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 Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 12:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 12:55 pm
Daisy Dust (Belides)Personality: Belides is a very gentle yet bubbly character. After all, a daisy is a "Day's Eye." She believes that there is good in anyone, and it is literally impossible for her mind to figure out why people do mean things. The only thing she could ever know is that those things may happen. Headaches and nausea usually occur if or when Belides is close to anyone with extreme anger or ill-intentions. She couldn't hurt a fly, and she looks down at her feet every once in awhile to make sure there isn't a tiny insect creature that she may accidentally step on. She isn't willing to hurt anyone, even if they had hurt her first. She believes that if she goes back to attack the person who attacked her in the first place, she'd be just as guilty of violence. Belides is also a clean-freak. If anything is out of place -- one bed not made, one glass not washed, one chip of paint peeled -- she would rush to fix it. If she were to walk into a messy room of any sort, she'd be compelled to clean it. Power: But, where there is good and purity, there also must be a dark impurity to balance that out. The devil daisy, sometimes called feverfew, sometimes can cause skin irritation. So as a compensation for her purity and good will, if she ever gets angry her body's automatic response is to let it out. And Belides lets this anger out through giving a burning touch. If she manages to touch her attacker when upset or angry, they will get a rash wherever she touches them. And if the attacker had really crossed the line, and Belides gets an overflow of negative emotions, she could cause her attacker internal unease with a touch. This means anything from a throbbing headache to shortness of breath. They will also get the rash from where she had touched them. You always know when she's about to do this because she starts to emit a strange smell (she generally smells nice). But once her emotions of anger or depression go away, this ability stops working. Clothing: The dust will look quite plain on the outside besides the distinguishing physical characteristics. She’ll have white/blond hair and very pale skin as well. Belides is going to wear a plain white sundress like this one (artistic freedom is encouraged though). She is also going to wear plain white Mary Jane’s with a gold buckle to match the sundress. She wears semi-transparent white thigh-highs with small yellow bows on the sides. Distinguishing Physical Characteristics: perfect pale skin, dark yellow freckles, and vacant yellow eyes Special Attributes: Ability to sense ill-will. Never getting dirty (if she is splashed with mud, the stain will slowly fade from her skin without her washing it). Burning touch, can cause internal unease. Strengths: Cooking, gardening, chores, obedience, hospitality Weaknesses: Easily tricked, Cannot understand any mean actions of other people Daisies are a symbol of innocence. Despite their simplicity, and sometimes being overlooked, they are appreciated. Many girls pluck their petals while chanting: He loves me, he loves me not. Daisies also have certain healing properties for liver and bladder, along with other things. They don’t seem to mind when you pick their petals or go to touch them, as they have no thorns as the vain rose does. That is why I made her look simple, but make her very hard working and quite talented. Because they are the symbol of innocence, she will never intentionally do anything cruel to any other creature. But eventually, she'll probably end up hurting someone because she was manipulated to think she was doing good.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 1:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 1:04 pm
Guardian: Captain Amieroce Steele
Age: Early 50's
Height: 6'4
Appearance: He usually wears camouflage cargo pants and combat boots. Captain also wears a muscle shirt with a thin brown jacket outside of it. He also has a silver dog tag dangling around his neck. Being from a war, he is adorned with many scars, one distinguishing one goes from his forehead and cuts through his left eyebrow.
As a retired veteran, Captain Amieroce Steele, or just Cap as Belides calls him, is very fiercely protective. On the outside, he looks very inapproachable; no one would mess with him if they saw him strolling down the street. His arms are adorned with scars, and he is almost deaf in one ear. A stern expression seemed to have permanently planted itself on his face. He is a little over six feet tall and has the build of a human tank. But, as Belides would know, once you get past his cold and somewhat frightening exterior he becomes a gentle giant. As long as you mean no harm to him or those he loves, he won’t even mention the rifle he hides in his house.
As he has experienced the horrors of war, he doesn’t let himself get attached to things easily, especially other people. He led a rather lonely life before he had met Belides. He would isolate himself from other people, but when he met Belides, something he thought died inside him got resurrected. He started appreciating the little things in life and started to appreciate other people. He stopped closing himself to the rest of the world. The same way Belides tries to get the Captain to loosen up, he tries to get her not to trust too easily. He had seen Hell, he didn’t want her to see the same thing, or experience anything like it. And he knows that if he left Belides’s side she would be easily swindled by those malicious oxygen - wasters who call themselves people. His mission in life was to raise Belides into a smart Dust. He doesn’t treat her like some “Protector” or “Savior of Mankind”, he treats her like the child he never had.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 1:07 pm
RP Sample Xxsky_goddessxX  Dew.
Username: Xxsky_goddessxX
Guardian: Jane Jheuta, a black haired girl with silver eyes. Her height was pretty average, standing at 5’6’’. Her muscles were pretty toned from carrying her goods around to sell. She is a very gentle person who hates arguments and seeing people get hurt. Because of this, she fails to bump the price up when customers are bartering with her. She is often seen with a short, brown dress and a white apron on. She is around 16 years of age, and has the zodiac sign of Leo, which she believes is a mistake, for she possesses few of the confidant qualities of the Leo. She grew up in a poor family, but they had enough wealth to live a bearable life. Her father was an alcoholic, and died of insanity from not being able to feed his addiction. So now, she is trying to support a wounded and broken family.
Prompt chosen: 2
Response: ((The Dust's name is Armonie in this Prompt. Meaning Peace in Russian))
The protectors oh the humans… That was her purpose, to protect humanity from the claws of destruction. This was the purpose the great goddess Aevha bestowed unto her and the others of her kind. When she was very young, she cared not what others thought of her tomboyish ways, and what she wore, no. But now, what she did care about was her gift, and in her present case, burden was weighing heavily on her shoulders. Her essence being the cool and calming morning dew, she started to doubt her ability to protect. She stumbled over a stone on the road; she was on her way to the forest from the marketplace. Jane’s older brother was to escort her home today, leaving Armonie with free time. Instead of just going directly home as she was supposed to, she went deep into the forest. She knew that Jane would be worried, but Armonie needed to find her gift, or when the time does come, she’d be helpless.
Dodging the roots in the forest, she searched for a place that could possibly trigger her gift. Since the forest didn’t seem to be right, she decided to move into a small clearing in the forest and wait. After awhile, she felt something stir. Not in herself, but in the forest. Then she saw it, a human figure, but it didn’t exactly look like a human either. As Dew approached slowly, she got knocked back before she could even realize what was before her. Demon. The word echoed through her mind. She gasped, and was immediately engulfed by fear. She had never seen a demon before, but even a new born mouse knows that a cat is his enemy. “Ugh… Why did I have to be such a dumb little—” Before she could finish she got struck again by what seemed like a stream of corrosive liquid. This demon seemed young, and not yet matured, but Armonie still couldn’t do anything about the situation. The demon, equipped with great strength and powers, and Armonie, equipped with nothing but her bare hands and dominating fear.
Then she heard another rustle in the bushes, “Armonie?” She recognized this voice.
“Jane! No, Jane, run!” Armonie screamed towards the sound, but it was too late, the bush leaves parted to reveal his guardian, Jane, still wearing her dress and apron. The Demon seemed to recognize the bond between them and soon started bounding for Jane. Armonie, scared and hopeless, ran as fast as she could for her guardian. “Run Jane! Escape while you can!” She wailed at her guardian.
Jane looked stunned for a moment, before her eyes started to go vacant. Armonie knew what this meant and started to run faster, but tears blinded her and she stumbled to the ground. But just when it looked like Jane was going to turn into an unoccupied body, something happened. It looked like fireflies were appearing, but they had a bluish glint instead of a glow. They somewhat resembled dew drops. The Demon looked up, surprised by the sudden dew drops glinting in the air. He swatted at them, and was soon burned. Armonie suddenly got it. Her power was mostly based on psychology. Dew drops, to humanity and her, were peaceful, calming and cool to touch. But to a demon that was cruel to the deepest cavity of its heart, may have the opposite reactions. It didn’t cause peace, but caused worry, it wasn’t calming, it was stirring and distracting, it wasn’t cool to touch, but burning, like a punishing flame. But even though Armonie had found her gift, she knew that it wasn’t developed to its fullest yet. She ran over to Jane, who was bewildered and confused, and dragged her in the direction of their house, leaving the young demon annoyed and disarrayed. Armonie knew that if the demon was matured, she wouldn’t have a shadow of a chance preserving herself; not to mention her guardian! This ability wasn’t strong, it wasn’t amazing, but it was most definitely a start. Xxsky_goddessxX  Dewy Mornings!
Gaia Name: Xxsky_goddessxX
Dust Name: Mai (Ma-ee, means Never in Italian)
Dust's Personality: When most people think of dew, they think of light, cooling morning dew. But one thing they probably don’t think about is how it’s there every morning. It will always be there in the morning, through thick or thin. That is how Mai is: stubborn yet sympathetic, hardy yet gentle. Despite the fact that she doesn’t anger easily, and she is usually very tolerant, she will not hesitate to prove herself just as good as anyone else. She proudly calls herself a tomboy, and flaunts it through outstanding athletic skills and never keeping her clothes stain-free after a 24 hour period. Contrary to her appearance, Mai does have a feminine side as well (though she denies it). She enjoys lying down in a big field and watching the clouds go by, or sitting in the forest for hours simply listening to her surroundings. Though some people may think of those hobbies monotonous, she enjoys the peace that it brings to her.
Some could say she isn’t suited to her essence, but there is much a lot of people don’t know about her.
Guardian's Name: Charissa Steele
Guardian Personality: Charissa is very different from Mai. She is very dainty and her arch nemesis is arguably mud. She is known more commonly as “That Neat Freak” or “That Dance Chick” than her own name. Not that any of this bothers her. She doesn’t socialize much anyways. She spends all her time in a dance studio, making up choreography, stretching, or even just listening to music. There aren’t a lot of people who truly understand her. Most people think she’s just a shy, eccentric girl, just a wallflower without any importance. Charissa rather enjoys having a low profile, be as subtle as she could with her strange clothes anyways.
The only thing about her that doesn’t classify her as a vain princess is her differing wardrobe. She acts graceful and careful, but instead of doing this in girly and elegant attire, she prefers to do her prancing in floral leggings and eye-sore leg warmers. And again the nicknames come up but she wouldn’t even turn her head at those.
All in all, she is an elegant and dainty girl with an atypical wardrobe.
Prompt Chosen: #2
Prompt Response:
In her lifetime so far, there had been a lot of things that Mai wasn’t able to do that a lot of her friends could. Run around shirtless for example. The last time she attempted that Charissa threw a fit and only let her wear dresses for two whole weeks. That was the last time Mai decided to do that. She had also tried one of those buzz-cuts all her friends had. That also didn’t go so well with Charissa. Mai was forced to wear a cap for months because she couldn’t stand all those wigs Charissa offered her. Another thing was peeing standing up, but she probably didn’t even want to try that; so most of the time, when a challenge arises, she would be the first in and the last one to back down at the sheer impossibility of some of the trials; if she decided to back down at all.
Today was one of the days where one of those insane challenges arose, the kind that was made more for gaping at rather than completing. It was one of those days where it was too cold to go swimming, but too hot to stay in a tree house all day as well. It is usually on one of these ambiguous what-the-heck-can-we-do kinds of days that a challenge pops up. But it was Rick that suggested it. And everyone has to listen to him. “That ol’ junkyard near de edge ‘o this town,” he started with his farm boy accent, “Has a huge dog in’it. I think it’s a ro’weiler.” He continued, a challenging smile played on his lips. “E’ry one’s scared o’im, ‘specially the girls.” He said, looking pointedly at Mai. Everybody laughed, as usual when someone pointed her out, especially because she’s the only girl in their troop.
But Mai stood her ground and acted unmoved, “So what’s y’point?” She raised an eyebrow as best she could while squinting at the sun, “Go fight it?” Despite her growing up in the countryside, her accent was a mix between Charissa’s impeccable English and the careless putting together of letters of her peers.
“O’ course not, we’d ne’er do that with a girl around!” Rick laughed, looking around him. He seemed to be absorbing power from those laughing with him. But that might have just been Mai’s point of view. “Whoe’er can run through the yard an’ climb up the opposite fence wins. Easy enough for you, doll?” he sneered at her, “I heard that one time…”
Mai stopped listening once Rick started with the stories. They were never true; she was there for half of them, so she had taken it as a fact that Rick would hyperbolize every situation. She had heard enough stories, time for more doing, “‘Kay Rick, I’m up for it!” Everyone else went silent. Rick seemed to have an expression of pure disbelief on his face. But he soon hid it with a look of defiance, “Well if you can do’ it, so can we! Right boys?” Here came the ego again. It was the age where boy verses girl was at its prime.
In a matter of minutes, they were at one end of the junkyard. The dog was nowhere to be found. Was this another one of Rick’s lies again? No, if he brought them there, there must’ve been something to see. But Mai had to go home before the sun was behind the trees; she wasn’t prepared to wait for some dog to show up. “So are we doin’ this or not?” she asked impatiently as she climbed the fence.
“O’course!” Rick growled, climbing up the fence faster than she was. He always had to be first. “C’mon you guys! Y’don’t wanna let some girl beat ya!” He encouraged the rest of them. Some of them seemed doubtful at first, but with no dog in sight, they, too, scaled the fence. Rick was the first one to jump down and start running, followed close by Mai. She was not going to stop for anything, or so she thought. She was prepared to ace this challenge. As she heard her friends land behind her and start running, she also heard a faster patter of feet: paws. “Run faster! ‘Ere comes the rot’weiler!” Rick yelled. He was only a few meters away from the fence, with Mai not too far behind him. Right when Mai was almost neck in neck with Rick, she heard a yelp from behind her.
Looking behind her she saw Chuck fall to the ground: Chuck, the kid who had problems with weight. At times Mai wondered if he had more trouble fitting in than she did. Looking from Rick to Chuck, then Rick, then back to Chuck again, Mai knew there was a choice to be made. Beat Rick in the race and win her place permanently in the testosterone exclusive group, or save Chuck from a nasty mauling. Everyone was already passing Chuck without a second glance. The dog was fully visible by now, its teeth gnashing viciously as it saw the intruders, probably the reason why everyone was running for their own lives. But Mai remembered something Charissa had told her. No matter what everyone else thought, she was in truth stronger than them all: she was different. Gritting her teeth with determination, feeling the beads of sweat stubbornly gathering on her forehead, trying to convince her that this wasn’t a good idea, she turned tail and started running towards Chuck. “Help! The ‘weiler’s gonna skin me!” Chuck wailed in a shrill voice. Mai was very nervous. She hadn’t used her powers in a long while, and she highly disliked using them. It was another thing that set her apart from everyone else. If they knew, well, let’s just say things wouldn’t turn out so great. She closed her eyes and summoned all that was inside of her to help Chuck. Grabbing his hand she ran, but she always felt like she was being held back. It was like one of those dreams where you’d try to run away, but can’t. This time it was a reality, and it wasn’t her only her own life at risk, it was one of her friends. The dog was so close she could hear its breath right behind her. Soon, she’d be able to feel the warmth on the back of her ankle. She decided that Chuck was holding her back too much. She couldn’t run fast with him slowing her down, there was one thing she could do to possibly leave the situation with her life. She let go of his hand.
“Run Chuck!” She screamed, shoving him towards the general direction of the opposite fence. It wasn’t too far now, and even he could make it. Mai stayed behind, stayed to face the flea-bitten, mange-infested Rottweiler. This was the duty Aveh had bestowed upon her and other Life Dust alike. She stuck her shaky arms out and desperately willed for her powers to aid her. Anything of her underused powers would do. A few long seconds had passed and she hadn’t been bitten yet. She dared open her eyes to find the dog teetering from side to side, eyes distant. It had worked. Dew usually induces a cooling, calming sensation. By flooding the dog’s angry mind with so much calm and tranquility, it also managed to flood the dog’s mind with confusion. When there were intruders around, the dog wasn’t supposed to be calm, it wasn’t even possible! This confusion caused it to stumble and try to struggle out of its bewildered state as drops of dew orbited around its head. As soon as she realized it worked, she dashed to the other side of the junkyard and scrambled up the fence, ensuring her safety on the other side. No one was there to greet her; Chuck wasn’t even there to thank her. But in a way Mai was relieved. If they saw how feminine her powers were, with all the specks of leftover dew floating around, they’d kick her out for sure. They probably wouldn’t even acknowledge the fact she had powers. Why would they? Anyone can toss a handful of water at a dog. Would they even think about the Gods? Ha, it had been awhile since anyone mentioned worship. But anyhow, they probably thought she died or something naïve like that. She looked over her shoulder, the sun was dangling above the trees, and she was safe from the motherly wrath of Charissa. Well, now Rick has another story, he's probably telling it right now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 1:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 1:42 pm
Hi :B
I like the appearance of the dust, simple but elegant, with hints of bright yellow color. But I would just say that it's good to give the artist a bit of freedom on the clothes if they feel that it's too plain.
For the personality, as with many others who have a pure and innocent essence.. I think that you may have to expound on her personality. She's too vulnerable and innocent. I can't imagine her facing a demon any time soon, she may faint since she doesn't even like hurting insects >> maybe add a surprising character trait? Something interesting and unexpected form a daisy dust. It's up to you.
In any case, I like the special attributes! How she can sense ill-will, however with the 'never getting dirty' part, maybe you can limit it with her own skin, not clothes because would it mean that her powers are transferred to her clothes automatically? In any case, her guardian will save a lot on soap and bleach rofl
I love the guardian's personality and back story actually (selfishly, I want to know more8D). But then, his personality kind of overshadows the dust because I see more realism in his personality and he's dynamic.
So yeah, mainly add more information on the personality of the dust, because that's the most important thing for me :d
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