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 Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 2:23 pm
Character name: Alecto Kidomonas
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: link
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: Multiple personality disorder, but usually incredibly naive and innocent.
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? Alecto/Glowy things
Describe your character if they were a vegetable: Onion
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? n/a
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? Setting things on fire
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? Sports
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? Naive, hyper, emotional
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) Forgiving, innocent, eager
What are your character's personality flaws? Unintelligent, simple
What is your character's favourite colour? Orange
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: War - Warrior
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? MALE: Spiked hair and shirtless save for some bandages, long pants and boots
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? Very airheaded, seems like she doesn't know what she's doing
Who does your character look up to? n/a
What is a great weakness of your character? Easily deceived
What are their favourite foods? Chili peppers
Favourite fashion style? Varies by personality, so anything goes
Favourite minipet? Cosmic Fragment Mars
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? An innocent child that everyone wants to protect
Describe your character as a mythical creature: Hellhound /eyesquint
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain Cinderella
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? Anywhere hot
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? Nani?
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:33 pm
Wonder
When she shuddered against the rare chill that fell upon home, she realized she was still cold. It was still freezing. Not even the boiling lava bubbling deep inside the volcano could warm her heart; the heat could never reach her. Paws pattered her head, causing her to plop down on the ground with her tail wrapped around her legs. Her mother’s tongue ran through her thick fur before she murmured in one ear.
Look for the fire inside your core. Such abstract advice that it carelessly bounced off her head the first time, but as a deeper, frustrated voice echoed inside her skull she gradually picked apart the sentence for a meaning. If she could not receive warmth, she would have to create it herself.
Eyes squeezed shut, all of her days of frolicking across the land, sizzling rocks crushed beneath the pads of her paws, and days where the air ran thick with humidity. They were all familiar memories coalescing into the one thing she wanted and needed most.
And when she heard the crackle, her eyes filled with wonder. Paws reached for the flame dancing in front of her glowing eyes. Muzzle parted with awe and as she cradled the floating fire in her hands, she felt the warmth permeate her body.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:38 pm
Happiness
Her favorite place was far away from Amityville. Her favorite place was back in her homeland, covered with volcanos and ash clouds and humid air. Bubbling lava and rumbling volcanos would fill her ears like soothing music, peaceful background noise as she puttered through her daily routine. It was a cave beneath one of the many volcanoes, and to her pleasure one of the largest, that speckled her home like trees to a forest. The cave was on the smaller side. In her younger days it was quite spacious, but now it was a comfy abode when she wanted to find someplace quiet and warm to close her eyes if only for a moment.
Her favorite place was the closest thing to happiness that she could get, at least in her humble opinion. There were times when she craved noise and excitement, but there were also times when she preferred a location hidden away to recharge her batteries when she needed it. When she was too tired she would climb to the base of the volcano and squirm her way through the tunnels into her hideaway. She would bury herself beneath the warm rocks that pressed against her skin. She would sprawl against the cave floor and fall asleep, and there she was her happiest.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:39 pm
Learning
There were still so many things she didn’t know, but needed to know. She was always so transfixed on the here and now that she often forgot how important the past and bigger picture could be. It was always so easy to fixate on the next big thing that could make her happy, but it meant she couldn’t fully grasp the meaning of the horsemen’s presence in Amityville nor could she understand the fragmented memories of GoddessmemoryExcalibur that sometimes still ran through her brain. It was all a mystery to her, even when the voices in her head screamed for her to open her eyes.
Wasn’t she at this school for a reason? They often said. Wasn’t she here to see the world, to learn more about the kind of reality she had been born in? Couldn’t she do more than stopping to smell the roses? She still had so much to learn. There were so many things she had yet to see.
She needed to learn what she was and why she was here and why they were here and who the people in white coats were—
There was still so much to learn and so little time to learn it in.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:39 pm
Balance
In the beginning, the voices were loud. It was like a variety television show set on the highest volume, and the worst part was that the television personalities could never shut up and there was no way to shut the television off. It was a tragic twist of events she would have to live the rest of her life with. The voices were like the devil and angel, but a more accurate description would have been the devil and the devil. They whispered for different sins, pulling her single body in opposite directions. At their worst, she always wished her body could split into three, or at the very least gain the ability to stretch to great distances. Maybe then she could satiate the two extra minds housed in her consciousness while satisfying her own desires.
Sometimes they would fall into arguments, and sometimes the petty arguments were enough to make her scream and whine and run straight for her room so she could cover her ears with pillows, but even then the mental conversation continued to persist. It’s all about balance, sweetie, her mother claim, but for the longest time the three voices could not come to a consensus. In the beginning, they were nuisances that prevented her from living day to day, but her mother was right. It was all about balance. They took turns, whispered, talked sparingly. And eventually the mental chatter had reached a perfect equilibrium.
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