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 Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:06 am
 Welcome to Life Dust's Grand Reopening Event!
To kick-start the new year, we're offering up three of the
original Dusts from the shop's first incarnation for rehoming:
Siren's Voice, Griffin's Heart and Phoenix Feather.
This is a unique rehoming in that the Dusts won will have
new art. That's right -- the Dust has been returned to its
bottle and when it re-emerges, it'll be a brand new slate,
no memories of what passed, no looks or persona to tie it
to its previous incarnation. All new! And on top of that,
the event is a concept contest, in that YOU get to decide
the Dust's personality, its gender and how it will develop!
The event runs from January 1 to January 27, 11:59pm PST.
Good luck!
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:06 am
 1. Introduction
2. Index & Rules
3. Siren's Voice
4. Griffin's Heart
5. Phoenix Feather
6. Entries Received
7. Judging Panel
1. Follow Shop Rules.
2. Stay Active, Stick Around.
Owning a Dust is a responsibility. If you don't
have time, please wait for another event!
3. Anyone Can Enter.
If you own a Dust and you really want one of the
ones being offered, you may enter so long as
you've been active since the shop's revival.
4. You May Enter For All Three.
But you can only win one, of course! Please
keep each entry separate for coding purposes.
5. Your Entries Must Be Your Own.
No plagiarism, and if we find someone else has
written any part of your entry for you, we will
blacklist you from the shop. Play fair!
5. Post All Entries In This Thread.
Any entries PM'd to the staff or posted in the
main thread will be ignored.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:08 am
  Artist: BPNot much can be seen in this bottle, but plenty can be heard - and felt. Sirens are common
lore in Amies, even having a stretch of beach named after their presence - the Siren Shore.
Though they're simply tall tales now, the voice contained within the glass is an unmistakable
herald to the songstresses that lured sailors and ships to a grisly demise: its haunting,
melodic tune can be heard when one's ear is pressed to the thick glass, beckoning...
This is a concept contest: you can determine the keywords of the personality, the
gender and any minor detail you feel is relevant in your entry (IE, you can suggest
features such as scars, a special accessory, etc) but it is at the artist's discretion.[size=24][color=burlywood][b]CHASE AWAY MY HARMONY[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][b]Dust's Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Basic Appearance:[/b]
[b]Powers:[/b] [Keep in mind these are just [i]ideas[/i] and subject to change! Please list at least 2 but no more than 4.]
[b]Keywords:[/b] [These generally determine the attitude of the art and baseline for the personality. Choose at least 3, no more than 5.]
[b]Personality:[/b] [Keep your Keywords in mind and don't contradict them!]
[b]How is the bottle found?[/b] [A brief response, no more than 500 words, about how and where the bottle would be found, and maybe how your Guardian feels about it! This is just to exercise your creativity and does not need to be written in RP format, but can be if you'd prefer.][/size]
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:09 am
  Artist: BPThe very heart of valor is contained in this bottle, scarcely seen through the illuminating glow
that it emits. The griffin is rare enough, a beast of battle and brave countenance in children's
stories and old war hero legends, but a felled griffin is unheard of, even though the bottle holds
proof of its existence. Not much can be seen, but sometimes, when the bottle is held in a long
stretch of silence, one might feel the distant beat of the contained heart. It might be wishful
thinking...and then again, it might yet be alive...
This is a concept contest: you can determine the keywords of the personality, the
gender and any minor detail you feel is relevant in your entry (IE, you can suggest
features such as scars, a special accessory, etc) but it is at the artist's discretion.[size=24][color=chocolate][b]SAY HELLO TO YOUR LION'S HEART[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][b]Dust's Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Basic Appearance:[/b]
[b]Powers:[/b] [Keep in mind these are just [i]ideas[/i] and subject to change! Please list at least 2 but no more than 4.]
[b]Keywords:[/b] [These generally determine the attitude of the art and baseline for the personality. Choose at least 3, no more than 5.]
[b]Personality:[/b] [Keep your Keywords in mind and don't contradict them!]
[b]How is the bottle found?[/b] [A brief response, no more than 500 words, about how and where the bottle would be found, and maybe how your Guardian feels about it! This is just to exercise your creativity and does not need to be written in RP format, but can be if you'd prefer.][/size]
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:10 am
  Artist: BPThe cycle of a phoenix's rebirth is a well known tale, but its other avian habits - such as feeding
and molting - are far less available. Because the fire-bird leaves no trace of it having existed at
all, it is most curious that this bottle contains a single molten feather, safe from an ashen demise
and utterly preserved to the tip of each perfect pinion. It's warm, but not overly hot to the touch,
suspended within the thick glass. The single feather wafts in its glass prison, but seems to be...
waiting for something, perhaps suspended both in the bottle and in its cycle of life.
This is a concept contest: you can determine the keywords of the personality, the
gender and any minor detail you feel is relevant in your entry (IE, you can suggest
features such as scars, a special accessory, etc) but it is at the artist's discretion.[size=24][color=crimson][b]WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][b]Dust's Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Basic Appearance:[/b]
[b]Powers:[/b] [Keep in mind these are just [i]ideas[/i] and subject to change! Please list at least 2 but no more than 4.]
[b]Keywords:[/b] [These generally determine the attitude of the art and baseline for the personality. Choose at least 3, no more than 5.]
[b]Personality:[/b] [Keep your Keywords in mind and don't contradict them!]
[b]How is the bottle found?[/b] [A brief response, no more than 500 words, about how and where the bottle would be found, and maybe how your Guardian feels about it! This is just to exercise your creativity and does not need to be written in RP format, but can be if you'd prefer.][/size]
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:11 am
 Siren's Voice
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:12 am
  xxx Chrys x x x x x x x x BP
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:13 am
Spread the word! [url=http://tinyurl.com/7qnt4kb][img]http://tinyurl.com/7vp7fx3[/img][/url] [url=http://tinyurl.com/7qnt4kb][img]http://tinyurl.com/8yzoylf[/img][/url]
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 9:05 pm
CHASE AWAY MY HARMONY Dust's Name: Rendalyn, Ren for short
Gender: Female
Basic Appearance:
These are just ideas
Hair: Faux Hair [-]
Eye Makeup: [-]
Colors: ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇
As for outfits and such, I really don't see her in something intricate and special. I think she would pride herself on the fact that she can force her way without using her looks. She relies solely on her voice.
Powers:
Possible Power - Kotodama refers to the Japanese belief that mystical powers dwell in words and names. English translations include "soul of language", "spirit of language", "power of language", "power word", "magic word", and "sacred sound". The notion of kotodama presupposes that sounds can magically affect objects, and that ritual word usages can influence our environment, body, mind, and soul.
Vocal Infliction:
In this case, When Ren uses her power, She amplifies the tone and sound in her voice when using words while speaking. The effect varies as each person percieves tones and dictation different but the general effect is persuasion, or enticement to do something that they may have not wanted to, perhaps to stop a attack or to enhance one's ablities and motavation.
Keywords: Manipulitive, Aloof, Princess, Confident.
Personality: Ren has a very...princess-y complex. In truth, she feels that she is entitled to whatever she pleases and when she pleases it as well. If she wants to be "friends", she'll go to extra lengths to win you over and then abuse friendship rights. You have cake and she wants a slice? She'll be there persuading just why it would be so nice to share a slice with her. She puts up a very friendly front to achieve whatever her goal is and will not hesitate to "lead on" other's. Because of this trait though, she remains very alood to the plights of her fellow kind and usually brushes things off, If it doesn't effect her, then it doesn't matter to her. Though If a situation occurs that hinders her from getting what she wants though, she will do her absolute best to make sure the outcome will benefit more then take from her, even going as far as sacrificing something for a bigger reward.
Ren also relies solely on the power of her voice rather then her looks to get what she wants. She takes pride in the fact that she comes from a heritage that is known for enticing with their voices and not their bodies, and will not hesitate to ignore vanity for the sake of her voice. With that, she is also very protective of her throat and vocal chords, taking care to eat and drink things that will not damage them in anyway.
How is the bottle found?
The sandy coastline of the Siren Shore spread far and wide in Amies. Was it any wonder that a aspiring novelist and part time teacher would take a summery visit to the area? Christoper Valhallen, oddly nicknamed Val for his last name pushed down his headphones as he inhaled the sweet scent of salt and water. His motavation for visiting the beach was, after all the easiest one to figure out. He had come simply to be inspried. To find a muse among the beach famaously known for dangerous beings that lured simple humans to their death by song and words. He had come too find something to help him in his perputally ominent writers block. His sneakers dug deep into the sand as he walked the shores, looking for something. Looking for that particulary important detail, something to happen so that he could take it and set fire to the urge to write. No sooner had the thought escaped his mind as his eyes we're blinded for a moment by a flash. Covering his eyes from the glare, he looked down in the sand looking for something that would offset the bright glare currently hindering him from doing anything more then squint his eyes in irratation. It took a few minutes suprisingly as he scoured the small beach, finding himself closer to the water's edge as the object he so adamantdly sought after stared up at him. There tucked in a small break in sand and rock was a small bottle. Tightly wedged as the water lapped at the bottom of it. Surprised and curious, he piccked it up, turning it over in his hand. There was a cap tightly sealed on the top and after a moment's hesitation, he pulled it off. What he heard surprised him as a small voice sang out gently, enticing him. He stared at the bottle for a long while before putting the cap back on and tucking it in his pocket. He came here for a muse, funny...he didn't think they came in bottles washed up on the shore.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 12:36 am
SAY HELLO TO YOUR LION'S HEART
Dust's Name: Darren (after Darren Hayes for you have inspired me with your song xD)
Gender: Male
Basic Appearance: pointed ears, Eagle-like Wings, and a lion's tail, perhaps even lion's feet; almost like a saytr. As for his outfit, something perhaps with a crown and jewelry, maybe a red velvet cloak. I envision him like a king or possibly someone who has stolen a lot of valuables
Powers:
Brute Strength- King of the Beasts, he has more power than a mere human. He could wield a claw-like weapon--symbolizing the powerful claws of a griffin.
Medicinal Powers-Griffins are said to have healing properties; for instance a claw being able to heal illness and a feather being able to cure the blind. I wouldn't go so far to say he could cure blindness, but possibly make wounds heal faster.
Flight
Keywords: Greedy-griffins were said to hoard gold. Intelligent-They were said to be of high intellect, and finally Royal/Kingly.
Personality: Darren likes to keep treasure. He enjoys greedily hoarding it for himself, and is not fond of sharing with others when it comes down to it. He especially prizes his abilities, and aside from the greediness, does act with an heir of nobility. Kind of like a king. His weakness is his burning compassion to aid those who are injured. He fights to protect the weak and challenge the strong. He dubs others as 'his people' or followers.
How is the bottle found?
Deep in the caverns, a lantern flickered. The light was just enough to show Eri her way as she scooted along the edge of a cliff drop. The shadows danced across the walls as she pressed up against the jagged rocks, breathing heavily. Heights, oh how she hated heights. She bit her lip, hard, and she could taste the warm blood as it seeped into her mouth as she muttered a curse.
When she found herself safely across, she knew she was getting close. Putting herself in danger's way was something she was known for. All in the name of treasure. And here she was, oh-so-close to her destination. The map would tell for sure. She held the old, crinkled paper up and peered at it.
"The room up ahead," she whispered. But the doorway was blocked by a thick concrete wall, carved out by an ancient civilization perhaps. But there was no way she could have made a mistake. It was all written, right here, right in the palm of her hand.
Cursing again, she kicked the door and to her surprise it opened. A bright light came from inside. She shielded her vision, and before her, in a maze of gold, lay a pedestal with something on it. But it wouldn't be so easy to get to. Surely traps lay in wait. But after hours of trial and error, Eri was rewarded. With what? You say. Well she wasn't quite sure herself. It was a bottle. A strange artifact. And when opened, she could hear the soothing beating of.....a heart? Well it had to be worth something, and so it was placed in her satchel and taken with her.....to the surface.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 9:43 am
WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE
Dust's Name: Aodhnait (AY-net)
Gender: Female
Basic Appearance:
Aodhnait has four wings instead of two: two on her lower back and two coming from her shoulder blades. They are red in color. Bits of flame/embers can be seen sparkling out of them. Aside from her wings, I don’t really have much in mind for her physical appearance. I’d like to give the artist lots of artistic license as far as this is concerned. Keep in mind, though: I’d prefer if there were lots of fiery tones to her: reds, yellows, oranges. Wings are a must. Any outfit is fine, too~ I imagine her in something girly, though.
Powers:
❖ Restorative Flames -
This ability of Aodhnait’s is purely a defense mechanism. It’s not something she can really control. When the Phoenix Dust’s energy gets low or when she is in danger, this ability comes into play. Aodhnait will be engulfed in flames, much like a phoenix would be. This allows her body to heal and her energy to restore. There is a downside to this ability, though. Aodhnait isn’t healed instantaneously. Depending on the severity of her wounds or how low her energy is, it will take a few days, at least, for her to fully heal. This means that the Dust will be engulfed in flames at least once each day for a period of an hour, at least, if not more. Until she is fully healed and back to her normal energy level, Aodhnait is pretty much out of commission.
It should be noted that Aodhnait is rather vulnerable in this state. While she is healing herself, she is apt to be attacked, should the enemy decide to strike. This ability isn’t without its defenses, however. The fire the Phoenix is engulfed in happens to be a non-burning fire. However, the fire gives off a strong heat that makes it uncomfortable for others to approach her. This allows for the Dust to heal herself with relative peace while not having to worry about others interrupting her.
❖ Soothing Embers –
Aodhnait utilizes embers with this ability in order to help heal others. Like her first power, this ability is also defensive in nature. The Phoenix summons up a series of embers by flapping her wings and manipulates them after that. This is an ability that is mainly used for small wounds. The larger the injury, the more embers she has to produce. With more embers to produce, Aodhnait will have to flap her wings more, and thus use up more of her energy to help the person. Although the embers are burning and hot, they will not hurt upon contact. Instead of burning the individual, they provide soothing warmth. Once in contact with the skin, the embers fade into the wound, thus healing it and providing a mild warming sensation to the individual.
❖ Aura of Warmth –
This ability is mostly a supporting ability for Aodhnait. It’s not an offensive skill. The Phoenix Feather Dust produces a warming aura around herself. This keeps the young Dust from having to worry about the cold. Frigid temperatures or cold winds never really seem to bother Aodhnait. This ability, much like her Restorative Flames ability, isn’t something she can control. It’s just a power that happens rather instinctively. If the temperature drops too cold, Aodhnait’s warming ability kicks in to where she stays comfortable. This makes things like cold winters easily manageable. Unfortunately, it means that anything ice or snow has a tendency to melt when she is around it. It’s also not something that Aodhnait can pass on to others. If they come to her, she can hug them or hold their hands to provide some more warmth for them, but it’s a nontransferable ability.
Keywords: Shy, Non-Confrontational, Delicate, Caring
Personality:
Aodhnait is a shy Dust. It’s not that she doesn’t like making friends with others. The Phoenix Feather holds close to the few friends that she has, and cherishes them dearly, but she would prefer a few closer friends then a bunch of acquaintances. It also takes a while for her to get closer to others. Being a bit on the meeker side, she much rather would watch from the sidelines for a while, so as to get a feel for the person, before letting them into her world. Barnaby, Aodhnait’s guardian, will tell you that the young girl is definitely more introverted than extroverted. She’s perfectly content with playing with herself, and gets to be a bit intimidated by larger groups. She’s also been described as a bit elusive. Once you get to know her, though, and gain her trust, Aodhnait will open up to those that she cares about and be a warm, caring young girl.
One thing that Aodh is not fond of is confrontation of any sort. She will go out of her way to avoid these sorts of things. Arguments or fighting of any sort seem to shake the young Dust, and even yelling or the raising of voices can make her uncomfortable. She doesn’t like to argue and she certainly doesn’t like when others are mad. If her guardian is ever annoyed at someone or having a rough day, Aodhnait has a habit of retreating to a closet in her room. She hides herself away for a period of time until she knows that people have calmed down. This goes not just for her guardian, but also for anyone else. If they get mad at her or are depressed or want to give her a piece of their mind, she will usually tune herself out or even leave so she won’t have to deal with it. This can be a bit of a hassle sometimes, as her guardian knows that she can’t run away from confrontation all the time. At some point, she’s going to have to start facing it sooner or later. It’s a big lesson she’ll have to learn.
Physically, Aodhnait is a delicate Dust. She seems to be rather frail and she has a tendency to bruise easily. However, her fragility doesn’t just pertain to her actual body, but to her personality as well. The Phoenix Feather can take things a bit too seriously sometimes, and due to that has a tendency to be easily hurt or saddened. She is a sensitive girl, and seems to take it hard if someone thinks negatively of her or another person. She doesn’t like it when others are cruel to her or even to others, and it can take a toll on her. Harsh words can shake her and leave her feeling shaken or sad to the point of tears. She has to learn not to take all of the words people say to heart, though, and learn to be a bit stronger in that regard.
Last but not least, Aodhnait is a caring Dust. Although she is shy, once she gets to know a person and with those she cares about deeply (her guardian, for example), she will do whatever it takes to take care of them and help them. This can go so far as the Phoenix Feather putting others first to where she doesn’t take care of herself. In her mind, others are more important than her own wellbeing. She figures that, in the end, she’ll be okay, so it’s more important to help others out there than to take care of her. She needs to learn that it’s okay to take care of herself, too, just as much as it is to help others.
How is the bottle found?
Dr. Barnaby Archwood, an elderly man in his mid-seventies and a former professor, did not obtain his bottle in some exciting way. He did not find it hidden on some distant shore. It was not some form of treasure that he had to find after following a set of mysterious clues. Receiving it was much, much more simple than that. The Phoenix Feather bottle was given to him as a gift. A simple gift, and nothing more. Though, the fact that the peculiar bottle was given to the old man as a gift from his son spoke words, at least to Barnaby.
Beckett Archwood, Barnaby’s only son, wasn’t as adventurous as his father had been in his youth. Sure, he enjoyed traveling and seeing the world, but he wasn’t used to picking up strange or different objects. This is what struck Barnaby as odd when he was given the bottle. Apparently, his son had found it in some foreign bazaar, and when he saw it, he instantly thought of his father. The man at the bazaar selling his wares had a lot of odd items, and actually the bottle seemed to be the most normal out of all of them. It contained one simple item inside: a genuine phoenix feather, which the seller claimed came from the real thing. An actual phoenix feather – right there, in the bottle! Now the young Archwood wasn’t as easily swayed as his old man. There was no way that this could be an authentic phoenix feather. Regardless of the young man’s disbelief, he purchased the bottle, anyway. Even if he didn’t believe it, his father might, and it would be a perfect gift for the elderly man. Exotic items like this seemed to be his favorite, and he knew Barnaby would love it.
After returning home from his travels, the first thing that Beckett did was present the bottle to his aging father. The smile on the man’s face seemed to radiate as soon as he was given the gift, and he knew that the man loved it. His reaction was just as he thought it would be. Barnaby was immediately taken with the bottle, and seemed to be impressed when Beckett told him that it was an actual phoenix feather. Unlike his son, the former professor was a believer of mythical creatures and fantasies. The fact that the merchant had said this was a true phoenix feather should not be brushed off lightly. The bottle had to be treated with the utmost care and respect.
And so, after being presented with the simple gift from his son, Barnaby Archwood placed the bottle in a place of honor: right above the fireplace of his home on the mantle. It is there that the bottle sits, and where Barnaby can keep an eye on it and look at it from time to time. He enjoys seeing the bottle, and comforts him to know his son was thinking of him when he bought the gift.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 9:48 am
CHASE AWAY MY HARMONY
Dust's Name: Luidaeg (pronounced lou-sha-k)
Gender: Male
Basic Appearance: Aquatic. Think blues, silver, greens, seaweed, long hair, ragged clothes. Also, effeminate. Sirens are traditionally female. He's an odd one out, but he looks the part.
Powers:
Engaging Song: Luidaeg has a truly enchanting singing voice. No, really. He can't make a person do something completely against their nature, but he can strongly influence them towards doing or thinking something they might have considered anyways.
Piercing Scream: Throw subtlety out the window. Don't worry, it's already broken anyways. There is nothing beautiful about this high-pitched scream, it's all about volume. Glass shatters, dogs howl, and people cover their ears in pain. Can temporarily deafen people, and is pretty darn distracting while it's happening! This is a last resort, as it goes against his nature to make such a cacophonous sound.
Keywords: Alluring, effeminate, aquatic, gentle, melodic
Personality: Luidaeg just wants to sing and play in the ocean. He prefers singing to talking most times, as his speaking voice is surprisingly deep and not as melodious as he'd like. He is especially fond of wales, the other great singers of the ocean, though he admits dolphins are more fun if you want to play games rather than music. His goal in life is to train an octopus to play multiple instruments at once, as his own personal mini-orchestra.
How is the bottle found? Rònan made his way carefully across the rocks, pants already soaked to the knees. It was dark in the coastal cavern, and damp didn't even begin to describe it, but it was one of his favorite places to spend his free time. He had saved for months for a good lantern, one that was sturdy and wouldn't blow out at every little breeze, so he could explore past where the light from the entrance reached, and today for the first time he could go deeper into the series of caverns. He reached the crack at the far side that would lead him into uncharted territory and paused to savor the moment before lighting the lamp and making his way carefully through the narrow passage. The flickering light cast rays and long, dancing shadows out before it. After about fifteen minutes, the passage finally widened into another cavern, where he had to stop to catch his breath. A small hole in the ceiling let in enough light for some life, for there was moss everywhere. The center of the cavern was a large pool, a soft lapping at the shore hinting at a hidden connection to the ocean. The ceiling was so thick with long, thin stalactites that it looked like the back of a very large, very pissed off porcupine. At the edge of the pool, right were it could catch the light, he saw something reflective. Moving closer, he saw it was a glass bottle. Angrily he reached for it to stuff it in his bag and dispose of later. Even here, in his seemingly pristine, private cave, mankind had managed to pollute nature? As soon as he touched the bottle though, he knew he was wrong. He could feel a faint vibration through the heavy glass, and when he held it to his ear he could just barely make out a strange but beautiful melody coming from inside. Holding it more gently now, he wrapped it very carefully before putting it in his pack, as well protected as he could make it. With a last look at the beautiful cavern and a promise to come back soon, he turned and left, taking the precious bottle home.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 10:19 pm
SAY HELLO TO YOUR LION'S HEART
Dust's Name:
Mercy Stokes
Gender:
Female
Basic Appearance:
I would love for Mercy to have a pair of eagle wings. The griffin concept could be incorporated in a variety of ways, I'd be happy with anything the artist felt like doing. I envision dark reddish-blond hair, thick and prominent, like a lion's mane, and a warm color palette of browns and golds and creams. I think fierce orange or yellow eyes could be fun. Mercy would dress in clothes that allowed for a lot of freedom of movement, no frilly dresses for this young lady! She would, however, indulge in jewelry - the gaudier and more costume like the better.
Powers:
Amplify virtue: Mercy's presence can strengthen the inherent virtues of others. If you are kind or brave or honorable you will find yourself being kinder, braver or more honorable when around her. This can be very useful in a combative situation. Mercy has no control over the ability; it is driven by the strength of the virtues contained in those around her.
Inhuman strength: Mercy has vast physical strength. She can lift and carry up to three times her own body weight without noticeable strain and can lift and carry things even heavier, though at greater physical cost.
Eagle eyes: Mercy's eyesight is shockingly good. As in, read a book from a mile away kind of good. She requires light for this ability, the darker it is the weaker her eyesight becomes.
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Prideful: She can come across as haughty or disdainful of others at times. She has difficulty admitting when she is wrong and never puts forth anything but her best efforts.
Honorable: Mercy values honesty, integrity and honor above all other things. She admires virtue in others and despises oath-breakers and liars.
Energetic: Mercy has what seems to be boundless energy and therefore finds it difficult to sit still for long periods of time. She would rather be running or flying or climbing.
Valiant: Always looking out for those weaker than her, always striving to do the right thing and fight injustice in it's many forms and always attempting to encourage others to do the same.
Personality:
Mercy can sometimes be a hard pill to swallow. Her prideful nature and unshamed assertiveness can give people the distinct impression that she is a bossy, snobby and self-righteous girl. It's a reasonably fair assessment: Mercy always speaks and acts with total confidence and conviction and likes to be the one in charge. She is very much a charismatic leader and doesn't enjoy being relegated to the rank and file in which most people feel comfortable.
Mercy truly embodies the traits that she most admires in others. She always acts with integrity and honor and never breaks a promise or says things she knows to be untrue. She is one of those annoyingly upright (and therefore often inflexible) people. If she does something wrong, she more than willingly makes restitution and never complains about being punished, as long as she feels the punishment is fair. She expects the people she surrounds herself with to be just as upstanding and good as she is and will not hesitate to call someone out if she feels they are behaving immorally or unjustly. For her, the world is very black and white and she struggles with the mere concept of "grey area".
Mercy loves to take in strays and weaker children are often drawn to her protective and valiant personality. She is always gentle and tender with those she sees as weak or victimized and thus has a sort of pied-piper effect on those who dwell on the outskirts of society but are hungry for warmth and stability and protection. She expects simpler things from those whom she considers weak than from those she considers strong. Kindness, honesty and consideration for others are enough for a person lacking in the strength to stand up for themselves. Leave the valor and bravery to the leaders. The people with the confidence and ability to wield these virtues. The heroes.
How is the bottle found?
Lavender Stokes knew the bottle was special when it was delivered to her small little shop. As someone who deals in antiquities and curiosities, she knew immediately that there was something different about it and therefore she immediately coveted it.
Its actual origins remain a mystery to her - the gentleman who sold it to her was desperate for hard coin and reluctant to discuss the details of how he had obtained this particular treasure. In the field that she works in, Lavender knows better than to ask unwanted questions. Especially when the item in question is especially rare.
Lavender chose to keep the bottle as part of her private collection and it therefore sits in a glass-fronted display case, untouchable and precious. Though Lavender has yet to discover how truly precious her newest treasure really is.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 7:36 pm
CHASE AWAY MY HARMONY Dust's Name:
Lana Stokes
Gender:
Female
Basic Appearance:
Sirens are typically described as winged maidens, so I would love it if Lana had a pair of feathered wings. Sparrows are often birds that are tied to Sirens, so sparrow wings might be a good choice. If the artist isn't a huge stickler for tradition, though, I think that bluejay wings with black hair and black or blue eyes could be very striking. Lana would choose to dress in the most flattering, expensive clothing available to her and once she's old enough will always choose outfits that show off her physical assets well. Sirens were sometimes rumored to devour the sailors they seduced so it could be amusing to give her sharpened teeth.
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Silver Tongue: Lana's singing voice is very compulsive. People hear the promise of all their desires reflected in her song. Her voice urges people towards lethargy and relaxation and imparts a strong desire to be as near to her as possible. It's like a drug and listening to her sing can be quite addicting.
Musical Prodigy: Lana can play any instrument that she picks up, and she can play them well immediately. No lessons or sheet music required, the girl has an innate gift.
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Indolent: Lana doesn't like to lift a finger. She abhors work of any kind and is extraordinarily lazy. If she could lounge around all day eating dainty treats and being pampered by everyone around her, life would be absolutely perfect.
Amoral: Lana doesn't think about things in terms of right and wrong. She has very little conscience and almost no moral fiber.
Sensuous: Lana oozes desire. Every move she makes is slow and deliberate and irresistible.
Personality: Lana is extraordinarily lazy in her day to day life. She hates work of any kind and will go to such great lengths to avoid it that in the long run it would have probably involved less effort to just do the damn chores. She loves physical pleasure and surrounds herself in the finest, most opulent things she can get her little hands on. Silks and velvet and shiny little baubles are very dear to her heart. Additionally, Lana likes other people to enjoy the slow lane with her and is not above using her voice to entice people to just lay back and take a load off.
Lana doesn't possess a set of morals the way most people do. The world revolves around what she wants and what she doesn't want and her actions generally reflect her desire to have her way. She can be quite generous and kind to people as long as their goals and desires match hers but when someone opposes her she will get vindictive and catty. Because she doesn't really have a conscience things like petty theft and murder are equal in her eyes, one "wrong" isn't any worse than another and all things right or wrong are measured on her very skewed scale of perception.
Lana's voice is like a drug for many people, imparting a sense of lethargy and desire that gives people an almost post-coital feeling of euphoria and fulfillment. Because it is such an enjoyable sensation many people come to her just to hear her sing and she is not stingy with this talent. In fact, Lavender Stokes often has to ask the wayward siren to cease singing because it's so distracting. She uses her voice as her prime tool of manipulation, using people's desires to twist their will and coerce their obedience.
Luckily, Lana is not an ambitious girl. She's quite happy to laze around and has no real desire to do anything that would put her in a position of power. It would simply take too much effort, and the only time she really shows a great deal of effort is in her attempts to shirk her responsibilities.
How is the bottle found?
Lavender Stokes knew the bottle was special when it was delivered to her small little shop. As someone who deals in antiquities and curiosities, she knew immediately that there was something different about it and therefore she immediately coveted it.
Its actual origins remain a mystery to her - the gentleman who sold it to her was desperate for hard coin and reluctant to discuss the details of how he had obtained this particular treasure. In the field that she works in, Lavender knows better than to ask unwanted questions. Especially when the item in question is especially rare.
Lavender chose to keep the bottle as part of her private collection and it therefore sits in a glass-fronted display case, untouchable and precious. Though Lavender has yet to discover how truly precious her newest treasure really is.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:44 pm
CHASE AWAY MY HARMONY
Dust's Name:
Terpsichore
Gender:
Male
Basic Appearance:
Though Sirens are generally female, I'd love this character to be male. For an interesting change of pace. His features would likely be exceedingly effeminate, slightly on the more proud side (high cheek bones, wide eyes, long lashes, and elegant brows). I'd like him to be slightly taller, more elegant, with long limbs and fingers, because in my mind, I see any siren-based creatures as being elegant and ethereal. He'd have long silvery-blond hair, with strands of brownish-green in it (that would look kinda like seaweed), and big silvery blue eyes, that kinda have white swirling in them. His skin would be almost golden tan, though, contradicting his hair and eyes, and his lashes would be long. He'd have a long torso, with a peacock neck, and slightly broad shoulders, tapering into a thin waist and slightly more ample hips into his long legs. His feet would be delicate, though, more of a woman's size. His clothing would be breezy, sticking around blue hues, like water, and under his arm would be a harp, mostly because, well..sirens...singing....y'know~.
Powers:
Siren's Song: His song would be beautiful, with a range like a contratenor, though it can go down into a high bass. His song generally tends to appeal to the person it's directed at, and doesn't really affect any more than his intended target (or targets.). It can be directed at more than one person, and generally draws them close, or can (if the intention is a certain way), draw them to feel close to him.
Water About Me: Sirens were creatures of the deep in their own right, and I think it would be fitting for him to have a way in the water. He's able to swim, quite a bit faster than most humans would be able to, almost as if the water parts around him. Water's going to be an innate part of who this child is.
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Stingy: He's not going to relinquish his possessions to anyone. No...If it's been placed in his hands, it belongs to Terpsichore (Especially if it's shiny.) He's very much a selfish child, though he's not the sort to be unfriendly about it. He just...is reluctant to let you take things from him. Mostly because of his inherent nature.
Loving: A good thing about him is that this boy is VERY loving. He adores being around people, and fawning over them, or being fawned over. It's something he adores.
Amorous: Even young he'll show signs of being very amorous, loving to be around people, often crying if physical contact is not given. As he grows, it will grow to be more of the true nature of this word.
Personality:
When the first bauble was put in the boy's hands, it was obvious that Terpsichore was not likely to relinquish it. The boy holds onto both people and things with a zeal that seems almost maddened, fervent. He objects to the loss most violently, often either shoving or hitting the person who offended his sensibilities so. Even people are reacted to in this manner. Once the young Dust decides you're his, he's not likely to let go. He adores having them around far too much, and is most certainly not fond of leaving them, or letting them leave. He's been known to grab and pull someone close, and just cling to their shirt until his 'mother' makes him let go.
He is a kind child though, often giving hugs, small kisses, and being generally the sort that is pleasant to be around. Terpsichore is known for a ready smile, and a sweet disposition, willing to follow the people he cares for to the ends of the earth and back. Always loving, he will often get too close, and trust easily. The downside is that when someone denies him, he can get belligerent, and often snappish with them until they give in to what he wants from them. He's not going to lose love, not if he can help it. He will also praise them endlessly, and constantly crave the same in return, needing the affirmation.
His voice calls to people, and he knows it, and he's even more aware that he can make people bend to his desires. He tends to try to bring people physically close to him, and loves to press against them. He knows that there is more he wants, but even though he could get it with a simple hum, he won't do it, just for the fact that he wants them to want him, as much as he wants them. Oh, he knows that some day they'll come crawling to him. He has no doubt that he's able to twist their affections, but that simply isn't what he finds himself needing. No...He just needs their touches...and kisses...and praise...all of that lovely stuff.
How is the bottle found?
The beach was nice today, cool weather, with waves licking at bare toes, and sand filtering between them. It made the sun beating upon soft pale skin an even more pleasant thing. The woman had not expected anything to happen today. It was her lazy day, a day off from the helter-skelter of the city, and her small cafe that she ran alone. So when something bumped her foot as she walked, the woman SQUEAKED loudly, her eyes wide as she stared down into the water. What had that been? Nothing should have been this close to shore. Slowly, she lowered her hands into the water, forming a small net, and hoping that whatever it was would press into her grip again. To her luck, it did. When she pulled it from the softly lapping waves...her breath was taken from her.
She found herself in awe as the bottle was brought into her line of sight. Gently cradling the thing, she looked at the waves that had delivered the strange thing to her feet. Her long fingers brushed over glass, a silvery blue gaze drawn to the contents as they seemed to shimmer around. Her dark hair curled about shoulders as she pulled it to her chest. For some reason, the little thing was drawing her in, and she felt a wave of protective nature, something that Lyra Davenport assumed was an almost motherly instinct. Gently lifting it to her cheek, she whispered, "Don't worry. I'll be here for you... Whatever you are...you're mine." This was cooed to the thing, as if it could hear her.
Lyra wasn't sure whether she was insane or not, but....whether she was crazy or just plain silly, she knew that something about this little bottle was important. She needed to look out for it. Tucking it against her arm, she started making her way home. What an odd day...
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