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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:04 pm
 The flower that’s the most beautiful in this world is always the artificial one That’s because everything is made of lies
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:10 pm
(antipathy world) Name: Anming Lin 林安明 (Lin An Ming) Nicknames: none technically, save for the occasional person that gets her family name mixed up with her given name and calls her ‘Lin’ Age: 26 Birthday: April 14 (1995, year of the wood pig) Sign: Aries Gemstone: Diamond Blood Type: A+ Fav. Food: Coffee cake, homemade pastries Hated Food: Pork School: Culinary school! Graduated DCU with an AAS in Baking and Pastry Arts. Formerly attended Meadowview Hobbies:Baking pastries-- Originally something Anming picked up on a whim, but also inspired by her father being a former pastry chef at a small cafe; originally, it started as a simple hobby, a way to pass the time, to now, where it is her current course of study at university. She has a small collection of recipe books, which has grown over the years, but Anming also tends to print out recipes she finds online as well as clip recipes in magazines as well, which she keeps in a big disorganized binder. When she was still in high school, Anming used to bake small gifts to give out to friends, but that has largely tapered off over the years- still, if it’ll make someone’s day brighter, she’s happy to cook something up. piano -- As a child. Anming took interest in playing piano, both from watching her father play in his downtime, as well as watching famous pianists live on television. However, while she was enrolled in lessons, stage fright got the best of her, and Anming never performed in any recitals herself, and outright abandoned playing for a long time. Recently, however, she’s picked back up playing- not out of any desire to take it to a professional level, but simply because the music calms her nerves and allows her to relax. collecting glass figurines -- Anming enjoys collecting little glass figurines, such as the kind sold at mall kiosks or at amusement parks, the more colorful and ornate, the better. They're kept in a display case in her bedroom, along with other assorted objects she has collected. Although she collects all sorts of figurines, Anming is especially fond of the ones of butterflies, finding them to be rather pretty and graceful, if not fragile, as well as hummingbirds, appreciating the care and detail put into each one. Virtues:Polite -- Anming was brought up to be mindful of her manners, and to be respectful to her elders, lessons she does her best to uphold when interacting with others, not just in saying her ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’, but in the way she presents herself and goes about her day to day life. She believes in the concept of treating others the way she herself would want to be treated, and tends to go out of her way to avoid acting in a way or saying anything that could be construed as being impolite, or rude. Modest -- Anming tends to be fairly humble, not one to accept praise or compliments for her actions or words, and downplaying them when pressed. She doesn't think of herself as having done anything worth the compliments, as much as just doing ‘the right thing’, that ‘anyone could have done’, and will generally direct the conversation away from herself. Nonetheless, she'll thank people either way Helpful -- Anming feels a strong sense of duty to assist others and help them in any way she can. It may simply be born out of a desire to make herself useful, but she dislikes seeing others struggle alone. Whether it’s a subject in her element, such as baking, or related instead to her multilingual-ness, like help with translating things for the international students studying abroad at DCU, Anming always does her best to assist to the highest extent possible. Flaws:Self-conscious -- With no real certainty as to what path she wants to pursue in life, Anming feels largely like she’s just drifting through her day to day life, and worries a lot as to how others think of her, though she rarely voices these concerns out loud. She tends to be rather insecure as a result, dealing heavily with imposter syndrome; this has led to her becoming somewhat overbearing and insistent on helping others at times, even if they don’t really need help, out of a desire to try to leave a good impression and make herself of use. She gets flustered easily, due to her insecurities, and it can take awhile for her to ‘take a deep breath’ and return to ‘normal’. Pacifist -- Anming doesn’t like conflict, both in her everyday civilian life, as well as her powered life. She doesn’t want to fight, not wanting to hurt anyone, and certainly, doesn’t want to end up with someone else getting hurt because of her own actions. She rarely powers up if she can help it, unless it’s an unavoidable situation she’s been drawn into, and would really prefer if there wasn’t a war at all. Violence, in her opinion, is not the answer. disorganized/easily distracted -- In spite of her coming off as an organized person who has things under control, Anming is actually quite the opposite. She has a habit of misplacing things, only to find them somewhere unexpected, especially when it comes to her recipe books and small things like her cellphone. Although Anming tries her hardest to remain dedicated to the task at hand, it doesn’t take that much to throw her off course. Something like following a link a colleague sent her can easily turn into hours of getting lost in looking at recipe blogs, or watching cooking videos on youtube. While she tries to remain focused on her work, the occasional slip up happens, and combined with her tendency to misplace things, has led to mishaps before. PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Hair: Dark brown, hip length. Usually tied up into a simple updo these days, or a simple braid Eyes: Dark brown Face: Thin, roundish Skin Tone: pale Body Type: petite (4'11), and is not really all that curvy or busty, either. Clothes: Anming tends to favor wearing skirts or dresses, sometimes capris in warmer weather, in shades of blues and greys. She tends to not accessorize much beyond wearing decorative hair ties at times.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:18 pm
 The rain of despair drips to my umbrella, Senshi: Sailor Minkowski, Senshi of Butterflies Challenge: Who is the assailant, and who is the sufferer? Attacks:Sailor Scout Attack: Butterfly Kisses Summons a swirl of ethereal butterflies around herself or an ally, healing minor damages, such as shallow cuts and bruises, relieving the pain associated with these injuries as well. The butterflies last for around twenty-five seconds, and Minkowski can call them up to three times per battle. Super Sailor Scout Attack: Butterfly Healing An upgrade of her first attack, the butterflies are able to heal slightly more serious wounds, though nothing too major, and relieve the pain associated with these injuries as well. The butterflies last for up to thirty seconds, Mikowski can call upon them for up to twice per battle.
Eternal Sailor Attack: Restoring Cocoon Minkowski summons the butterflies one last time, who come together to create a magical silk cocoon, which encases an ally or Minkowski, that has the potential to heal even further than her first two attacks, though it cannot heal anything life-threatening or otherwise fatal; it can only speed up the healing process enough to where the subject in question can survive long enough to seek medical help. The cocoon is thick enough to where any attacks from enemies can’t reach through it, but, while the cocoon is in place, the person being healed cannot move or attack. Additionally, while the person inside is protected from attack, the cocoon itself can still take damage and fall apart prematurely, before the magic can reach its full healing potential. Otherwise, the cocoon lasts for twenty seconds, and Minkowski can use this once per battle. and it dampens my bangs, engulfing my heart hidden beneath
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:20 pm
Aah, how annoying  To Super Battles [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]Regulars [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] Solos [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] To Eternal Battles [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] Regulars [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] Solos [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] Regulars:
New Years, New Faces (Anming and Grant) Delicate little wings (Minkowski and Polaris) How about a blue one? (Minny and Anming) The usual bit of mischief (Gwendolyn and Anming) Lateness makes for inattention (Anming and Arian) Old ballet shoes (Selena and Anming) Picnic In the Park at Night (ORP) A Falling Star Fell (semi ORP) Wherefore do I go forth and conquer? (Minkowski, Zia) Meeting up and catching up (Anming and Gwen) Busy little butterfly (Anming and Arian) Calming the nerves (Minkowski and Camelot) "Butterflies in the sky" (Minkowski and Pippin) Round and round the merry go round (Minkowski and Pharos) Float like a... well, nevermind (Minkowski and Draconis
Battles:
The price of truancy (Gwendolyn, Minkowski, and Athene) You seem familiar (Minkowski, Tsui, and Bazzite) Fighting off a predator (Caliban, Minkowski)
Past Life:
Butterfly Gardens? Perfect! (Flora, Minkowski)
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:21 pm
By the time I notice, words had withered away in times gone by and the fruit of reality matures within me
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:22 pm
And so I paint these lies in the mirror, and reflected is myself, engulfed with a “make-up” unveiling the loss of one’s self
In the Past Name: Hwamei 画眉 Age: Upon awakening: 9 Upon death: 17 Previously, the title of Sailor Minkowski had always been held by the eldest daughter within the family line. That was how it had been since the beginning, starting with the first Sailor Minkowski, Hwei-ru, or so the story went. Xifeng had not been the first born, but her twin sister, Xiulan had been; however, when Xiulan died childless, it was expected that Xifeng's firstborn daughter, Yuèhai, would awaken as the next Minkowski. Even from a young age, Yuèhai was trained in preparation for the day she would take up the role as the next senshi of butterflies; the moment Yuèhai turned seven, people waited with bated breath, searching for some sign of awakening. A Guardian Cat that had been in service to the Minkowski line for generations was brought in... but ultimately, Yuèhai was determined to have no magical powers. Xifeng continued to have more children, three more daughters named Dongmei, Mingzhu, and Liqiu; as with their eldest sister, the guardian cat was once more brought in when each girl turned seven, but again and again, none of their starseeds showed promise. Slowly, the people began to lose hope, feeling there would not be a Sailor Minkowski of this generation. Then came Hwamei. As the youngest daughter, Hwamei faced a lot of scrutiny and rumors regarding her parentage, once it was discovered she was the new Sailor Minkowski. Although her sisters left her in relative peace, Hwamei still caught the looks they shot her way when they thought she wasn't watching, and the whispered gossip in the halls.
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:24 pm
Papapparapappararappappa Numbering the riddles, let's play
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:25 pm
tatattaratattararattatta Why, oh why do we dance in this place?
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:26 pm
I am unable to understand even the simplest of things; tell me, what am I again? Even such question sways by the night’s touch, and just like love, it disappears (disappears)
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:28 pm
Not even able to say a single word of farewell, I cry, phony, phony, phony Entangled in lies, I am a phony
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 2:08 am
Before one notices, the sky cries out an ugly tune And you fade away in the presence of colorful vision
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 2:09 am
Erase the me inside the mirror, for there is only a fake reflection who fools anyone looking at it Oh tell me, why does everyone flock together and crave for such a thing called love in life?
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 2:10 am
Tonight, too, the night train passes by as I swim Let us dance the night away!
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 2:11 am
papparapappararappappa Let us sing and deceive with riddles.
tatattaratattararattatta Why, oh why, does it hurt here so much?
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 2:12 am
These painful days do not change And the rain of despair does not stop Not even today a single word of farewell, I cry, phony phony phony Just entangled in lies
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