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 Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 9:04 pm
This is a feien fairy diary for the owner (and any guests s/he chooses) to roleplay in. For more information, visit the main Feien thread! http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=3188080 3/17/05 - Your feien arrived! +1 point for care^^ 1/26/05 - Your feien fairy bloom arrived! (I saw the note, just attend to the diary when you can and don't worry.) Height: 4" Personality: sensual, openminded, comunicative, spiritual StatsSTR: 5 DEX: 7 STA: 7 WIS: 7 INT: 5 CHA: 9 SPD: 3 MAG: 3 LCK: 5 Spells/Abilities (3 left) Flight
Tonal Ear(Dazzling Smile)Inventory--empty--
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 11:07 am
 Introduction Welcome to my Feien's diary. Currently my Feien is just a bloom, but this journal will grow and elaborate as the bloom opens, and the feien inside is introduced to the world! Check back often for new developments! Table Of Contents 1. Introduction/ToC (You are here!)
2. Current Timeline of Events
3. Brook and the Bloom's Journal Entry Links
4. Miscellaneous Roleplay Session Links
5. The Feien's Photo Album
6. More Info About Dr. Brooklyn Flaeymes
7. The Bloom's Family and Pets
8. Friends, Foes, and First Impressions
9. The Bloom's Gifts and Posessions
10. Shop Links, Credits, and External Links
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 11:11 am
 January 26th, 2005 Brook feels a change in the winds... It almost feels that something might be headed her way... Her dreams had been unfulfilling lately, and she had awoken from each night's sleep still feeling melancholy and unsatisfied with her own thoughts... What would the following months bring? March 5th, 2005 Brooklyn finalizes the rest of the inspections and paperwork on her new home and begins the tedious process of moving in... In the process of running back and forth between the Ava Raji Preservation Center, and the home, Brook seems to have lost several boxes... March 12th, 2005 Brooklyn begins to unpack her things to make the place look more like home. However, after about an hour of getting lost in the mess, she passes out for a nap. March 17th, 2005 Brooklyn makes an odd discovery of a small feien, inside of her heirloom box. Due to her surprise and fright, she slams the box back shut, and avoids it for days. March 21st, 2005 After days of deliberation and strange conversations with the creature, Brooklyn is told that his name is Donovan. They begin to talk, and seemingly bond, however, Brooklyn is still rather wary of this small fairy's existance. Where did he come from?
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 11:31 am
 Journal Links 1. 03/14/05 - Skepticism will get us nowhere and everywhere, all at the same time...
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 11:35 am
 Roleplay Links 1. 03/12/05 - What Makes A House Our Home?
2. 03/14/04 - The First Page In The Rest Of Our Lives...
3. 03/17/05 - A Furtive Search For Something Lost...
4. 03/17/05 - A Search Continued, A Discovery Made...
5. 03/21/05 - Face to Face We Now Stand...
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 11:36 am
 Bloom Stage  Donovan in Bloom stage. Ain't he smeckshy?! Too bad Brook never saw him like this...Juvenile Stage  Juvenile Donovan! At last they meet face to face!Fullsize Juvenile  The fullsize image of Donovan, to show his detail. OMG ~drooldrooldrool~ XD
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 11:37 am
  Vital Stats Name: Dr. Brooklyn Marie Flaeymes
Origin Of Name: Brooklyn is the city she was found in when she was orphaned, Marie is the name of the first caretaker that Brook got decently attatched to, and Flaeymes is a spiritual name that she took on, conveying her inner passion to continue to burn no matter what tries to extinguish her flame.
Age: 20-ish
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 155 lbs.
Skin Color: Pale White
Decent: Irish-American
Eye Color: Crimson
Hair Color: Dark Crimson
Distinguishing Features: A set of celtic knot wings tattooed on her shoulderbladers, along with a celtic crow, wings outspread, tattooed below the nape of her neck. She also has several ear peircings, and a peculiar scar below her left collarbone, near her heart.
Other Accesories: She constantly wears either glasses or contacts, and has a pendant around her neck that she never removes. Background Brooklyn grew up a confused and lonely child. She was orphaned at the tender age of 6, something that most of her friends and colleuages know nothing of. She spent the remainder of her childhood and teen years being transferred around from town to town, in the temporary care of many families. She eventually found her calling with animals, and discovered that she had a natural finesse for diagnosing and treating their health problems. She worked odd jobs for the last few months of being in foster care, and eventually saved up enough money to move out on her own, and allocated enough scholarships to put herself through veterinary school. At this day in age, Brooklyn is the proud hero and advocate of the Ava Raji's, having saved them from the fire which decimated their island nearly a year ago. She is currently working on supporting their genetic diversity through selected breedings, and ensuring all of the health of the new pups that result from these couplings. In her off time, she buries herself in paperwork and endless cleaning, most often forgoing sleep for days on end. Seeming the epitome of a workaholic, in all reality she is just burying herself under other things to avoud thinking about the demise of her parents, something which she still knows nearly nothing about.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 11:38 am
  Orhperos Brooklyn met Orpheros just a few short months months after getting settled into Gaia. They became friends rather quickly when Orph took an Ava Raji into her care, and Orph happens to be someone Brooklyn trusts deeply with nearly everything. For this reason, Brooklyn considers Orph the blossom's godmother, and projects that the feien inside will be calling Orph "Aunty Orphy" in no time. XD
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 11:39 am
 Perceptions of Other Feien The bloom hasn't met any other's yet, because it's still uh, a bloom. XD Perceptions will come later as the Feien within emerges and begins to socialize.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 11:40 am
 01/26/05  A silk fan that Brook picked up the morning after her first unsettling dream about the shadowed face of her parents. It just seemed to call out to her from the flea market vendor's table, and she knew she had to take it home with her. Eventually it will hang on the wall somewhere, but for now it's still stuffed away in a moving box.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2005 11:40 am
 Art Credits Feien Faeries was created by RikProwley.
Art for this particular bloom was done by Sajhiri. Journal Credits This journal's general post organization/format was patterned after Sajhiri's diary, with her permission.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2005 3:54 pm
 Participants: BrooklynWhat Makes A House Our Home? With and huff and a loud thud, the last of Brooklyn's moving was finished.
"Geezus. I never imagined I had so much stuff. It never seemed like much when it was strewn all over the center and crammed into drawers in my office..." She took a deep breath and wiped the glistening beads of sweat off of her forehead.
"I suppose it's time to start unpacking all of this, and making this place just as cluttered as the Ava Raji Preservation Center used to be. Perhaps that will help make it feel a bit more like home, whatever that's supposed to mean." Brooklyn chuckled to herself sarcastically, having never really known the true meaning of home since she had been tossed around from family to family as a child. However, rather than dwell on that thought, she flopped down on the floor near a pile of boxes and got started, immersing herself in work once again to drown out the pangs of loneliness from inside her heart...
After nearly an hour, sans a few piles of books on the floor and papers everywhere, not much had changed in the way of decor. However, there lay Brook in the middle of the floor, catching a rare nap amidst the mess.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 11:30 am
Participants: BrooklynThe First Page In The Rest Of Our Lives... Brooklyn woke up with a start, the sunlight coming through the window had left an awkward vertical sunburn on her cheek. "Aww man..." She put her delicate fingers to the irritated area and cringed. "Ouch!" After brushing some hair out of her face with a quick bat of her hand, she managed to stand up and wander off to what would become her room.
Upon entering the room, it was cold and dark, having been untouched for the duration of the move, and who know how long before then. Brooklyn sighed and flipped on the faulty light, forcing it to break through the thick blanket of shadows. The light flickered for a moment, then stabilized and Brook sat down, digging through another one of her moving boxes that had been deposited into this room.
After a few moments, her hand emerged from the box, her fingers clasped arround a small silk-bound journal... "I suppose now is as good of time as ever to start writing in you, huh..." Her face looked wrinkled in thought. "I certainly don't wanna do anymore unpacking... Can't hurt to take a moment to write, I guess..."
And with that she fished a pen out of the box and began to jot down her thoughts into the waiting empty pages.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 11:54 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2005 10:07 am
Participants: BrooklynA Furtive Search For Something Lost... Brooklyn came back into her "bedroom" after hours of wandering around other parts of the house and tearing into boxes. "Where did I put that thing?" She frowned, her face creasing in several places. It was obvious she had misplaced something important.
"I've checked a thousand boxes. It's got to be here... I know I didn't leave it at the center..." She scratched the side of her face and looked around the room. "There has to box somewhere in this house that I haven't gone through yet..."
With that, Brook bent over, and started tearing through more books and papers, strewing them everywhere, and letting the mess multiply like rabbits. "It can't be lost. It just can't..." Her hands dug through box after box, things flying in all directions haphazardly.
"That little box has to be around here somewhere...." The box Brooklyn spoke of was a small carved wooden box that had been given to her by the only replacement parent she ever really grew to care about. Amelia (the parent's name) had been given the box by the agency when Brook was just a small child, and had been instructed to pass it on to Brooklyn once she was old enough to understand. It was the last remaining peice of her past, the box once belonging to the mother she couldn't remember, and the father she never met. She was quite upset over the thought of losing it, understandably enough.
"I have to find it! Damnit! Come on, where did I put you?!" A tear streamed down her cheek, and Brooklyn's ever present tough-girl aura cracked for a moment and revealed her weak interior. She increased the speed of her search and tossed things this way and that. Books, picture frames, files, knick knacks, everything of any weight, went flying in all directions, some things even smashing into the walls and landing in heaps of broken peices.
Whatever this box was, it obviously meant more to her than anything she was currently breaking. Or perhaps she just hadn't noticed things smashing yet...
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