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 Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 12:46 pm
the i n d e x
the i n d e x
introduction
the p l o t
r ules
skeleton & p r o f i l e s
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 12:54 pm
the l o v e of inanimate objects is a love f o r e v e r what if that l o v e comes with a p r i c e ?
cursedan Evoblack originaltheindex.introduction.theplot.therules.skeleton&profiles.setting.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:01 pm
the plot
One day, a wealthy young woman entered his shop, having duped her chaperon and stolen off to see the maker's rumored dolls. The doll maker glanced up from his work at the young woman and was stunned. She was beautiful; by her garb, he could tell that she was rich. The way she handled each and every one of his dolls surprised him. That day, the young woman bought a doll from the maker and came again regularly. Slowly, the young woman grew to love the doll maker as well. For a month, this became their ritual. The young woman asked the maker to make a doll especially for her. Of course, it was only natural that the doll maker would consent. Immediately, he set off to work.
Unfortunately, the doll maker couldn't come with any design for his love's doll. He broke doll after doll until shards of glass littered the ground of his shop. Nothing. On a dark and stormy night, a man entered his shop. He was dressed all in black, a cane with a horned snaked head carrying him forward, with a foreboding presence about him. He approached the doll maker and stopped in front of him. Did the doll maker long for the perfect doll? Of course, the maker replied that he did.
From behind his coat pocket, the foreboding man revealed the most beautiful and perfect doll the maker had ever laid eyes on. Did he want the doll? Yes, anything for it. Was he willing to give up everything for it? Yes, definitely. Was he sure? Of course! He just wanted the doll.
The foreboding man grasped his wrist and hurriedly whispered a curse under his breath,
"Doomed to live, doomed to die
doomed to turn his life awry
for the doll's beauty he does cry
and his descendants' fate he will buy.
"Turning and yearning,
their fate will be burning
in glass eyes that are churning
inside with their life stirring.
"Past passes
and descendants come in masses,
only one whose love amasses
for the doll, returned, not lasts.
"Descendant's soul sucked
into the doll, she is shucked,
and her body will be chucked
and doll, to life, will buck.
"Only way to save
is the body so crav'd
until unto another a slave
and descendant's life waiv'd."
Once finished, the foreboding man handed the most beautiful doll over to the maker and revealed himself to be one of the demon lords of Hell. The lord sucked out the maker's soul, leaving him an entirely empty shell, left only with his insatiable love for the young woman and his love. The maker proposed to his love the day he presented her with the doll. Cradling the doll close to her breast, the young woman accepted and they soon married, having children years later.
The most beautiful doll passed down through the family, each of the maker's descendants' souls going straight into the doll. With each life, the doll gained senses and even more life than the last. The only one soul spared was the maker's wife. Finally, the doll more alive than ever, came to life when she passed into the hands of the maker's direct descendant, an outcast teenage girl out of place because of her family's supposed "curse." When the doll comes to life in front of her, the girl can hardly believe her eyes. As they spend time together, the doll and the girl slowly fall in love, as the curse fated them.
Faced with the most difficult situation of her young life, the girl has to choose between saving her own soul and giving her soul up to the doll she loves so she can become fully human.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 3:37 pm
R U L E S
1 ) Follow ze Gaia ToS
[[ And any other rules of the guild. A no-brainer. ]]
2 ) Sex anyone?
[[ No sex. No cybering. That's final. ]]
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5 ) Titles
[[ Every PM sent to me must have a title. If not, I'm not accepting it. This applies for reservations as well.
*Hint: Highlight this entire post to read something special.* ]]
6 ) One word, one sentence...
[[ ...will get you nowhere. It slows down the RP. The minimum requirement literacy for being is this at least 5 sentences (1 paragraph, the last time I checked).
Please include an RP sample if I haven't RPed with you before. ]]
7 ) "Blah blah blah..."
[[ OCC is allowed. Just don't take up pages with it. Keep it to a minimal. I'll gladly create a separate thread if you like. ]]
8 ) And God said let there be...mod?
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9 ) Let's go post... Oh! Where did everyone go?
[[ It's no fun to be all alone. Let's all try and be active to make this RP last as long as possible! If you can't stick around, tell me so. Just don't disappear. ]]
10 ) "May I have a place?"
[[ Reservations are great because you don't have to do a lot of work on them! Please reserve before you actually make a profile for a character. A 100x100 picture is required for a character reserve. If I get more than one reservation for the character, I reserve the right to choose who I find the best. An RP sample of the character you would like to play is required. ]]Hi! Thanks for highlighting.
I am accepting no profiles with anime pictures. Only real people are acceptable. Try your best to find real pictures. The reservation skeleton is in the profile thread.
Profile: title "I'll give up my soul for you."These rules have been revised and based on several sets of RP rules I have encountered.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 3:39 pm
skeleton & p r o f i l e s
[align=right][size=16][color=postingcolor]ROLE[/color][/align][/size]
[align=center] [img]picture of character-> 300x400 limit[/img]
[[for doll, doll form]]
[size=10]any extra pictures go here in URL FORM ONLY[/size][/align]
[size=16]☆- - - the b a s i c s[/size]
[list][list][list][list]
[size=11]☆name - - - [color=postingcolor][full name][/color][/size]
[size=11]☆age- - - [color=postingcolor][spell it out][/color][/size]
[size=11]☆gender- - - [color=postingcolor][m/f][/color][/size]
[size=11]☆preference- - - [color=postingcolor][sexuality][/color][/size]
[size=11]☆theme- - - [color=postingcolor][theme song][/color][/size]
[size=11]☆birthday- - - [color=postingcolor][mmmddyyy][/color][/size]
[/list][/list][/list][/list]
[align=center]Icons maybe resembling your character, if nothing you don't have to put anything here[/align]
[size=16]☆- - - the p u p p e t[/size]
[list][list][list][list]
[size=11]☆personality- - - [color=postingcolor][same as below][/color][/size]
[size=11]☆biography- - - [color=postingcolor][at least one to two paragraphs--> can be what you used in ur reservation][/color][/size]
[size=11]☆likes- - - [color=postingcolor][paragraph form or list][/color][/size]
[size=11]☆dislikes- - - [color=postingcolor][x][/color][/size]
[size=11]☆height- - - [color=postingcolor][x][/color][/size]
[size=11]☆weight- - - [color=postingcolor][x][/color][/size]
[/list][/list][/list][/list]
[size=16]☆- - - the p u p p e t e e r[/size]
[list][list][list][list]
[size=11]☆love me love me - - - [color=postingcolor][possible crush interest?][/color][/size]
[size=11]☆pulling the strings - - [color=postingcolor][your gaian username][/color][/size]
[/list][/list][/list][/list] ____________ The Descendant ☆- - - the b a s i c s
☆name - - - Blair Wich
☆age- - - Seventeen
☆gender- - - Female
☆preference- - - Girls
☆theme- - - Everybody's Fool ~ Evanescence
☆birthday- - - October 31, 1993
☆- - - the p u p p e t
☆personality- - - I totally hate talking about my personality. You really only can know a person if you actually meet them. But I'll try. A good place to start talking about myself is from the beginning. I've always been a quiet and introverted kid, mostly because I have been teased from a young age. It came a lot from my weird family curse and the fact that I had a different style. Meeting those scant few kids in public school who were like me gave me tons more confidence to express myself. There was still that niggle of self-doubt and lack of self-esteem that led me to the addictive wrist-cutting I did in junior high. Of course, I didn't feel any better, so I stopped before someone found out.
If you do get to know me a little better, you'll see that the scary Goth kid on the outside is only an expression of who I am on the inside. I'm a really sweet person (I like to think so) who can't stand being mean to anyone (well, except for those few who deserve it) without feeling guilty. Yeah, well, thank my mom; she raised me well. I love dark and scary stuff, especially creepy dolls, Tim Burton's stuff, and Hot Topic.
In the end, I add up to being one interesting girl.
☆biography- - - Like any normal person, I was born, I grew up with two parents and lots of doting relatives, and I went to school. But that wasn't the best part of it. I was born on Halloween. That's right. October thirty-first. And that's not even the tip of the iceberg. My family has a curse on it. At least, it has a curse through my dad's grandfather's side. My dad's granddad was an English doll maker who, like so many at the time, immigrated to the United States in hope for a better life. He set up shop in New York, became successful, and married a wealthy young woman. It was said he made a deal with the devil to convince the young woman to marry her, giving her a doll given to him by the devil himself. The doll sucks the departed soul of each of the doll maker's descendants, becoming more alive with each suck. Or so the curse goes.
Of course, my family believes in the curse. At least, my dad (who is how I'm related to the doll maker). My mom thinks it's pure bullshit. I would too if it weren't for the doll great-granddad passed down. My dad gave her to me for my twelfth birthday, and I've had her since. Personally, to me, she's kinda creepy (which I love) and very beautiful. I don't believe the devil-demon-lord nonsense, but I believe I have a really great doll. Of course, the curse isn't a family secret. Everyone in our area knows about the Wich family "curse." Ever since kindergarten I've been teased and mocked because of my weird Gothic style. Add the curse? Pure, miserable torture. I dread going to school, but the education, and the few friends I have, are what keep me going.
Sometimes I hate the doll maker's cursed doll. Who could blame me? But there's something about her. Something different from all the dolls I've ever had. It's easy to talk to her about things. Stupid as it is, I've even told my darkest secrets to her. Who's she gonna tell? No one.
Maybe it's a good thing the doll maker sold his soul for that doll.
☆likes- - - The color purple, black lipstick, black nail polish, eyeliner, rock music, varying shades of blue, the color red, the supernatural, Halloween, mythology, vampires, faeries, cursive & script, true horror movies (Blair Witch Project, duh), Tim Burton's stuff, Japanese culture & music, anime, writing (poems, stories, songs)
☆dislikes- - - Screamo music, pink-anything, rap music, hip hop, gangsters, players, perverts, people who curse excessively, completely gory movies, the morning, birds singing in the morning, empty pieces of writing (feeling-wise), chunks of fruit in yogurt/smoothies, fur-less dogs & cats
☆height- - - 5"6
☆weight- - - 145 lbs.
☆- - - the p u p p e t e e r
☆love me love me - - - My beautiful doll.
☆pulling the strings - - Evoblack
DOLL ☆- - - the b a s i c s
☆name - - - Abigail "Belle" DeVontre
☆age- - - 110 years
☆gender- - - Female
☆preference- - - Girls.
☆theme- - - Devil Doll by The Misfits
Lacie
☆birthday- - - February 14, 1900
☆- - - the p u p p e t
☆personality- - - Abigail is new to the world so her "personality" isn't really there. She'll develop as time goes on and as she does, she'll develop the personality of the beauty that she was created for a long time ago. A flirtatious female daring to do just about anything for those that she loved, but for now she's confused and shy.
☆biography- - - I was made a long time ago for a woman worthy of my beauty. She radiated joy whenever she came into contact with the man I was handed too. I'm not exactly sure why the people that hold me grow weak, there are only a few but I don't like the look of distant pain they have when they do hold me. I get healthier and healthier as the time comes. My "true" master spoke to me and warned me of the people above the surface, he told me to be very uncanny and not to fall for any of the pitiful males that would try to get something more from me. He made sure that I would protect my body in all cases. Although he would always get nervous or talk to me whenever a male was around. I'm not entirely sure exactly why but I learned to distrust those that were male because of him. I'm fragile after all..
☆likes- - - Dancing. Clothing. Cameras. Laughing. Talking. Kissing. Watching the distant sun setting and the moon glistening at night.
☆dislikes- - - Water. Ew. Obsessive people. Clingers. Humidity. Bugs. BUGS. Cats.
☆height- - - 5"4
☆weight- - - 125 lbs
☆- - - the p u p p e t e e r
☆love me love me - - - My enticing mistress.
☆pulling the strings - - RomeosjulietXD
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 3:40 pm
New York City, NYTime: October 2010
Place: New York City, New York
Weather: Cold, overcast theindex.introduction.theplot.therules.spots.skeleton&profiles.setting.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 10:50 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 10:49 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:12 am
☽ Blair Wich ☾
Just a cursed, lonely outcast. ╔══════════════════════════════╗ ❝ Have you no shame? Don't you see me? ❞   ❝ You know you've got everybody fooled
. ❞╚══════════════════════════════╝
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:33 pm
[[Hello, Juliet darling. We are beginning on the first day of October. It is a rather cold, overcast day just threatening rain. Our beautiful Blair is coming home from school with a friend. The doll, of course, is waiting on the shelf. Blair, having had a bad day, doesn't spend too long with her friend in her room.
Sound good? smile ]]
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:36 pm
|| Evo dear, it sounds perfect. You're going to have to forgive me if I don't post right away. I'm off to the movies soon with my little brother. AAAAAnd I have to make a pretty post. But I'll post as soon as I get a chance. (: ||
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:42 pm
[[No problem. I just wanted to confirm a starting basis with you. I'll be working on my first post. You post whenever you can, ok? biggrin ]]
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Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 8:06 pm
☽ Blair Wich ☾
Just a cursed, lonely outcast. ╔══════════════════════════════╗ ❝ Have you no shame? Don't you see me? ❞ ❝ You know you've got everybody fooled
. ❞╚══════════════════════════════╝
Blair Wich drank in all of this as she opened her bedroom door. Instantly, a veil of serenity shrouded her grumbling thoughts. The poor outcast girl had been tortured that day at school; this time it was because of her name and its eerie similarity to the Blair Witch movie, which she so adoringly loved. Her only best friend crept in behind her, both of them kicking off their shoes in anticipation of feeling the even darker plush purple carpet under their tired feet. Blair's friend, Rachel, jumped onto her bed and reclined there, dropping her Skeleton Animal backpack to the floor and watching Blair.
Blair ran a hand through her straight black hair, a slight headache throbbing at the bases of her temples. "Rachel, I can't wait until I'm out of this hellhole." She gestured in the direction of the school in front of her shut window. "Seriously? This is New York. I shouldn't be treated like this. I just--I just get so tired of it."
Voice cracking, Blair sank down onto the bed beside her friend. Rachel wrapped a comforting arm around her waist and resting her head on her shoulder. It was so rare to see Blair breaking down like this. She was often so quietly strong, rarely showing her emotions to anyone but those closest to her.
"It's okay, sweetie. You know, I feel the exact same way everywhere I go." A bright, insightful smile lit her face. "Say...I know where you'll feel better."
"Rach, I'm not going to another Gothic club. You know what happened the last time my parents caught me sneaking out. I'm not getting my freedom revoked again."
"Ah, sweetie, I wasn't gonna say that. I mean--" That was exactly what Rachel had implied. It severely unnerved Rachel to see Blair like this. "--we could stay here and watch NBC. Tim Burton. You're totally in love with him. What can't he cure?"
Blair shook her head as frustrated tears slipped from her eyes, craving solitude. "No. I just wanna be alone for now." She glanced up at her friend apologetically. "No offense."
Rachel, a little disappointed, reached down and grasped the edge of her backpack with her hand and smiled. "None taken, Blair. If you need to chill, then chill. I'll call you up later and see if you're up for doing anything then. A little treat from me to make you feel better. Huh?"
Smiling wistfully, Blair nodded her approval. The ever-partying Rachel swung her hips in an enticing circle before exiting her room. Then, Blair was alone; the Gothic outcast collapsed onto her comfortable bed, combat boots thunking the floor and tears staining the black comforter.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 8:30 am
 Ⱥbigail ƁЄᴌᴌЄ ÐeѴontre
Now that you know I'm trapped; XXXXXX
XXXXXβσμηʠ and яɇʂϯʁɩȼϯ϶ɗ,
Sense of e l a t i o n,XXXXX
XXXXI tried to give you up
You'd never d/r/e/a/m ofXXXX
XXXBut I'm ɒȡȡɩɔϯəɗ.
Breaking this fixation.XXX WRITINGWILLGOHEREWRITINGWILLGOHEREWRITINGWILLGOHERE
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WRITINGWILLGOHERE XXXXXXXX XXXXXXXX
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:12 am
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