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 Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 7:34 pm
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 7:42 pm
 name. Hale Anselm
nickname.
birth date. 17 may
sex. male
age. baby
origin. human
distinguishing characteristics. blue-violet hair :B
personality. Hale is a pretty good kid. He's always willing to give things the old college try, whatever that means, and he often finds whatever he's doing is easy enough that he wouldn't mind doing it twice. This means he has a great deal of hobbies- from various domestic activities to fun and active intramural sports and listening to bad disco music. Sure, he won't be winning any prizes since he spreads his time around so much, but he does pretty well at the things he tries, he is okay with being a little mediocre. There's a few exceptions, of course, and these are things like bumper cars, knock-knock jokes, and horror movies. Mostly stuff that breaks out of his expectations or involves unwanted jolting or rule-changes. He also does not like dodgeball.
Some of his more noticable talents revolve around domestic ability. For some really strange reason, he popped out the crate completely aware of how the vacuum cleaner worked and things just escalated from there. Let's say it this way- god damn, if there were a Dusting-Sweeping-the-Carpet-Tidying-Up-Vacuuming-the-Living-Room event in the Olympics, maybe Hale would actually win something. He also enjoys track competitions; he is particularly good at sprints and hurdles. He has a remarkable lung capacity which is extremely evident when he goes on inevitably circular angry rants about whatever he's currently angry or anxious about.
Being someone who is very against the concept of change, Hale gets a little 'worried' (his own words) when things go on and alter themselves. This extends to haircuts, plastic surgery, home makeovers, but mostly it applies to situations that are suddenly not exactly how he expected. It does not apply to furniture getting moved around or to wardrobe changes. He is quite talented at getting himself worked up, often describing things he finds unsettling as abominations or freaks of nature. It's not like he doesn't appreciate the innovations of technology or whatever, or so he says. He just likes his life to be stable, and when something suddenly changes he freaks out. It's never a pretty sight- his cheeks puff up and his face gets all red and it's very odd and just unpleasant. This is especially true because when he gets particularly unsettled, there's a decent rain shower that will endure until he's done being mad.
likes. sunlight, flowers, rain, consistence
dislikes. loud noises, darkness
theme song. "slide" the goo goo dolls
growths. [baby]
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 7:44 pm
name. Melanie Anselm
nickname. Mel
sex. female
age. 34
species. human
distinguishing characteristics. Extensive scarring on her torso, leading up to the back of her neck. Right hand crushed and badly healed into a claw. Left hand, two fingers immobilized due to screws in the joint.
personality. She's completely human and angry and bitter and she hates her body. Not because she thinks it's ugly (as a matter of fact before the accident she believed she was quite beautiful) but it's not capable of doing what she wants anymore since her right hand, her painting hand, was mangled in an accident she claims she doesn't remember and won't talk about. She's resentful because she's thirty-four and there's nothing she can do to achieve what she wants to achieve with one hand so broken and mangled that it doesn't look like a hand anymore, more like a completely useless claw with such a lack of mobility that she cannot pick up a pencil or even use a computer mouse. The left isn't much better, but at least it has motion. Her own fear of mechanical beings means she cannot simply download herself into a mechanical body or rely on a robotic maid to assist her, either, and that only heightens the humiliation. She's sick of looking at her old paintings, in fact they inspire so much bile and anger that she keeps them all locked away in a closet in her apartment where she'll never have to see them. The injuries are old enough that they only hurt on rainy days but still so raw that she still believes she would have rather died.
Melanie used to be an artist, a great one, the sort who could coax their work off the page and into the real world. It was her passion, to her the liquids and powders of her specific style (watercolors and ink) was like the most refined of drugs, heroin made especially for her. To watch her work made most people uneasy, but to her it was the most beautiful time in the world, with every muscle stretched so taut that she felt like she was going to shatter to pieces but that tension was what made it work. During the times when she was painting, she was all mind and no body. Now she's all body and no mind, or so she feels, and she is angry, especially at the stipend she lives off of from an undisclosed source. If she could actually do the sort of work she loved, she would dispose of the checks quicker than one could blink.
Maladjusted and unwilling to move on, she cuts a more pitiable figure than she might have. Though she tries to hold a position of anger and strength, it's clear in the defeated set of her shoulders that she's just waiting to get up the courage to get the hell out of her life. Somewhere in all of that balled-up frustration and hate, there's still a remnant of the person who used to love and respect anyone who respected themselves. And when the crate meant to contain a new household computer ended up holding a small, blue-haired child, she didn't exactly find a reason to live, but she did feel a twinge of moral obligation.
likes. not much
dislikes. a lot more
theme song. "How Long Must This Go On" Beauty and the Beast. "If I Can't Love Her" Beauty and the Beast.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 7:47 pm
name. goes here
relation. mrfle
status. goes here
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 8:00 pm
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 8:03 pm
4 Solo Entries » 2 Closed RPs » 1 Open RPs
stage one. The Cabbage
Requirements: 2 diary posts of any type
[X X]
stage two. The Baby
Requirements: 1 Closed or Open RP, 4 Solo Entries
[C][X X X X]
stage three. The Child
Requirements: 5 Open RPs, 6 Closed RPs, 8 Solo Entries
[O O O O O][C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X]
stage four. The Teenager
Requirements: 8 Open RPs, 10 Closed RPs, 19 Solo Entries
[O O O O O O O O][C C C C C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X]
stage five. The Youth
Requirements: 6 Open RPs, 10 Closed RPs, 15 Solo Entries
[O O O O O O][C C C C C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ]
stage six; option two. Full Adult
Requirements: 8 Open RPs, 14 Closed RPs, 24 Solo Entries
[O O O O O O O O][C C C C C C C C C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X]
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 8:04 pm
acknowledgements.
emperialteal/romesilk. the concept of the cabbage patch, hale's official art
kindaichi renjuro. the original hale!
m hermey. hale's rp development, melanie, plots contained within
icons in melanie's post are from hollow art, a roleplaying community icon resource.
icons in all other posts are from various livejournal comms.
[x] [x] [x]
obligatory threat.
don't be a douche; everything here belongs to someone, and you shouldn't take it.
posting permission.
romantic wishes. obviously
cpk staff. obviously
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