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 Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:30 pm
 Art & Store Concept © Glampanda
Pet Personality © Tangled Puppet
Guardian OC © Tangled Puppet
Please do not post in this journal with out permission from Tangled Puppet (staff excluded from this of course).
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:45 pm
✖Navigation 1. Intro
2. Navigation
3. Updates
4. Rune's Bio
5. Jerrik's Bio
6. Their Home
7. Relationships
8. Milestones
9. Possessions
10. Growth Requirements
11. RP Log
12-15. Reserved
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:50 pm
✖Updates 1/10/2010 Leif reached the adolescent stage. Yay!
1/10/2010 Third journal entry done.
1/9/2010 First and second journal entry done.
12/28/2009 Leif has been found!
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:51 pm
✖Rune's Bio  Full Name Leif Rune Erich
Nickname Is known by those closet to him as Rune. Introduces himself via his full name and therefor is usually called Leif or Mr. Erich or Erich by those who do not know him personally.
Gender Male
Age 12-17 years old
Species Garrion
Occupation Assassin in training
Group of Allegiance Neutral Resistance
Morals Chaotic Neutral
Likes
Dislikes
Personality As a young child Rune was playful, easy going and fun loving. A venture to a local festival seemed to change the outlook on life the boy use to have. Now, tough, sarcastic & not exactly in agreement with the war (though he never was in agreement with it), Rune has mostly been a loner in his childhood. As a small child he was always getting into scrapes because of disagreements with other children. The first fight he had as a child caused something inside of him, some thing in his heart, to turn cold and hard; blocking against the hurt of insults spat at him daily. Not only for his disagreements on the war but for his heritage and race.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:52 pm
✖Jerrik's Bio Full Name Jerrik Meine Erich
Nickname Doesn't have one
Gender Male
Age Late 30s
Species Garrion
Occupation Warrior
Group of Allegiance Neutral Resistance
Morals Neutral
Likes
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Personality
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:59 pm
✖Growth Requirements Note
A solo/journal entry must be at least 500 words.
1 RP = 2 Solo/Journal entries
----Adoption>>>Found
Journal Set Up: {✔}
----Found >>> Adolescent
Journal Posts: {✔} {✔} {✔}
Closed or Open RP: { } { }
----Adolescent >>> Adult
Journal Posts: { } { } { } { } { } { } { } { }
Closed or Open RP: { } { } { } { } { } { }
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 2:00 pm
✖RP Log [PRP][Meri&Leif]✖ Link
✖✖✖ In Progress
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 2:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 2:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 2:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 2:07 pm
✖Reserved Rune clung to Jerrik’s hand as he pulled his father through the crowd of the festival. Excitement flooded through the young Garrion’s body as the crack of fireworks sounded in the distance. This was the first festival he’d ever been to and the playful soul in the child had yet to be extinguished. Rune was fully enjoying himself, oblivious to the tension that built in some of the festival goers bodies as Jerrik and him passed through.
Jerrik, ever the watchful parent tightened his grip on Rune’s hand. He’d be damned if he’d loose the child in this common populated village. Jerrik’s blue-green eyes flicked from side to side, keeping an eye on anyone who so much as looked at them wrong. An old warrior, Jerrik called to his skills from days past to keep a watch on his little bundle of hyperness.
“Look, look!” Rune pointed towards the sky with a look of amazement spreading across his face. A slight jerk shuddered through Rune’s body as another firework was set off. Rune’s already bright eyes sparkled in the faint light set off by the sparks of the fireworks. Jerrik smiled as his eyes traveled up to take in the sight that his child was so fascinated with.
In that short of a while, Rune managed to tug away from his father. Snickering, in the innocent, child like way, he ran off in a direction from his father. What child wouldn’t take advantage of a situation like that? Rune slowed his steps as he looked around for other children. Maybe he’d make friends? He sure hoped so.
The whisper of young voices finally reached Rune’s ears. He listened, trying to catch bits of the conversation, so if he decided to join them, he wouldn’t be left out. Slowly a frown crossed his face. Surely these could not be kids. They were talking of things no kid, no one, should enjoy; Slaughters that the war had brought on. Rune stepped out of the shadows, ready to confront the group who were taking joy in others pains. His own opinions on the war, though he was just a child, were strong. He was against it full heartedly.
“You shouldn’t get such pleasure out of something so horrible!” Rune shouted over the other voices surrounding him. They were in an alley, away from adult ears and eyes. He flexed his small wings and spread them out to their full length, though at that time, they weren’t too large. Rune had never been in a fight but his mind told him it couldn’t be too hard to dispose of a few children his own size and age
“Hmph…and what do you know Garrion scum?” The largest child spat in Rune’s direction. “This war is the best thing that could happen. Soon the United Empire will win and all the others will be annihilated.” The boy let out a rough laugh far too mature for his body, corrupted by his parents more than likely.
Rune clenched his fists shut and bared his teeth, ready for a fight. At this sight all the other kids in the group joined in the laughter. Only this time, they were laughing at Rune and the show he was putting on. In a blink of an eye he launched himself from the spot he was standing in and towards the common boy. Bringing his fist back quickly he readied himself for the impact his hand would make.
However, the feeling of skin against skin never came. Looking up Rune saw that his attack had been stopped easily by the common boy. “What the…” he muttered as he skipped backwards, only to have arms wrap under his arms and up over them, holding them in place.
“You should learn your place.” The boy who’d done the most talking was now standing so close to Rune he could feel the warm breath on his face. The boy brought his fist back and then forward. Connecting with Rune’s stomach and knocking the breath out of him. This caused his legs to give out as he tried to regain his normal breathing. More punches came to Rune’s face. All he could was sag there and take them. His eyes closed tightly he bit into his lower lip, trying to drown out the pain of the fists. However, that didn’t work. When Rune let out a yelp of pain the cruel children backed off. “Next time, mind your own business.” They each kicked dirt into Rune’s face as the sped off into the darkness.
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“Rune…Rune where are you?” The familiar voice of his father sounded in his head. Slowly, Rune pulled himself up off the ground. Pain ran through his abdomen and head while blood ran from a cut on his forehead. “RUNE! Whatever the hell happened to you?!” Jerrik exclaimed as he knelt down in front of his son.
“They…they were talking about horrible things..” Rune sniffled and whipped the sleeve of his clothes across his eyes, not wanting to betray the weakness of crying to his father, who was so strong.
“Oh you foolish boy you…” Jerrik smiled slightly and patted Rune’s head with his hand. “It’s noble of you to stand up for your opinions but really, you shouldn’t pick fights when you don’t know how to fight..”
“Will you…teach me?” Rune asked as he looked up into his father’s eyes.
Frowning, Jerrik wondered if it’d be the right thing to do. “Are you sure?” He asked and got a firm nod in response.
“Yes, father. I’m sure..” Rune’s fists clenched tightly at his sides for the second time that night. His fate had been changed drastically that night. The innocence of child hood was now a strange concept to this small, Garrion child.
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