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 Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 5:13 pm
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Stacie Noire { Student }
Caoimhe Niamh { Nurse/Substitute }
Lock Hykkairi { Nurse's Assistant/Fortune Teller/Tarot Card Reader }
Henriette Andrzejewski { Safety/Health Teacher }
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 5:29 pm
 Name: Stacie Noire Nickname: N/A Occupation/Role in the Circus: Animal Tamer/Animal Trainee/Ring Master Age: 21 Species: Banshee Sexuality: Omnisexual Date of Birth: October Eighteenth Height/Weight: 6' 0" ft - 182 cm, 72 Kg - 160 lbs. Gender: Male Personality: Stacie is the type of person who would simply smile at ridicule - whose feelings are not limited to the ones you should normally show - to the ones considered "average" or "normal". He has a charming somber smile which he chooses to show as often as possible. In short, he is carefree, happy, always pleasant. Stacie doesn't waste his time wallowing in sadness, or contemplating the negative. He is one to move on quickly when it comes to the bad things, but latch on tightly and never let go to the positive ones. Stacie always tries his hardest to see the light in every situation, no matter the consequences. He was raised on kind morals, and believes that every being should be treated with the utmost of kindness and respect. That being said, he is sweet to everyone he meets, no matter how malicious or scary. At times Stacie might seem a bit too carefree, but that does not rule out the fact that he does not have other emotions. Stacie can also be extremely sympathetic and emotional at times. He isn't afraid to speak up for what he believes is right. He is not the kind person everyone takes advantage of. His strong will and care for others make him someone you want to respect. Stacie's sternness is almost always greeted with a charming lift of his eyebrows, and a beautiful smile. There are, of course, times where Stacie can be extremely childish as well. He has a habit of huffing and pouting, a habit usually followed by blowing strands of his coal black hair out of his prideful eyes. Overall, Stacie is a well-rounded gentleman who wishes a happy ending for most everyone in particular. Likes/Dislikes: Likes: Rain, Sleeping, Nature, Sweet in general, Sweet Smells, Humming/Whistling, and Tea.
Dislikes: He hates nothing, and can barely bring himself to dislike anything. Death, Rudeness, and Violence are few of the things he would rather not hear of or see. Biography: When asked to recall any event in time where Stacie would have to talk about his parents, you'd always be greeted with the saddest, and kindest of smiles. Stacie had a very depressing childhood, but managed to come out of it molded into the kind gentleman he is today. When Stacie was born - he was exiled, instantly. Banshees were curses, freaks of nature not meant to be talked to or even seen. They represented death, and sorrow. So he was left alone. But Stacie's life was not short lived. He was not left in the cold, wasn't simply cast aside simply because his parents and family opted for a life with a child of a happier species. As luck would have it, Stacie found himself face to face with a kind old man who owned a shop where he sold clocks. The man met him with only kindness on that fateful rainy day. "His eyes were pools of cast away strangers, looking for a home. His hair mended into puddles of black that dripped onto the pavement, mixed with tears I will never know - for his stiff lip stood out amongst all the loneliness." Such words, when said aloud, or even thought of by Stacie would bring tears to his eyes. Not because of the sad memories, but the awfully fond ones. The old man took him in like the lost little puppy he was, and nursed him, despite his cursed fate. The man didn't ask for his background, or his name. He asked for nothing in return for his kindness. This, Stacie carries with him to this day - that kindness should never be asked for, that it is a mutual thing that every person deserves, no matter their sex or race. Stacie grew up with the man in his heart, and wished for nothing more than acceptance for others. Acceptance the other man gave with no regards. When it came to others, it was not that simple. Stacie faced hard times as a child, as a teenager, and even as a young adult. As much as his "father" showed him kindness, he had to learn that every person was different in their own way, and he had to learn that just as his father had done - he had to show kindness to everyone, no matter their opinions or personality as well. Stacie was beat down, ridiculed, and judged by everyone. But it was his father that taught him to be everlastingly kind. His morals were shaped around that man, words of how to treat people right etched into his memory. Proper etiquette, how to be a gentleman, and more, all set into his memory by the master of time himself: His "father" the clock maker. But just as Stacie's father knew, time passed, and people aged. The man died peacefully in his sleep, leaving Stacie alone, once again. He sought kindness in strangers, in nature, in everything, just as his father had taught him. And he wasn't always accepted, but Stacie learned to accept that most of all, which is what made him into the person he is today. Through the many years of studying due to Stacie being alone, he learned amazing things about his species, and gained an interest in other people's species as well. This lead him to seek out a school where the exiled and outlawed like him could roam freely. Talents/Abilities: Animal Whisperer - The ability to talk to and manipulate/persuade animals.
Sound Echo - The ability to increase and decrease the volume in his voice. Persuasive Voice - The ability to entice people with words with little difficulty.
Voice of the Heavens - The gift of a naturally low, husky and alluring voice when it comes to speaking, singing and or humming.
Dual Voice - The ability to speak and hum at the same exact time.
Death's Touch - Anything he touches will instantly age 5 years every 1 second. The only time he can reverse this is one minute within the time he touches the specific thing. This is willfully, it is not anything he touches willy-nilly. Other: Theme Song: Stacie's Theme
He becomes ill extremely easily.
He blushes often.
All redness is obvious against his snow white pale skin.
Stacie is ridiculously clumsy.
He cries often. (Not on purpose, the tears come of their own accord)
Sometimes he cares a little too much for people.
Kindness and innocence are two different things. He is incredibly blunt; a grown man - mind you. He is aware of sexuality in general, and is not a lost cause when it comes to romance and love. Bodies are no shame to him!
He's a great listener.
Stacie cannot lie to save his own skin.
He doesn't like Coffee.
His ears are pierced.
He can play Violin, Cello, and Piano.
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 3:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 4:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 6:06 pm
 Name: My name is Caoimhe Niamh. Don't try to prounounce it dearest - it'll be wrong. People just call me Kee.( My is Caoimhe Niamh, but it is pronounced Keevah Neev. It's traditional Irish. Having a name tag with both my first and last name won't do me any good - no one can pronounce it correctly. But it's the thought that counts, right?) Nickname: Kee. (Key) Occupation/Role in the Circus: Nurse/Substitute/Advertisement Model(She dresses up in the big gowns and makeup and stuff to advertise the Circus.) Age: Twenty years of age, and not a year older! Maybe a few months, though. And....Perhaps a couple of centuries? Species: An Enchanted Fay Doll. No! I don't have wings OR strings! Oh dear! Don't poke me! Sexuality: Omnisexual - I do not personally have a preference, no I do not. Date of Birth: May Eighth Height/Weight: 5' 6" - 170 cm. 130 lbs. - 59 Kg. Gender: I am a lady. Female! Personality: I suppose someone could call me well-rounded. Kind, too. I have many good qualities just as anyone else. I'm a great listener, I love to help, and I yearn to see people happy. I suppose that's why I'm a nurse! But that doesn't mean someone can simply run their feet all over my back like some sort of straw mat. I have a horrible habit of mother henning people, because I really just want them to be happy - and I can't help it if I think the only way to make them happy is appease my needs as well. I'm as giving as I can be, but I'm not perfect. I have my clumsy moments, and that will put a definite innocent rosy blush on my pale cheeks. I'm willing to accept and confront all of my mistakes. Being open to ideas is part of a nurse and teacher's job, and I strive to show those qualities most often. I have the beginnings of a sense of humor, but I can be a little slow processing stuff at times - another thing that will get me blushing like a little girl. Overall I suppose you could say I'm an average person with average interests and perks. I won't ever be perfect - but even I can accept room for improvement. Likes/Dislikes: Likes - Clean Scents, Linoleum Tile, Birds, Cleaning, Children, Dresses and Makeup, Music, Sweets, Cold Weather, Snow, Traditional Things, Candles, and Anything Blue or Lavender.
Dislikes - Loud noises, Death, Mold, Germs, Foul Smells, General Naivety and Arrogance, Alcohol, Bitter or Sour things, Scatter or Mess, Trash, and Pranks. Biography: My maker started out as a naive young little magician, with the idea in mind that the entire world must have come out of his nose in a single sneeze. He was blissfully ignorant, and he was the one that created me. I started off as a simple little children's doll. My maker had been set to engage a young lady when he was a kid - so he decided to make a doll for his young love. I suppose that doll was me. A little minuscule doll - that was me. I didn't have a voice or say to anything I wanted to do. The girl played with me as she should have, and their bond grew stronger. And....My maker grew as well, so did his fiance. She grew to love music. My maker was no musician, but he knew the next best thing. How about a music box? And so he took me, and made me into a wondrous ballerina on a music box. Their bond grew further with the special gift. The girl's love for music was not short lived - for when she grew into a young lady, she still loved it. My maker took me and the music box and converted me into a jewelry box, one that still played music. I stood out beautifully in my gown, posing for a twirl. The young lady's love for the music and jewelry box spanned her entire life. She kept me, and their bond was tighter than ever.
They decided to have children. My maker was thrilled - and he kept the tradition of transforming her gift into something of greater nature. So he took me once more, and made me into a gorgeous porcelain doll for the child. I would've been fine with that, alive or not. I wouldn't of minded being in the hands of an innocent child....It wouldn't matter if I gathered dust after a while. But my maker valued me very much. He saw me not just as a doll, but as a piece of his wife. So, when my maker's wife died during birth, and he grew ill....The magician decided to ultimately make me....Into their children's version of a guardian - so he modeled me after a fairy godmother. His wife loved those fairy tales, truly, and wholly. So he tore his soul out and mended it into me, to create as much a lifelike doll as possible. I watched over the children - but didn't grow with them. And that time - I didn't gather dust, either. I served them to the best of my ability, fully aware of my past, and fully aware to this very day. I watched what was left of my "family" die, and I lived on. I've lived on for quite a while, actually. I do not regret being what I am. I feel proud to be a fairy godmother. There are even Irish folktales about me - the fairy woman who watched over the orphan children. It's no surprise, I'm much older than I look. But I keep my values near and dear to me, which is what lead me to become a schoolteacher, and a nurse. I live to see people grow and be happy - it's what I was made for. To tighten bonds. I wasn't made to love it, that was something I gathered on my own from experiences with other people. Talents/Abilities: Blessing Touch - A simple touch to the forehead from me can make you drowsy, calm you down, or ease any pain you might feel. Other: She speaks Irish, French, German, English, and Russian.
Her hands and fingers are bound tightly in gauze. This is because her hands bruise and cut extremely easily, and are very weak. It's the price of being a doll.
She likes to make her own medicine.
Has a habit of pursing her lips and nibbling on her lip.
Theme Song: TV in Black & White
She owns a bird named "Lock"
She's "Kee", and he's "Lock." Her companion and only real friend.
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 4:04 pm
 Ｉｆ ｙｏｕ ｇｅｔ ｌｏｎｅｌｙ, ｔｈｉｎｋ ｏｆ ｍｅ ｏｎｌｙ. Hello? Hello?
C-Can you hear me?
I can be your China Doll
If you'd like to see me fall
Your love is deadly
Tell me life is beautiful, they all think I have it all.
I'm nothing without you.
All my dreams and all the lights mean
Nothing, if I can't have y o u. _________________________________________________________________________ Text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text _________________________________________________________________________ Wandering on Greenwich Avenue,
Wishing and thinking of y o u.
When I'm around you
Suddenly I realize
That I was blind before I saw the world through your eyes.
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 4:06 pm
AAAAAAANNNDDDDD.....
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 3:31 pm
 Name: Lock Hykkairi
Nickname: It's just Lock.
Occupation/Role in the Circus: Fortune Teller/Tarot Card Reader
Age: 23
Species: Demon
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Date of Birth: August 6
Height/Weight: 5'10" Ft - 179 Cm. 130 lbs - 59 Kg.
Gender: Male
Personality: Lock is an aloof, calm, and cool-headed guy who could often be considered a "bad boy." Often times, he can be pretty selfish and ignore other people's thoughts and ideas, but he can also realize that he does this quickly - and awkwardly try to apologize. When Lock grows comfortable with someone, he often grows too protective of them, thinking he can control them to make sure they won't ever change. He does this without realizing it, and is an extremely jealous person. Lock claims his territory - if he sees something he truly, truly likes, it's his, no questions asks.(Kind of ironic since he's a puny bird) Even though Lock acts this way, he truly cares for the well-being of others, and seeks to make people smile. He doesn't like to apologize to people, but will do it just to see them happy. People can also consider Lock a perfectionist, being that mostly everything he does has to be done his way, or he will most likely be irked by it. Despite his overall cold demeanor, he's a very calm-headed guy who doesn't really care how things turn out, as long as he stays interested and nothing bothers him. Smirks are not often seen on his face, and he isn't afraid to speak his mind or be blunt. He can always give someone he likes a sincere smile, one that will always manage to melt their worries away. Like anyone, Lock likes to get what he wants, and tries his best to get it. He's a very dominant person, but is willing to submit at certain times, too.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes - Rain, The Color Blue, Caoimhe, Getting what he wants, Heights, Great Views, Whistling, Magic Tricks, Weird & Odd Things, Mysteries, and Fairy Tales.
Dislikes - Screeching, Thunder, Goosebumps, Tears, Ripped Clothing, The Cold, Anyone Who Touches or Comes Near Caoimhe, Deep Red Colors, and Blood.
Biography: Lock never had the chance to experience a proper childhood. From the minute he was born, he was taken from place to place, taught exactly what he needed to know, and put somewhere else. He never had the chance to form his own personality, either. No one spoke to him but the tutors, and they only taught him information. They didn't have a personality, just stared at him blankly and spoke. Their voices were neutral, not cold, or kind. So, of course, Lock grew up a complete husk. He didn't speak unless spoken to, and moved on command. From the moment he was born, his fate was decided. It didn't matter who his parents were, they took him away from them the moment the umbilical cord was cut.
He was also un-named. No one bothered to give him a title - they hadn't thought of one yet, and there wasn't a need for one.
When Lock turned 10 years old,(about 500 years, in his age) the people who were watching over him ran into a state of commotion. They attempted to move him to another place, but failed. Lock was not completely in a state of distress. The day before the emergency happened(the exact day he turned 500), Lock had went to a tutor and told her many things, things about technology, about humans, and about the entire world. They all involved major sins and wrongdoings people were going to do in the future - involved what they could've done so it wouldn't happen. It was clear at that time that the keeper of secrets had "awoken" and began to see his provisions. Everyone had been massacred the next day.
In the end, he ended up stranded in a place he did not know of, simply wandering. It was then he met a lonely little magician, and his family offered to take him in, being that Lock was intelligent but just...lost. The family introduced him to their son, and the boy immediately took a liking to Lock. The day they met, Lock bent down and carefully told the little boy his one and only sin would be the death of his entire family, and that there was nothing wrong with that.
They grew up together, and the boy's parents and his personality grew on him. He learned to be calm, and alert, but protective. He learned to be aloof, and discovered what it was like to act human. The magician had a knack for making dolls and other knickknacks, and the ones he would give to his fiance piqued his interest. He never understood the gesture of love, and spent his time outside, marveling at nature. Since Lock had always been cooped up inside his entire life, he had a fascination with birds. How they always roamed so free, and could do whatever they so wished without anyone interfering. And if someone did...They could just fly away. Since Lock was unnamed, the boy put off naming Lock for a long time, just referring to him as a friend. It wasn't until the boy grew older and decided that before he could trust Lock with anyone, he needed to find out just who he was. And so, the boy set out on a search to find out who the heck Lock was. Before he set out on the journey, Lock had told him everything he knew. His age, species, birthday, everything. And before he left, Lock had specifically told him when he did come back, to spend as much time as possible with his wife. He grabbed onto the poor man's shirt and nailed it into his brain to spend every waking second with the woman. He also told him many things that were right on point with his life before the man left. About what he should've done when he was younger, about his parents. About everything.
Sure enough, the boy discovered Lock was known as one of the "keeper of secrets" and that the event that made him separate from the guardians was when he had officially awakened. He told Lock that he knew what his "powers" were, or the secrets he held, and it was then he decided to name him Lock. During the travel, the boy had thought all about his life and what Lock had told him. That was why he decided to name Lock, Lock. He had come up with a plan. When the man came back, he grew ill, and did as Lock told him, spent time with his wife. He found out immediately after he came back that she was pregnant. When she died from the pain of childbirth, he began formulating his plan, basing it all off of what Lock had told him. He made a real-life doll with what was left of his withering soul, both to watch over his children, and do something special for Lock. When he had been out on his Journey, he met up with one of the guardians and they had told him there was a reason he was supposed to be with someone at all times, someone who was willing to loose their life. Anyone Lock confessed the secrets to died. It was the cost for knowing the valuable information, and eventually - if Lock kept too much to himself, he himself would speak of his own wrongdoings and sins - what he could've done to live a better life. So, the man turned Lock into a bird so he could whistle on about his future without fear of anyone hearing and understanding. The man put a curse on Lock so he could never understand what he was whistling out as a bird - so he wouldn't know himself. And then, he created a key to all of Lock's secrets. A doll. This doll contained the soul of him and his wife, bound together by their memories. The doll was created to watch over their children, since they were unable to. When he created Lock's key to his secrets, he made sure she was the only break the curse of him being a lowly bluebird. He made sure the doll would watch over him, and he watch over the doll. They both depended on each other, should one die, the other would. Should one feel something, the other would.
Before the man died, the only thing he told Lock was to watch over his child. Because the curse was already in place, Lock didn't understand what he meant, for the man had two children. He soon came to discover the child was Caoimhe, or better known as his "Key."
Their fates were strung together like a golden Key tied on a string, and on the other side, a platinum Lock, both equally depending on each other; stretching the string out until it finally breaks.
Talents/Abilities: Lock can imitate a bluebird.
He can read palms and pulses. When it comes to "telling people the future" he can only warn them against doing things vaguely, for his curse forbids him from going into detail. With every tarot card he reads for people, he must whistle for them later.
Lock won't always get the correct Tarot card, and although he can't explain why, if it's wrong, he knows it's wrong. He'll re-draw and tell the person sometimes fate second-guesses itself. Rarely does he ever re-draw tarots a third time.
He can turn into a bluebird.
Can touch his nose with his tongue.
Other: Lock is Finnish.
He's a great actor.
Always carries Tarot cards around with him.
Knows a lot of useless information.
Knows a lot of information in general, especially about flowers and birds.
He puts his two cents into things frequently.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 3:37 pm
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Who they are. ______________________________________ text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text
______________________________________ Over ↷ and ↷ over, they call us their friends.
Can't we find something else to pretend?
Like nobody's won and we're safe at the end.
That's it,
it's s̷ ̷p̷ ̷l̷ ̷i̷ ̷t̷
it can't recover !
Just frame the sǝʌlɐɥ and call them a ⓦⓗⓞⓛⓔ
Find their fathers and their mothers.
If you r e m e m b e r
ｗｈｏ ｔｈｅｙ ａｒｅ ▀ xxA penny for your thoughts. ¢▀xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLock Hykkairixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▸ ❝ . . . ❞xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▸ . . .▀ I try so hard to shut the feelings out.
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 10:29 am
Hehe, sorry I'm not checking this until now... I've been awfully busy... Approved!He can meet up with Kasper~! Yay! razz
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 9:23 pm
hE WILL BE MIINNNEEEEEE. Name: Henriette Andrzejewski
Nickname: Henry
Occupation/Role in the Circus: Safety/Health Teacher
Age: I'm much older than 23, but age is but a number.
(TRANSLATION: Mind your own ******** business.)
Species: Demon Bies
Sexuality: Pansexual
Date of Birth: September 30. Why the hell do you need to know this?
Height/Weight: Why the hell do you need to know THIS?!
Fine, fine. I'm 160 cm and 58 kg
Gender: Female. I have tits and a va-
What? I'm not allowed to say it?
I'm the health teacher for Christ's sake!
v****a!
Personality: I'll kill you if you tell me I have a bad personality.
Do you understand me? Kill you. Kill you dead.
Seriously. And you'll be so embarrassed. I'll make you come back as a zombie, and you'll die of shame all over again. Do you really want that? Of course you don't. So shut the ******** up and listen happily to my wonderful characteristics.
I curse often. Not because I love it, but because they express my feelings. Anger, love, lust. I'm blunt. So it's only natural for me to use vulgarity. But there's one word I don't like. Tits. I really hate that word. Dunno why.
I can be pretty nice. Just don't get on my nerves. If you listen, you should be alright. If you don't, don't expect me to give a flying rat's a** about you if you so happen to fall down a flight of stairs and break your hip. No. Nuh-uh, don't expect me to come to your hospital bed and offer you flowers. I'll come with my shovel ready to bury you because you ain't getting any of my sympathy.
I FREAKING WARNED YOU.
...I don't repeat myself. Obviously. I'm sarcastic, blunt, sardonic, narcissistic, and i'm a sadist. Big whoop, i'm a bad person. People tend to get used to it. You live your life hating at least one person, right? That person can be me! I don't care! Just stay safe and you're cool with me!
Another thing: Don't kiss my a**. It pisses me off. If you try too hard to be nice to me, it becomes fairly obvious of what you're trying to do, and further gets my panties in a knot. You shouldn't even try to be nice to somebody. Be yourself. Everyone else is taken, and no one wants to be your stinky a**.
Go take a shower or something. Seriously.
Be yourself and I'm happy.
Relatively. I'm usually happy, but you can't tell. Just because I don't smile doesn't mean I'm happy. Don't come to me and ask me if I'm okay if I'm frowning. It's called a freaking neutral face, okay? Not everyone has the same one, so don't ******** walk up to me and ask me random s**t, it pisses me off, okay? Don't look at my face at random times of the day, I mean god dammit, I'm not smiling for a reason because twats like you are staring at my face.
Mind your own business. I'll answer non-stupid questions to the best of my ability, but don't make me seem like an idiot. I openly admit things I don't know, and I damn well look good doing it.
Finally:
Don't be a p***y. I know I sound intimidating, but if you can grow a pair and talk to me, that makes me hate you, even if I don't know you, a little less. I do appreciate "Hello's, How are you's, and Good Morning's."
Of course, I'll probably answer with "Go to Hell," But hey, it's the thought that counts, right?
Likes/Dislikes: Likes - Roses, November, The Cold, Blood, Healthy People, Nurses, Crimson, Soil, Graveyards, Digging, and her family.
Dislikes - Clumsy people, Idiots, people who don't listen, Cool Colours, Screaming, Fire, and Anxiousness.
Biography: My mother's name is Živa - she was a God. Yeah, yeah, no biggie, I'm just a freaking offspring. Offspring a god damn deity of love and marriage! Yeah, sure fertility and sexuality is all nice and stuff, but that's just...weird! My mother is a big deal all around Europe. Don't really understand why. Unfortunately, I inherited a deity title of her sisters too. To me, she wasn't so great, my dad is the great one. Everyone knows my dad. He was a Bies, or Demon. Many Polish identify him with the devil, and there are tons more. My father just happened to be their deity. You jealous yet? Of course you are.
But of course...I'm not a direct descendant of them. Hell, if I was, I wouldn't be here, okay? My mother and father wanted a kid, so they made one. Yeah, they made me. I'm not really sure why they couldn't screw to make a child. Mom always told me they did it often...And my dad was awesome, so I'm sure he got it up. Hm. Maybe it was just easier to create me. You know? Constructed me, etc? They made sure to take away any godly powers I had so I couldn't wreak havoc on the world.(My dad wanted me to, but mom said no.)
So here I am, whoop-dee-freaking-doo. People always tell me I look exactly like my mother. But my mother was a saint. I'm more of my dad than anything. You'll see why when i describe my personality.
So, my freaking parents made me this way so I could live a relatively normal life. They dumped me somewhere with their brothers and sisters, so they could watch over me. And who did they dump me with? Żywie, goddess of health and healing. She was my mom's sister, and...the closest person I knew. Shut up! Don't freaking making fun of me. I hated her for a long, long while. She was such a goody-two shoes, and always cared about the safety of others.
It rubbed off on me, okay? I'm not a nurse or anything, but I like to make sure people stay safe. I like to make sure they stay safe. When they go out and hurt themselves I'm not going to help. You done f*cked up, not my problem! I warned you! I got this type of attitude from my father, and aunt Żywie hated it so much. But whatever. She was stuck with me, and a bunch of others were, so there was really nothing they could do. Of course, they got tired of me fast. I am my father's child, after all. So, with permission from my parents, they kicked me out and sent me to Earth; more specifically Poland, where we all originated from. They made a guardian for me, so he'd watch over me to make sure I wouldn't - do stuff.
I did. I grew pretty fast, being that I had deity blood inside of me. I wanted to do tons of things, like - lead a genocide. Oh gosh, I really wanted to do that. My father told me I could, and he would've happily granted me the powers, but again, my mother interjected. I swear, that woman has too much power! I don't know how she does it, but she can always turn my dad's words around. I think she just puffs out her chest and my dad instantly gives in. God damn boobs! My father is a great man, but even he can't help it if boobs are involved! But as I said before: My father was great. He was awesome. Yeah, I'm a daddy's girl, f*ck you I know you're jealous. Hah.
He's great at everything. Screwing you over and screwing in general. My mom told me especially how good he is. It kind of slipped out when my mom was giving me the talk.
I gave my dad a thumbs up.
Hell yeah.
I'm getting side-tracked. After I was dumped in Poland to grow up, my Guardian had trouble caring for me. Not that we didn't have enough money or other mortal mediums, but that I'm freaking wild.
It was hard to raise me when I wanted to kill everyone who disobeyed me. But he did a good job of it. He stepped on me a lot, that helped. And he yelled, and he called my parents...and my aunt, too.
My aunt could get really, really violent. Maybe that's the part I grew to like about her. Because I sure as hell know everything else about her is weeeirrrddd.
I went to school as normal, didn't kill anyone(hurt them badly, yes) and made it through college. I decided to become a teacher. My aunt laughed in my face, and my dad was proud. I don't especially like children too much, but I do enjoy yelling at them to stay safe. Plus, who else better than an offspring of a Goddess of fertility to teach those nuggets how to properly make themselves feel good? Me, of course. I'm the number one Health teacher! You'll get in shape and you will damn well like it with me.
But I didn't just want to teach in any old school. Oh, no. Those were too plain for me. So when I found out a position was free at a Circus school...I've never filled out an application so fast!
My past really has shaped who I am today, as you can probably tell from my personality. I'm not immortal, and I'm not unbreakable.(Mentally, and physically.)
But I'm not a measly human, either. It takes a bit to scratch Henriette~
Talents/Abilities: I don't give this information out. Maybe you should know that I'm a grave digger. It's part of my job. I'm not an angel or demon or anything, but I'm supposed to bury people and decide whether their souls stay here, or pass on. Truthfully the soul only leaves the body 24 hours after a death. People don't know that. Sometimes it takes longer.
That's all I'm telling you. My powers are a secret. Why would I tell you anything?
Other: Just ask.
Ask and you shall receive. I think that's how it goes.
Yeah. Do that.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 8:39 pm
 xxxxxxxNa niebie burym chmurka jeszcze bardziej bura z czarną obwódką słońca.
Na lewo, czyli na prawo, biała gałąź czereśni z czarnymi kwiatami.
Na twojej ciemnej twarzy jasne cienie. Zasiadłeś przy stoliku i położyłeś na nim poszarzałe ręce.
xxxxxxxSprawiasz wrażenie ducha który próbuje wywoływać żywych.
(ponieważ jeszcze zaliczam się do nich, powinnam mu się zjawić i wystukać: dobranoc , czyli dzień dobry, żegnaj , czyli witaj.
I nie skąpić mu pytań na żadną odpowiedź, jeśli dotyczą życia, czyli burzy przed ciszą.) ❝ B o g u ś w i e c z k ę, a d i a b ł u o g a r e k. ❞
A fair face and a foul heart.
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 4:56 pm
Approved! I didn't know whether or not you finished it, since the talents and abilities are blank... but, what you have there right now is approved~. smile
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