ways of water magic, even just mildly so. It was shortly after returning home that Jaione found herself wrapped up in that same crush's arms. Pity that it made her best friend so uncomfortable, but as long as all of the are happy, the waters seem to be at ease.
Personality : Jaione has matured quite a bit since she was a child. She's no longer as shy around people as she once was, and can show her emotions easily to people that she likes, rather than being so awkwardly flirty around them. Her magical talent has gone from surprising to astounding; her early grasp of it has emerged into a mastery of a single element and a slight talent for all the others, besides water. She's still happy and playful, but more feminine than she was previously.
Since the birth of her children, Jaione has gained a new-found respect for adults wanting quiet or private time. Every chance she gets, she'll be found alone with Luke, or will drag him out for a night on the town. She's rarely ever upset and the times she are usually are centered around the idea of her children growing up and leaving. Otherwise, she is a very happy cattaur.
Roleplays :
Notes : Jaione came from the CI Autumn Event '08. I didn't think that I would get anyone from the flat, but I suppose I was wrong! ♥ And also: Halloween Paintjob. Yay~
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:16 pm
 Vexus: Mother FigureUnknown : Name Origin
[adult] : Past Stages
#cd6889 : Posting Colour
Open~ : Breeding Status
: Looking for
A mate (Because, let's admit it, Potion... not quite mate-material.)
More four-legger friends!
Small ones to care for
Enemies / captors
More naga (Especially ones she won't get along with~)
Naga : Species
Adult : Age
Female : Gender
Heterosexual : Sexuality
: Turn-ons
Dominance
Aggression
Taunting
: Turn-offs
: Interests
Organizing events
Making people happy
: Activities
Painting bats
Relaxing
Having fun
: Skills
: Loves
: Fears
Parents : Unknown
Siblings : Unknown
Crush : Potion (G-goodness gracious...)
Decedents : None
Friends :
Enemies : None
History : From childhood, Vexus hasn't been your... 'average' naga. She's always been too kind or too sociable. Then there's another problem: everyone's under the impression that something's wrong with her, given she's been mute since birth. That was when her parents shunned her - as a hatchling, she never said her first words. Then, even as a child, not a word left her mouth. So, they left her in the small citadel she'd been born near to fend for herself. Considered the low-end of naga society, she was treated like dirt by almost every naga she ever met, and when she was old enough to fend for herself, she left. Now, she's more-or-less alone, living a solitary life and helping people whenever the chance arises. If only it did so more...
Personality : She's sweet, at least, as sweet as she can be. She can't talk, and, as such, has poor social skills and trouble interacting with other people a lot. She likes throwing events for other people, even if no one ends up showing up. One of her favourite things to do is paint bats to resemble other people, though this can result in many different reactions, some of which aren't exactly good.
Generally, Vexus is less wary than she should be about trusting other people. Any person to show her a kind touch or promise her a positive... anything, really, she would trust to do whatever they wanted, or have her do whatever they wanted her for. She's never been one to argue anything, especially considering her lack of speech. She's very placid and easily manipulated; I'm sure this won't help her in the future...
Roleplays :
Notes : I got her in a mini-auction at the CI Autumn 08 Event! >w< Isn't she so pretty?!
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:17 pm
 Alazne: The RejectBasque name meaning 'miracle'. : Name Origin
[teen] [adult]: Past Stages
#8b1c62 : Posting Colour
Open~ ;3 : Breeding Status
: Looking for
Closure (OHLOL)
Revenge
Enemies
Friends?
Wolftaur : Species
Adult : Age
Female : Gender
Heterosexual : Sexuality
: Turn-ons
Mystery
Arrogance
Quiet
Sweetness
: Turn-offs
Bossy
Ill-tempered
Lecherous
Easily manipulated
: Interests
Love?
Cooking (She wishes...)
: Activities
: Skills
Escape artist
Self-defense
Camouflage
: Loves
Darkness
Odd shelters
Apple cider
Chicken
Snow
Ice
Cold weather
: Hates
Reyson
Hot weather
Females
Sleeping
: Fears
Parents : Unknown
Siblings : Unknown
Pining After : Triston (Stupid... stupid, stupid, STUPID me!)
Decedents :
Blake (Foster Son/Wolftaur)
Friends :
Reyson (Stupid furball.)
Jackie (A nice boy. Too much of a romantic, though.)
Vladamir (He's sweet, but seems like a bit of a lech... not that I mind, though... he was very kind to me, after all.)
Enemies :
Her Clan (I wonder why...)
History : As a child, Alazne was captured by a group of rouge wolftaur and forced into slavery, which is where she earned the pretty little chain around her neck. She was kept there for longer than she can remember, always listening to the women who would pray for her escape, until one day, she did escape. She was only a teenager at the time, but she managed to get away from that band of rouges rather easily. Now, however, she's very paranoid and untrusting; she is still, in fact, their property, not independent of her own fate. She's trying hard to keep away from them, however, whatever that might take.
As a teenager, it wasn't long before she ran across someone who was honestly kind to her: A cattaur named Triston. The male was quiet, reserved, and very neutral in a way that only made Alazne wonder more and more about him. The two had an adventure of sorts that ended in a blizzard. The both of them found shelter, and soonafter -when getting snow to melt into water- Alazne found a small wolftaur pup. From that age, she raised him, though Triston left at the turn of the seasons, and she was alone raising the boy for a long, long time...
Only time will tell whether or not Triston will return.
Personality : Alazne is cold and doesn't trust people easily. She seems to have a knack for relationships with cattaur of whatever sort, and manages to stay out of trouble for the most part. She loves hot drinks, as well as well-cooked food that she usually steals from various villages. Chances are, if she's mean and teasing, she likes you, and if she's really nice and listens a lot, that also means she likes you. However, she doesn't like you if her first thought is to fight, or to run; of course, she might do that anyway. In case it wasn't obvious, she's very hard to read.
Roleplays :
Notes : Squee!! I won Alazne in a raffle for the Autumn event, and she is probably one of my FAVOURITE of my 'taur, not to say that I don't like the other ones any less. <33 I've vowed not to enter another raffle unless I like the 'taur as much as I love her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 4:50 pm
 Eifa: Degenerate TelepathA variant spelling of the Hebrew name 'Efah', meaning 'darkness' or 'gloomy'. : Name Origin
[adult] : Past Stages
darkviolet : Posting Colour
Open, bby! ;D : Breeding Status
: Looking for
Friends
Open gays
More friends
One-night-stands
Cattaur : Species
Adult : Age
Male : Gender
Homosexual (Denial): Sexuality
: Turn-ons
Kindness
Protectiveness
Care
Shyness (Just a bit!)
: Turn-offs
Overly-shyness
Denial of compliment
Stupidity
Arrogance
Baseless meanness
: Interests
: Activities
: Skills
: Loves
Bells
His parents
A warm bed
Ribbons
Soft fabric
: Hates
Being called gay
Holidays
Other parents
Sleeping
: Fears
Parents : Unknown
Siblings : None
Pining After : Dipaka (I only met him once... he was so kind to me... wait! No! Not gay, not me!!)
Decedents : None yet!
Friends :
Jaione (She was very nice when we met at the school, along with mentoring me quite well, even if she never wanted to have anything to do with me in a relationship...)
Vesna (She's so pretty... she's the one I really like, you know. Not Dipaka. Ever.)
Enemies : None yet!
History : As a kitten, Eifa grew very ill. For weeks, he was bedridden, crying on and on, carrying a fever that would not break. His parents were terrified that they would lose him, something they could not bear after the young death of an elder child. Many doctors came, but none were able to give them any kind of hope to saving their child's life. There was a night in which both parents stayed up the whole night long, taking turns holding and coddling the boy as he tossed and turned in their arms, his only sounds weak, pathetic mewls; he'd lost the strength to cry that night, causing his parents to fear that, if they slept, he would not be helped if he was in pain.
It was during that night that a figure came to them -'a spirit', they would later recount, 'or a shade'- regardless of its origin, the beast came to them, and took their child in its arms. Quietly, it spoke that the child could be healed, but only at the cost of his speech, his communication with the rest of the world for his life. Without a second thought, they agreed.
Voiceless, Eifa grew with a desperation to learn how to communicate with others, and a knowledge that it wouldn't be possible, and even if it was, it wouldn't be easy. To spare himself the teasing, the boy was educated from home for a majority of his life. He spent much of the time with his mother, learning to cook and clean; his father was the one who would take him out from time-to-time, teach him to hunt and to fish. He was a well-rounded child, if a little socially awkward.
As a teenager, he left to a school that resided far in the mountains, a school that housed many old and wise scholars of the cattaur breed. There, he would learn from them. He would be expected to live a solitary life outside of his lessons; assembling his own shelter, acquiring his own food and water, practicing and studying for hours on end. He remained there until adulthood, leaving only once he had a firm and sure grasp on the talents that he'd taken so long to hone.
Personality : Eifa tends toward being a little bit of an egomaniac. He flirts with every attractive female he comes across -which are most of them, he's not picky- in the hopes of proving to them and himself a secret that he'd take to the grave if he could. If he truly warms up to a male, as he has once before, he may even allow himself to show these feelings and differences about himself, but that's a rare occurrence. He's shallow, in case that wasn't obvious, and enjoys gallivanting around, doing things that are all play and no work. One of his favourite things in the world is the bell that he has tied to his tail.
Roleplays :
Notes : SQUEE!! My first semi-custom. I mean, first that I actually paid for. xDD He's so CYUTE!! He was going to have edits, but I was too impatient to wait for permission from Syr, so he doesn't. |D
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 5:00 pm
 Tsukasa: Airy GraverobberUhh... hack://sign? : Name Origin
[baby] [child] [teen] [adult] : Past Stages
thistle : Posting Colour
Open~ ;D : Breeding Status
: Looking for
A mate
Her-age friends
Enemies
Sparring partners
Teachers
Experiences (PM for details.)
Cattaur : Species
Teenager : Age
Female : Gender
Bisexual : Sexuality
: Turn-ons
Energy
Spontaneity
Risk-taking
: Turn-offs
: Interests
: Activities
Colouring
Dying fabric
Painting
: Skills
Juggling
Wind magic
Archery
: Loves
Wind
Violent weather
Ponds
Fish
: Hates
: Fears
Parents :
Siblings :
Mate : Nada. Not even a hope.
Decedents : None!!
Friends :
Taran (He's a girl, seriously. At least, he kinda acts and looks like one. I don't understand the vegetarian thing.)
Sylas (I like him lots! Well, except that maybe I don't want to stay with him... not forever... He's a bit of a downer.)
Clea (Not sure. She seems angry, but she's definitely pretty.)
Andreas (I liked him! He was sweet and cute and thought my magic was awesome!)
Enemies : Nope.
History : Tsukasa has in no way had a difficult life. From childhood, she and her brother were the treasures of their mother, Jaione, and were most certainly treated as such. Much as other children, she was sent to lessons from older, more learned 'taur a few times every week. She discovered her talent for wind magic at a very early age and, once she learned all of the things that she could do with it, discovered her passion for performing, hearing people applaud the amazing, reality-defying tricks that she was able to perform...
Personality : Tsukasa is like a bird: Free-spirited and light-hearted, coincidentally also resembling her magical talent. She a kind girl, yet very much playful, and jokes in a way that some people may take offense to. For the sake of her own future popularity, she adopted a slight lilt to her voice, though it's now become simply custom for her to speak like that. She's friendly and very trusting, as well, though that can't last forever...
Roleplays :
Notes : Hurray for first breeding!! <3
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 10:51 am
 Anja: The TearfulVariant spelling of the Russian name 'Anya', meaning 'favor; grace'. : Name Origin
[adult] : Past Stages
indianred : Posting Colour
Open : Breeding Status
: Looking for
Friends
A mate
Kind people
Plots
Enemies
Something violent
Cattaur : Species
Adult : Age
Female : Gender
Unknown : Sexuality
: Turn-ons
Kindness
Sensitivity
Non-judgmental
: Turn-offs
Rudeness
Impulsiveness
Interrogative
: Interests
Healing
Helping people
Caring for children
: Activities
Socializing
New experiences
Having fun!
: Skills
: Loves
Candy apples
New things
Sweet food
Exotic spices
Rare species - of anything
: Hates
Meanness
Questions
Her condition
: Fears
Being hurt
Death [in general, not just her's] Parents : Unknown
Siblings : Unknown
Mate : None
Decedents : None
Friends :
Lumear (Oh, he's so kind! He's often hurt, however, so I must train even harder to become good at healing wounds, so that I may heal his!!)
Enemies : None
History : Anja continues to live with her parents, even at her current age. They've always been a well-off family, rarely having to raise themselves up to do any kind of work. The young woman lives in town, yet has almost never been to any of the festivals.
All of these odd coincidences -aside from her parents' wealth- stem from the fact that, after a fairly traumatizing tumble down a blessedly short cliff, she developed a problem known as haemolacria, meaning that blood seeps into her tearducts, making her appear to cry blood. Even before then, the girl was very sensitive, crying at every little bad thing that happened. As such, rather than subject her to the screams and tauntings of the children in school, her parents chose to keep her at home and teach her from there.
So she's lived a good life, always eating good foods, always around good people. She's rarely been hurt, and is as innocent as a child in many different ways. As the adult that she is now, however, she has taken it upon herself to see all that she has missed in the world - one step at a time!!
Personality : If it wasn't already fairly obviously, Anja is extremely innocent. She knows very little in the ways of the world beyond what she learned from her parents and from storybooks. She's extremely naive, trusting anyone willing to give her the time of day, and is very sensitive. There's a high possibility of the girl bursting into tears if you trip and skin your knee; even if it doesn't hurt you.
Roleplays :
Notes : Auto-bought from the Autumn Event '10. She suffers from Haemolacria - she cries blood.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 9:41 pm
 Mesmer: Sadistic Royal??? : Name Origin
[egg] [child] [teen] [adult] : Past Stages
burlywood : Posting Colour
>;DD : Breeding Status
: Looking for
Enemies
A caretaker
Minions
Pets
Naga : Species
Sexy teen beefcake : Age
Male : Gender
Unknown : Sexuality
: Turn-ons
Innocence
Fear
Naivete
Nervousness
: Turn-offs
: Interests
Minions
Pets
Body modification
: Activities
: Skills
: Loves
Cute things
Especially naga
Small, sweet naga
: Hates
: Fears
Parents :
Siblings : Unknown
Mate : None
Decedents : None currently
Friends : None
Enemies : None
History :
Personality : Mesmer is and always has been a horribly cruel and sadistic creature. He cannot see anything that he finds sweet or cute or innocent and simply leave it as such. He has to torture it, exploit it, do whatever he can to make everything worse. To make it hurt and cry and make it never so cute and innocent again, so everyone can be horribly jealous of the fact that they'll never see it as such again.
Roleplays : None yet.
Notes : My super sexy and evil semi-custom naga. He's the first naga I've ever gotten with a plan to make him cruel and evil and all that.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:41 pm
 Valentine: Blind WarriorEnglish form of Latin Valentinus, meaning "healthy, strong." : Name Origin
[baby] [child] [teen] [adult] : Past Stages
peru : Posting Colour
Reserved! >D : Breeding Status
: Looking for
Friends
Enemies
Crushes
Girls to protect
Cervitaur : Species
Teen : Age
Male : Gender
Heterosexual : Sexuality
: Turn-ons
Coyness
Innocence
Sweetness
Clumsiness
: Turn-offs
Masculinity
Rudeness
Trickery
: Interests
: Activities
Practicing things
Archery
Hunting
Gathering food
: Skills
: Loves
: Hates
: Fears
Unluckiness
Becoming his father Parents :
Siblings :
Mate : None
Decedents : None yet.
Friends : None yet!
Enemies : Nada~
History :
Personality : Valentine is the sweetest little boy ever, despite the rarity of a smile on his face. He's very serious despite everything, thinking himself a knight of sorts. Whenever someone seems to be in need of protection, he'll find himself at their side, especially if that someone is a beautiful damsel in distress! He loves his mother and loves taking care of her and doing things for her, even though he's not terribly helpful with his lack of sight. He isn't a big fan of his father, however, terrified of becoming like him; weak at the sight of women and the most clumsy and unlucky thing on the planet.
Roleplays :
Notes : He's got his Mama's poor eyesight problems, but he tries to ignore them and never, ever uses them as any kind of excuse. Ever.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:46 pm
 Winter: The ProtectorIt's a season! :D : Name Origin
[baby] [child] [teen] [adult] : Past Stages
pink : Posting Colour
owo : Breeding Status
: Looking for
Friends
People to protect
A crush
Naga : Species
Teenager : Age
Female : Gender
Homosexual : Sexuality
: Turn-ons
Kindness
Affection
Commitment
Sweetness
Confidence
: Turn-offs
Cruelty
Unfaithfulness
Self-pity
Clinginess
: Interests
Decorating
Painting
Artwork
Sculpting
: Activities
: Skills
Painting
Designing
Sculpting
: Loves
Her parents
Her siblings
Hugs
Snuggles
: Hates
Her mother's possessiveness
: Fears
Parents :
Siblings :
Mate : None yet
Decedents : None!
Friends : None yet!
Enemies : None yet~
History :
Personality : Winter is quite different from her mother, and different from her father as well. She's a sweet creature, soft spoken and kind to most people she meets, though she's very hesitant around four-leggers, not sure about trusting most of them from some of the things she's heard. She keeps to herself most of the time, working on artistic things of every variety. She prefers females to males in every way, and wants to find a sweet girl to take care of one day.
Roleplays :
Notes : Another breeding baby! She's extremely sweet and I can't wait to play her!
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:48 pm
 Arvilla : Name Origin
[egg] [child] [teen] [adult] : Past Stages
lightsalmon : Posting Colour
Open! : Breeding Status
: Looking for
Syrin : Species
Child : Age
Female : Gender
Unknown : Sexuality
: Turn-ons
: Turn-offs
: Interests
: Activities
: Skills
: Loves
: Hates
: Fears
Parents :
Siblings :
Mate : ()
Decedents :
Friends :
Enemies :
History :
Personality :
Roleplays :
Notes :
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 6:53 pm
The more the merrier! Five!!
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