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 Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:12 am
....][SKINTRADE][....CONTENTS
1. First post. Contents post Etc.
2. Updates, major news, trackings, etc.
3. The Criminal. The Crime.
4. First Attempt at reforming...
5. Second Attempt at reforming...
6. Prompt Response
7. Reserved. Just cuz.
^^ This is Shiva's concept quest for the upcoming ICRS. I have time, so I thought I'd put it together. Plus due to the fact that there are so many ICRS kiddlets, I would like comments/critz/public place to post this so I don't end up treading on anyone else's brainchild. ^^ ....][01..15][....
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:16 am
....][SKINTRADE][....UPDATES
02.08.09 Finished Allem. Started the third life.
31.07.09 Fleshed out the original criminal life a little bit, starting to work on Rie's first life. Hmmmm ...
30.07.09 Started setting up the thread. ....][02..15][....
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 8:18 am
....][SKINTRADE][....ORIGINAL CRIMINAL
Original Criminal
Name: Rie Shimma
Gender: Female
Crime: Cannibalism.
Also Guilty of: Conspiracy of murder. Aiding and abetting of the murder of their own species. Perjury.
Shortened Crime for Certing Purposes: Cannibalism
Full Physical Description: Rie Shimma is a little bit on the small and dainty side, kept trim and healthy only due to her new habitat. No matter that she is a full mermaid now, having spent twenty three years as a human does mean she is still unused to having to swim continuously all the time. She has kept her human coloring and lacks the extra appendages some of the merpeople have. In fact, there is a vaguely unfinished quality about her, for being so human. With pale skin that is almost translucent due to the lack of direct sunlight, and dark hair that has grown darker and somewhat coarser, Rie Shimma might be considered quite pretty for human standards, but she is considered somewhat indecent in merpeople standards.
Rie wears her hair loose, her only accesory being a gold chain she wears around her neck, a reminder of her other life. Her tail is simple in form and somewhat nondescrip, a pale gray shade rather like the underbelly of a tiger shark. In all, she is a very pretty, if a somewhat undistinguishable mermaid. There is enough to her that makes her pleasant to the eye, but not memorable.
Name and Brief Description of Home Planet: Rie Shimma lives on Earth. Not ours simply because really mermaids don't live in the deep dark and certainly don't seem to be staging coups amongst themselves. But it is like our Earth, with the same vegetation and animal species, the same landmarks and celebrities. The noticeable difference is that mermaids do exist. And insanely enough, happy endings do as well. How do you think Rie Shimma ended up a mermaid in the first place? There is magic in the pure sense that there are isolated incidents in history in which merpeople have walked the earth, and vice versa.
Personality, Powers, and Anything Else You Deem Necessary:
History (Up until the Crime): In order to properly determine the reason behind her crime and why now, of all times she was accused and found guilty, a short explanation of Rie Shimma's history as well as the recent political events of the waterworld does need to be explained.
Rie Shimma is a twenty three year old university student whose parents own a small restaurant in a small town in Hiroshima. Having spent her childhood growing up near the beach, she had the means and the opportunity to fall head over heels in love with a merman. Through fate's intervention, the young lovers were given the chance to live together: either in her world, or his. They chose his, and with the same careless abandon of youths in the throes of passion, Rie cast of the life she had known for over two decades and took up his.
Rie took up the life of a mermaid was ease. The two lived happily for two decades under the rule of the current monarch. However there were sympathizers among the merpeople to a new political group who called themselved Children of the Sea. Strongly believing that all marine life were related to each other and thus humans were the bane of the world, through a series of ingenious political manouvres they managed to overthrow the existing monarch and replace it with their own.
The Crime: At the implenetation of the new government, merpeople of human origins were rounded up. It wasn't difficult as they were the only ones of their kind to lack the extra marine appendages. Each and every one was prosecuted for crimes committed against all marine life in their previous life. They were judged in a court of law in front of a jury: however, only those who had been vegan seem to escape punishment.
Those that were most harshly punished, were those who had once been American and Japanese due to the high levels of tuna consumption. In particular, the Japanese were scrutinized for the stereotype of all Japanese people being sushi and sashimi lovers. Unfortunatly for Rie, her father was indeed a sashimi master.
Accused of cannibalism (yes there was faulty logic at work there) and through her old family connections of aiding the murder of the fish folk, Rie was sentenced as being guilty. However, her long live with the merfolk as well as the four children she had spawned meant that Rie was given a slightly more lenient sentence of not death, but life off another planet.
The ICRS was chosen to be the fitting punishment.
Personality: Rie was a sweet hearted romantic before she was accused of such a frivolous crime. She was someone who believed in magic and disney and happily every afters and had been living a sweet if quiet little live being a good mother and a doting wife. She has always been very into doing what she is supposed to do and what is expected of her. But the crime changed all of it. Feeling as if the very world has turned it's back on her to betray her, Rie doesn't really understand what the purpose of this is, and is completely heart broken at being told that not only is she going to be seperated from her family, but that she was going to remember all of it. No clean cut death for her!
Last Thoughts: Rie leaves life very bitter. She's a wife first, mother second and although she understands that there is nothing he could do about the situation, she feels very betrayed and more than a little bit angry. She wants vengeance for such a stupid political move and during the last few days spends as much time with her family as possible.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 1:05 am
....][SKINTRADE][....FIRST GAIAN LIFE
First Gaian Life
Name: Allem dan Kuat
Gender: Male
Approximate physical age when Jed-napped: 30
Physical Description: Strong is the main way to describe him. Tall and overly large, he has the density and bulk of a man who spends his time working out focusing on the potential power he's packing onto his frame. Almost to make up for being so nondescript in his previous life, physically he has more flaire and panache. With bright, cherry red skin and deep blue eyes, Allem grew up nicknamed 'Santa' for most of his childhood due to his coloring and his very outgoing nature. He has shortly cropped white hair with a tight curl to it to which now he jokes is his saving grace: if you're born with white hair, you have nothing to worry about as you age! 8D However apart from his vivid coloring, there is nothing else to draw him to your attention. Like before, he likes any extra attendages that may bring more notice to himself.
Allem is usually dressed in simple clothing, meaning the color and pattern. Usually in simple, monochrome shades or tan and brown, he doesn't wear red or green. Something about not wanting to look like a christmas decoration. His only accesory is a bracelet he wears on his left wrist made out of orange coral he has been wearing since his early teens.
Odds and Ends:
Personality: Allem entered life extremely angry and frustrated with the laws of life. But being born male into a large and loving family sufficiently distracted him long enough that in the end his life seemed more like a bad dream. So he takes to heart the lessons, but eagerly jumped at the chance to do things differently. Perhaps in the end it comes down to nature versus nurture. Allem's soul is the same, but the circumtances influencing his life was so different that he became a new person.
Allem is an easy going bright eyed young man who helps others to help himself. His nickname Santa came into being not only due to his red and white coloring, but also due to the fact that like Santa he feels as if it his right in life to try to help others. Do onto others takes a whole new meaning. Easy going and as loud and vivacious as his appearance, he is an extremely likable man who gets along with others and is popular with the other parents at the school. In fact, other than for his extremely fiercely protective nature of his own children, there is nothing about him that is similar to Rie Watanabe.
History: Allem was adopted by a family of bright eyed horned demons who love nothing more than to prove to others that the term demonic doesn't really mean that you're evil. Crazy maybe, but in the gentle harmless way a deranged gold fish might be. Harmless really, and amusing to watch. With two strong supportive parents and almost a network of siblings, cousins, adopted family members, Allem grew up understanding the full extent of family love.
Nurtured in what seems to be the correct fashion, Allem channeled the same amount of love and adoration into his professional life. At the age of twenty seven he received his teaching certificate and teaches english and history in highschool. He married not long after to a friend of family and by the time he was kidnapped had two strong young boys and a precious little daughter.
Allem doesn't have anything in his life to remember him of his time as Rie. In fact, although he does wear a coral bracelet to represent his previous life, it is more in the remeberance of the children he had left behind, than anything else. Truth be told Allem secretly prefers his life now. He is devotedly in love with the woman he lives with and is safe with the knowledge that no coup, no political over throw will touch him or his family.
The kidnapping: Allem is kidnapped on the way home from work. It's an ordinary day with nothing meaningful to it, thus he had treated it like any other day had hadn't kissed his children goodbye- nor had he spoken to his wife since the night before. Being kidnapped at a time like this is infuriating: double it up because now, now finally the Rie who had been placated all this time rears her angry head.
S/He is pissed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 3:24 am
....][SKINTRADE][....Final Life
Not Again: Information About the Criminal's Second New Life
Name: Sake T Patrice
Gender: Female
Stage: Tween
Physical Description: Tall and lean in that gangly ‘eats everything she wants but it never seems to go to her frame’ type of way. The type of girl who makes a better boy, she has pale skin of someone who isn’t really white, just doesn’t seem to tan. A bit of an exhibitionist with her body, Sake has the mentality of an old wo/man who has been given a new lease on life. Which isn’t too far from the truth. She’s lived two lifetimes into full adulthood, and revels in the fact that she is so _young_ again.
With short cropped peacock blue hair she wears in a messy cap, no one really seems to know if it’s her natural hair color, or if she’s dyed it. Cut so that it’s a bit longer on top than it is at the bottom, it resembles a wet mop when she comes out of the shower: like a skit from some comedy.
Her eyes are a happy shade of brown: like a really, really good cup of latte. Her face is normally unadorned: she doesn’t really like makeup at the moment, and after being a parent twice still holds a private horror at the thought of ‘children’ wearing makeup from such an early age.
Her clothing usually consists of things that are body hugging, but not necessarily revealing: she loves shoes (being feetless in one life and then with big man feet the next?) and usually can be found in ridiculous pairs, whether they’re gigantic knee boots like from some Japanese Lolita magazine gone wrong, or vivid rain boots in eye hurting shades of fuschia and lime green. (Hey, _sometimes_ it looks good!)
Personality: Sake (she has the annoying tendency of saying her name is “sacky-tee”) T is a very angry person, because it just sucks having to lose your kids two times in a row. In fact, she was a very bitchy little baby who really tested the limits to her parents: however, in both of lives she has never been one to hold a grudge for too long so most of the initial anger and resentment has been suppressed enough to a point that it’s really like a dormant volcano.
Having to go through all this _again_ means that Sake T is a little eccentric. It’s another chance at life and while she’s not exactly happy about it, she’s going to do everything she can to make the most of it: and to make sure it doesn’t happen again. From a young age she’s had the mentality of a really old person: combine the two lives and she’d be in her 70’s at birth. So while physically she might be new to most activities with this new body, mentality she’s bored out of her MIND (pun intended). This has lead to her really intent on pushing the limits of this life: doing what she wants when she wants without regret.
However, Sake T does have the mentality of a geezer at times. Her mannerisms and her choice of words (since she could speak she’s referred to others her age as ‘damn kids’) often belay the fact that she is AN OLD WOMAN.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 6:25 pm
....][SKINTRADE][....PROMPT
Prompt Letter and Response: D: Fall Frightening Lighthouse.
There was a light shining in the distance, pulsing. It took Sake T a little time to realize what it was. That the pulsing white moon wasn’t luna, but something man made. That it came and went in circles because it was revolving.
A light house.
She was staring at a light house, and she understood then instinctively that this was a dream. There was no light house in her neighborhood: she lived in the suburbs where the beach was a distant dream. There had been no light house in her last life, or at least not one that seemed to curve at the top like a cruel mockery of a crooked finger.
Crooked fingers.
The lighthouse looked almost like a hand beckoning from the depths of the ocean, mother sea’s pale alabaster finger exposed to her children asking them to come home. The thought opened up a memory box that Sake T had locked down a long time ago: a life time ago, literally. The sweet smell of salt touched by that under current of cool moonlight. The feel of scales under her fingers, fish scales so fine and soft on a child. The weightlessness of being located under the sea.
The thought of home was irrational. She had been separate from that life for too long. She had been cast away from that very universe for over forty years now. Who knew how long she had travelled in light years? Still, she could almost taste that particular flavor of sea that had been her niche in the ocean, the subspecies of algae unique to that small corner of the world. And she ran.
Sake T ran towards the light house as if the world was crumbling under her feet and the only safe harbor lay in the depths of the old building. She ran as if oxygen was migrating to that sole spot and leaving her behind.
She ran, quickly, breathing coming in deep desperate pants. The physical pain was numbed in the dream: and while she understand it was only a dream, she couldn’t escape the instinct to run.
Run. Run. Run as if her life depended on it.
Sake T lurched out of the dream with the distinct sensation that she was falling. It was that bottomless drop where just before the end, sanity returns and consciousness rescues the mind. She inhaled a quick gasp, the metallic taste of fear coating the back of her mouth. Light house. She remembered running, running to the top and jumping off towards the sea as if that was all it took. The fall, the never ending fall…
“Sake, are you alright?”
The voice that broke her thoughts were groggy, thick with sleep. Sake T turned over in bed to find the occupant staring at her with sleepy eyes. Right, she remembered now. She had snuck into the eight year old’s bed after being unable to fall asleep by herself. She’d used that sweet innocent scent of child and baby shampoo to lull herself to sleep.
“Everything’s fine, apple.” So sweet, so fresh. It was hardly the most imaginative nickname. Nuzzling the thatch of brown hair, she slipped out of bed. Sake T wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight, not with memories of Rie haunting her. Her children. Her life. Think on it too long and Allem would rise from his slumber and disturb her with even more haunting memories. Fresher ones.
No. Not now. Never again. She couldn’t possibly handle taking the pain all over again.
“Where you going?”
“To get myself some hot milk.” Whisky, something strong. Her guardians didn’t think she knew where they kept the key to the bar. But she had figured out how to pick that old lock a long time ago: times for situations like this, when the only thing to keep the demons at pay would be the strong sucker punch of alcohol into her young system.
Some days she was glad her body was physically old enough to give her independence, but young enough that she could trick the metabolism.
“’kay.”
The boy was only talking in his sleep, and she ignored it to pad into the kitchen. The taste of fear was growing in her mouth: not of the nightmare any more, but of the nightmare that could home. She was racing again, but this time away from an unseen threat. Memories. Memories that she had shoved down deep inside a little crack in her mind, never to be touched again until they were old enough to be painless. Memories that had rebelled.
Padding quietly to the kitchen and getting herself a tumbler (desperate times…) she snuck back into the living room and the bar cabinet, picking it quick enough with a set of hair clips and a tooth pick. The whisky bottle was heavy in grip, old and threatening with parental disapproval: one she sided with normally. But there was no guilt as she poured the contents straight to the tip of the glass, balancing it precisely so no ounce of the alcohol could over flow onto the wooden surface.
Whisky first. Then maybe she’d brush her teeth and go back to bed. Mabe this would be enough to set the nightmares in place.
She curled in a sofa in the living room, cradling the glass and the amber liquid protectively. Nothing could save her from this situation, but maybe this glass would be able to put her into enough denial that it wouldn’t matter that she wasn’t saved.
Allem was too close to her, now. He was just behind the door able to knock and walk in any second
Run through her mind with a second layer of pain and betrayal.
Sake T gulped the contents of the glass as if it was water, holding back the gag that threatened to puke the alcohol out. Her throat and insides burned: even as an adult, she had never been much of a drinker. But soon the glass was upended and she was left only with the stinging sensation of alcohol in her mouth. There. That was better. That would make it all better.
Hopefully.
Walking back to the kitchen, she washed the cup out methodically. It wouldn’t do to have her new guardians yell at her in the morning. They would understand eventually if she explained: but she wasn’t going to feel up to it. With a body this young and alcohol that strong… yeah. The hangover was going to bite her in the a** and smack her head in.
But that would be tomorrow. She’d be awake, busy in the sun and both Rie and Allem would have no chance in disturbing her with nightmares.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 9:26 am
finished! just going to wait until tomorrow to read it over properly before submitting it.
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