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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 3:38 pm
 At the edge of the town, there was an ancient temple building. No one had been seen attending, or even entering, in years. Despite that, it seemed to remain in fairly good shape, though no one was quite sure how. Then, one day fairly recently, some one spotted what appeared to be the shadow of... a person, perhaps?... in one of the high windows. Soon after, there was signs of life at the temple again. People were moving in and out, bringing in furniture. Or a person and some... companions, anyways. Soon there was signs of services of some nature going on in the main hall of the temple, and the place was not just in good shape, but well maintained and beautiful, with symbols of moons and stars on the door. The gardens were sculpted, the hedges trimmed in celestial shapes. For those who had the courage to enter, and it did seem that only a few did, they found the inside even more lovely then the outside. The ceiling of the main room of the temple was painted black, but dotted with tiny silver pinpricks that proved to be carefully done lights, mimicking the night sky. Over the alter, a silver lamp in the shape of the moon hung. The lights cast a soft, silvery glow on the room. Along one wall, a stream came through the room, flowing out from under a large arch, and ending in a small pool. There were several doors off to the sides, but they were covered in dark drapes, as was the actual arch, not inviting strangers to enter in. Who knew what lay beyond those?
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 3:42 pm
Calfuray
 Unclothed version. Ingredients: Birthday Cake Ice Cream, red grapes, several pages from an old dictionary, Chocolate Cake Batter, a shy girl's laugh (bottled), purple and pink ribbons, 1 ounce of Hermés Eau Claire des Merveilles, and fur from a pink kitten. Self Gender Identity: Male
Likes: Books, unusual words, chocolate, private jokes, colors that go with purple, Vanilla and Chocolate, fruit, dancing when it's raining outside. Dislikes: Interruptions while reading, lamb, betrayed secrets, overly bright colors that clash with purple, being outside in the rain.
Biography: When he awoke from rebaking, Calfuray was confused. He felt like there was odd wisps of memories running through his head, but truly he couldn't attach them to anything, and they really only were reachable for him when he slept. He tried to ignore the flashes of weird recipes and pots and pans. He wasn't much of a cook, why did he have such odd memories? Or he didn't think he was... He never went into the kitchen these days. When the human brought him home to the Temple, she seemed joyous, but to have an odd sadness, and it confused him greatly. He has been settling in as the Temple's librarian of sorts, organizing all the books found in the old and formerly musty library.
But why did he keep feeling drawn to that odd corner of books, he didn't know. All he knew is... he saw them, and hadn't touched them yet, but they... seemed to pull him.
Skills: Organization, reading, finding unusual books, translations.
Posting Color:
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 3:45 pm
Serenity
 Serenity is the Head Priestess, or is that Priest? It's hard to say... of the Temple.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 3:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 4:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 4:07 pm
Prismos

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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 4:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 4:17 pm
Snickt

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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 2:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 2:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 2:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 2:56 pm
Areimiea

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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 3:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 3:18 pm
Morticia
 Morticia
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 3:25 pm
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