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 Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 12:06 pm
Sand in an hourglass slipping away.
Time goes by, there's nothing to say.
But what if time, were not measured in sand.
What if time were measured in snow.
Could you count it? Would you know?
Could you count it in blood?
Could you count it in tears?
What time is it in your world?
How did you measure it?
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 1:22 pm
 Jaquan DirkOfficer Jaquan....
Nick Name: Crimson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Job: Navy - Lieutenant
Romance Preference: Bi
Motto: " ..... Wait, did you say something? "
Birth Day: Oct. 1st
Post Color #8292ab
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Positive Traits
Intelligent - Quick-Witted - Easily Amused
Neutral Traits
Unbiased - ??? - ???
Negative Traits
Deceitful - Fabricator - Sarcastic____________________________
History
From the moment Jaquan could form an opinion at a young age, he knew something was wrong with him. There had to be... While he was born into an upper class family, he was treated by the rest of the family like a servant. His mother, though kind, often looked at him with sadness in her eyes. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he make his mother smile more often? Why couldn't he get along with any of his aunts and uncles? Sometimes, even the cook would forget to cook his dish... It wasn't unusual for Jaquan to have to steal his own meal from the kitchen. It wasn't uncommon he was forced to lie so that he could avoid trouble with the rest of his family.
So, Jaquan grew up an unusual life for someone of his class, without any knowledge of why that was... That was, until the age of 13. His aunt Elizabeth had caught him stealing again, and forced him into labor, cleaning part of their large, large house. It was servants work, but he'd rather do this then have her tell his mother... But she spoke ugly words, asking him what he thought about his father who'm was never there. What about the fact that most of the family had brown or black hair, while he had ravishing crimson red hair. Or why everyone hated him. Jaquan tried to ignore these taunts, but honestly it got him to thinking... What was his father like? Why was he never around?
These questions were stuck in his mind, wondering who he may be able to ask to answer these questions... He had tried his mother, but she simply shewed him back to his studies. Why wouldn't she tell him? What could possibly be the harm in asking? At the age of 15, he had finally pushed auntie Elizabeth to the edge, they had been throwing insults at each other for far too long. " Your a dirty pirate, just like your father!!". Jaquan was stunned... He wasn't sure what to think... Seeing as Elizabeth had already said too much, she continued, telling him the tale of his father Crimson Heart, the "worst" of the seas, had forced his way with Jaquan's mother, then left her.
What was he to think? That his mother had been hiding that from him all these years... He finally understood. He understood why his father was never around, why his mother was often depressed when she looked at him, and why the rest of his family hated him. Now, he could share the burden with the rest of them... With his mother...
Through the next couple of months Celia, his mother, noticed that her son was for more... Depressed then his usual. Jaquan begun too act more like her... Sighing allot, that constant sadness, even his smile. She wondered if someone had told him... But not to worry, a mother always knew how to make it better. On his next birthday, he was taken' to an exquisite dog breeder to choose a puppy... v had no interest in any of these dogs though, and they departed for back home.. That was, until he found a mangy puppy lying there half dead on the street. Jaquan couldn't resist and took the puppy home with him, lucky for the puppy it just needed a good bath, food, and water. This was the day he met his best friend, Darius. It's unknown to Jaquan what exact breed this puppy is, his best guess was that is was a Belgian Tervuren mix of some sort.
Along with meeting his best friend, he found himself a new goal. He would find his father, he would avenge his mother and himself. He would slay "Crimson Heart" with the tip of his of his blade. At the age of 16 he signed himself up for the Navy, working hard to obtain his goal.
From then on, the thing known as life went on, and towards the future Jaquan adventured.
The Present day.
Jaquan is a bit of a work aholic, and has become a Lieutenant. He has certain special privileges because of his class, and though he has worked quite a bit to earn his current title, his class helped him achieve the title in a shorter time. His dog is used in hunting practices, and is by his side as a guard dog at all times.____________________________ Appearance
Hair
Size: Medium hair length, ending around his chin.
Texture: Smooth and silky.
Color: Red Hair - A darker variant color of this, almost looking crimson.
Style: Wavey, and a bit poofy.
Eyes
Green
Most Common Outfit
Navy Uniform
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 1:49 pm
Nooka
The guardian
Gender: Male
Motto: " Think before you speak. Think before you act. Time was created for a reason. "
Post Color #201a32
More Pictures: (Click the happy Nooka)
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Positive Traits
Intelligent - Sympathetic - Open Minded
Neutral Traits
Unbiased - Confident - Careful
Negative Traits
Slow - ??? - ???
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