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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 10:28 am

Username: Rabid Ice Weasel
Guardian: Dahlia
Symphony: Emmaline
Past: Sanitarium nurse
Composition: "She is Like the Swallow" by Karan Casey

Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 10:30 am

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She is Like the Swallow - Karan Casey
She is like the swallow that flies on high,
She is like the river that never runs dry,
She is like the sun a'beaming on the lee shore,
I love my love, but love is no more.

A maiden into her garden did go,
For to pluck her some wild primrose.
The more the plucked, the more she did pull,
Until this maiden's apron was full.

Then out of these roses she made a bed;
A scarlet pillow for her head.
She laid her down, no word she did speak,
And then this maiden's heart, it did break.

She is like the swallow that flies on high,
She is like the river that never runs dry,
She is like the sun a'beaming on the lee shore,
I love my love, but love is no more.

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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 10:33 am

Name: Emmaline
Song: "She is Like the Swallow" by Karan Casey

Physical Appearance
Past Life
-Fair skin
-Freckles
-Sweet pink lips
-Curly hair
-----altered by song-----
-Muted red hair
-Muted brown eyes with no pupils

Song
-Four golden wings, the lower set smaller than the upper set
-General pastel/muted feel

Personality: Emma is a generally introspective and philosophical child, perhaps what people would call an 'old soul'. She worries about and questions things children should not and gives until it hurts. She has an extremely caring personality and will go out of her way to make others comfortable. It is extremely difficult to ruffle her feathers, so to speak, and she rarely displays any sort of temper, even with her blindness.
( my characters tend to grow and develop all by themselves! D: )

Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 10:33 am

Name: Lillian Marie Duchovny
Age at death: 26
Occupation: Sanitarium nurse
Story: Lillian was born in a middle-class family with a mother, a father, and 2 older brothers. She was more or less the saving grace in her family and was raised to be a proper lady; generous and loving and motherly to all. It was logical, then, that Lillian went to a nursing school and graduated at the top of her class. For a while she worked in hospitals, but she soon found her calling in the sanitarium in the next big city. Within those walls lived people the world had forgotten and no longer wanted. They had no visitors, no personal relationships, just sickness and imminent death. Lillian moved to the city and was working there within a month.

Lillian spoiled the children in the sanitarium, bringing them sweets and toys she had purchased with her own pocket change. She sang and danced for the patients, read to them when they were tired, and held their hands as they lay dying. She adored cooking and cleaning and nary a bodily fluid bothered her. Unfortunately, time wore on this lovely woman as it tended to do in such a job. Lillian watched child after child die prematurely, parentless. She saw young people and old people alike crippled and killed by a disease with no cure. She gained relationships with these people that were so violently torn out from under her, and reality began to eat away at her. She stopped believing in a God. She danced wildly at night in the darkness of her room to no music. Some say she was losing her mind, but in her heart she was only demanding she keep her own sense of caring at the sacrifice of her own well-being.

Seeking some solace from the terror within the sanitarium, Lillian went out in search of something new. She wished to bring more joy, to express her pain and that of others in a way she had always loved: music. She found a man willing to teach her, a man she was kind to and prayed could help her. Instead, she ended up a spatter of blood on the wall leading to a scarlet puddle on the floor. She had been beheaded by Feardoc with a tied viola string. He simply looped it around her neck and pulled...

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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 10:46 am

Name: Dahlia
Age: ???

Race: ???
Skin: Blue + Green + Caucasian
Blue: right arm, right upper leg, left foot, left pinky/ring/middle finger
Green: right side of face, left upper leg, left forearm
Caucasian: torso, head, lower legs, left upper arm, right thumb
Eyes: R: blue L: green with black sclera
Hair: Mousey brown, straight, cut into a bob

Personality: Dahlia is light-hearted and happy and likes to act seductive toward those she's interested in. She may seem a bit distant at times, but she always means well. She just isn't quite used to how to deal with people, even after all these years.

Past: Nobody knows. Dahlia remembers waking up one day in an underground lab to a screamingly happy man. He called himself her creator, her master, and taught her to read and write. Once she was able to exist on her own, she did. She has no idea what she is made of or who she once was, but she is haunted by terrible nightmares...

Other: Dahlia has small, full lips that are cut from cheek to cheek, causing a permanent grin. She is also fluent in German and is not partial to human flesh, so no worries. She has no plans for a zombie apocalypse, and prefers to think of herself as a human like any other.

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