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 Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:02 pm
 "Lumiere Estelle Aileron. Would you like some tea?"Look below for Aeria's journal & certs.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:09 pm
About Lumiere
♥_________________________________B A S I C ♦ I N F O R M A T I O N
_____♥ Identity: Sailor Aeria
_____♥ Name: Lumiere Estelle Aileron (subject to change!)
_____♥ Age: 18
_____♥ School: Graduated!
_____♥ Birthday: April 19th
_____♥ Gemstone: x
_____♥ Occupation:
_________✖ Barista - Latte Art: Specialized in latte art-- part time beginner.
_________✖ Singer: Upcoming teen idol!
_____♥ Likes:
___________♦ Anything that suits her "refined tastes."
___________♦ Simplicity, ruffles and elegance!
_____✖ Dislikes:
___________♠ Anything that's ridiculously flashy or extravagant.
___________♠ Gaudiness, lack of logic and vulgar people!
♥_________________________________H O B B I E S:
✖ "Onamori" - Good luck sachets/charms: Along with her love of silver-making, she likes to do other intricate work through sewing and mixing scents. For example, she makes little scented sachets that are usually accompanied with little accessories. She likes to pick out several beads and jewels to accompany her onamoris in a cell phone charm display. Similar to her hobby of brewing tea, she mixes and makes little scents that are unique to each and every good luck charm she makes. She uses special ingredients for each charm-- for example, if one would like a love charm, part of the sachet mixture uses roses or other scents that symbolize love. She can make a variety ranging from love to hate and everything between. She picked up this hobby from making her own tea and discovered that it's an easier way to carry an aroma around, even without tea.
✖ Mixing blends of tea: Oh, her tea isn't the usual stuff you'll find in stores. Not at all. As if the store would have elegant enough teas to suit her tastes. Her tea blends are always unique-- sometimes people can't wait for more and sometimes people just can't wait to get out of there. Don't worry, running wont offend her. She'll just make sure that you're there to try the next improved batch!
✖ Erhu: She discovered this dead instrument when she came across it in the attic. While it's similar to a violin, it's distinctly different. She likes the whole element of surprise when she mentions she plays the erhu because people are like "what?"~ She's in the process of learning how to play the instrument and seems to have a natural potential skill in it-- even if she can't bring it out to the fullest now. She carries this around a lot, accompanied with her bow.
❤_________________________________V I R T U E S:
✖ LADYLIKE, LADYLIKE, LADYLIKE. "A lady really should be more elegant" - She's the picture of ladylike elegance-- or tries to be. She strives to be the image of the word. She's composed, decisive and sitting posed in that chair with a pretty teacup. She's never crude, vulgar or rash in her actions, every step that she takes is a careful practice of gracefulness and ease that makes her motions look as ladylike as possible. Don't senselessly gossip or boast because those are very unladylike qualities. Elegance, appearance and composure are key ingredients in being a lady and don't you forget that. Even under pressure, a lady should exude confidence and value calmness and elegance over all else.
✖ Aristocratic: "Keep your head proud and high." Her regal, refined and sophisticated qualities is only a part of her aristocratic nature, her other qualities consisting of her calm command of self and her unbending pride. She keeps a logical and clear head in dire situations and she certainly wouldn't be running in panic or hastiness. She thinks twice before she acts, abhorring mistakes. She keeps an aristocratic air around her, commanding and full of pride, refusing to bow down to others. Even in anger, she keeps her composure and strong will, never letting anger guide her actions rashly.
✖ On her own side: "I'm on my own side until death comes calling." She's not on your side. She's not on that side either. Pick sides? What? No, thank you. Trust her to sit there in the middle of a fight, prettily sipping tea, posed perfectly with that teacup. If anything, she's on her own side. Picking a side only limits her options and she's a girl who refuses to be limited in any way whatsoever. She comes and goes as she pleases and it'll stay that way from now until the day she dies. Don't force your ideals, obligations of stuffy expectations onto her-- she's got her own and doesn't need yours, thank you kindly.
✖ Strong sense of integrity and insight : "I've got my own ideas and morals so keep yours." Her sense of integrity is so strong, it is almost overwhelmingly so. She has a strong sense of morals that make up her 'self,' the little rules revolving around her "ladylike personality." Betraying your 'self' is one of the greatest crimes in her mind-- a sin that can only be committed under the most urgent of circumstances. For example, backstabbing someone or using dirty tactics? That's completely out of the question. While she's not the most caring of people, she's very morally set in her definition of "wrong" and "right."
❤_________________________________F L A W S:
✖ "Sharp Anger :" "How distasteful." She can't deal with what she despises. Such as kvetching or immoral methods. Contrary to her ladylike nature, she angers quickly. She's not going to let you carry on your whining or gossiping when she's around. She was never one to mince words in anger, her biting tone accompanied with her sharp tongue makes her anger blatant to everyone around her. She's not above immaturity or pettiness, retaliating to grudges when the opportunity presents itself. However, she keeps calm control even over her anger-- Don't mistake her actions as anger clouding her judgment. That wouldn't happen. Her judgment is working perfectly, she knows exactly what she's doing and the consequences that come with it.
✖ Selfish: "For the sake of my pride, kindly stand down." She's emotionally cool and selfish, centering her beliefs and actions around herself. Your top priority should be yourself. She's not selfless enough to openly sacrifice herself for another, advocating that people should value themselves more. She doesn't tolerate people who liver for anybody other than themselves and those who pursue goals other than their own. True, it's a selfish way to live but in the music industry, she's learned that the only person you can care for is yourself. Care about others and risk getting cheated or used in the process.
✖ Low tolerance: "Don't you dare say you cant." She has a no-nonsense personality that mercilessly refuses to acknowledge anybody that's not up to her expectations or can't hold their own. She doesn't have time nor the effort to waste on half-hearted efforts or your incompetence. Anything less than your full effort and concentration merits punishment. Which punishment would you prefer? She could slap you awake, kick you into shape or grind your foot really hard to make sure you've got the message. In worst case scenario, she would leave to simply do it herself. Do not doubt the fact that she will abandon you there and she is not coming back. If you can't get do it, it just proves that unfortunately, you weren't up to the task.
✖ Unclear Distinction: "... What do you think I'm here for?" There is a subtle dividing line between who she respects and likes and who she doesn't. Unfortunately, it's incredibly subtle to the point where you may not know it. If she didn't care for you, she wouldn't be here in the first place. She wouldn't have brought snacks and tea along with her nor would she have picked up your call. Otherwise, she would have just left you there. It's these subtle actions that you have to look into. Sure, she may not be verbally comforting or affectionately comforting (aside from the silent pet or two) but she is there for you. She simply doesn't display affection in the normally open and crude ways that the population prefers. This often leads to an insensitive impression of her personality-- but if you ask her outright, she'll tell you frankly that this is her way of caring. For the people that don't ask, they remain with the wrong impression.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:10 pm
Sailor Aeria 
_____♥ Senshi: Sailor Aeris
_____♥ Challenge: "Crystallize and shatter."
♥_________________________________S E N S H I ♥ A T T A C K S
__♥______F I R S T ♦ L E V E L
_____→ Invoke Crystal!
She touches the ground to form large spikes of crystal that pops up from the ground. They can be summoned from any angle she wishes and can be directed themselves toward the enemy, creating cuts and scrapes. If it pierces the enemy directly, it can create shallow wound(s). She can only summon one large spike of crystal at a time and may layer crystal spikes after it but it exhausts her energy.
She can only summon up to four spikes in battle and the crystal disappears when she disappears from the battlefield or henshins down.
__♥______S E C O N D ♦ L E V E L ♦ P O W E R ♦ U P
_____→ Impaling Crystal!
Similar to her first attack, crystal spikes form from the ground, varying from narrow to large. However, instead of inflicting wounds upon impact, it crystallizes a small section (6-inch radius) upon contact. This crystallized area can be broken off forcibly, or otherwise wear off within a short time afterwards. (45 seconds~)
She can summon multiple crystals twice and single spikes up to six times. The crystal disappears from the battlefield when she disappears or henshins down.
__♥______S E C O N D ♦ A T T A C K
_____→ Crystal Prism!
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:16 pm
Reserved
-really light gradient from dark (top) to light (bottom) for eyes
-sash/cape
-certain anime boots (white refs)
-wings on side of head FORM
Character: Sailor Aeria
Using: Stories! Switching out a reg for solos and battle for regs C:
Upgrade to: Super!
CUSTOM ONLY
Any specific requests?
ALL REFS ARE LIBERAL <333 please do take artistic liberties!
both hands for Aeria, cupping a crystal? (shape is up to you!) Like so. Not standing though-- some kind of magical elegant pose *_*
Hair is something like one (bangs stay the same, maybe longer and curve around her face so it's a sexier thing)
LOTS OF JEWELRY AND GEMS HANGING EVERYWHEREEEE. I WANT TO INCREASE THISSSSSS. Bracelets, necklaces, earrings, hanging at her waist biggrin DD Yeah~
boots have more of a fit like this and this~ ;; they're both cute! but keeping the same design you put with laces and lines <3
really light gradient from dark (top) to light (bottom) for eyes (gradient to get more powerful on eyes AND hair)
-wings on side of hat; hat gets bigger and more extravagant!
-sash on arms!
-cute but sultry/sexy appeal like far: OVERALL REF: right with curly hair
I do have a vague outfit ideas BUT I think you'll do far better than these ideas ;; I really liked the look you have the tih hunter you did with her pose telling a story and her clothes being the cutest prettiest EVER so if there's a general idea of what I'd like aeria to look like, it's probably something along the lines of that kind of chaste prettiness and subtle ruffles and cute design! : idea/idea two BUT PLEASE DONT TAKE IT EXACTLY~ I still want to incorporate her first stage outfit somehow. I know I want it extravagant and SUPER PRETTY/SEXY but .. uh ... simple at the same time. ;; + subtle ruffly side skirt like aqua from KH that goes in front/behind one side of waist I would mostly prefer you to design ti!
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 2:45 am
"Her Majesty Appears"
It hurt, it really did.
Aeria had been standing on the side of the ballroom, after the chaos ended and the negaverse departed. Still fairly new to the senshi side, she hadn’t quite understood the requirements or the purpose of these “terrorists” around time. Aeria sat, perched delicately on a seat outside on the balcony.
From the expressions and reactions centered on the holy figure in the room, Aeria assumed that many others had never seen the Moon Queen either. She needed no identification. Every single senshi in the room recognized their queen and her name was spoken, uttered in a whisper on everyone’s lips and minds in unison.
Serenity.
Aeria sat there with a frown crossing her delicate features, hand lifting slowly to clutch at the crystal gem on her chest. Fingertips touched the gem lightly, purple eyes casted downward to look at the symbol of her sphere embedded on her chest. She didn’t particularly like this feeling—this wave of nostalgia and urgency for their Queen. Aeria had never been one to work well with others and this time proved to be no exception. Again, Aeria failed to communicate properly or act, left behind in the dust. Lumiere firmly believed she was her own person but this.. Aeria seemed to overtake it and form her into somebody she didn’t know. Somebody with different feelings, feelings to protect a cause that Lumiere had never known. Lumiere didn’t regret her actions, refusing to dig into a monstrous cake for a mere crystal. But Aeria did. It was a puzzling conflict.
A lingering urge in the back of her head that never quite went away, even when she was absorbed most in modeling shoots or playing her beloved erhu.
She hated feeling like this. It only grew stronger with the appearance of Queen Serenity tonight, one of the last of the lineage. Her appearance confirmed their cause, some senshi overjoyed to see her, some confused and an exempt few who had mixed feelings, like Lumiere herself.
She wondered if was there a possibility that she was looking through this all wrong? Perhaps the two personas weren’t completely separate entities after all. Or they were simply too different. Aeria, for the first time, was at a loss to what action to take next. She was treading on an unknown path and she didn’t like the uncertainty of it. Her hands came together, fingers crossed in a sort of prayer, amethyst eyes closed with resignation. It started to rain outside but she didn’t call a chaffuer home. No, this was one night where she felt like walking.
Children and youngsters raced back inside their houses and homes, using their bags of candy or pumpkin baskets to shield the wet droplets from falling onto their costumes. But Lumiere let the rain fall, her witch costume damp and shoes soaked. Home was a long walk to take. One phrase rang in her mind repeatedly and incessantly, like the light of the moon falling upon Destiny City. Her hand, once more, lifted to slightly hover over her chest. It was a strange thing, to realize your starseed was connected to the moon. What she once regarded as a simple planetary object was the focus of her destiny.
“Find the lights that wait for you...
Find them, and find hope.”
(550 words)
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 3:57 pm
Snowing nights with snowglobes.
There had been a modeling shoot with an Imperium Greetings staff member, although none with the company itself. The snowglobe, being a popular gift item, had been given to Lumiere free of charge, wrapped in a simply but elaborate white gift box with shimmering blue ribbons. When Lumiere opened the gift, she discovered an unexpected surprise.
A globe.. of.. the Queen that appeared at the ball?
Lumiere tipped the snowglobe back and forth, spinning the around and around. But no matter how many times she saw it, it couldn't be identified as any other. There were no such things as coincidences in this world. At first, the snowglobe had been an object of distrust, sitting delicately on a white counter.
... But days went by.. There wasn't a single trace of evidence that indicated elsewise, that the snowglobe was anything other than a snowglobe. It merely sat there, gathering dust. Sometimes, Lumiere sat at the desk, leaning back in her chair to listen to it's nostalgic tune. The melody could be heard in late hours of the night, the bluenette sitting by her window, curtains opened to reveal the large moon. She closed her eyes, head tipped back, simply allowing the pale streaks of moonlight to light her dark silhouette in the night. Slowly, she brought her knees up to her chest, her arms hugged her legs tightly. Her head rested sideways, her cheeks flattening on the hard surface of her knees. Her eyes closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
The season of Christmas. Memories lingered in the back of her mind as the notes played, slowly but coherently, forming into a clearer picture. It was images of her family from once before. It was only a single Christmas embedded in her memories. Ms. Aileron, or Mama, as Lumiere referred to her was attempting to stick a large crystal star on top of the tree. Nearly falling over, Lumiere's small and high pitched voice had frantically called out to Mr. Cross.
The man, bent over a box of decorations, looked up in alarm. He slid forward, catching the thin-framed female in his hands, landing in an unorganized mess of limbs and presents. They had laughed over it, Senri's father winked at her. He had once told Lumiere that he would always be there. At that time, Lumiere believed he truly meant it. Little Lumiere burst into laughter as well, bringing out the irate Senri, lecturing the two adults on their lack of caution.
But shortly after, Mr. Cross would rarely, if ever, be seen again in the home of the Ailerons.
The notes neared an end.. and so did the memory.
Open my eyes, yeah, it was only just a dream.
So I travel back, down that road.
Will she come back? No one knows.
I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream.
The lyrics filtered in from a song on itunes, playing softly on her abandoned laptop. It was difficult to pull her gaze away from the etheral sight in the sky, unfolding from her current posture to reluctantly stand. Instead of checking on the important emails and messages that surely awaited her, she closed her laptop lid for the night.
She wouldn't play that snowglobe again tonight. Unnecessary memories only proved to be an incessant hindrance. She turned the snowglobe around so that the front no longer faced the bluenette, pushing it to the back of her desk. She didn't have time for sentimentality tonight.
But that didn't mean that the tune wouldn't play tomorrow. Or the day after. Or for days to come. But that memory wouldn't be replayed.
(607 words)
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 6:05 pm
Unwanted whispers
Lumiere found her hand extending for the sugar instead of the teacup. Again. She shook her head, decisively reaching out for the teacup. She had to remind herself.. the teacup. It wasn’t like Lumiere to become distracted. But she was and she knew the exact reason why.
A voice that haunted her reality and dreams. It haunted her even now. She could feel somebody in back of her—watchful eyes. Lumiere abruptly turned around, only spotting the ends of her hair as she disappeared, fleetingly. Lumiere didn’t know what overtook her, suddenly abandoning her tea table. She walked—her pace quickened—you could almost call it a run. But Lumiere didn’t have anything she so badly wanted as to waste effort on running when a brisk walk could get you there. That’s what it was. A brisk walk.
To chase after that phantom.
She didn’t know when she made it to her room— What Lumiere registered was the door slipping open slowly… but surely. Had she left it open? Or did she open it? She couldn’t remember. There was a piano melody playing. Did Lumiere turn it on? Perhaps. But she didn’t remember turning it on. It played, the window open, the curtains lifting along with the cool breeze. She fingered the snowglobe on her desk, enchanted. Lumiere? Enchanted? That was an emotion few witnessed other than her icy or elegant demeanor. Even her erhu couldn’t compare—the melody she played on her erhu simply wasn’t enough anymore.
But this piano melody was?
 Tinkle.. tinkle.. tinkle.
Lumiere tried to argue but there wasn’t anything that she could argue against. It was odd for Lumiere to be distracted and absent-minded. She abhorred such qualities .. but .. Before she knew it, she was curled up on her mattress, blue hair sprawled out and body curving inwards. She fell into the abyss of dreams. In her precious garden. A whisper here .. A silhouette there .. Lumiere turned around, wide eyes looking for the source.
Ill be here soon.
The phantom of the globe’s whispers and melody never ceased. Even at work, Lumiere’s mind was focused on it. Perhaps it might be an employee showing off her newest globe.. or a poster of it on the wall.. It never failed to take over one’s life. Lumiere wished it wouldn’t take over her’s, her teeth gritting down, struggling to shake off the ethereal haze that lowered, clouding her brain. She furiously shook her head.. the presence in Lumiere’s room could see the girl’s tears slip down her cheek on the bed. A voice overpowered the snowglobe’s one, filled with frustration and anger.
“Go away. Go. Go.”
No matter how authoritative the whisper was, how desperately Lumiere wanted to be free of this curse, she wouldn't make it out. This voice that never ceased.. never-ending.. as if it could go on for an eternity. Her fingers curled into a fist, nails indenting her palms, her pillow dotted with tears.
She should have thrown it away.
(504 words)
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