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 Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:18 pm
 Welcome to Sevilin's journal! This is a journal for We`rika, so please don't post without his permission unless otherwise stated. Sevilin [.Guardian] We`rika [.Gender] Male [.Stage] Frei [.Alignment] Neutral [.D.O.B] 2nd September 2005 [.Fel Essence] Mermaid's Tears [.Soul] Sea Fairy [.Strength] 7 [.Endurance] 16 [.Intelligence] 27 [.Creativity] 18 [.Friendliness] 36 [.Charisma] 28 [.Humour] 17 [.Magic] 20
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:21 pm
I . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Cert
II . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Content
III . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .RP Log
IV . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Rules
V . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Raevan
VI . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Guardian
VII . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . History
VIII . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Home
IX . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Relations
X . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Scrapbook
XI . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Growth
XII . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Gifts
XIII . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Reserved
XIV . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Reserved
XV . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Credits
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:22 pm
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Active RP: 3. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Phantom and the Fairy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Inspecting Those Pearly Whites. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Something Witty. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Completed RP: 16. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Partie D'Amour. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . SURPRISE!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Lab Summer Beach Blowout!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . To Start Renewed. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Community Service. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A New Beginning. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Showgirls. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Rescue. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Get Out of Jail Almost Free Card. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Joys of Babysitting. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sorry?. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Tit for tat: Matchmaker Memoirs. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Playing with the Big Boys. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sirens on the Shore. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Pretty in Pink. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Beachy-keen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Inactive RP: 4. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Booty Patrol. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Like a Kid in a Candy Store. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Male Bonding. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Walk in the Rain. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Solo Entries: 0. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . SOLO TITLE
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:27 pm
Only staff members (Kyoupiruchi, Alex Falcone, Dr. Tsu, Ray Kitsune, [Arachnophobia]) may post without my consent. Raevan owners are welcome to partake in posting of my journal after asking for permission. All others are not allowed to post in my journal.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:29 pm
 Name SevilinNickname Sevvie, Sev'linPersonality Pure, Innocent, Cheerful, Bubbly, Kind, Cute, Fragile. As a young frei, he has been always optimistic and cheerful, happy to rain his good mood on anyone he finds. As he has gotten older, Sevilin has learned to temper his boisterous good moods so as not to frighten others off. While he looks very childish and naive, the sea fairy is very intelligent and, with a few hard lessons, has grown to be street smart as well. He has learned to use his sweet smile and cheerful energy to manipulate others into free treats, favors and a slue of other smooth deals. It is hard to gather whether the frei is truly happy to make genuine friends or is only creating secret strings between other Raevans and guardians to pull when he needs something. Fel Essence Mermaid's Tears According to legend, every drop of tear that flows out of a mermaid's eye would turn magically into diamonds! That's why until now, there are still some myth hunters that are still illegally and secretly capturing mermaids and made them cry everyday for their own greed, until the mermaid could cry no more. But in this glass, contained mermaid's tears that're still liquified. Why is it so? Had something terrible happened to the mermaid that cried these tears? No one ever knows, because the mermaid was never seen again.Soul Sea Fairy Spirits that wander the wide sea. Similar to the concept of the 'daughter of the air' in the classic Hans Christian Andersen's "The Little Mermaid". Koyuki obtained the soul by accidentally leaving the soul bottle on the beach.Active Powers Erosion Sevilin can use the concentrated salt mixture of his sweat and fluids that seeps form his pores to abrade objects, especially ice, and can even erode away flesh if stressed or pushed into a corner.Passive Powers Siren Song Sevilin inherited the gift of song from his sea fairy soul.
Affinity Sevilin can communicate with sea creatures.
Underwater Breathing Like the tales of mermaids suggest, Sevilin can breathe underwater and can also aid in another person's breathing if they are touching.Likes Television, the beach, salt water, salt water taffy, plushies, easy people, We`rika, hugs, attention.Dislikes Being ignored or in trouble.Playlist The Killers - Read my Mind, The Little Mermaid Soundtrack, The Beatles - Octopus Garden, Aerosmith - Dude Looks a LadyGuardian Relationship Very tight-knit and loving, when Sevilin isn't completely using We`rika for his own gains.HEX Code [color=#8353B7]
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:30 pm
 Name We`rikaAge 37Nationality Huichol (Mexican Native American)Occupation Construction workerFamily Taáwi and Vantos (Estranged cousins)Height 5'8" (172 cm)Weight 192 lbsSkin Dark matte tone, rough from a roving lifeHair Short, buzzed close to the sides and kept long in the middle. Originally black, his hair usually has lingering dyes like rusted reds or stripped white.Eyes Dark brownSpecifics Long tapered ears, torn and jagged on the outer shells. Sharp translucent nailsLoves Sevilin, drinking, ********, eating peyote, watching porn.Hates Family, his heritage, getting up to go to work, annoying people, debt collectors.Playlist Click herePersonality We`rika is a lot of things. The best place to start is obnoxious. He has a very low self-esteem and to counter that he lashes out at others, digging at their faults and mocking them. He is very hostile towards older men and misogynistic to most women. The few friends he does have, he holds onto my a thread. He would like to be a good friend to them, but he's not exactly sure what that entails.
The only person he is genuinely happy and at peace with is Sevilin (when the frei isn't being a handful).History The Huichol are a spiritual race, descended from ancient Aztecs. After the Spanish Invasion, their roving ways were restricted and they had to support themselves through agriculture. Because growing corn in mountainous area they inhabit is unreliable, many sacred ceremonies are upheld to ensure successful crops.
Much of their culture revolves around the spiritual and religious. These ceremonies are hosted by the shamans of the tribes, becoming the link between the physical realm and the supernatural. They drift from ordinary conscious to heal, direct, guide, retrieve information, contacting the dead, etc.
One of the most important ceremonies the Huichol people conduct is an annual pilgrimage some hundreds of miles away from their native lands. Any who wish to go may do so and there must be at least one shaman present. They walk the same paths their ancestors had for eons. Across their journey, the Huichol use this opportunity to cleanse themselves of sin by reconciling their faults and making a knot for every sin in long strands of horse hair. This reconciliation is quite a carefree time, where adultery is something to chuckle over as if it was someone's first kiss. They then throw the knotted horse hair into the camp fire and their soul is cleansed.
But the main reason for this pilgrimage is for the harvesting of peyote for a years worth of sacred ceremonies. The shamans help the villagers reach Paradise (their version of the afterlife) through the ingestion of peyote which creates an ethereal experience for most.
*In spite of the carefree attitude and modest way of life, tension has grown in the cultural due to the increasingly restrictive country boundaries (which they must cross for their pilgrimages) along with the fickle and meager harvests. Civilization is creeping closer and many new generations are leaving the grasslands and delving deep into urban life.
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We`rika's ancestors had shallow roots in the Huichol genial tree. Most were b*****d children from Spanish invaders that abandoned them in their mothers' care. Reasons to why their clan left the Huichol faded after several generations as no elders wanted to discuss the sensitive subject, but in their flight they were cursed. With only a meager pack of people, his ancestors became scavengers unable to maintain a stable village or harvest. Their roving lifestyle eventually manifested in their appearance. The scavengers of the wastelands (rats, vultures, jackals, crows, etc.) became their culture as children were born with grotesque deformities like long furry ears, scaly tails, broken wings, and gnarled teeth. Repentance is the only way to dispel such a curse and their culture has become stern and pious. The reconciliation of sin has become no laughing matter and pilgrimages are no longer optional. All who can sin, must go to collect peyote and pray for forgiveness and for their future children.
It was then when jeeps were needed to legally cross country borders (which their ancestors had walked unfettered for hundreds of years) that We`rika was born. He was the second son of three children born into a pious family. His father was a shaman and his mother too meek a person to take care of her children. With unexceptional talent in divination and no empathy for his mother who was too afraid of her children and her role as a mother to love them properly, We`rika usually found attention by bullying other children his age. He was looking for change and was happy to watch the modern world encroach on their own culture.
We`rika got his chance for change when he was sixteen and legally allowed to drive into towns and cities for extra supplies his family and relatives needed when the seasons grew rough. Only able to speak moderate Spanish and hardly any English, he fell into traps for the naive. With some of the money given to him for their supplies, he was duped into buying angel dust and heroin.
After a week home, he had run out of heroin and his withdrawals were grueling. His mother watched him and her young daughter, but not knowing what to do with such an alien situation, she more often than not ignored him and his tantrums. The time he needed his mother the most, she could not and would not help him. That was the turning point that lead him to steal one of their jeeps and baskets of peyote to sell as well as yarn painting, rugs, and beaded work. He sold off his wares and his drug addiction grew. He became self-hating and materialistic, looting when he couldn't afford what he wanted. These escapades eventually led him to prison, charged with manslaughter and drug paraphernalia. Because he was only seventeen and his lawyers argued the topic of his origin, We`rika was handed a lighter sentence of thirty years; however, he was granted parole after fifteen years and released on good behavior. During his fourteen years in prison, We`rika learned bad English and how lucky he was to be slightly talented in healing as it was quite the necessity. In the first few years, his actions became more wild and condemning, but after almost losing an arm (from poor circulation during an injection of heroin), the Huichol began to take advantage of his free visits to rehabilitation.
Now, he lives in a small apartment, working three unstable jobs, hiding from debt collectors because of his obsessive need to buy. He's looking for a comfortable job that pays just as comfortably, but without college diploma or even a high school diploma, it is a difficult road.
*Note: Everything occurring after this asterisk is fictitious and does not apply to the Huichol culture of today.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:31 pm
 Chloe Star Everything was gone... It tore Chloe's heart to small pieces to look at the rubble that was Lab305. Here she could see where her receptionist desk had been... there her filing cabinets and there the door that lead back into the actual lab itself. A few things still remained standing. The tanks which the forming Raevens were stationed in were safe, if covered in soot and grime. This was one step forward, now to start going about taking another. She'd finally brought herself to come here to poke through the still smoking debris in search of some things that might have survived the explosion. It was foggy, or perhaps smoky, or even just dusty – there was a heavy layer of whatever thick in the air that made it extremely difficult to see. Needless to say Chloe was terribly startled when she noticed a dark outline through the haze. "H-H-Hello...?" She stepped closer when she realized that whatever it was had no lower half. A Raeven? "Roux...?" But no... there were sounds too soft... too sad and tiny to be from the familiar, arrogant Roux. A small gasp escaped the receptionist's lips. It was Sevilin. She knew of him vaguely, she'd met him once and seen him from afar one other time, and of course she'd heard much about him. He had come before she had started working for the lab. He was fond of TV and had a cheerful personality. At least... that was what she'd been told. What floated before her seemed like a mere shadow of the memories she'd been fondly told. He was half 'knelt' in the rubble, palms pressed against his mouth as though to mask the tiny sobs that hitched from his chest. He seemed to be searching for something, his expression was...lost. Tears flowed freely, pattering like salty rain onto the broken remains of the lab. "S...Sevilin..?" Chloe took a tentative step forward, tears welling up in her own eyes to see the Raeven in such an obviously distressed state. "Are you alright? Sevilin?" The Raeven looked up, eyes wide as tears continued to flow. He let his hands down, glancing around as though he might find whatever it was he was searching for and then looked back up at Chloe. His lips parted, eyes fluttering as he tried to speak. No words came, just the soft shudder of breath. He floated forward slowly, reluctantly taking Chloe's extended hand. She would bring him to Dr. Kyou... he might know what to do. Shrugging out of her labcoat she gently put it over Sevilin's shoulders. With a final glance and silent 'thank you' to whatever luck had guided her here she took the lost Raeven away from the ruins. "Everything... w-will be okay. Soon. Don't w-worry."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:37 pm
 Taking advantage of the new space and construction work available in Aekea, We`rika found a nice three bedroom studio apartment to live. 1 Bedroom Queen-sized bed against the top left wall, dresser drawers against the bottom wall, a bedside table with an alarm clock, and a twin-sized bed packed with plushies for Sevilin against the right wall.2 Living Room There is one long couch against the bottom left wall of the room facing the big screen TV We`rika has yet to pay off, a few Huichol sewn rugs, and shelving half filled with DVDs, video games, pornos and other knick-knacks.3 Kitchen A small kitchen with a round table in the upper left corner to eat at.We`rika's apartment complex requires a password to get in the door. If he is expecting you, punch in 072 on the keypad beside the entrance door and We`rika will let you in.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:38 pm
  Lazarus - Eternal Flame He was my best friend, but he hasn't visited me in so long.--- I haven' me' ye'.  Sevilin - Mermaid's TearsMy life hadn' started until I me' Sev'lin.  Melisande - Divine Song  She is so pretty and sweet! We have a lot in common.--- I haven' me' ye'.  Domevlo- Unstable Lead I haven't met him yet.--- I haven' me' ye'.  Roux - Eternal Ice Very pretty, but very cold. He needs a hug.--- I HA'E YOU!!!  Vyn - Living Shadow She is very nice, but doesn't talk much.--- She kinda scares me... no' gonna lie.  Luka - Forsaken Afterglow I haven't met him yet.--- I haven' me' ye'.  Zavier - Eye of Storm I like him, he seems nice. I'm trying to help him out the best that I can.--- I me' him briefly on the beach, he seems fine.  Tariel - Maiden's Hair I haven't met her yet.--- I haven' me' ye'.  Jasper - Black Lightning I haven't met him yet.--- I haven' me' ye'.  Rivener - Nocturne Rock We're tattoo bros!!--- I wan' ta crucify tha' ******** src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v443/blindedrhapsody/Lab 305/icon-f-eiry.jpg" class="user_img" alt="User Image" /> Eirdirsceol - Unwithering Leaf He's like my younger brother! I love him!--- I hope he and his crippled guardian mee' an unfortuna'e acciden'  Lucretia - Ice Rose She's very pretty, but I didn't get to talk to her too much.--- She was pretty haw'  Sa'ida - Fragments o' Rainbow She's my best girl bud! She's so pretty.--- BOOBS!  Ekundayo - Cloud of Despair The awesome! Or is it teh awesome?--- I need to get her to shake her tits one of these days.  Lucia - Physical Ectoplasm I haven't met her yet.--- I haven' me' ye'.  Lulu - Self Indulging Ink OHMYGAWDIHOPEYOUDIEYOUHEINOUSBITCH!!--- She's haw'...  Iorek - Mimic Stone He's very sweet..... And very malleable.--- Haven' me' ye'.  Xiu - White Blood I haven't met him yet.--- Haven' me' ye'.  Zul - Lava Ice Rock .... I like him. I... don't know what else to say about him yet.--- Haven' me' ye'.  Prajna - Fallen Star I haven't met him..... her? yet.--- Haven' me' ye'.  Varun - Seasonal Branch He looks like me......... RAAGE!--- Haven' me' ye'.  Tangaroa - Growing Amber I haven't met him yet.--- Haven' me' him ye'. Dr. KyouWhy did he get rid of his fro? --- Dr. Kyou is the best!Chloe StarShe's just an angel. I actually feel bad hittin' on her. --- She's so sweet, I love her!We`rikaHe is very special to me.Aki AnaShe's meeeaaan! --- Very pretty and very sweet.Dr. TsuIs like I'm lookin' in a mirror. --- He's pretty cool!AphismetWHY ******** IS HE WITH MY ALEX?! --- He's really nice.IsikoroRAGERAGERAGE!! --- I'm not sure yet.NatsukiShe's like a sexy mom. I love her ta bits. --- She's so sweet!Mouse PachinkoreliShe's so... small. --- I like her.Yuurei DonoI haven' me' ye'. --- I have never met her yet.Lillian and TysonUgh, children. --- I have never met them.Namini NaoHaven' me' ye'. --- I haven't met yet.David NapHaven' me' ye'. --- I haven't met him yet.Josh Peterson........... I feel the ***** alarm going off. --- He is in league with that rabbit woman!Alex FalconeWHY AREN' YOU MINE?! --- THE BEST EVAR!!! COME BACK TO ME!Alice GreenwitchWhy d'ya hafta love me? *sigh* ---  Is it bad that I completely use him against We`rika for my own purposes?
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:41 pm
 No TrespassingDrawn by Storei Dx THANK YOU!! The Adventure of Meximan and The ***** style="color: #2F83D9">Drawn by Shushida XD SevilinDrawn by Platy's... friend... I don't remember her name Dx sorry!!
 We`rika's so Deep in the Closet, he's in NarniaDrawn by ex o ex snoof! Can't Spell Pron Without ApronDrawn by Cruzle
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 5:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 6:03 pm
Raevan concepts and art and those affiliated with the Lab [305] belong to KyoupiruchiGuardian art (unless otherwise stated) and concept belong to We`rika/SlanndalousAll artwork (otherwise stated) belong to their respected artistsBanners belong to haliekins
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