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 Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:46 am
Character name: Rhiannon Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: Here~Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: Shy, introverted, and afraid of what may happen, but has a great sense of right and wrong, is loyal and empathetic. Does your character have a ship/ OTP? AHAHAHA..... no. Describe your character if they were a vegetable: Okaaayy... Uhh, a parsnip. Something that can survive a little frost, and may have a bitter bite. What is your character's favourite song/piece? Razor's Edge by Digital DaggersWhat is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? Creating handcrafted accessories/jewelry. Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? Definitely toward the arts. What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? Ones like her: the shy, sometimes moody, introverts. What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) She has a good moral compass, is creative, is compassionate, and would fight for what she believes in. What are your character's personality flaws? Easily upset, moody, quiet, introverted, pessimistic about the world, afraid of trying anything new/different, and socially inept. What is your character's favourite colour? Neon Pink #F535AA Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: A strong-willed War Horseman. (I'd think the collective effort and camraderie of her peers might inspire her to be more involved.) What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? As a guy? About the same. Probably moody and aloof with a complicated hairstyle and a designer suit with vintage lace ruffles, who probably thinks he's too cool to be here... If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? A professor who is very "by the book". There is no shortcut to greatness, only hard studying, experience, and careful decision making. Who does your character look up to? Her father, Alaric, who is strong, optimistic, and outgoing, with an upbeat attitude. (In other words: everything she isn't.) What is a great weakness of your character? That 99% of the time, she doesn't know what she's doing... And cream puffs. What are their favourite foods? French pastries, 'gourmet' dishes... sugary cereal...Favourite fashion style? Gothic Lolita Favourite minipet? Magical Vulpes. Not sure why... If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? The recluse healer/priestess who offers the hero(es) guidance. Describe your character as a mythical creature: Something that can be either good or malevolent. Fairy? Kitsune? Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain Mulan: unsure of her identity, awkward and embarrassing at times, but ready to defend what is worth fighting for. If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? Somewhere with interests in the arts and/or creative fashions, so Paris or maybe Tokyo. If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? If only I had been there...
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:41 am
Day 1: 8. Rebirth She slammed the book shut once more. 'Looks like I'll never get to know "How to Create One of a Kind Fashions".' Ri sighed in defeat. The memory loss was one thing, but totally forgetting a talent? Now that was unfair. The ghoul rested her chin on the desk before her, looking up at what she presumed to be her eraserboard hanging on the wall. It was practically plastered with design ideas, pictures of skeletal models in flowing cobwebs, fabric swatches in an array of black, articles and patterns for new things... But she didn't recognize any of it. 'It's hopeless.' She buried her head with folded arms and pink hair, a headache forming in the back of her mind. "Maybe there's a reason you can't remember." Said the rational sound of her inner voice. 'I have to at least try .' She argued. "Why don't you stop being who you think you are, and start being who you want to be?" It reasoned. The witch lifted her head with the realization of it all. It was like she had been handed an empty sheet of paper. Why hadn't she thought of it before? '.... You're right. I'm going to need a box.' She got off her chair and began rummaging through her closet until she found one that wasn't crammed full of stuff, then placed it on the desk. Then, carefully, she removed every picture, every piece of fabric, everything and anything that had to do with things she couldn't remember anymore and dumped it all in the box. This she taped up and placed on the top shelf of her closet, but not without some difficulty actually lifting it over her head. Next, she gathered all the books, the dress forms, and half-finished projects and banished them into the dark spaces of the closet as well. "So long, old me." She said with finality. Then she closed the door.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 10:13 am
Day 2: 70. Hero The monster roared, the sound shaking the land like a major earthquake. She woke up on the cold ground, her head and heart pounding. 'Where am I?' She wondered, her eyes focusing on a dark sky, her vision revealing coiled thorns above her. Suddenly the monster showed its face: a shadowy form of a dragon-like creature, its sword-like teeth easily as long as her body, fury and flame reflected in its eyes. It snapped and snarled at the protective brambles that kept her hidden from its vision, its incorporeal form breaking off into tiny swirls of smoke whenever its fangs met the pointed end of her summoned shelter. She got up slowly, noticing that she had changed quite a bit since she could last remember. Her clothes were definitely not what she thought would protect her, with the black lace and blood-red silk covering her body; and she somehow knew she was stronger, more powerful. She tried to call to her staff, but apparently that had changed too. Instead, a black wand had appeared in her hand, a glowing stone full of FEAR placed in its very center. She had to fight back. 'I have to finish this.' she thought as she stepped out into the open. She narrowed her eyes in determination, her pose defiant in the ugly face of the dragon. 'I have to stop me.'She awoke with a start.
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LuckyCat777 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
87
Total: 87 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 11:14 pm
Day 3: 87. Mercy She felt the pain flare across her arm before she could turn to defend herself. Her opponent was fast, using his natural form's lupine talent to his advantage; seeming to be appearing out of thin air before striking her down with a heavy paw. With yet another hard-hitting blow, she flew clear across the Gym floor, losing her grip on her safety-approved weapon, then landed squarely on the temporary force field over the pool. If the Reaper wasn't so focused on the terrible sight of a snarling wolf in mid-leap, she would have liked to admire the glittering, relaxing calm of the water trapped beneath her. Instead, she rolled sideways and snatched up the padded staff, just in time to hear the loud snap of sharp teeth behind her. She rose to her feet quickly and held out her weapon in order to defend, but even the other student had ceased his constant attacks. They stared at each other for a long moment, each battler sizing up the other. The Were's yellow eyes were glowing with the thrill of battle, his body low to the groud, his mouth open and teeth bared, awaiting the perfect chance to strike. 'I might as well be his new chew toy, with the way I've been fighting...' she thought. She winced as the wound on her arm began to sting and burn, but she held her position. Vaguely, she felt the stares of the other students as they watched, their whispered voices distracting her for just a second... Just enough for the wolf to knock her down, his claws digging into her gym clothes, his breath hot on her throat. Then just as sudden, the Monster boil laughed triumphantly above her. "Hey, that was pretty good!" He said, his tone upbeat and cheerful. "We should totally try that again sometime!"
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LuckyCat777 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:31 pm
Day 4: 18. Betrayal Ri ate her spookies alone. Normally, the little scareling would have sat on the park bench with Annalise, but that weekend she had gone with her family to visit her grandparents. She bit the ear off a sugar-frosted Pom thoughtfully, listening to the rustle of the leaves, and spending her time watching creeple pass by. It was relaxing, if not a little lonely, but it was better than seeing her father mope and shuffle around the house like one of the slower-moving undead. She finished her snack and dug into her backpack to find her favorite book, "Scareagon", so she hadn't noticed when her old friends stopped in front of her. "Hey loner, where's your new friend?" One of them teased. "Maybe she ran away when she found out how awful she really was." A ghoul commented, not bothering to look up from her skellyphone. Rhiannon tried her hardest to ignore them, but she still watched them with fearful eyes, shifting her backpack to rest on her knees like a makeshift shield. The pack of snobby scarelings talked among themselves, probably to think of some 'great' insult in order to get a response out of her. The little witch closed her eyes shut and hoped that they would leave her alone and go away... "Come on guys," said a ghost boil, "she's not fun anymore." They nodded in their usual hive-mind manner and walked off, throwing dirty looks and wrinkled noses as they turned the corner of the pathway. Ri finally exhaled a long held sigh of relief. Looks like they were never going to let go of what happened at the party... But Ri knew from reading her books, that's just how creeple are. Its what happens when you betray someone.
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LuckyCat777 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
49
Total: 49 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:33 pm
Day 5: 49. Rival
There really wasn't anyone she considered a 'rival' around at school...
Okay, so there is this ghoul who always checks out ten books compared to Ri's modest five, and who glares at you when you even think about walking toward the new release section...
Anyway, never someone who would make her want to beat them at practically everything, so she felt like having one was a little sad. Here were two people who could be the best of friends, if only they would put aside their differences and not make everything into a contest. Like the two boils that were arguing right nowOOC Didn't make the deadline, please ignore this post~
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