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 Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:56 pm
Character name: Miasma Aricia
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: [x]
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: Prissy, sassy, takes everything too seriously, likes order and fashion
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? if hate ships and complicated ships count then sure
Describe your character if they were a vegetable: Eggplant because that's totally a veggie
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? TBD
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? Designing clothes
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? ARTS
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? Professional diva
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) Organized, punctual, dedicated
What are your character's personality flaws? holds grudges, judgmental, vain
What is your character's favourite colour? Fuschia
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: She could totally be a hunter, maybe. Fashion diva. Spends more time looking in the mirror than completing missions. Probably needs to be threatened with having leaves revoked unless she goes out on the field.
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? I... actually have no idea.
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? Teach them to be punctual and to DO THINGS THEMSELVES
Who does your character look up to? herself
What is a great weakness of your character? what is this weakness you speak of
What are their favourite foods? TBD
Favourite fashion style? Trendy hip girl idk
Favourite minipet? SUPER celestial rune~
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? IDK
Describe your character as a mythical creature: ... a unicorn
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain MULAN 8D
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? She's always wanted to visit the human world...
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? Being fabulous is hard
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:45 pm
There was so much to do, and not enough time. Her critter blog had been neglected and unattended, papers from several classes were piling up on her desk, and at the moment, a half-written fearfic was lit up on her predator computer, while another tab would have led to a page to a finished fearfic with several reviews. On another table lay several pieces of cut-out fabric, several designs scrawled out and pieces of paper littered the floor. She knew what had to be done first, and what her priority should be, but at the moment, she was only pacing back and forth, gritting her teeth as she tried to quell the burning anger inside.
How could she not have won the “best fearfic” award? Her story is brilliant. PERFECT. A MASTERPIECE she’d dare say. And yet, she didn’t win. Not even runner-up. Even more insult to injury was that a terrible fanfic with poor grammar had gotten runner-up, and she? What did she get? A measly 5 silver pumpkin seeds and a “thanks for participation” award. Participation awards were for LOSERS. The 100 silver pumpkin seeds and screameo laptop would have helped her greatly, and she had poured her heart and soul into her work, and yet this was the award she was given. This was what she got for not balancing out her priorities.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 3:31 pm
It was a fleeting emotion, one she felt like she hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. When WAS the last time she experienced such joy in the dreary school? The one she cared most about had forgotten her; the one she hated was the only one she could talk to. Classes seemed meaningless, and the once perfect student hadn’t handed a single assignment in as of yet, let alone attended any of the recent classes. The only consolation she found was in writing and designing, but even then, it was a makeshift haven, one where she released her frustration and anger, but afterwards, she felt empty inside. Hollow.
The last time she had been truly happy, she reasoned, was during prom. At that time, it had never even crossed her mind that he would ask her to accompany him, and even when she doubted him, he found some way to reassure her. She was skeptical at first; edgy, and even though she was the one that caused such confusion between them due to her own insecurity, he stayed by her side, comforted her, told her that he had meant every word; that he cared. Had she cried? She couldn’t remember, but she knew that then, the doubts and insecurities were gone. At the very least, they were suppressed, and she was happy. But now, he forgot her. She was but a stranger to him, someone he had met in passing. Who now, could make her happy?
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 8:05 am
She was going to KILL that jacking b*****d. How dare treat her that way after all the jacking help she had given him. She should have ignored him, let him wallow in his own pathetic feelings, let him take the consequences of his own stupidity and uselessness, but no. She pitied him, for some jack forbidden reason, and though he had done nothing but infuriated her in the past, she still wanted to help.
Perhaps it was not for him, but for the poor young ghoul, and while it baffled her beyond belief as to why she should see him as more than a menace, it was not something she could really question. After all, had she not fallen suspect to the same emotion? She had tried to guard herself, keep herself distant. No one was good enough after all. She was but perfection. And yet, even she succumbed to such a cumbersome emotion. What did she see in him anyways? Yes, he was good-looking, neat and proper, smart. All the ideal traits she sought out in a friend, a companion. And yet, she wanted more, and so had he. At least, she had thought, until he flat out FORGOT her.
And so, perhaps it was to prevent the same mistake from happening, she tried to help them realize their feelings for each other, but not only did he brush off her words, he dared get angry at her, going so far as to scorch her dress. The one she had spent several days planning out, a month’s worth of silver pumpkin seeds, and she even had to get a part-time job on top of that. She hated him, hated them all. Boils were so ungrateful. This world was better off without them all.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:54 pm
To one who happened to pass by and glance into the room, it would look as if a tornado had passed by and torn it asunder. Clothing littered the normally spotless floor, papers were scattered everywhere, and minis were running amok. Faeons and forest eons fluttered about, while a dragon mini was contently munching away on some stray papers that made their way to the floor. The bed that was always kept neat and tidy had the covers tossed and tussled while two BB Siofras sat on top, busy quarreling over a piece of fear candy.
If one peeked under the bed, a pair of beady eyes would glare back, and then an angry chitter as the grumpy falsfire would attempt to bite at their nose. Or hand. Or any exposed body part protruding towards it. Even the occupant’s school supplies seemed more restless than usual. The staplegator stapled several pieces of paper together, the staples themselves making some sort of strange cryptic code (which vaguely kind of looked like the words “Please send help”) and the scisbird contented itself with poking holes in said paper, creating a happy face.
The ghoul in question was busy rummaging through her closet, brows furrowed in concentration. Oblivious to the chaos that had erupted in her room, she was only intent on finding one thing: her favourite dress.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 5:14 pm
”Of all the partners you could have picked, you chose her?”
”Strength is power, and with power, you can obtain anything. A weak familiar results in a weak master, and yet, you chose not to heed our words.”
”You have disappointed us.”
”Failure.”
”You will amount to nothing.”
These words, they pierced her like a knife piercing skin. It cut her deep down, and while she tried not to show weakness, tried not to show emotion, she couldn’t stop the tears that flowed, the angry glower at the two before her. Her mother and father, flesh and blood. To them, she was just scum. Garbage. Useless. She was finally of age, and they had high hopes. “Make us proud”, they said. “Choose a strong and worthy familiar”, they said. But when she came back with Psykhe, their expressions changed. She could see hatred in their eyes, and no matter how hard she tried to appease them, she knew deep down, they hated her, already severing any connections or ties they had to the young ghoul.
She tried to stay strong, tried to keep her chin up, but day after day, their piercing gaze slowly wore her down, and even her familiar began to question why she had picked her.
Eventually, she fell into despair.
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