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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:29 pm
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Name: Naia Named for the Ναϊάδες, or fresh-water nymphs. Nickname(s): Naia has not encountered anyone other than her Patron at this time and thus has no other names. ^.^ Sex: Female Birthday: Born 09/29/11 ; September 29th ; Libra (♎) (She will mature to gain some of Libra's wisdom through her years, though she now possesses only tenderness, kindness, altruism, passion.) Fraction: Moon ☽ Residency: Ina Strong affinity to the ocean, though she stays indoors most of the time due to her patron's (pre-determined) preference. She enjoys the sounds and the scent of the sea-breeze, though she learned when she was young that salty air is no good for old books. Clan: Naia has not yet ventured forth from Kaie's humble home; she has not joined a clan. Color scheme: Crystalline shades; Cerulean blue, oceans breeze, muted sapphire (jewl tone). Reminiscent of a calm, cool ocean or body of clear fresh water. (Obtained from looking at the basic Seedling form.) Height: Obtained through Flatsale; can I fill this out/ customize this? Or is most (color-wise, fashion) of this pre-determined? Bodytype: ??? Hair:??? Eyes:??? Tattoos:??? Ripples, water-inspired by surface textures, calming Accessories:??? Branches/leaves/flowers: ??? Fashion: ??? Personality Traits: (Sheltered; Tender; Considerate; Naive) Naia is tender and considerate, a pleasant being whose soothing mannerisms create an aura of calm about her. Yielding and adaptable, her personality meshes with most others, allowing her to get along with most everyone. She moves through life like a sweet murmur, bringing bliss and a sense of a shared secret to those who encounter her. For all her serenity, she has a perverse desire that associates her with the Moon fraction... she wishes the tree of life to fall, so that she might print novels on its processed bark. She is sweet and simple, possessing just enough awareness to recognize the most genial or mollifying way to act around others... while lacking the true understanding and wit necessary to comprehend the depth and breadth of her blasphemous aspiration. Through growth and maturation, her naivety may give way to understanding, though she will linger near her patron well into her spritely years- hesitant to leave his comfortable sanctuary of books amidst tranquil Ina. (To be embellished upon growth.) Occupation: Seedling. In her youth shall assist her patron with the management and cleaning of his bookstore/library. Shall manage the counter and deal with customer interactions, providing a sweet, welcoming feel to his pristine abode. Hobbies: Reading- One of her earliest memories is of Kaie reading to her, to which she responded with a warmth matched only by the sheer joy she radiates when in his company. She prefers Fantasy, though as she grows her tastes will expand. Her first lessons were to learn her letters. (This was deemed most important, far above mathematics though followed closely by protocol, by her bookish patron.) She may delve into writing/penmanship at a later date. (To be embellished upon growth.) Favourite Food: (Will fill in upon growth and introduction to food.) Least Favourite Food: (")
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:32 pm
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Name: Kaie Porter Nickname(s): Age: 21 Sex: Male Birthday: September 13th (Virgo - ♍) Origin: He likes to believe that he is the product of a wispy cloud's invocation, or perhaps a condensation of sea breeze and desert sand, or maybe even a distillation of pale moonlight (well, sunlight reflected by the moon's surface)... though in truth he is naught more than a porter's son. Height: 6'5" Bodytype: Long and lean, naturally thin. His complexion is extremely fair, leading him to live a predominantly indoor lifestyle. His only exercise, aside from occasional journeys to find a vintage print or other rare item, is shifting piles of books or strolling to the nearest store- though his eating habits are fairly modest, and so he has no trouble maintaining his sleek physique. His lips are cherub-like and ruby-red, standing out in stark contrast to his pale features. Hair: Pale-ashen white (too light to be considered blonde.) Thin and long, tied back in a loose pony-tail with a worn black ribbon. He often wonders whether his hair will turn grey as he ages, or if it will merely lose a shade and grow stark-white in his 50th year. Eyes: Pale pewter-blue, appearing grey . Fashion: Somber black and grey, with an occasional flash of white. He wears tailored pants, light-hued long-sleeved shirts and polished black shoes with a slight heel. When it suits his fancy, he dons black vest over the top or waistcoat when outdoors. He wears black gloves, sunglasses and caries a black-lace parasol when outdoors of necessity; his skin does not tolerate sun exposure well. His sterling-silver antique pocket watch and other small touches are merely products of his eccentricity. Personality Traits: Docile around others, always polite and courteous. He knows his manners, and never forgets to bow. He lacks charm, for though he is rigid in his protocol for encounters he lacks that extra smile, that dazzling wink, that separates pleasantries from flirtation. He has never shown much interest in women, unless they are imaginary beings recorded in a book or poem. He is intelligent and studious, though he prefers the sanctuary of his home library/bookstore to a lecture hall. Fastidious and tidy, he would no sooner allow a dust-bunny to make residence in his home than he would leave a tea-bag out of its carefully labeled "To Be Composted" container. Occupation: Librarian / Book Seller (Good luck getting one of his previous novels out of his store... he opens shop more as a front, some way to display the fact that he is contributing to society, than from any real desire to sell any of his wares.) Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Literature Collecting. He is rather fond of old myths and legends of the lands. Favourite Food: Anything clean, neat, and tidy that can be consumed quickly (sustenance is required if he wishes to continue his studies, after all!) while reading. Least Favourite Food: Messy chili, soups and wines that stain the pages of his precious pages, Barbequed-anything... I do believe you sense a pattern. <3 Family: His father was a porter, his mother a dress-maker who at times worked as a tailor. They are an elderly couple tight in their traditions; they wake, break their fast, work, meet for an afternoon stroll, and return home after finishing the day's tasks. His father reads while his mother tidies the house, then they have a single glass of White wine and retire to their bed chamber. They work for the love of it, and tradition, for they do not want for money. His mothers' dowry financed their cottage-like (by choice) house long ago, and they need little to maintain their quaint lifestyle. Kaie is their only child. Mother: Abigail Porter, born Abigail Moreau Father: Michael Porter His grandparents did not approve of his mother's chosen husband, and though they payed her dowry had little contact with the Porters after their marriage. History: He was raised to be polite and courteous, kept indoors due to his unique condition. This suited the young boy quite well, for he was not fond of the rough-housing and scratched knees that other boys seemed plagued with. He grew like a reed, and quickly surpassed his mother's average height to join his father in the realm of the skinny giants. When he turned 18, the age of majority in his parents' mind, he moved to Ina (where he found similarly peace-loving inhabitants who welcomed him openly and did not question his whimsical temperament) and used his savings to set up a small library/bookstore along a quiet road. He lives in a humble room upstairs, preferring to spend his earnings on well-tailored clothing (his mother spoiled him for poorly-knit items) and books.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:34 pm
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Growth and Development Progress Key:
[x] = Finished [~] = In Progress [o] = Not Yet Available (i.e. requires Meta Event to be in progress) [ ] = Not Yet Begun
Current Stage: Seedling Next Stage: Spark
Progress: [x] Completed Journal [x] 1 solo about obtaining seed [ ] 1 roleplay [o] Blanket
Overall Growth Requirements:
Stage 1: Seedling Completed Journal, 1 solo about obtaining seed, 1 roleplay, Blanket
Stage 2: Spark 3 solos, 2 roleplays, 1 week activity
Stage 3: Sapling 4 solos, 3 roleplays, 2 weeks activity, 1 roleplay with Voren
Stage 4: Sprite 6 solos, 8 roleplays, 1 meta, min. 5 hearts, 2 quests
Stage 5: Sentient 25 roleplays, 15 solos, 6 quests, 20 battle/war wins, 10 hearts, 3 metas, lots of activity!
Stage 6: Sage ???
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 8:46 pm
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