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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:51 pm
 solipsism 1874, coined from the latin: solus "alone" + ipse "self." The view or theory that self is the only object that can be proved to exist or the only thing that does exist.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:53 pm
one. intro two. you are here three. magdelen four. luka five. family six. friends seven. possessions eight. updates nine. credits ten. shove it
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:55 pm
  name. Magdelen Christine Wesley nickname. Maggie, Del sex. female age. child: ~10-13yrs origin. a clone; melizse
distinguishing characteristics. bandages covering a large portion of her skin; necrotic tissue over ribs, forearms, right leg
personality. With childhood comes an almost creepy air to Magdelen. Her stare is intense and her mouth usually turned into a faint frown; she is cold and unfriendly, taking little joy in life's little pleasures. Walking in the park just makes her feel ill; the sight of a bird with its fledglings induces near crippling sadness. She tries her best to seem apathetic to everything, and in fact she gets quite good at it over time. However, when things do get to be enough to actually distress her, she's unequipped to handle it correctly; teasing her is enough to make her run off and cry. She will never tell anyone if you get through her thick skin.
She has very little understanding of herself. Her goals are things that she thinks other people expect of someone like her and not actually things she wants or likes to do; then, when these things are accomplished, she doesn't understand why she's unhappy. It can be the most expensive, most wonderful thing for another child and she won't like it, and then she gets angry because she doesn't get why she doesn't like it. Because she should, right? Her greatest ambition is to be normal. likes. Moonlight, soft sweaters, fairy tales, music dislikes. Hospitals, needles, talking about her feelings.
theme song. Signal to Noise Gangs of New York
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:58 pm
  name. Four Luka Wesley nickname. Luka, Shi sex. Male age. 33 origin. Melise
distinguishing characteristics. Red circular halo, amber-bronze eyes
personality. Because of the way his homeworld was structured, Luka has two very carefully concocted personalities: there's the goofy and easily amused informal persona, and the stoic teacher/formal persona. Where he came from, he was an instructor of the young, charged with teaching those who were judged to have the capability the fine art of reading (which the Melizse find hard to grasp, because almost nothing is written down due to a 'hive mind') so this division was clearly necessary. At heart, he just wants to spend time reading and chatting it up with family or friends, so he's really loathe to waste his time with kids who don't want help- so he finds it necessary to be strict about what he does with his time. likes. Rousseau, his sister Marian, socializing, reading dislikes. Fog, rainy days, abstract painting, wasting time
theme song. Monsters Matchbook Romance
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:59 pm
{image pending} name. Six Marian Wesley-Delaney relationship. Original self/Aunt? Sister? status. has never met
{image pending} name. Maria Yvette Riffael relationship. Original self/Aunt? Sister? status. deceased
{image pending} name. Seventeen Niro Delaney relationship. Uncle status. has never met (legally married to Six Marian)
{image pending} name. Three Octa Delaney-Wesley relationship. Mother? Luka's legal ex-wife status. has never met (lives on Melise)
{image pending} name. Asmadai Riffael relationship. Godfather/brother?? status. has not yet met
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:00 pm
isabella. commentary.
iselda. Iselda, the days of all eclairs and tableclothes are doomed. We'll get them.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:02 pm
alice doll. A surprised-looking, but precious and soft doll given to Luka by Asmadai, intended to be Magdelen's first toy. lunatic plush. Lunatic plushies: cuddle-friendly since 2000.
headphones and ipod. a christmas gift from Asimov. Magdelen has to update it at Asmadai's house because Luka tends to accidentally blow up computers.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:07 pm
4 Solo Entries » 2 Closed RPs » 1 Open RPs
stage one. The Cabbage Requirements: 2 diary posts of any type [X X]
stage two. The Baby Requirements: 1 Closed or Open RP, 4 Solo Entries [C * *][X X X X]
stage three. The Child Requirements: 5 Open RPs, 6 Closed RPs, 8 Solo Entries [O O O O O][C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X]
stage four. The Teenager Requirements: 8 Open RPs, 10 Closed RPs, 19 Solo Entries [O O O O O O O O][C C C C C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X]
stage five. The Youth Requirements: 6 Open RPs, 10 Closed RPs, 15 Solo Entries [O O O O O O][C C C C C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ]
stage six; option two. Full Adult Requirements: 8 Open RPs, 14 Closed RPs, 24 Solo Entries [O O O O O O O O][C C C C C C C C C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X]
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:10 pm
acknowledgements.
emperialteal/romesilk. the concept of the cabbage patch glampanda. magdelen's official art aerobe. banners, dividers, main images persona 3. images in graphics m hermey. the concept of magdelen and family miscellaneous artists. all work displayed
obligatory threat.
don't be a douche; everything here belongs to someone, and you shouldn't take it.
posting permission.
romantic wishes. obviously cpk staff. obviously
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:52 pm
my hair is not charcoal but achromic, spun out like glass, sugar-spun curls in day-glo colors, like a candy- coated fairy tale in milk and dust. i pull those curls, wish it were a wig, because perfection is not my color. nothing is my color.
(i am ruby droplets on snow.)
my lips, frosted red, break along with my heart. i am who i am: i know that i cannot bind nor fix anything with rainbow stickers, pretty words, or superglue. my skin is not your skin. my fingers are not your fingers; my hipbones are too fragile to share, my eyes will not hold another, and heaven forbid i ask a thing of the broken, clinging fingers.
(i am the jar, half empty.)
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