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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:07 am
_______Info
>> Name
Ailin
>> Gender
Male
>> Owner
Loki Saimar
>> Scent
Lust
>> D.O.B
3/30/09
>> Stage
Child
>> Likes
>> Dislikes
>> Personality
Lust, Twisted, Sensual.
>> Something Special
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:43 pm
Table of Contents
[oo1] The Mule's Post
[oo2] You're here!
[oo3] Rules
[oo4] The Guardians
[oo5] Ailin - The Scent
[oo6] Growth Requirements
[oo7] Thoughts on Those They've Met
[oo8] Photo Album
[oo9] Inventory & Gifts
[o1o] Home Sweet Home
[o11 - o14] Reserved
[o15] The Credits
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:44 pm
Rules .°. Solace Scent rules apply here. Read the front page.
.°. Do NOT post without my permission, unless it is an IC note, gift, etc.
.º. That being said, if you do post, be literate and in character.
.º. Follow the Daisy Code.
.º. I reserve the right to change or add any rules. I must admit. I stole the rules from Chrys' journal.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:46 pm
The Guardians
Name: Niamh Muirrean
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Irish-American
Niamh's Font is #668B8B "Pale Turquoise"
Family
Father:
Mother:
Siblings?: Ailin Muirrean (Ironic, I know.)
Children?:
Physical Description
Height: 5'2"
Weight: ---
Eye Color: Pale gray=ish as she's blind and has been since she was very young.
Hair Color: Blond
Physical Description:
Personality
Personality: Her personality reminds people of the ocean. Usually calm and easy going, but once you get her angry, her fury is such that it makes people tremble. (Or at least stare at her in surprise and shock.) Easy to smile or laugh, she likes to reserve her words for the times that they're needed. Preferring instead for simple gestures or to sit silently with someone for hours on end, merely enjoying their company. Niamh does have a playful side, no matter how rare its shown in an obvious manner. Very independent and strong willed, Niamh does her best not to allow her blindness become a handicap.
Mentality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History
Name: Eremon mac Cumhaill
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Race: Irish-American
Eremon's font is #4A766E "Dark Green Copper"
Family
Father:
Mother:
Siblings?:
Children?:
Physical Description
Height: 6'3"
Weight: ---
Eye Color: Sea foam green
Hair Color: Dark brown
Physical Description:
Personality
Personality: Reminiscent of a burning fire, Eremon is quick to anger, but just as quick to cool down. A truly caring individual, he takes his job as guide to Niamh very, very seriously. He believes that Niamh is his little sister, even if they were born to separate families and will protect her as such. Unfortunately, though, he's a bit of a wisecrack and likes to make witty or clever statements for his own amusement when the mood strikes him. He is also a man to hold a grudge if he feels you 'owe' him for whatever you've done.
Mentality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:47 pm
Ailin - The Scent of Lust
Ailin's font is #9E0508 "Burgundy"
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:48 pm
Growth Requirements
>>Unlit Scent -> Lit Scent
[Purchase RP.] [Lighting Prompt]
>>Lit Scent -> Child Scent
[Awakening Prompt]. 3-4 days grace period.
>> Child Scent -> Adolescent Scent
[Play Date 1] [Play Date 2 ] [Play Date 3 ] [Play Date 4 ] [Play Date 5 ]
[Guardian Post 1] [Guardian Post 2 ]
[Scent Post 1]. [Scent Post 2]
[Adolescent Prompt ]
>> Adolescence Scent -> Adult Scent
10 play dates, 2 journal posts from guardian, 4 posts from Scent, Adult journal prompt.
>> Adult Scent -> Elder Scent
15 play dates, 3 journal posts from guardian, 5 posts from Scent, Elder journal prompt.
>> Elder Scent -> Scent Maker
Unknown.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:49 pm
Their Thoughts on Guardians & The Scents
They have met no one here yet.
Scent/Guardian Name
Ailin's Thoughts:
Niamh's Thoughts:
Eremon's Thoughts:
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:53 pm
Photo Album
You flip open the pages of the large, leatherbound album only to find no pictures within its bindings.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:54 pm
Inventory & Gifts
To Ailin, the Scent
There have been no gifts made to Ailin the scent.
To Niamh, the scent guardian
[o] An American Pit Bull Terrier and Chesapeake Bay Retriever mix neutered male that is approximately four years old and weighs roughly 55 pounds. This dog was trained by a professional "Dog Whisperer" to not only serve as a guardian but also a companion to Niamh. As such, he has been trained to work as a Seeing Eye Dog. He is a dark brown with a lovely brindle pattern and tends to think he is a 10 pound Shih-Tzu that can serve as a lapdog. This dog was given to her by her family upon her decision to leave home and strike out on her own. His name is Thor because his bark sounds much like thunder in Niamh's ears.
[o] A desktop computer with noise canceling headphones that have a microphone attached to them. The computer came with voice recognition software so that Niamh can "write" in it and maintain a journal. There is also a narrator on the computer that will read out webpages to her, allowing her to do some simple things online. They keyboard is customized and has braille letters in the upper right part of each of the keys so that she knows what is where. The computer was given to her by her older brother, Ailin, and the voice recognition software and headphones/microphone were a gift from her good friend Eremon.
[o] A jade necklace with one side saying, "Long Life" in Chinese and the other with "Abundance, Luck, Long Life" in sterling silver. This necklace was given to her by her friend Janet Hu before Janet left for another jaunt across the world in search of new ancient ruins.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:55 pm
Home Sweet Home
The living room is the largest room in the house and houses a large dog bed, computer desk, television, a large sofa littered with dog hair, as well as a recliner nearest the window. Along the walls there are many pictures that were hung with care, although the inhabitant of the house cannot see, she chose to have her brother and best friend hang the images so that those who visit her won't feel that house is 'empty' or spartan in its decoration. The scent of many flowers fills the room as Stargazer Lillies are her favorite, and they are brought to her fresh every few weeks. There's also a small basket for the dog's toys, and her dog does a very good job at putting them away so that his mistress doesn't trip on his things.
The bedroom is simple with only a bed, walk-in closet, and a dresser for the woman who lives in it. Each drawer of the dresser is labeled neatly with what is within the drawers, and each piece of clothing is labeled with a sticky label written in braille to indicate what it is and what color it is. This way, Niamh can dress herself without having to worry about anyone picking her clothes out for her, or having to find out later on in the day that she's picked one red sock and one white sock to wear. If you walk into the closet, everything is labeled in a similar manner, and in the corner of the room between the closet and dresser is the large basket for her dirty linens and a much smaller basket for the used braille stickies.
Not too far from her room is the bathroom, which is again simple in its appearance with a full tub, a shower and a toilet. There are a couple of pictures on the walls, but other than that the place is bare.
On the opposite side of the bathroom is the spare bedroom which her old brother or Eremon will use when they decide to visit for an extended period of time. As such, this room has extra things in it to accommodate the pair - there is a large bookcase full of books, a stereo, small desk with a laptop on it, and a very large bed...but no flowers or pictures on the wall.
To the left of the boys' room is a large and spacious kitchen where, once again, everything is neatly labeled for Niamh's use. In the fridge all of her food is labeled not only with what is inside of it but also the cooking preparations for it. The microwave and regular oven have similar indicators on them as well, though she tends to prefer to use the microwave when no one is home to the oven as she's always afraid she'll burn her house down due to not being able to see the actual time and temperature on the screen above the stove.
There is also a spare bedroom, but it is not currently in use and so has nothing in it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:56 pm
Before I forget again, I had promised to post the winning entry in the journal. So here it is, without further adieu. ^^
"I thought you cared about me, Ailin!"
"What do you mean, we're not together?!"
"Which one of us are you going to choose?"
With a sigh, the tall dashing man looked between the blonde and the brunette with whom he'd originally been having dinner with. The blonde had been a casualty - the woman that walked into the middle of an intimate dinner, which he'd planned on ending in the bedroom back at his flat. Now, however, he had two angry women bickering at him, demanding he pick one, and demanding to know what he meant by being a perfectly free man. You see, it was of his opinion that when he entered into these relationships...they were merely good dates. Ones that he left the night of or the morning after and didn't give them another thought until it struck his fancy to meet with them again. Unfortunately, he had managed to pick himself a very nice restaraunt, which he had made the unfortunate choice of agreeing to take both women to. It was their "favorite" Italian restaraunt, and so he had readily agreed, claiming that it was his favorite, too. Another white lie. He liked Italian food - but it was certainly not his favorite...Cupping a hand to his temple, Ailin rubbed at it, trying to relieve the headache the two women were giving him.
"Now, look, lasses..."
Both silenced, but shot daggers at him through their beautiful eyes, and he winced wishing he hadn't promised them both a date at the same restaurant. On the same night. A simple lapse of memory had done him in, and now all the white lies he'd told were catching up with him. Both women, one shorter the other taller, snapped at him at almost the exact same time, "I thought I was your one and only?" Again they both got quiet, this time, though, the daggers were for each other. Ailin took a deep breath before trying again, "Well, now...at the time...you were the one and only one that was in my mind..."
The daggers returned to him, and he winced once more, wishing he hadn't said such sweet, loving and tender words to them both. Clearly, they had realized he had used the same "lines" on each of them. Little white lies about them being "the most beautiful woman" he had laid eyes on, about how they were the "only one his mind could think of". While in that very moment they had been true, small stretches of the truth in the long run, but the outright truth for that moment, it seemed neither appreciated the treatment they had received and so he spoke up again, attempting to soothe the women and maybe win back just a little bit of a prize for the night.
"I promise you both, that at the moment I said those things, they were the truest of true."
The man paused, swallowing hard and absentmindedly taking a long, deep drink from the wine glass the waiter had placed on his table just seconds before the blond had walked in before clearing his throat, "I apologize if I've hurt you. I never meant to do such a thing, and I hadn't realized you both thought..." But the brunette interrupted as she stood up and roughly threw her napkin on the table before snapping, "Thought what? That I was your girlfriend? Your "one and only" lover?" The woman looked as if she might spit, but she kept her manners and merely spat out at him, "You lied, you hurt me. You hurt both of us with your lies. Neither of us are your girlfriend, we were just things for you to use and toss away, weren't we?" As the fire rolled in her eyes, the blond nodded in vehement agreement, and Ailin patted the air between them with both hands as if surrendering, "You're wrong, lass. I didn't lie. I love you both, for different things and in different ways." It was the truth, and it was a start, the brunette woman moved as if to sit down again, and the blond pulled up a chair and sat down across from him before grabbing the wine bottle and pouring herself a very full glass. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Either of you. I am sorry if you felt I did." The eyes of both women softened just a hair, though he thought the one he'd been having dinner with would kill him if he gave her a reason to, instead, she merely spoke again, reiterating the same question she'd asked earlier.
"Which one of us are you going to choose, Ailin? You can't have us both, not at the same time." Again the blond merely nodded in agreement, just a little less vehemently this time, before taking a heavy swig from her glass of wine. Ailin took this as a cue, and focused in on her, "If you're going to make me choose...then I can choose neither. That would not be fair, would it?" A sly, flirty smile touched his lips as he raised a hand to gently stroke the hand of the woman nearest him. She quickly took another heavy swig of the glass of wine, and like a proper gentleman, he offered to top the glass off, a move she readily accepted and the brunette took as her cue.
"If you won't choose, then I will. I'm leaving - and don't call me again!" With that, the woman stormed out of the restaurant, muttering about him being nothing but a lying, no good pig. The other woman, however, remained and sipped at her wine, which only prompted Ailin to turn in his chair and face her more squarely, "Well, lass, I must say you are the most beautiful sight in the world!" Another charming grin and another light touch of his hand to hers, this time she returned his grin with one of her own and a wink. Once her glass of wine was finished, she picked up the glass of water and sipped at that as he began to speak again, "I really didn't mean to hurt either of you girls. You both are very beautiful in your own right," a small pause as he reached out to stroke the woman's cheek, "however, I must say...yours exceeds hers in every way." Silently, he added "at the moment" to himself, and with a look that indicated she had caught the silent add in and was not buzzed enough to fall for his charm again, she gave him a mean looking smile before standing up, water glass still in hand, "Thank you very much for the wine, Ailin." Her heavily made up eyes glanced from his suit and tie to the glass she held in her dainty white hands, and her smile grew ever wider, "Don't call me again, sweety." With that, the charmer known as Ailin felt the drench of ice water hit him square in the chest as the other woman walked out of the place with a bounce in her step. His glowering eyes followed her, focused mostly on the sway of her hips, as he sighed and wished he'd maybe paid just a little more attention to Niamh when she'd been teaching him manners and telling him his lustful ways would eventually get him in trouble.
As he caught sight of a cute waitress he thought might not have heard about the incident, he smiled, at least there were other fish in the sea.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 5:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:00 pm
Solace Scents © Olivia Solace
Ailin base personality & artwork © Olivia Solace
Niamh Muirrean and Eremon mac Cumhaill © Loki Saimar.
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