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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 8:20 am
This is the Journal for Edelsteine Alecto, the Asonian Paroxysm. Please do not post unless you have the expressed permission of NinetailedNightmare.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:38 pm
Anger is all consuming Anger does not desist From destroying sensibilites In that haze of its red mist. Currently Alecto The Host What Was Left Behind Manifestation Dominion Relationships Possessions Gifts Expansion Reserve Reserve Credits
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:40 pm
 James makes his decision and accepts the Asonian Paroxysm into his own body. The stone overwhelms its host in a pulse of power, but in the end, they all fall down. ----
Laurence, Shuo, and James have met again and are seek the god known as Harmodius. They find Creation resting in the gardens. Will the god's answers be enough to soothe their heavy hearts, or will one burden simply be traded for another?
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The alien called James Dionysus has been revived by Arden, host of the Hollow Mouth. Together, the two return to the Pantheon. Now James seeks to meet a few other hosts, or perhaps a god or goddess and see what answers they may have to offer him.
---- During the weeks that harkened the coming of the Gehenna, a ship fell from the sky and crashed into the face of the God-world. When the grounds split open to let free demons during Hell week, it was easily forgotten and collected ash upon its hide. The following weeks rattled it just a little deeper into the wound it made. And when it all was over, when Creation was returned and the time came for rebuilding, plants began to grow over it.
Anger waits within his gem, and his Chosen lies asleep within a stasis chamber aboard that fallen ship. Something needs to be done. Luckily, 'fate' has a way of making things work out.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:42 pm
He who angers you, conquers you. Name: Alecto Meaning: The Implacable; insatiable anger Title: The Asonian Paroxysm Gender: ? Appearance:Personality:
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:43 pm
Damaged... and Perfect Alias: James Dionysius Gender: Portrayed as Male Age: Approximately 80 years old Race: Esarian; portrayed Human Appearance: All Esarians are identical and unidentifiable to everyone not of the race, assuming that the individual is not stricken with some sort of deformity. They are serpentine in appearance, with long, narrow heads and thick jaws. The head is the most angular, boney structure on them, and even it seems a little soft. Followed by the head is a thick and graceful neck, at least the length of two heads. The shoulders do not curve much at all, but the thoracic cavity seems very thick. They almost look too thin when it comes to their midsection, and do not have much at all to offer in the way of hips, but do posses hind legs. When standing, they are eight feet tall. Their length from the tip of their snout to the end of their tail is fourteen feet. A healthy Esarian is a bright blue color, and the more unnourished they happen to be, the greener they get. All have long and elegant fins, ribbed with barbs. They are both beautiful and intimidating creatures. While they do not seem to have much, if any muscle definition to them, they seem more than equipped to take care of themselves with a combination of sharp fins and teeth. James' human form is relatively plain. He is a small and slender man, his height not reaching above 5'7 even with a pair of thick-soled shoes. His heritage appears to be Grecian, as his inherited surname should suggest. Brown, curly hair, olive skin that brinks on being gray from lack of exposure... He looks very mousey and bookish. He wears a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, even if he can see very well without them. James looks like a very unassuming character, which is how he was meant to be. PersonalityJames has an easy, affable personality. He tends to get along with those who enjoy intellectual conversation and pass-times, proving to be a very attentive listener. His patience is almost scary, and is rivaled only by his persistence. To put it simply, he is extremely nerdy. Sometimes he can be a little obtuse in the way he says things, and is honest when it seems he won't be hurt (badly) for doing so. However, he doesn't seem to have a mean bone in his body. He easily portrays an innocent, if chatty, civilian. Abilities-Shape-shifting to anything with DNA -Minor mechanic repairs (including his ship) -Advanced chemistry -Extensive, detailed memory -Thinking of more than one thing simultaneously
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:44 pm
That which was left among the stars EsareEsarians(Pictured below) All Esarians are identical and unidentifiable to everyone not of the race, assuming that the individual is not stricken with some sort of deformity. They are serpentine in appearance, with long, narrow heads and thick jaws. The head is the most angular, boney structure on them, and even it seems a little soft. Followed by the head is a thick and graceful neck, at least the length of two human heads. The shoulders do not curve much at all, but the thoracic cavity seems very thick. They almost look too thin when it comes to their midsection, and do not have much at all to offer in the way of hips, but do posses hind legs. When standing, they are eight feet tall. Their length from the tip of their snout to the end of their tail is fourteen feet. A healthy Esarian is a bright blue color, and the more unnourished they happen to be, the greener they get. All have long and elegant fins, ribbed with barbs. They are both beautiful and intimidating creatures. While they do not seem to have much, if any muscle definition to them, they seem more than equipped to take care of themselves with a combination of sharp fins and teeth. The Esarians are a race hardly known to the universe, and great lengths have been taken to preserve this fact. They are shapeshifters, able to exude an extreme amount of control over their body shape and chemical balance. An Esarian's true form is very rarely seen outside of their home planet, as secrecy is their highest priority. They are researchers, using their ability to disguise themselves and blend in with their environment. One Esarian is sent to every planet (or nomadic space colony) deemed 'worthy' by the Tzech, whereupon they gather all pertinent information about that place. Upon return, they present the information to their colleagues and it is filed away. If the Esarian's research is considered thorough, they are immediately set to another mission. If their work is considered sub-par, they are commanded to commit suicide (which they do) or tasked to filing/management or specimens. Esarians usually die in line of duty, but theoretically may live as long as they are nourished. By default, an Esarian is highly astute and reasonable. They are logicians and survivors above all else - their work requires that they deject any semblance of negative emotion in order to provide an unbiased assessment. While satisfaction and pride in one's work is encouraged, true joy and passion are things that are rare (not to mention taboo). TzechlokzenzyaJames' Journey- Born in Esare and spent the first ten years of his life learning the language and various protocols of researching as well as everything he might need in the field (repairs, defense, proper blending techniques). - Goes on four successful missions (app. 52 years) before he is assigned to Earth. - Researches Earth thoroughly and finally settles as a human in his tenth year. He made his money as a science fiction writer, rewriting stories he himself had heard or lived in his other missions. - Marries a human female in his twelfth year and stays for five more. - Returns to Esare to receive his latest and final mission- research the "god world" close to his previous mission, Earth.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:45 pm
The angry man opens his mouth and shuts his eyes
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:47 pm
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:57 pm
Turning all against one is an art that's hard to teach
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:58 pm
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:59 pm
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 3:59 pm
Anger spreads as quickly as a flush across the cheeks
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 4:00 pm
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 4:02 pm
Other Edelstein JournalsJynn
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 4:03 pm
 Edelsteine © Ivynian Jewel Stage © Ivynian Art © Respective Artists In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter," he answered, "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart."
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