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 Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:50 pm
Name: Dyananali
Gender: Female
Masculine or Feminine: Feminine
Type of Herla (Forest, Delta, Mountain or Mutant): Delta
A little bit behind your idea: I felt like sticking to the fall theme, which left me with a few ideas about my version of fall which is not only the colors of leaves and the two holidays, but also the chill that could be brought and the appearance of things being dead or dying.
Her expression and personality are both cold. But not so cold as to be cruel or heartless, though some might choose to call her such.
The colors of her pelt are earth tones, showing that, with a little work, if you want, you can have healthy soil, but only after working the hardening earth. Her markings resemble the warmth that bleeds away after summer, the gold showing the cracks as it creeps toward her back/spine and even the small patch on the tail. The crack-like marking on her face is meant to show the loss of leaves from the trees, and the swirls on her legs seen as the emptied vines after a harvest.
The vines, flowers, and leaves are all that of pumpkins. I thought it would fit in well, as I plan for her to sleep near one or something similar, finding her only comfort there. And I really like pumpkin vines/flowers/leaves/pie.
Her name has no specific meaning, I simply made it up.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 8:42 pm
 ▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ Iedalei ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄ GENDER ▄ Male STAGE ▄ Adult TYPE ▄ Mountain CLAN ▄ Mountain BIRTHDAY ▄ 9.30.12 COLOR ▄ #CDB38BFAMILIARS ▄ N/A PARENTS ▄ Gen 1 SIBLINGS ▄ N/A LIFEMATE ▄ N/A CHILDREN ▄ Mom - Babies POWERS ▄ None TEMPERMENT ▄ Lonely LIKES ▄ Flowers, dim light, cool air DISLIKES ▄ Loud sounds, hurried meetings, thorns in his hooves, roses PERSONALITY ▄ Touchy in a nervous way, Iedalei is very unused to others approaching him, and thus may back away or even run if another approaches. He himself is willing to try and make friends, but it would take time and patience, both of which he has. He can get angry, but only after being harmed by the same herla meeting after meeting after meeting. He is otherwise very kind. BACKSTORY ▄ He awoke, alone, though surrounded by small things. Whispers here and there, the words of things he could not see. These things protected him until he was able to properly fend for himself. That and the occasional kind passerby, leaving him food when they were able. He's not very sure what happened to his parents. And he's very unsure about having parents in the first place, but he exists and that is what matters to him. He started wandering as he grew older, further and further from the place he was born. He never noticed the voices growing fainter as he aged, completely gone before he was fully grown. And now he simply wants to find friends. Gift from Saphira 9.16.12 [imgright]http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z329/iHibariKyoya/Pets/Iedalei.jpg[/imgright]▄▄▄▄ ▄ [color=#CDB38B]▄ [u][size=18]Iedalei[/size][/u] ▄[/color] ▄ ▄▄▄▄
[color=#CDB38B][b]GENDER[/b] ▄[/color] Male
[color=#CDB38B][b]STAGE[/b] ▄[/color] Adult
[color=#CDB38B][b]TYPE[/b] ▄[/color] Mountain
[color=#CDB38B][b]CLAN[/b] ▄[/color] Mountain
[color=#CDB38B][b]BIRTHDAY[/b] ▄[/color] 9.30.12
[color=#CDB38B][b]COLOR[/b] ▄ #CDB38B[/color]
[color=#CDB38B][b]FAMILIARS[/b] ▄[/color] N/A
[color=#CDB38B][b]PARENTS[/b] ▄[/color] Gen 1
[color=#CDB38B][b]SIBLINGS[/b] ▄[/color] N/A
[color=#CDB38B][b]LIFEMATE[/b] ▄[/color] N/A
[color=#CDB38B][b]CHILDREN[/b] ▄[/color] Mom - Babies
[color=#CDB38B][b]POWERS[/b] ▄[/color] None
[color=#CDB38B][b]TEMPERMENT[/b] ▄[/color] Lonely
[color=#CDB38B][b]LIKES[/b] ▄[/color] Flowers, dim light, cool air
[color=#CDB38B][b]DISLIKES[/b] ▄[/color] Loud sounds, hurried meetings, thorns in his hooves, roses
[color=#CDB38B][b]PERSONALITY[/b] ▄[/color] Touchy in a nervous way, Iedalei is very unused to others approaching him, and thus may back away or even run if another approaches. He himself is willing to try and make friends, but it would take time and patience, both of which he has. He can get angry, but only after being harmed by the same herla meeting after meeting after meeting. He is otherwise very kind.
[color=#CDB38B][b]BACKSTORY[/b] ▄[/color] He awoke, alone, though surrounded by small things. Whispers here and there, the words of things he could not see. These things protected him until he was able to properly fend for himself. That and the occasional kind passerby, leaving him food when they were able. He's not very sure what happened to his parents. And he's very unsure about having parents in the first place, but he exists and that is what matters to him. He started wandering as he grew older, further and further from the place he was born. He never noticed the voices growing fainter as he aged, completely gone before he was fully grown.
And now he simply wants to find friends.
[color=indigo][align=right][size=9]Gift from Saphira 9.16.12[/size][/align][/color] ROLE PLAY LOG ▄ ☼ = Active | ☆ = Hold | ♫ = Complete Linked Name |+| Who With ▄None [color=#CDB38B][b]ROLE PLAY LOG[/b] ▄ [i]☼ = Active | ☆ = Hold | ♫ = Complete Linked Name |+| Who With[/i] ▄[/color]
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 8:43 pm
 ▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ Dyananali ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄ GENDER ▄ Female STAGE ▄ Adult TYPE ▄ Delta CLAN ▄ === BIRTHDAY ▄ 10.20.12 COLOR ▄ #CD8500FAMILIARS ▄ Allarian + DyxnPARENTS ▄ Gen 1 SIBLINGS ▄ N/A LIFEMATE ▄ None CHILDREN ▄ Dad - Babies POWERS ▄ N/A TEMPERMENT ▄ Cold LIKES ▄ The scent of plants, hearing birds, watching the sky, naps in the shade DISLIKES ▄ Pests, unwanted visitors, flirts PERSONALITY ▄ Rather critical, Dyananali does not like company, nor does she enjoy witty banter or those that would attempt to win her affections with gifts or simple words. She can even be quite mean if someone seems persistent enough. At times she tolerates those that are less eccentric, and is rather intrigued by those that don't show much in the way of politeness or joy, sanity even. BACKSTORY ▄ Born in the Delta land, rather near the swamplands, she was treated well, though her family was nervous by the eyes she grew up with. It seemed unusual to them and as though something was slowly taking her, their nervous and uneasy words and actions toward her slowly making the female bitter and un-liking of the family that was so kind to one another and so unsure of her. She slowly moved from resting with her family to resting within the marshes each night as she turned to her teen years, finding a patch of plants that began to tangle in her hair and fur and over her limbs as she found so little to do and rested there so often. She still stays there to this day, wandering out every so often, unhappy with the cheery demeanor of those around that show up from time to time. But her solitude has soured her mood and iced her heart. Halloween CYO 10.15.12 [imgright]http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z329/iHibariKyoya/Pets/Dyananali.jpg[/imgright]▄▄▄▄ ▄ [color=#CD8500]▄ [size=18][u]Dyananali[/u][/size] ▄[/color] ▄ ▄▄▄▄
[color=#CD8500][b]GENDER[/b] ▄[/color] Female
[color=#CD8500][b]STAGE[/b] ▄[/color] Adult
[color=#CD8500][b]TYPE[/b] ▄[/color] Delta
[color=#CD8500][b]CLAN[/b] ▄[/color] ===
[color=#CD8500][b]BIRTHDAY[/b] ▄[/color] 10.20.12
[color=#CD8500][b]COLOR[/b] ▄ #CD8500[/color]
[color=#CD8500][b]FAMILIARS[/b] ▄[/color] [url=http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z329/iHibariKyoya/Pets/Uncerts/Allarian.png]Allarian[/url] + [url=http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z329/iHibariKyoya/Pets/Uncerts/Dyxn.png]Dyxn[/url]
[color=#CD8500][b]PARENTS[/b] ▄[/color] Gen 1
[color=#CD8500][b]SIBLINGS[/b] ▄[/color] N/A
[color=#CD8500][b]LIFEMATE[/b] ▄[/color] None
[color=#CD8500][b]CHILDREN[/b] ▄[/color] Dad - Babies
[color=#CD8500][b]POWERS[/b] ▄[/color] N/A
[color=#CD8500][b]TEMPERMENT[/b] ▄[/color] Cold
[color=#CD8500][b]LIKES[/b] ▄[/color] The scent of plants, hearing birds, watching the sky, naps in the shade
[color=#CD8500][b]DISLIKES[/b] ▄[/color] Pests, unwanted visitors, flirts
[color=#CD8500][b]PERSONALITY[/b] ▄[/color] Rather critical, Dyananali does not like company, nor does she enjoy witty banter or those that would attempt to win her affections with gifts or simple words. She can even be quite mean if someone seems persistent enough. At times she tolerates those that are less eccentric, and is rather intrigued by those that don't show much in the way of politeness or joy, sanity even.
[color=#CD8500][b]BACKSTORY[/b] ▄[/color] Born in the Delta land, rather near the swamplands, she was treated well, though her family was nervous by the eyes she grew up with. It seemed unusual to them and as though something was slowly taking her, their nervous and uneasy words and actions toward her slowly making the female bitter and un-liking of the family that was so kind to one another and so unsure of her.
She slowly moved from resting with her family to resting within the marshes each night as she turned to her teen years, finding a patch of plants that began to tangle in her hair and fur and over her limbs as she found so little to do and rested there so often. She still stays there to this day, wandering out every so often, unhappy with the cheery demeanor of those around that show up from time to time. But her solitude has soured her mood and iced her heart.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 12:13 am
 ▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ Ubume ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄ GENDER ▄ Female STAGE ▄ Adult TYPE ▄ Forest CLAN ▄ Forest BIRTHDAY ▄ 10.21.12 COLOR ▄ #104E8B FAMILIARS ▄ La Vierity PARENTS ▄ Gen 1 SIBLINGS ▄ N/A LIFEMATE ▄ None CHILDREN ▄ Dad - Babies POWERS ▄ N/A TEMPERMENT ▄ Sorrowful LIKES ▄ Young Herla, babysitting, sweet fruits DISLIKES ▄ Rude adults, bad parents, rotten food, being alone PERSONALITY ▄ As a once mother, she cares for any youngling or new mother she meets, offering help if they are alone or have no one to watch over them. She does not like to overstay her welcome though, and often leaves once her help has been given, or a thanks has been said by the other. She will risk her life to save a little one, her heart always going out with the thought of caring for the baby she never got to show her love for. BACKSTORY ▄ She grew up with a normal life, aspiring to be the best she could, to be the mother she saw her own as. To show love and care and have a family. But until then there was adventure. Adventure to go out and find the one she cared for, meet friends and find new places. Make homes and pretend... Until she found the right one. The one who would show her what it would be like to be a mother. To properly express her joys and care to a foal of her own. And so she was going to. She woke by her mate, the growing young checked on before she went on the walk that fateful day. The intention of a new place to eat in her mind and heart, tail flicking and eyes settling on the trees above her. And then that panicked cry was heard, a vicious snarl. Her own fear set in, her mate being in danger! So she ran, turning on her plans to be sure he was alright. He wasn't. And the fear set in as the killers turned to look at her. They were still hungry. And she was heavy with children. Her hooves carried her again, as fast as she could go, hurrying away, tears streaming from her eyes. Thankfully there was protection in the form of a male out with a female he was courting. Her fear alarming the pair as she blurted out her tale, sobbing at her loss, eased down to rest by the female while her to-be mate settled at watching the area, fending off the attackers. Her children were born after that, but the nightmare of the day haunted her. Every night, it was the same, unable to save him, running through the woods, sobbing at his loss until they found her and she was eaten. But she herself always woke up, always watched her babies. The grew well, and she was proud. They learned and played and made friends... but one friend wasn't the best. He was a little crazy, and, under her watch, became the end of her children. They always played by a pond but never went in, and even so, knew of the deepest part... She looked away for one moment, and there was that horrible splash, that painful cry to be saved. "Mommy! Mommy!"She hurried and got in, splashing over as the offender stood there watching, almost bored as she pulled the two from the water, their bodies limp and soaked... They were settled at the edge, not breathing. She tried, yelled for help, cried as they chilled. As she wept, she found herself alone. More alone than she had ever been. And that feeling, she swore, would never fall upon another mother if she could help it. Now she simply wanders and helps, somehow still wet from that time, from the loss of her first and only children. She always wishes to have another chance, but doesn't feel worthy of it. Halloween Candy Quoting 10.20.12 [imgright]http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z329/iHibariKyoya/Pets/Ubume.jpg[/imgright]▄▄▄▄ ▄ [color=#104E8B]▄ [size=18][u]Ubume[/u][/size] ▄[/color] ▄ ▄▄▄▄
[color=#104E8B][b]GENDER[/b] ▄[/color] Female
[color=#104E8B][b]STAGE[/b] ▄[/color] Adult
[color=#104E8B][b]TYPE[/b] ▄[/color] Forest
[color=#104E8B][b]CLAN[/b] ▄[/color] Forest
[color=#104E8B][b]BIRTHDAY[/b] ▄[/color] 10.21.12
[color=#104E8B][b]COLOR[/b] ▄ #104E8B[/color]
[color=#104E8B][b]FAMILIARS[/b] ▄[/color] [url=http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z329/iHibariKyoya/Pets/Uncerts/LaVierity.png]La Vierity[/url]
[color=#104E8B][b]PARENTS[/b] ▄[/color] Gen 1
[color=#104E8B][b]SIBLINGS[/b] ▄[/color] N/A
[color=#104E8B][b]LIFEMATE[/b] ▄[/color] None
[color=#104E8B][b]CHILDREN[/b] ▄[/color] Dad - Babies
[color=#104E8B][b]POWERS[/b] ▄[/color] N/A
[color=#104E8B][b]TEMPERMENT[/b] ▄[/color] Sorrowful
[color=#104E8B][b]LIKES[/b] ▄[/color] Young Herla, babysitting, sweet fruits
[color=#104E8B][b]DISLIKES[/b] ▄[/color] Rude adults, bad parents, rotten food, being alone
[color=#104E8B][b]PERSONALITY[/b] ▄[/color] As a once mother, she cares for any youngling or new mother she meets, offering help if they are alone or have no one to watch over them. She does not like to overstay her welcome though, and often leaves once her help has been given, or a thanks has been said by the other. She will risk her life to save a little one, her heart always going out with the thought of caring for the baby she never got to show her love for.
[color=#104E8B][b]BACKSTORY[/b] ▄[/color] She grew up with a normal life, aspiring to be the best she could, to be the mother she saw her own as. To show love and care and have a family. But until then there was adventure. Adventure to go out and find the one she cared for, meet friends and find new places. Make homes and pretend... Until she found the right one. The one who would show her what it would be like to be a mother. To properly express her joys and care to a foal of her own. And so she was going to. She woke by her mate, the growing young checked on before she went on the walk that fateful day. The intention of a new place to eat in her mind and heart, tail flicking and eyes settling on the trees above her. And then that panicked cry was heard, a vicious snarl. Her own fear set in, her mate being in danger! So she ran, turning on her plans to be sure he was alright.
He wasn't. And the fear set in as the killers turned to look at her. They were still hungry. And she was heavy with children. Her hooves carried her again, as fast as she could go, hurrying away, tears streaming from her eyes. Thankfully there was protection in the form of a male out with a female he was courting. Her fear alarming the pair as she blurted out her tale, sobbing at her loss, eased down to rest by the female while her to-be mate settled at watching the area, fending off the attackers.
Her children were born after that, but the nightmare of the day haunted her. Every night, it was the same, unable to save him, running through the woods, sobbing at his loss until they found her and she was eaten. But she herself always woke up, always watched her babies. The grew well, and she was proud. They learned and played and made friends... but one friend wasn't the best. He was a little crazy, and, under her watch, became the end of her children. They always played by a pond but never went in, and even so, knew of the deepest part... She looked away for one moment, and there was that horrible splash, that painful cry to be saved. [i]"Mommy! Mommy!"[/i]
She hurried and got in, splashing over as the offender stood there watching, almost bored as she pulled the two from the water, their bodies limp and soaked... They were settled at the edge, not breathing. She tried, yelled for help, cried as they chilled. As she wept, she found herself alone. More alone than she had ever been. And that feeling, she swore, would never fall upon another mother if she could help it.
Now she simply wanders and helps, somehow still wet from that time, from the loss of her first and only children. She always wishes to have another chance, but doesn't feel worthy of it.
[color=indigo][align=right][size=9]Halloween Candy Quoting 10.20.12[/size][/align][/color] ROLE PLAY LOG ▄ ☼ = Active | ☆ = Hold | ♫ = Complete Linked Name |+| Who With ▄ None [color=#104E8B][b]ROLE PLAY LOG[/b] ▄ [i]☼ = Active | ☆ = Hold | ♫ = Complete Linked Name |+| Who With[/i] ▄[/color]
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 1:35 am
 ▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ Neone ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄ GENDER ▄ Female STAGE ▄ Adult TYPE ▄ Delta CLAN ▄ Delta BIRTHDAY ▄ === COLOR ▄ #9932CCFAMILIARS ▄ N/A PARENTS ▄ Gen 1 SIBLINGS ▄ N/A LIFEMATE ▄ N/A CHILDREN ▄ Dad - Babies POWERS ▄ Light Manipulation - Not controlled, soft orbs of light hover around when a limb is moved, sometimes hovering in her wake as she moves along somewhere. It is unexplained and she does not very well understand why it happens. The lights can emit a faint glow, no brighter than fireflies, unless grouped together, making a dizzying effect. Groups only happen when quick movements occur, light is barely visible in the day, only faint color. TEMPERMENT ▄ Sweetheart LIKES ▄ Color, Friends, light DISLIKES ▄ Pure silence, Darkness, Mean others. PERSONALITY ▄ Neone is usually seen with many positives in her eyes. Cheer and kindness always present, her heart full of hope for whatever the future may bring her. Friends are always a priority for her, as she doesn't very well remember her parents, though she does find family important as well. She is always willing to help, though depending on the situation she may visit it in a different manner. Her temperament seems only to change with the light of day leaving, dark nights, especially moonless ones, leaving her very scared and unwilling to speak or listen to reason. Unless a good/close friend is around her, it's likely that she'll spend the night running even. It's rare that another will unnerve her, but it can happen, leading Neone to leave or simply ignore the 'bad' presence. BACKSTORY ▄ She was the only survivor of her three siblings. Her mother had been sleeping further away, and her father had been out, busy with something or other that wasn't very elaborated on. Predators had come in, and being awake at the time, and easily startled, Neone had run, screaming about 'black monsters.' The yelling woke her siblings, but only a little too late. It was that dusk that she became an only child, her father angry at her for such, having planned to raise his two sons to grow in skill with the talents they'd seemed to be developing. Her mother's only anger was that she had woken and gone to see, escaping with a wound to her rump that left her unable to run after that encounter. Times became hard on the young doe, especially when the odd lights began to show. Through the yelling and rude comments of her parents, Neone grew strong, finding light through even the darkest words her parents through at her... but she never smiled at night. At night she hid, hiding her eyes from the terror she felt she'd see, bad dreams slowly fading away with age, though she never ever forgot. Once she was old enough, she left her parents, both crying after that she would die without them, that she owed them... Only one tear was shed for each parent, knowing in her heart that their hate and anger was aging them far faster than any should age. She stopped keeping track of the days after that. Though she started again, to remember the night that she woke during a new moon, unafraid and knowing that something had gotten them at last, though what it was remains unknown to this day. Just as her kind attitude toward all remains with her, a reminder to herself that she won't be able to be brought down by anyone else. Poi Custom 12.1 [imgright]http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b266/Ivypen/Shops/hibari-2.png[/imgright]▄▄▄▄ ▄ [color=#9932CC]▄ [u][size=18][b]Neone[/b][/size][/u] ▄[/color] ▄ ▄▄▄▄
[color=#9932CC][b]GENDER[/b] ▄[/color] Female
[color=#9932CC][b]STAGE[/b] ▄[/color] Adult
[color=#9932CC][b]TYPE[/b] ▄[/color] Delta
[color=#9932CC][b]CLAN[/b] ▄[/color] Delta
[color=#9932CC][b]BIRTHDAY[/b] ▄[/color] ===
[color=#9932CC][b]COLOR[/b] ▄ #9932CC[/color]
[color=#9932CC][b]FAMILIARS[/b] ▄[/color] N/A
[color=#9932CC][b]PARENTS[/b] ▄[/color] Gen 1
[color=#9932CC][b]SIBLINGS[/b] ▄[/color] N/A
[color=#9932CC][b]LIFEMATE[/b] ▄[/color] N/A
[color=#9932CC][b]CHILDREN[/b] ▄[/color] Dad - Babies
[color=#9932CC][b]POWERS[/b] ▄[/color] Light Manipulation - Not controlled, soft orbs of light hover around when a limb is moved, sometimes hovering in her wake as she moves along somewhere. It is unexplained and she does not very well understand why it happens. The lights can emit a faint glow, no brighter than fireflies, unless grouped together, making a dizzying effect. Groups only happen when quick movements occur, light is barely visible in the day, only faint color.
[color=#9932CC][b]TEMPERMENT[/b] ▄[/color] Sweetheart
[color=#9932CC][b]LIKES[/b] ▄[/color] Color, Friends, light
[color=#9932CC][b]DISLIKES[/b] ▄[/color] Pure silence, Darkness, Mean others.
[color=#9932CC][b]PERSONALITY[/b] ▄[/color] Neone is usually seen with many positives in her eyes. Cheer and kindness always present, her heart full of hope for whatever the future may bring her. Friends are always a priority for her, as she doesn't very well remember her parents, though she does find family important as well. She is always willing to help, though depending on the situation she may visit it in a different manner. Her temperament seems only to change with the light of day leaving, dark nights, especially moonless ones, leaving her very scared and unwilling to speak or listen to reason. Unless a good/close friend is around her, it's likely that she'll spend the night running even. It's rare that another will unnerve her, but it can happen, leading Neone to leave or simply ignore the 'bad' presence.
[color=#9932CC][b]BACKSTORY[/b] ▄[/color] She was the only survivor of her three siblings. Her mother had been sleeping further away, and her father had been out, busy with something or other that wasn't very elaborated on. Predators had come in, and being awake at the time, and easily startled, Neone had run, screaming about 'black monsters.' The yelling woke her siblings, but only a little too late. It was that dusk that she became an only child, her father angry at her for such, having planned to raise his two sons to grow in skill with the talents they'd seemed to be developing.
Her mother's only anger was that she had woken and gone to see, escaping with a wound to her rump that left her unable to run after that encounter. Times became hard on the young doe, especially when the odd lights began to show. Through the yelling and rude comments of her parents, Neone grew strong, finding light through even the darkest words her parents through at her... but she never smiled at night. At night she hid, hiding her eyes from the terror she felt she'd see, bad dreams slowly fading away with age, though she never ever forgot.
Once she was old enough, she left her parents, both crying after that she would die without them, that she owed them... Only one tear was shed for each parent, knowing in her heart that their hate and anger was aging them far faster than any should age. She stopped keeping track of the days after that. Though she started again, to remember the night that she woke during a new moon, unafraid and knowing that something had gotten them at last, though what it was remains unknown to this day. Just as her kind attitude toward all remains with her, a reminder to herself that she won't be able to be brought down by anyone else.
[color=indigo][align=right][size=9]Poi Custom 12.1[/size][/align][/color] ROLE PLAY LOG ▄ ☼ = Active | ☆ = Hold | ♫ = Complete Linked Name |+| Who With ▄None [color=#9932CC][b]ROLE PLAY LOG[/b] ▄ [i]☼ = Active | ☆ = Hold | ♫ = Complete Linked Name |+| Who With[/i] ▄[/color]
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10/15/12