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SM - Duncan Haylen Captain
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 Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 7:19 am
 Username : Mei Silja Time Zone : GMT+1 Journal Type : [I-J] ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Character InfoName : James Venor Age : 19 Gender : Male Appearance :Skin pale and unblemished, reddening when embarrassed or paling like death when scared. Blue eyes the color of a warm early morning sky, yet cold as ice when they seem to stare right though you; and hair the color of raven’s plumage, framing his oval face and just to brush the end of his shoulder blades. Slime and thin figure seeming soft and perhaps weak to some, taller than a few with long legs. He has long nimble fingers that seem best for piano keys. Personality :James can be seen as a loner to anyone who hasn’t met him properly, but really he is normally so absorbed in a task at hand that he forgets there might be people around him; at times his working drive can be a danger to his health since often he might go without eating. He isn’t one to trust handouts, people trying to be nice to him and offer him food or perhaps money; he will almost seem to raise invisible hackles then stay away from them like the plague. He is stubborn in his ways, willing to ask for help if only he desperately needs it. He likes children, more so then he does adults. Children he can be seen laughing with and playing or rolling in the snow like he was one himself. Really he is a free spirit, unwilling to settle for what everyone says he should act like or understand. Perhaps he is one place for now, but how long until he moves on is anyone’s guess. Keywords [5 Max]:Stubborn, willfull, sly, allusive History : Born an only child James didn’t have much competition in his life, at least around home but during school he worked hard on all his work and never caused much trouble but to students who wanted the top place for themselves. James mother was a flower seller, all around the house were fields of different flowers; some used for tea’s others used lay over a casket when a family member died. James’s father was not around, once his mother had gotten pregnant with him, well he split faster than the weasel of his Daemon could run; or so his mother always told him but James has his disbelief's for his mother Daemon was a ragdoll cat, likely never to get along with vermin. Everything went well for the family; dry spells now and then would put them in a tight situation as most flowers needed large amounts of water, but soon rain always came again. However when James turned ten his mother’s health took a spin for the worst and she soon passed away. For awhile James tried to keep up with the flower farm but the help would cheat him and trick him; finally James gave the farm to a poorer flower seller; and left in search for his father. He really had no choice, no one took children seriously. Before his mother slipped away she told him to walk north for many days and he would come to a land made of something called snow, it was colder than anything he would have ever felt in his life. Now James is nineteen, he did not find his father but kept searching nonetheless in the place that wanted to always be winter. The few people who he would wring a reply fro, always said he is around just good at laying low. Determined to find his father James has gotten a house in one of the any small towns scattered about, he now works as a hunts man for the town, hard work but his daemon beside him normally helps as now he can ask it scare the game toward him by yelping and yowling.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 7:58 am
~+~Rules~+~ ~Follow Gaia rules I will not list all Gaia rules, if your smart you will have already read them, if not go do that now.
~No posting If I give you permission to post something then go right ahead, if not then do NOT post.
~IC ONLY If you have a problem with what I do; deal. Staff of this shop are free to bop me should I break rules or do something they do not like, but to anyone else who is not staff, go take yourselves elsewhere please if you are going to complain to me.
~Read on Welcome to the journal and have fun reading!
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 7:59 am
~+~Contents~+~
~Page one~
[01.] Character info
[02.] Rules
[03.] Contents
[04.] Update
[05.] Daemon
[06.] James
[07.] Rp log
[08.] Who we know
[09.] Reserve
[10.] Reserve
[11.] Reserve
[12.] Pre Tragedy
[13.] Tragedy (haha, post thirteen!)
[14.] Post Tragedy
[15.] Daemon and I
~Page two~
[01.] My cold horns
[02.] My frozen voice
[03.] My frosted pelt
[04.] My snow claws
[05.] Why the wolf?
[06.] And if not the wolf?
[07.] These new animals?
~Page three~
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 8:00 am
~+~Update~+~ 11/19/09 Woot, got tons done and made a few reasons for a new daemon and why the Arctic wolf does not match James after all; something smaller will work better. 11/17/09 I got the airship picture up and working on fixing up the first page before working on the new stuff that will help my Daemon grow in a later date. (He is an Arctic wolf yay)09/04/09 Started to make Journal, hoping to get everything done in one day, unsure.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 8:01 am
~+~Daemon~+~  ~Name: Dinmeleth (Den-mehl-eth)
~Name meaning: Silent love
~Nickname: Din (Dhe-in)
~Gender: Male
~Age: 1st stage settler
~Form: Arctic wolf
~Animals: White Hart, Arctic wolf, Arctic fox, Snow Leopard
~Personality: Din is as quiet and watchful as his human, his gold eyes look from place to place in a sweeping motion, his ears twitching and turning to listen, but once he knows everything is well he’s as still as a Greek statue. He does not speak much, to James or to anyone, nor does he does not allow anyone but James to touch him and even another Daemon can get a bristle of his hackles if they surprise him. He seems to be a cold and rough Daemon despite his sleek appearance, however to James he is a protector and someone who he can hug and touch and will never be-little him.
~Came to be: A great need and fear, a call of heart and soul for help and for someone.
~Images: Daemling///1st Settler
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 8:15 am
~+~James~+~  ~Name: James Venor (Vhen-or)
~Name meaning: He who supplants
~Nickname: None... yet?
~Gender: Male
~Age: Seventeen
~Daemon: Arctic wolf
~Personality: Silent and often mistaken as cold, James seems like the type that unapproachable; but really he just often so engrossed at what he’s doing his face slips to something stern or mean looking as he glares at the text of a book or at the teachers board as they tap it loudly. His working drive is rather scary to some, forgetting to eat or to take proper care of himself; many would find that one track mind daunting. He is resilient and able to stand on his own, he is a fighter a scraper and a survivor, never give him pity or hands out for he won’t accept them and will possibly hate you.
He will hardly ever ask for help, rather wonder around lost for hours; and adults to him are things never worth getting close to, but he likes children well enough.
~History: He lived on a flower plantation with only his other; his father having left both of them. Growing up he never found his daemon and when his mother passed away he went by himself to the north to find him. There he survived by himself and got a job as a hunter in that icy waste land. He was out one day ahead of everyone, hunting white whales. But suddenly he was attacked y an ice bear, not an armor bear for it was not smart and did not talk. He was torn to shreds and screaming out in his mind for help and wishing for someone to be there with him, when in a flash of white light his daemon came leaping forward antlers raised as its form shifted and swirled.
He was rescued by the tribe’s men and taken care of as he healed, but he was sure when he was healing that at one time his father was beside him. His daemon then did not really show itself to him, and while lying ill he could not believe that he was there. The tribe leader came to James when he was feeling better, and he gave him a ticket to an airship that would take him to a special school for daemons. On the way his Daemon took his settler form, and now they are kicked off quiet a way away from the school, and a bit lost.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 8:16 am
~+~Log~+~
[PRP] A warm meetingThis role play is between Hector/Festa & James/Dinmeleth James and Din are greeted for the school by Hector and Festa after landing from an airship close to the school.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 8:18 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:23 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:24 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:26 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 11:28 am
Before tragedy strikes!
James mother had passed, she told him before her death that he should seek his father; to walk out the door of their house until white powder covered the ground and he was colder than he had ever been. He had packed only his clothes, bow, and some dried bread. With just this he left one hoe he had ever known, the heavy scent of flowers that filled his senses thick and heavy; and the warmth of the sun that cast itself on his skin that seemed to resist the rays and stay as pale as if he never meet the sun. His father was someone who he had never met, the man was said to have left in a search of knowledge but James always wondered if perhaps the man might have left simply because he did not want a family.
His mothers words for him to go in search for his father stung, all this time she had loved the man despite his lack of appearance. James himself felt a low boiling anger every time his mother would say any part of him made her think of his father, but as always he said nothing and smiled softly before going back to tending flowers or reading. Now he would never be able to tell his mother how much he loathed the unknown man, but instead he had to follow her wish of him finding the man; and making up as she had called it.
An elderly woman walked up to him and gave her a smile; the woman gave him one as well and grabbed his hand for a shake. “Thank you James, I know it’s hard for you to give this wonders place up but know I will take care of It the best I can.” The elderly woman pulled James into a hug; she did not notice him stiffen. He gave a few more goodbye’s to the people he knew in the town, but after that he started walking, the sudden image of the flittering bluebird beside the old woman had his eyes glancing back to his side, nothing was there but empty space. Despite being so old, his daemon had not shown itself not even a small voice in the back of his mind.
For days James walked, resting only ever now and then and was able to rest when someone would come by with a horse or another animal pulling a cart, at one point he was pulled along by cow daemon who along with her human, was going home and felt no trouble with another person in the cart. However the times he was helped were far outnumbered by all of his walking, he hunted with his bow, catching rabbits and a pheasant now and then; but the air around him truly was getting colder and the animals and plants more scarce while the fur of the few rabbits he had seen were turning white, something he had never before seen.
It was only a matter of half a day then when the cold white powder rose to his waist and the luck of finding a town never seemed so pleasing even as the people were a little less then friendly; and looked at him with curios eyes when no Daemon showed itself to them.
[Picture coming soon I hope]
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:17 pm
Tragedy strikes at random timesThe town of Thalore was quiet small, they used no money but did things through trade and this was a place James had stopped in. People here knew his father, but for a long time now James had been here and seen not a single hair of the man called his father. Wanting to see him he stayed in the town and was given the job of hunter, dangerous job for nothing had ever happened to James at all and so he did it with little problem but having to track down the snow white animals and the strange deer that seem to float above the snow. Many hunters had wolves for Daemons, others birds; but James still had not found his Daemon any more then he had found his father.
It was early morning when he set of for a hunting trip, today it was said the white whales were back and he was told to catch one of these large and dangerous creatures. His trip to a large frozen body of water did not take long, the spray of water and the sounds of the whales breathing were easy to follow, and when he came to them he set to work, tagging one in his mind to try and get ashore. Others would be coming soon to help hi hunt, but if he could wound the animal it would save everyone time as the days here were short and nights bitterly cold to freeze a man where he stood.
James took out a long knife and crept closer, the whales seemed to sense him there since for awhile none surfaced but finding another air hole would be hard for them, and a few minutes James had to wait before the large white mammals surfaced to breathe. A stab of his knife brought hot sticky red blood flowing from the whale; quickly James moved back, to wait for that one to surface again; the others he would leave alone. He had gotten five stabs at the whale when suddenly a noise startled him and he jerked up, blue eyes searching wildly for where it came from. Any of the hunting party would have hailed him; this sound was a deep huffing sound, like an animal.
All around him however, was white and he could see nothing that moved at all; he had only just turned back to watch the whales when something large and hard slammed into him and flung him back into the snow quiet away from the ice hole. Now laying down James spotted what he had been unable to see before, a very large and angry white creature; something he had never seen before, and it hard sharp teeth. The thing roared and spit flew around its long snout, soon as if a silent alarm went off; the animal charged him again and with a flaring pain James was shoved into the snow by massive paws. He wondered if the animal would crush him to death or finally bite him, he could feel the world spinning and another push from the bear had spots fly before his eyes.
James could feel blood fill his mouth and he knew the end was soon, those heavy massive paws were not lifting at all. James saw a light somewhere, he thought to himself that perhaps he should try to get to it like the stories of heaven, but a sudden strange sound and a voice filled his mind, James felt those paws lift off him and soon he heard the voiced of the hunting party rough and surprised as the saw the animal. James could not be bothered to breath, his chest hurt far too much and he wanted to sleep. “No, breath boy breathe!” that was not a voice he knew, yet for some reason he listened and took a painful breath, but soon he was taking another and then more. “See, no bones broken, breathing makes you feel better.” The voice was warm, light and chipper like a child’s.
The sudden light to his side was not welcomed and he squeezed them shut to keep it out, but his mind finally clicked to what he saw; a daemon. Blue eyes snapping open James looked toward the glowing creature and saw it shift and change like the win would change a hill of snow. The hunting part had reached him then, and James could no longer keep himself awake and so he fell into a sleep; a laughing happy voice in his mind echoed his thought. ‘Here I am!’
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 10:11 am
To start a Tragedy there has to be an end
James woke up groggy in a dark room that smelled of old blood and burned wood; wincing he closed his eyes as a sudden light flared beside him. “Oh so the boy does live, we all thought are newest hunter would meet his end to one of the Ice bears[.” Ice bear, bears were not white but brown and ran when they caught sight or smell of you they were much smaller and any bear he had seen never had looked like that. The man above, obviously a man for his deep voice; seemed to have sensed his thoughts for he soon started talking again. “The one not be a real Ice bear; he could not talk nor did he think so he was just a white bear I reckon or an Ice bear that had lost ‘is way.” James struggled to lift his heavy eye lids a candle light was lit now beside him, that must have been the light.
‘A candle stick, is that what you see me by James, a candle stick?’ The voice sounded as if it were angry or miffed; but it echoed in his mind with many voices each sounding like something else; a purr, a growl or a barking voice; then one of silk so soft it sounded like a whisper. The man that was moving about shelves did not react to the voice, James wondered if he was hearing things. ‘Now I am a crazed voice in your mind?’ James eyes widened and he struggled to sit up only to hear the mixing voices in his mind cry out in pain as his own flared, yet it did not hurt so much for what had happened to him. ‘Of course not, your pain is mine I am your soul James.’ What, that would mean, ‘Yes, I am what you will call a Daemon, though I am not quiet here yet, now lay back down before you hurt us both.’
Now it was obvious it was angry and hurting, but James quickly complied. “Now boy, you need a lot of rest, luck was the bear did not break ribs.” That was the man, he tried to recall a name but nothing came to mind, he had heard every man and woman’s voice in this town, but not this one. “Now I will be leaving take care of yourself then.” ‘Why not call out James, my voice cannot reach his ears or my body stop his; but your voice would stop him, your father.’ “So he is my father?” ‘You know the answer.’ “No, I will not stop him; my voice would not do it for he would just leave and I cannot follow.” ‘You are crying?’ James smiled a small crooked grin and winced when the white light came back; swirls of creatures moved inside.
“Now, it is you who know the answer to that.” ‘Yes.’ The white glowing light settled over him yet James felt no weight; but he swore he felt a soft brush of fur on his hand every time a tail of some animal moved. Months James spent resting, his daemon spoke to him softly and kindly always making him laugh when his thoughts strayed toward his father. Finally the day came when he was let out of bed and house; even told he could go hunting again, then the news his father had left came. James fell into a slight slump but he soon went back to work working with his daemon to scare prey toward him, a bounding light and an odd noise will do that. However time still ticked by and James felt the need to move, restless and fidgety.
The head of the town noticed his restlessness, and claimed his own daemon spoke with James and found that both held a strong urge to leave and move again. One morning James was sitting beside a frozen lake, watching as children much younger than him bounded beside their Daemon’s laughing. It was here the town leader sat and spoke to him of a place that would help him and his own daemon realize why he showed up so late; and how to make him grow. James was then gave an old yellowing ticket to the school and any airship would take him should he show it. The leader had said the ticket was once for his daughter, but a snow cat had gotten to her and she passed away. Wide eyed James had taken the ticket, it was only after staring at it for a few seconds that he tried to give it back; but the man huffed and lightly struck the back of his head.
“Lad this is no place for you, we warned you away from here thinking the cold would kill yea, yet somehow you made it all this time; but those fingers of yours should go back to tending of flowers and paints, not at butchering animals and tanning hides.” James felt his daemon stir at the back of his mind, telling James to go. Looking up to the leader he smiled and the man huffed having never seen James smile. “Now off with you, one of our dog teams will take you to the closest airship here.” Quickly James scrabbled up, pausing in thought only for a second before he hugged the large gruff man, earning him a bark of laugh and another cuff to his head. James went back to his own small home, packing his clothing and his own things; but leaving tools and many of his fur items but for some clothing and of course his blanket; the fur of the bear that had tried to kill him.
When he got out the dog team was waiting for him and he was quickly packed in then off he went; though it took two days to reach the airship James was not tired but feeling rather giddy to be moving again. The airship owner huffed at the ticket but ushered him on board, then he was off for the school that would help. 
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 12:17 pm
Daemon and I James sat on his bed as the wind slowly rocked the bottom part of the ship, really he had never ridden in an airship but now he could say with absolute certainty, his feet belonged on the ground; he also had quite a dislike to water as well; but the prospect of seeing grass again kept him stead. His Daemon seemed to be going crazy, he watched as he bounced from wall to wall making all sorts of howling like sounds; all the while his image seemed to change from one animal, to a mix of another. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was thankful his Daemon was not solid enough to break the window as it bounced from it like a child ball. In his Daemon he could see four animals, a white wolf, an equal colored fox and stag; then what was unmistakably a snow cat.
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