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 Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:38 pm
The Author ⊱ Name. Anemone Marie Laramie-Ledell
⊱ Meaning. (A) Breath of Bitter Sea upon the Tears of Love's Spartan Queen
⊱ Nicknames. Ane
⊱ Age. 23
⊱ Gender. Female
⊱ Height. 5'6"
⊱ Birthday. 03/09
⊱ Status. Single
⊱ Zodiac. Pisces
⊱ Appearance. Ane is a medium tall, slim young adult. She has medium brown hair down to her shoulder blades and the sides of her hair tend to be braided held back by a clip. She has blue eyes and pale apricot skin. Most often wearing a t-shirt and denim shorts, Ane is plain and simple in how she looks. She never wears make-up except lip gloss and rarely wears dresses. As most old sirens, Ane is considered a relative of the birds (voice wise for the most part) and if she wishes can show her angelic headwings. However, she tends not to and she is quite afraid of heights so they are simply a decoration that she tends to hide. She has a blue sapphire gem on the small of her back though no one is sure why it is there, where it came from, or if it has any significance.
⊱ Personality. Emotional and caring, Ane is generous with most everything she has. She often gives without recieving and never expects anything in return. She is shy in groups but passionate. If angered or hurt, Ane has a tendency to shut down rather than argue though if one prods hard enough she can have a venomous tongue. She is an idle dreamer not letting it fall into reality. She prefers that things of the past not be brought up again though encourages people to talk about things if they are having a problem or feel sad. Selfless, she often forgets about herself and when she does remember it tends to hit her hard like a brick.
⊱ Family. (Adopted Children) Aislinn, Chailyn, Cillian, Cyrus, Dulcea, Kali, Miette, Prem, Rosalind
⊱ Friends. Alania, Azruael, Dee, Eight, Sukkubus
⊱ Likes. Animals, Candles, Castles, Caves, Children, Dreaming, Fountains, Gardens, Horses, Moon, Mysteries, Nature, Water, Waterfalls
⊱ Dislikes. Hatred, Hurt, Lies, Pain, Past, Prejudice The Tale ⊱ Name. Chailyn
⊱ Meaning. Life, Waterfall
⊱ Nicknames. Chai, Chai Chai
⊱ Age. Embellished (Around 12)
⊱ Gender. Female
⊱ Height.
⊱ Birthday. 07/18/05
⊱ Status. Single
⊱ Zodiac. Cancer
⊱ Appearance.
⊱ Personality.
⊱ Family. (Mother) Anemone
(Siblings) Aislinn, Cillian, Cyrus, Dulcea, Kali, Miette, Prem, Rosalind
(Honorary Brother/Sister) Diae, Nalira
⊱ Friends. Pretty much everyone she's met, especially
Adonis, Alexei, Diae, Lance, and Nalira
⊱ Likes. Dancing, Friends, Music, Playing
⊱ Dislikes. Being Left Out, Loneliness, Secrets, Spotlight
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 12:30 am
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"a story is often a sentence that has become elongated over a measure of time"
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ The Author++++++++++ Anemone Laramie Ledell is a twenty-three year old female. She isn't from Gaia and little is known about how she got here. She is a siren, so her voice is alluring, however she never uses it in that sense. She no longer has to stop herself from singing around others as it no longer instills unshakable loyalty and lust. She was born on March 9th making her a Pisces. She stands 5'6" and is slim, most likely from chasing around her many adopted children (most of which are quite young). She's become a bit more interested in clothing but still has a habit of looking rather simple. She has a pale skin tone and blue eyes. She has brown hair falling to her shoulder blades and often has the sides braided and pulled back or all of it in a low ponytail. The Tale++++++++++ Chailyn looks to be about twelve. She was born from the Tome in the study of the Stationary Shop on July 18th, 2005. She's a Cancer and while on the outside she may be smiling the inside is often more conflicted. She currently has brown hair like her mother, rather long and often in a plait or braid or ponytail as it's just too annoying to leave it flowing. She has lovely purple eyes that seem to be slightly duller at times. She's a bit short for her age and slender from many hours of dancing. She's a caring Tale but often shy in groups. She finds it harder to be happy now and misses her stomach symbol. She has trouble sleeping due to vivid dreams and has become quite temperamental with her growth.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 12:47 am
 +++++++++About This is a thread used to get feedback about blurbs I am writing. Since AIM tends to be experiencing PMS and makes me cut up things into itty bitty paragraphs so people can read them, I figure it's best to have a thread so I can simply post and redirect. Especially since PMs aren't always reliable in the sense that one has to be logged in to read them. My blurbs usually borrow characters from books, movies, or television that I like but I do use my own characters as well. I don't claim to own any character that doesn't belong to me, nor am I making any money off of them. I'm just playing them while my inspiration decides to bombard me with ideas. No copyright infringement is intended. +++++++++Currently I am currently musing about "Answer" by Sarah McLachlan in hopes of finding a suitable idea to use as a present for a friend. I am roughly plotting out "Hunter" by Dido both beginnings leave something to be desired. I am alternating between working on "If You're Not the One" by Daniel Bedingfield and "Rinse" by Vanessa Carlton.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 12:57 am
+++++++++ Characters: Erik, Lucienne {OC}
+++++++++ Fandom: Phantom of the Opera
+++++++++ Pairing: Erik/Lucienne I believe in how the past can never be undone.
And I believe that now, if I hold you, you can see the sun.
And I believe it now, in the future you'll let me inside.
All it takes is time to see.
All you need is room to breathe.
I can feel it through my mind,
Now all you need is me. "Come To Me" by Megan McCauley She was shaking, one phrase bouncing around her head and smothering her. She had never considered herself weak, but if one single sentence from him could make her fall apart... She sucked in a breath, body shuddering as she backed into a corner. She had no idea where she even was, only that she resided in some passage. She knew not where it led or which way, if any, would lead her to her room. On second thought, she didn't want to go back to her room. She fumbled through her mind, where could she hide? The girls dormitory would be filled with ballet rats wanting to know what was wrong if she appeared with tear stained cheeks and shivering as though she was with fever. The roof was a normal haunt for him and would only lead to temptation or sickness, neither of which she could afford. The stage was the last place she wanted to be on good days. She couldn't seek comfort from her parents, the yelling already resounding in her head at the mere thought. Madame Giry would probably tell her parents and conspire to have her sent away. The knowledge slowly revealed that she could turn to no one, and there was no place to hide- it was after all, his opera house.
He could not undo what he did nor take back what he had said, she knew that. The past was written in stone, it may fade from memory after time but it would never change. "I would wish you dead before loving you," fractured as she tried to string the words together in a way that would let her have some demented hope that he hadn't meant it. There was no other way to put it, the words did not twist into some enlightening claim that would ignite hope. He would never love her. She flinched at the thought, torn between accepting it or denying it. Some masochistic piece of her heart seemed to find sick pleasure in the pain she felt, urging her to go back and endure torture if only to get through his stubborn, thick head. Another piece was rapidly trying to shuffle away her feelings as being induced by lust or desire, either would surely make her think that she could bring some hope, a bit of happiness, and encompassing love into his life. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, forcefully brushing the tears away as sickness swirled in her stomach.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 12:58 am
+++++++++ Characters: Erik, Lucienne {OC}
+++++++++ Fandom: Phantom of the Opera
+++++++++ Pairing: Erik/Lucienne I believe in how the past can never be undone.
And I believe that now, if I hold you, you can see the sun.
And I believe it now, in the future you'll let me inside.
All it takes is time to see.
All you need is room to breathe.
I can feel it through my mind,
Now all you need is me. "Come To Me" by Megan McCauley She was shaking, one phrase bouncing around her head and smothering her. She had never considered herself weak, but if one single sentence from him could make her fall apart... She sucked in a breath, body shuddering as she backed into a corner. She had no idea where she even was, only that she resided in some passage. She knew not where it led or which way, if any, would lead her to her room. On second thought, she didn't want to go back to her room. She fumbled through her mind, where could she hide? The girls dormitory would be filled with ballet rats wanting to know what was wrong if she appeared with tear stained cheeks and shivering as though she was with fever. The roof was a normal haunt for him and would only lead to temptation or sickness, neither of which she could afford. The stage was the last place she wanted to be on good days. She couldn't seek comfort from her parents, the yelling already resounding in her head at the mere thought. Madame Giry would probably tell her parents and conspire to have her sent away. The knowledge slowly revealed that she could turn to no one, and there was no place to hide- it was after all, his opera house.
He could not undo what he did nor take back what he had said, she knew that. The past was written in stone, it may fade from memory after time but it would never change. "I would wish you dead before loving you," fractured as she tried to string the words together in a way that would let her have some demented hope that he hadn't meant it. There was no other way to put it, the words did not twist into some enlightening claim that would ignite hope. He would never love her. She flinched at the thought, torn between accepting it or denying it. Some masochistic piece of her heart seemed to find sick pleasure in the pain she felt, urging her to go back and endure torture if only to get through his stubborn, thick head. Another piece was rapidly trying to shuffle away her feelings as being induced by lust or desire, either would surely make her think that she could bring some hope, a bit of happiness, and encompassing love into his life. She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, forcefully brushing the tears away as sickness swirled in her stomach.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 2:27 pm
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"for every journey, there must be a map- but we can't always read it"
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 2:36 pm
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"there is a reason for why things must be done a certain way,
i just haven't figured it out yet"
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Rules++++++++++ The rules of this tome are simple and meant to be followed. The utmost respect is given to everyone viewing this and should in return be given to the creator. The majority of this tome is in-character and should not be taken as my personal opinion. As I see no other means of breaking rules, below are the guidelines for posting in this tome, should you be allowed to do so. However, if you offer to buy Chailyn you will be sent to the brig and tortured by being forced to watch hours upon hours of Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers until you are convinced that you're one of Rita's Monsters and the rangers are on your tail. Then I'll let you loose to live out your life in paranoia.
01 ♮ Please, send me a private message first. This will help me if I need to reserve a post in advance or on the off-chance I'd rather you didn't post. I'm sure the cases of the latter will be slim to non-existent as I doubt anyone would want to post without a reason.
02 ♮ Once you have permission to post (and I've reserved a post in the case I needed to), you may post in-character using the Post Style "Say" and unchecking the "Attach Signature" box so that the tome can remain uniform.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 4:25 pm
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"the pages are ripped, torn, and faded because i pull it out so often
it's falling apart- but it's the only thing that knows me, really"
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Notebook++++++++++ Please note that all of the playdates and journal entries from Chailyn's Simple Truth stage are now here. While the entries are still in this thread, they are not linked to as it'd just be too many links to browse through. So the following dates and journal entries are only from her Embellished stage. All ღ are links to the post in the tome, a distraction links to roleplaying threads, and a smile links to journal entries.On, this day, February 15, 2007...++++Chailyn grew from Simple Truth to Embellished Truth.On, this day, April 22nd, 2008...++++Chailyn is lost in her dreams after being released back to Gaia and then awakens.[ღ] [ღ]On, this day, April 22nd, 2008...++++Chailyn sneaks out of her home and finds her way to Durem to find Lance. [ღ] [distration]On, this day, May 29th, 2008...++++Chailyn tries to collect her feelings and thoughts. [ღ]On, this day, June 04th, 2008...++++Chailyn heads to the beach and is joined by Armel. [ღ] [distration]On, this day, December 16th, 2008...++++Nalira's been watching over Chailyn without her knowing it, until now. [ღ] [distration]On, this day, January 15th, 2009...++++Chailyn reads Romeo & Juliet and thinks about reaching out. [ღ]On, this day, January 17th, 2009...++++Chailyn decides she's going to call a friend after attempting to practice dance, but ends up heading home and doing homework. Or trying to do homework before
++++ falling asleep. [ღ] [ღ]On, this day, January 24th, 2009...++++Chailyn seeks out her mother and learns archery, just because. [ღ]Written on, this day, May 29th, 2008...++++Chailyn thinks she hates it... [smile]Written on, this day, June 04th, 2008...++++Anemone thinks she should be happy... [smile]
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 5:35 pm
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"much like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly,
a person can often turn into a beautiful friend"
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++++Is still probably my best friend, even if he said something about leaving and I probably won't get to see him much.
Armel...(Embellished)
++++Is very kind. I really need to get to know him more. He'll be a good friend I think.
Nalira...(Embellished)
++++Is watching over me but I still don't understand why she had to leave. I forgive her though, she's like my sister and I'll always love her. I do wish she would come
++++home though, it'd be nice to see her more.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 5:44 pm
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"you can't sit there, it's taken- just don't ask me by who, i don't know yet"
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 1:44 am
☐ l i g h t . w i l l . g u i d e . y o u . h o m e
a n d . i . w i l l . t r y . t o . f i x . y o u ❧x❧x❧x❧x❧ . a u r o r a
xxx{ alias: Briar Rose; }
xxx{ meaning: Goddess of the Dawn; }
xxx{ stage and type: Elder Angelic; }
xxx{ gender: Female; }
xxx{ interested in: Jack Sparrow; }
xxx{ looking for: Friendship; } ❧x❧x❧x❧x❧ 𝔩 𝔬 𝔳 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤 . 𝔶 𝔬 𝔲 . 𝔦 𝔰 𝔫 ' 𝔱 . 𝔯 𝔢 𝔞 𝔩 𝔩 𝔶 . 𝔰 𝔬 𝔪 𝔢 𝔱 𝔥 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤 . 𝔦 . 𝔰 𝔥 𝔬 𝔲 𝔩 𝔡 . 𝔡 𝔬
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 2:07 am
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"I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries,
and very frankly give them fruit for their songs."
-- Joseph Addison
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Only post if you are allowed to, this includes IUJ Guardians, Tall Tale Authors, and trusted friends. If you're not sure if you are allowed to post please PM me.
When posting please turn off your signatures, that'll help ensure that this is neat and clean making it nice to look at. On that same note, post style should be "Say".
Gifts for Kasch can be sent to me by PM or posted here, however let me know so I can make sure if I need to reserve a post I can do so.
Do not offer to buy Kasch, you cannot have him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 2:12 am
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Vampire Birds
Solo Role-Play on 01.05.07
Apartment Rooftop in Durem, Gaia
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"Brilliant idea, I'm sure. However, just how exactly do you suggest I hang out with him? Why not bring him up to the church roof during the daytime? I'm sure I'd be great company then!" he snorted, amused. As serious as he could be on the matter he honestly figured that would be the only way. He wasn't going to take the boy out at night, then he wouldn't have time for his fun. Or searching the church or wherever else he could think.
"..." Xiu opened her mouth but stopped. She rolled her eyes, he had a point. She mulled over the situation. There had to be something he could do besides making comments. "Why not take him out at night? You don't have to be a gargoyle, you could stay human."
"And I suppose you don't have to a be a girl, either?"
"Where did you grow up? Honestly, can't you ever just answer a question?"
"No, can you?" he laughed. This was fun, annoying her into anger. Maybe if he kept it up just a bit longer she'd give up. She couldn't really have thought he'd take out the little tyke. To be honest, he had nothing against Kasch. He even perhaps liked him a little but the point was he was a kid. He had nothing in common with the boy, he had little interest in the boy, and he knew that Xiu Xue didn't have the coldness to just toss the boy out onto the street. So really he had no reason to worry, Kasch would be taken care of. Not by him, which he was sure relieved everyone, but was that really important?
Xiu Xue growled, her ears flattened back as she curled her tail. Some days she wished she was a dog, she could bite him or... A deep breath and the growl lessened but not by much. Her eyes sparked, knowing full well what her mistake had been. She'd asked, suggested something. A smile, more of a smirk, appeared on her lips and she turned leaving the clueless Adam to think he'd won.
Only when she reappeared, she had Kasch with her. Adam raised an eyebrow, "What's going on? Why is he wearing a coat?" His brain told him to run away before she could do anything but curiosity grabbed ahold. What was she doing?
"Kasch, your dad is going to take you out. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"I never said that!" he stumbled looking down at Kasch. He couldn't think of how to say it without possibly hurting the boy's feelings. There might be a slight benefit if he did but he doubted it. He sighed, reaching out and taking the little boy's hand, "Come on..."
Adam and Kasch stood on the apartment rooftop. He couldn't think of anywhere to go and he certainly wasn't going to take him flying. Sure it wasn't like he was back home, where he'd surely have been shot down. Still the child hadn't shown interest nor did his wings seem very strong yet. Once in awhile, when he needed to Kasch fluttered or lifted off the ground but that was severely different from flying.
"What's that?" Kasch asked pointing towards the sky. His interest in the people below had been brief and was gone now. His eyes looked up, the sky painted dark blue with specks of light. Rather than ask about the stars or the moon, his eyes fixated on the object flying towards Adam.
"What's what?" Adam asked oblivious to things as usual. He looked around before seeing the object. His human eyes couldn't make out what it was. A blob? It was hard to tell in the dark.
"That." The little boy looked up at Adam just as the object flew in. It snapped his beak at Adam, flapping it wings wildly as it tried to stop from barrelling into him. Hovering, it snapped it's beak again trying to sink the sharp maxillar tip into any flesh. The brown feathers were similar to a tree and small tufts resembled small horns. It appeared to have a flat face but large round eyes.
"Damn, Strix!" Adam shouted as the tip of the beak ripped a small piece of flesh. He growled lifting his arm and slapping it back against the rooftop. He glared as it screeched, twisting it's head as it flopped around before standing. He moved over to it ready to step on the small creature-
"NO!" Kasch screamed, running at his father and pushing him to the side. "You can't hurt him!" he pleaded, tears flooding his eyes. "Please, Daddy. Don't, please?" he begged.
Adam looked at the boy then to the pesky strix. He raised his eyebrows as the owl moved to sit by Kasch, as if it realized he was it's savior. He'd never seen one show anything but lust for tearing flesh. "If you make sure it's not flying about trying to eat me..." he started, pausing to look at the thing. Did Kasch realize what it was? "You do know what it is, don't you?"
Kasch looked at his father and then to the bird. He tilted his head looking over it for a moment. Reaching his hand out, the owl jumped onto his outstretched fingers. "No...but it can't be bad. It's a birdy and he is pretty."
"It's a Strix. A vampire owl. It eats blood and flesh from humans, it's said to bring bad luck to anyone it comes after," Adam explained. He looked at the pint size bird. It was small and the bad luck, well it was pretty much bad luck to have a bird try to eat you in his opinion. Although how Kasch was going to feed it...
"He'll be a good bird. I promise, Daddy."
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 2:27 am
« ▫ ▪ ▫++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++▫ ▪ ▫ »
Beginning; for all things must start somewhere
Date; angelonia angustifolia hybird blooms {august}
Location; inside the megazord {angel grove, california}
« ▫ ▪ ▫++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++▫ ▪ ▫ » It was supposed to be a normal day, no putties, no plans to foil, no defending the planet, no Rita, definitely no Megazord assembly required.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 8:55 pm
Role Playing ColorsOCs and Kidlets
Anemone - Indigo (indigo)
Chailyn - Blue Violet (blueviolet)
Adam - Red (red)
Kasch - Rosy Brown (rosybrown)
Khalida - Navy (navy)
Xiu Xue - Blueberry (#75A1D0) Role-Playing Colors Directory -- Breedable Pets
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