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 Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 7:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:20 pm
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 ◣ ησєℓ ◥
___Hey,
_____don't
_______raise
_________your
___________voice.
_____________I've
_______________come
_________________to
___________________help
_____________________you.
Nobody else here in the world can see me.
❀
[size=10][color=#777700] . . . . [/color][/size]
about ↪
The Phasmas called Noel came into the world after much troubles and tribulations on behalf of his Grimm, a Miss Elsie Crane. Originally only a tainted cup of Coffee, surprising things have occurred on the 20th of May. Risen from ashes, carried around faithfully, a creature was born of death wrapped in Flesh. From ashes of the young woman's deceased son, Jesse, one cannot help but wonder what will become of this.
He speaks in bells, his laughter merry and tinkling in delight. A heavy smell of death and coffee leak from his body as he moves around, a rich and familiar aroma that will ensure no one will every forget the vibrant figure he is.
personality ↪
Noel is young and somewhat naive to the ways of the world, his views hardly set on anything past what he sees before him. What he does not know completely does not interest him and what he can say he is aware of he demands others to understand that he cannot ever be wrong. Such suggestions are beyond him and are treated like blasphemy.
Noel appears to enjoy the finer things in life, or at least things that are pretty and clean. Fabrics like lace and silk delight him with their textures, while cuisines like cheeses and other finer foods tempt him with their smell. He cannot eat/does not eat yet he seems quite....hedonistic.
There is an eerie amount of loyalty and dedication towards Elsie to the point where she is even referred to as "Mother". His affections for the woman are not an act nor a temporary event as great pains are clearly taken by the phasmas to ensure he is always at her side, always in her arms or atop her shoulders. At night he sleeps on her breast or under her chin, his free hand always touching some part of her skin. Noel would likely do anything for her if she were but to ask for it, even though he is smaller than her hand and unable to properly perform any tasks.
It should be noted that Noel does not like Thomas and looks at the man with cold suspicion, as though there is something between them yet unspoken. Thomas is uneasy around Noel as well though he claims it is because of what he is, a Plague, but perhaps there is something beneath the silence they share.
abilities ↪
It is unknown exactly what Noel is capable of while being a Phasmas, though it is hinted that he made purely of poison.
Anything he touched becomes putrid and rancid at his touch and therefore is rendered inedible (for food) or non-potable (for water). It seems as though Elsie is immune to such things. . . .
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:23 pm
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After Elsie's mother retired herself to the sanitarium the property the family lived on was auction off, forcing the two siblings to reside in a boarding home along with several other families. Their worldly possessions gone and with few family items left to their names, both Elsie and her brother set about trying to purchase daily 'luxuries' to try and live a somewhat decent life.
The first thing the pair bought was a tea set, complete with cups and saucers. Unable to easily obtain the tea that often goes together with such an item, Elsie found that coffee was not only more commonplace but it helped her stay awake longer when trying to complete tasks (Thomas agreed). Over the years cups were broken and chipped, until eventually the pair was down to their last two sets of cups, and Elsie's was beginning to crack from being kicked around in the dark.
They remained in use as family cups despite their conditions, sharing many hours of conversation with the siblings as well as many brews of coffee (and sometimes tea!), however when Elsie's child was born and money became even more scarce the little luxuries soon found themselves gathering dust on the shelves.
Shortly after Jesse passed away his body was burned, Elsie having lied in order to have his remains cremated, and his ashes were returned to the woman in a small package. Purchasing an urn, even one that was small and crude, was well out of the means of her and Thomas. A pendant was something she could only dream of, and stealing one off a corpse for her own use seemed too heathen for Elsie to even consider.
Unwilling to allow her child's ashes to stay inside a package for much longer, Elsie placed them inside the family teapot, vowing to keep it close. It would act as a makeshift urn for as long as possible, until she could actually afford one with savings over time, though 'makeshift' soon slipped to 'permanent' as Elsie found much of her money for saving went towards food and clothing for the upcoming cold months. Much of her brother's meager salary provided the same, and the teapot carried on as an urn into the colder months.
That is, until the night Thomas came home late and couldn't find their cheaper, secondary teapot . . . .and Elsie was awoken to the sounds of liquid being poured out the window into the night. . .
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:28 pm
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◣ єℓѕιє ◥
elsie crane is a young woman
______________________who has encountered some unusual troubles. . . .
[size=10][color=#8033FF]. . . . . .[/color][/size]
about ↪
Elsie is from Imisus, born and raised, and she has never seen anywhere else in the world. Elsie occasionally dreams of leaving and going somewhere else, but not because she thinks life would be better in a different location. She more or less wants to travel before she gets caught.
She is nineteen years old and has an older brother named Thomas. Her current occupation is odd jobs, though in reality she is both a grave robber and a prostitute.
Elsie is currently part of The Fellowship of the Mages and has undertaken a serious trial to join their ranks. One can only hope it was all worth it.
looks ↪
Elsie stands at about five-five, her body thin and wispy from years of malnourishment as well as her occupational hazards. While she is by no means sickly in her weight she does seem to be rather on the petite side, a common result in those who often go without meals do to being unable to properly afford more than bread and a few other staples. Her skin is slightly sallow in color, most noticeably in her face, and it gives her a haunting look when coupled with the dark circles that ring under her eyes.
She had dirty blond hair that is generally always dirty, though she does her best to keep it pulled up neat enough to pass as presentable. Usually worn in a bun or a loose braid most of her hair tends to fall about her face during the course of the day, leaving her to look disheveled before she climbs into whatever bed she is occupying for the night. When down her hair reaches to her lower back and is full of knots, leaving her to keep it up as often as she can.
Elsie's eyes are a gentle gray-hazel, a color she shares with her older brother and presumably her father. They appear sunken in on her face, her right eye situated over a small scar that was the result of childhood carelessness. Her forehead is broad and leads to a high hairline, though it thankfully seems free of any marks or scars. Elsie's nose is rather large and sloping, though more than slightly crooked thanks it having been broken and improperly set back in place. She feels it gives her character while her brother silently mourns the damage to his lovely sister's face.
personality ↪
Probably a bit too worldly for her age, Elsie is the type of woman who thinks over many worries, but not in the way many others might; she is merely analytical.
Elsie isn't smart in terms of books and phrases, her vocabulary sadly limited to the point where most people could consider her even a bit mentally challenged, but what she doesn't know in education she makes up for in the wealth of knowledge she possesses about the world she lives in. She cannot read signs or even tell time yet she is quick on her feet to know the hour of the day as well as which shop is which, often leading others to believe she can do so.
Not the type to refuse pity, she has been known to accept anything that comes her way be it in both good and bad tastes. Elsie is of the firm belief that 'pity fills your stomach, while pride leaves you hungry', though this does not mean she has no sense of worth or pride in herself. It simply means she is not above asking others for help when she feels there is nothing else she can do, but she will make strong efforts to repay the 'kindness' bestowed upon her.
history ↪
Born to a humble family of four, Elsie has spent most of her teenage life working on the streets. Her father left the family to seek fortune elsewhere, swearing to send money home, though as many stories often follow the only item they got from him was a letter explaining his death by some form of an accident. Her mother picked up extra shifts at her own work, leaving Elsie alone with her older brother Thomas, though after several years of hard times and backbreaking work Elsie found her mother to be headed towards a sanitarium.
In an effort to provide for themselves Elsie and her brother both took up several occupations, though most of their jobs proved to be less than honest. While the young woman found she had skills as a seamstress and could somehow survive on what little she made when jobs were given, it was through prostitution that she found her main source of income, her older brother turning to petty acts of theft in the form of robbing corpses.
Starting on the streets at fifteen she learned to bite her tongue and be 'nice to the gentlemen', giving her something of a bad reputation amongst those who shared the small boarding house she and Thom resided in. She eventually found a small stream of 'regulars' that treated her well in both money and body, one of them daring to even say they loved her despite her current occupation. However any plans she may have had with any of her unlikely suitors came crashing to an end when she found herself pregnant, the father unknown. Forced to give up her line of work Elsie went back to honest jobs as a seamstress, eagerly taking what was handed to her out of 'pity for the pregnant whore'.
Elsie gave birth to a baby boy shortly before her nineteenth birthday, giving him the Christian name of Jesse, and for the time being it seemed like her happiness would not end. However life is cruel to those who find themselves in moments of bliss, and reality came back when Elsie found that the odd jobs she was offered no longer seemed to be giving enough.
Considering herself to be someone of fair health and somewhat decent luck, and in desperation to fill her stomach and that of her child, Elsie switched to grave robbing. She had swore to only do honest work once Jesse was born, but it seemed like honesty wasn't keeping her stomach full. Her son was in need of more than just soiled blankets to sleep on. Taking cues from her Thomas she quickly learned when was a good time to pick the corpses, as well as many other tricks of the trade that he was willing to provide. Together they made enough to scrape by and keep their bellies full, though sadly Jesse would pass away of malnourishment several months before his first year.
Devastated by the loss of her son Elsie at first blamed herself and the world she had brought her child into, though it was through the support of her brother and the need to survive that she slowly began to move ahead with her life. It would take several weeks before she would speak again, even longer before she actually dared to smile, but recently she has been seen occasionally smiling as she goes about her work.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 8:47 pm
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Rown ♪ Happy Holidays! ♪PROMPT
Prompt #: I. General (Owner)
"The Black Death is certainly a hindrance to the usual festivities, but it's wintertime and people don't give a damn-- with addle thoughts of surviving through another harsh winter, the Panymese are doing their best to up the ante on celebrations. With your recent gain on Plagues, though, people seem to ignore you-- with this new extra baggage, how do you celebrate the harsh wintertime?"
Entry:
She was a whore.
That was all she needed to remind herself with to get over the stares of the many sets of eyes that followed every one of her footsteps as Elsie continued down the pathway. She kept repeating the phrase over and over in her mind, a mantra of sorts to keep any ill thoughts at bay, though deep in her gut she knew the stares weren't directed at her but rather at the figure that rested atop her shoulder.
It clung to the sides of her face with a delicate hand, almost possessively holding to her as though letting go would leave it to be ruined. Every now and then the little creature would giggle, a bell-like tone that seemed befitting its truculent appearance, and though Elsie had initially felt great unease with each moment spent in this creature's presence she was now at peace. In peace in a way that meant she had had accepted her fate to be saddled with such a being, of course, but at peace none the less.
The day had started with Elsie wanting to go out and perhaps purchase a small present for her older brother, the Holiday seasons coming and his warm scarf beyond repair even at her skilled hands, though to her disappointment many doors that were once open for her now slammed in her face. Worse, some even refused to open at all and left the young woman shivering out in the cold. Pity, it seemed, had dried itself over for a woman who had taken a Plague.
No, no. I am a whore. They are treating me as so, and I must expect this. It it not Noel.
No, she wouldn't - couldn't blame him. No matter what anyone said she would not allow any of those words to ever pass her lips, for in a way she had created him into being . . .if those rumors she oft had heard were true. But then again that is all that they were, simply rumors and nothing concrete, so with a turn on her heels Elsie started back towards the small home she and her brother shared.
"What? Not shopping after all?"
The words in her ear were breathy and soft, their tone following so close to that bell-hued laughter. It sent shivers down her spine to wonder if this voice was the one her own child would have used, to think that Jesse may have had a sound that would effect her in such a way, but those thoughts did not stay long at all as her pace continued. There were no more words exchanged, only a few rings here and there caused by an unknown delight, and her cheeks grew flush as her heart ached with memory.
Jesse had not been able to spend his first Holidays with her, his body no longer on this earth but perhaps...perhaps his soul was. She had Noel, did she not? The being who mewled to her, calling her mother and wishing only to be at her side? Should she celebrate with him in Jesse's stead, despite the cold shoulders she was receiving from arms once wide with giving?
Yes. Yes, she must and she would if only to keep going. Thomas would not like to see her sulking in tears, useless for everyone but herself, and it would have been bitterly cruel to Noel's existence. Her path changed as she took a corner, her steps suddenly quicker and lighter then they had been only moments before. It was just like Elsie to get an idea into her head, one that worked well, and to let it motivate her until it was completed. She was still just a child after all.
"You're not heading home."
The voice again, this time holding a bit of amusement and perhaps a drop of confusion. The pressure against her face increased as the little figure shifted itself to move closer to her, as if it were seeking warmth against the sheets of rain that threatened the hazy sky. She glanced from the corner of her eye to look over, a gentle smile playing across her expression. It smiled as well, if she tried hard enough to see that twitch as a smile, and slowly Elsie exhaled her breathe.
"No, we must make a stop first. With the weather like it is no one is going to be out, and we must make sure to make the most of our time before Elder Brother comes home. He needs a surprise and you need a proper holiday."
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"I would ask how you came across all of this, but judging by the smell I am fairly certain I can pinpoint its origin."
When Elsie's brother returned home that night he was impressed to find a spread before him, though food was not surprisingly absent from the selection. In its place were the usually cups of coffee the siblings shared in the evening, along with several packages wrapped poorly to hide their contents. The smell of fresh dirt and soot clung to the body of the young woman who hustled about carrying different things, her hands and forearms still slightly brown with the evidence of her crime.
"Was there a reason you felt like taking this back up again? You had stopped after Jesse-"
Thomas himself stopped speaking as he watched Elsie flinch, though it was only for a moment before her odd flurry of activity began once again. She had been humming when he came in and the conversation had made her stop, though slowly the tune filled the air once more. Every now and then it seemed like a bell from an unknown source would chime in to give an accent to a particular note, and Thomas frowned as he awaited his answer.
"It's the Holidays, dear brother, and I intended to celebrate with my family. While it seems like a whore should not be working around the clock during this period of time there is never enough opportunity for those in the recovery business to get what they need. I prefer to think I was doing some last minute shopping to get you and Noel something special, that's all."
Elsie turned back with a broad and triumphant smile on her face, along with a streak of brown to show that she had been careless and must have had an itch. She moved down and sat at the table, her hand against her shoulder to allow the being she was calling Noel a chance to get down and have a seat as well. Surely the whole family would have to be present for presents, even those taken off bodies.
"If you wanted to go and celebrate we could have made our way into Town, or spent time with a neighbor. There was no need to go this far."
Her brother's voice was soft as he lifted the cup of coffee to his lips, frowning and making sure to smell it before a single drop would enter his mouth. Too many a time he'd had things that tasted like decay, and he wasn't about to start again now.
"Yes, there was. We are a new family, and will have our new traditions here. Outside there are still watching, and with Noel we cannot do things as we used to in the past. Even if it hadn't been Noel, if he were Jesse, we would have had to celebrate differently. I can only think by doing it this way we can try and not fail, with no one around to treat us poorly."
She had not liked the stares, the whispers and slammed doors still fresh in her ears. They would celebrate this way, or not at all. Thomas would have to understand or else he'd be wearing a scarf that was still ruined beyond repair.
"Besides...it doesn't take decorations to celebrate, right? It takes the three of us, and we're all here now. Let's celebrate the holiday seasons."
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