.___SCHEDULE___. [.Start] - December 9th, 8pm PST [.Ends] - December 23rd, 8pm PST
--[ THE PRIZE ]--
One semi custom Raevan, you can pick your own fel essence, soul, gender and alignment. The Raevan will be illustrated by Rookeries! Best of all, it is completely free if you win!
--[ HOW TO PARTICIPATE ]--
[.01] Have an awesome concept. [.02] Fill out the form below with your awesome concept. [.03] Post the awesome concept in this thread in the guild. [.04] Wait for Kyou and Roo to decide the most awesome concept. [.05] Win with your awesome concept on Christmas! (or not! Sorry only 1 winner) [.06] For the Guardian Application Section, it is still the same old form as the old one, like usual. Regular rules apply. Your character must be used as the guardian for the new Raevan. You may not exceed 100 words in the "Physical Description" area, and 250 words on the "Personality" and "History" area.
[spoiler] [b][.Gaia name][/b] (Your Gaian username) [b][.Raevan name[/b] (Your Raevan's name) [b][.Fel essence][/b] (Name of fel essence, no more than 3 words please. You can suggest a few for me to choose from, but max 3 only. This is optional, see ‘things to take note of’ below) [b][.Fel essence description][/b] (Describe the fel essence in no more than 100 words. Quality over quantity. Also if you have more than 1 fel essence, please provide descriptions for each as well) [b][.Soul choice][/b] [b][.Gender][/b] [b][.Alignment][/b] (Based on the RPG alignment) [b][.Powers][/b] (Maximum 4 powers; please give them titles. Descriptions for each power should be no more than 100 words.) [b][.Personality][/b] Like the guardian application, no longer than 250 words please. [b][.Writing sample][/b] (Either a link to your existing breedable’s RP journal, a particular journal entry, an entry for another shop’s flatsale, anything that you had previously written, or you could even write something new just for this event! Impress me!)
[.01] Please stay away from souls of existing Raevans. As well as the souls of birds, unless it is truly unique and interesting. Anything else is free game. [.02] There are quite a few existing fel essence based on fire and ice already, so it’s best to stay away from that territory. Unless you felt that your idea is truly unique and you want to stick to it no matter what, then it’s your risk to take. [.03] If you could not come up with a fel essence idea, it’s fine! We do have a list of fel essence for you to pick from once I confirm you as the winner. Just leave the fel essence sections empty in the above form. [.04] Raevans usually take about 6-12 months to grow from fel essence + soul bottle to a Frei on a regular, very casual roleplaying progress. It might take longer to grow if you’re not too active in roleplaying. Of course, in that regards, it could of course be faster to grow if you're super active!!
Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 9:10 am
[.Gaia name] T e b i k ii [.Raevan name Leon [.Fel essence] ??? [.Fel essence description] I would very much like to pick from the list, more so I would love to hear which one Rooki thinks suits the soul the best! Artistic freedom is what I seek and if a certain Essence inspires you then I am more than up to going along with it! [.Soul choice]Cappricorn [.Gender] Male [.Alignment] Lawful Good [.Powers] - To be added when an Essence is chosen!
[.Personality] Leon is an old man in a young man's body, a true paragon of self-discipline, tradition and responsibility. Often coming off as cold, stern and downright boring to other people. He finds comfort in routine and ritual, seeking control wherever he can. He has an obsessive need to 'fix' things, all the things: from the bed sheets to flaws he sees in others - Whereas he sees his rather dominating nature as bringing order to the chaotic lives of those around him, his actions are often viewed as unwelcome and intrusive. Leon is a person who is very willing to help and is often quite sympathetic towards the struggles and suffering of those around him. He is a true friend, fiercely loyal and always ready to lend a helping man when need be. Though a loner at heart Leon finds it impossible to put a wall between him and others, often falling to hard or caring too much for those he has just met. He has in his mind this perfect world, this perfect and precise way of living that he strives to obtain. Deep down he just wants to feel secure: he wants to feel that he is loved, that he is appreciated and more than anything that his life is meaningful. Him and Callus often clash heads over their ways of life, but despite this Leon treats his Guardian with great respect and obedience, which is in his mind how the relationship between father and child should be.
]NAME : Callus Nathaniel Killmister GENDER : Male AGE : Thirty-Two OCCUPATION : Freelance Make-up Artist. (Ex-Bounder) RACE : Human. LIKES : Zombies. Horror. Makeup. Art. Fishing. Novels. Taxidermy. DISLIKES : Neria's Cooking (also her magazines, shampoo's and all the other girly crap she has littered his boat with).
LOOKS : Callus is a tall man, standing at a staggering six foot and three inches. He is broad shouldered and his muscles are well defined thanks to his many years serving in the private security sector. Admittedly age and sudden change in lifestyle has eaten away at his physique and even though he is out of his prime he still looks large enough to intimidate men much younger and fitter than he is. In his youth he had raven black hair which reached down to his hips but Callus now keeps it trimmed to his shoulders, a canter parting framing his rather masculine face. His jaw is square, his nose angular and his eyes surprisingly soft bringing contrast to his otherwise roughish appearance; they are a very light blue often mistaken for grey, framed by bushy eyebrows and always underlined with dark circles because of his odd sleeping habits. A few wrinkles have appeared over the years, but despite this he is often presumed to be younger than he is, an act he does not usually correct. His beard fluxgates, it is never shorter than light stubble, or longer than a couple of inches depending on his mood. He has gained some battle scars over the years and his skin has not remained untainted by the many brawls he has been a part of; he always has a bruise or a cut somewhere. However scars are not the only things decorating his skin, it is impossible to grow up in Durem without gaining a few piercings and tattoos and Callus is no exception to this rule.
PERSONALITY : As a teenager he was rebellious and somewhat aggressive, always prone to getting into fights. Despite this he sees his troublesome younger years as the foundations that shaped him today. Now he is an older man he has all but abandoned his younger social circles, becoming near a recluse after a bike accident that almost ended his life.The anger that drove him for so long was lost along with most of the passion he had in him, days past and he remained the same. This lonesome period made him do some serious soul searching and he was only really brought out of his depression by his niece. Callus no longer looks at the world with the same melancholic attitude he once did – He is now better, never the less he minds his own business. His neighbours describe him as a kind man, the kind of person who you would borrow milk from, a man you would chat with when you cross paths, but never really get to know on a more personal level. His friends on the other hand would describe him as cocky, darkly humoured and rather laid back. Callus is the kind of person who is competitive with the people whose opinions he cares about, often mocking them with light hearted insults, usually followed by a friendly punch in the arm. Despite his rough appearance he would not harm a fly and would certainly not go out of his way to make life difficult for others. He can be described as stuck in his ways, taking a very ‘been there, done that’ outlook on life, which some people find infuriating. He will never judge anyone for their mistakes, but will happily share his experiences and give out friendly advise.
HISTORY : He never had the best grades in school and he was never particularly handsome. The arguments at home started when he was about ten, and soon after cracks started to appear in his parents’ marriage. To escape the backlash he started to spend as little time at home as possible. He was a troublesome teenager, hanging around on street corners and making friends with questionable people. Callus was never scared to get into a fight and often took the frustration he felt about his fragile home-life out on other people. He dropped out of high school and he drunk away his youth; hanging around in bars, dabbling with mild narcotics and chasing skirt. He went from dead end job to dead end job, until he landed a contract with a security firm. He used to work on the doors at Metal Bars and Strip Clubs. It was a young person’s life-style that ended the day of his bike accident. Callus, only just in his twenties, received an injury that would change his life, even though he was lucky to survive the wreck, he was left paralysed for quite some time. He went through his rehab blaming his own stupidity for his injury. When he was twenty-six his niece, Neria, moved in with him. At first he was reluctant, but she refused to give up on him. Neria talked him into starting a painting class as a way to meet some new friends. His love for alternative fashion and all things zombies became apparent as his pictures often took on a grotesque nature. This quickly escalated in him creating his own fake wounds and FX make-ups. He went back to finish high-school, applied to an art school and took a two year course in the art of film make-up, graduating, for once, at the top of his class.
[.Gaia name] Frezir [.Raevan name Nikita (can be male or female) [.Fel essence] Fragile Diamond [.Fel essence description] Fragile Diamond- Diamonds are a substance that are harder to break at it's finest, but something is different from this one. The slightest touch of pressure will cause it to chip and break away from the whole. Something so precious can break so easily.
[.Soul choice] Greta Oto (glass winged butterfly) [.Gender] Androgynous [.Alignment] Neutral Good [.Powers] Seeing in Colors - Even though butterflies can see a larger spectrum of colors than humans. How ever, Nikita can see colors around other beings and objects with souls. [ex. Red rose would have a green and/or red 'aura' around it] [.Personality] Enjoys a good amount of time reading or listening to his Guardian's latest soundtracks and remixes. Nikita has a calm demeanor since they never enjoy violence or heart break. Usually he'll keep to himself unless he can really warm up to them. He mostly hangs around those who have a vast knowledge of literature. [.Writing sample]The Lucky Noodle PRP (its a good example of someone with a similar personality)
NAME : Lilith Bloodfire GENDER : Female AGE : 23 OCCUPATION : Professional DJ RACE : Human LIKES : Music, Coffee, Friends, and most of all Shopping DISLIKES : Liars, milk, spicy foods LOOKS :Full body Short white hair, fair skin, red eyes, black framed glasses, slender build
PERSONALITY : Kind, caring, family orientated, sassy, pain in the butt. These all best describe Lilith to the 'T'. She'll always look out for family or those that are close to her. 'Blood doesn't always mean family, but loyalty and trust are what make friends your family.' That's a motto that she lives by day in and day out. She can sometimes get sassy, but it's usually a subconscious thing to her. And when she's a pain in someone's butt, it's usually because she either cares 'too much' or just likes to push your buttons.
HISTORY : Lost her parents when she was very young, but had a twin brother to keep her company until they had become separated. She lived at the orphanage until she turned 18. She went to college to get her degree in music and used that passion to make her own. She began making mixes at the age of 20. She would pass her demos around the local beach markets, but no one would really take them. She didn't care for the money, she just wanted her 'sound' to be heard. She would travel to clubs and leave her demos with the management to see if they would play them or not. After a year she finally got her big break at the local german night club. She would play a few nights out of the month until she became big enough to host her own events at other clubs. Her true goal was to find her brother, but have a career on the side.
Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 2:42 pm
[.Gaia name] Yushika [.Raevan name Lita [.Fel essence] Banshee Cry [.Fel essence description] It's hard to find a worse sound than the banshee's cry. Exposure to this sound can cause short-term damage, and rarely permanent. (Willing to use pre-made essence's, too!) [.Soul choice]Taiga Bluet (Dragonfly) [.Gender] Female [.Alignment] Neutral Good [.Powers]
Piercing Scream: When provoked, Lita can release a scream so shrill that it causes instant migraines, and sometimes temporary deafness. Stolen Voice: Lita, if she has heard the voice of her target, can mimic their voice perfectly. She does lose the person's voice if she "targets" another person, so she cannot mimic more than one voice at a time. Lament: Banshee's are known to sing when someone is about to die. While Lita cannot do this, her songs invoke involuntary depression until her song is over. This is primarily why she doesn't sing, despite having a lovely voice.
[.Personality] Lita is a gentle soul, though very sensitive. She seems to be one of this character's you need to be careful speaking to, or around, as she can and probably will take things wrong. Lita is sweet and tries her hardest to please others, but often feels like she says the wrong things, thus making her incredibly nervous around others. She seems to always need to take a few minutes to collect her thoughts before speaking, making sure she doesn't say something she doesn't intend to. While she comes off extremely passive, Lita is very stubborn in her ways, which conflicts with her need to please others. Her guardian, thankfully, has taught her not to be a pushover, so while she'll debate and whimper to herself, eventually she'll pick what she wants. This doesn't mean she cannot be convinced or compromised with! She just won't give up something if she desperately wants it.
NAME : Sven Brotz GENDER : Male AGE : 32 OCCUPATION : Writer RACE : Human LIKES : Writing, harassing his editor by not reaching his deadline, thunder storms, making jewelry, and his beloved Lita. DISLIKES : Summer, the idea that masculinity is important, most people, and bugs (though he's grown to love dragonflies). LOOKS : Sven is a large man. He's 6'1", muscular, and built for labor. He is slightly tan and adorned with scars thanks to his younger rowdy years where he traveled the world and did numerous stupid stunts his parents will never let him forget. He tends to wear plain t-shirts and dark jeans, very rarely straying from his daily wardrobe. Even formal occasions he tends to not care enough to wear a suit. His hair is a golden blonde, falling to his shoulders and into his eyes in occasion. Often tied loosely backwards, he tries to keep his hair out of the way, minus his bangs. He usually doesn't care enough to cut his bangs, and unless Lita does it then it just won't get done.
PERSONALITY : While Sven comes off as uncaring and unable to censor his thoughts, Sven has a gentle side. Sven will happily punch you if you hurt Lita or someone weaker than you, but he'll also just as eagerly bake a friend cookies or offer his shoulder to cry on. He's big and uses his strength to protect the ones he loves. Sven doesn't hold back how he feels, letting others know his feelings whether they asked or not. Luckily, he is a pretty patient guy and doesn't have too much negative to say, but he'll happily give you a piece of his mind if he thinks you're being a d**k. He also doesn't tend to follow society expectations. He has to wear what to the formal get-together? Nah, he has jeans and a t-shirt. Maybe he'll wear something with sleeves, he hasn't gotten that far yet. It doesn't mean he's poor, Sven has profited greatly off his books. He just doesn't care. Lita, however, cares greatly, so if he's dressed nicely then you know who influenced that.
HISTORY : Sven came from a very strict household. His mother was a widow by the time he was born, having lost her husband (and his biological father) when she was 6 months pregnant. She never told him how his biological father died, but Sven later discovered while in his mid-teens his father died while drunk driving. This caused him to never touch alcohol.
Around the time he turned 20 he gained a step-father. He quickly learned to adore him, as his step-father was a seasoned adventurer and often had stories to tell the young adult. This sparked a need to travel, but Sven didn't have the funds for it. He flipped in and out of jobs, constantly being fired for either his blunt attitude or indifference towards "dress code". He wrote on the side, and eventually became lucky enough to sell a best-selling series that not only landed him more money than he had any idea what to do with, but the ability to travel.
And so, at the age of 25, Sven traveled the world. His parents were constantly alerted of his shenanigans, and while they tried their hardest to force him to settle down and relax he wouldn't. However, this would soon change.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2014 10:46 am
[.Gaia name] kuroopu [.Raevan name Illiken [.Fel essence] Synchronized Silk [.Fel essence description] Inside the vial lies a single thread of silk - delicate, fragile-looking. But, unlike other threads, once broken, it shifts, reshapes, joins together again. No matter what happens to it, the silk resynchronizes with it's original self, always returning to that pristine state. [.Soul choice]Leafy Seadragon [.Gender] Male [.Alignment] True Neutral [.Powers]
Synchronization - Illiken is able to merge together pieces of broken string or rope or silk together simply by touching them. Insect Affiliation - Able to communicate with the makers of silk, such as caterpillars and spiders, though it is more of a general sense of understanding emotions than anything else. This doesn't bode well, however, because Illiken is naturally afraid of insects.
[.Personality]
Gentle and overly cautious, with a temperament more geared towards passiveness than aggressiveness; however, his reservedness is not usually due to shyness, but because he is more likely to observe than to comment. He rarely speaks, but is endlessly loyal and enjoys the company of others, even when he does not communicate particularly well. Compassion and kindness are his strong suits, but also hinder him; it is easy for him to get swept along with the crowd, and there are many times when he will go along with something he doesn't agree with because he dislikes confrontation and because he tries to see the positive aspects, rather than the negatives. This makes him naive in a sense, as well as too trusting, and he is more concerned about appearing good in other people's eyes than he should be.
NAME : Raffin Mertebergé GENDER : Male AGE : 28 years old OCCUPATION : Psychologist RACE : Human / French LIKES : People, anything that catches his eye, studying and learning, observation, the inner workings of the mind, cold weather, hot tea, art, literature DISLIKES : Hot weather, cold tea, not understanding something, being patronized LOOKS : Strawberry blonde hair, wavy and shoulder length; always pulled back into a neat ponytail at the base of his neck. Pale green eyes, a narrow face, and a long, lean body built more for defense than offense. Rounded shoulders, evidence of a great deal of leaning over, are an indication that he spends much of his time standing or sitting at a desk or a table. He dresses well, but comfortably, without any of the frivolities associated with someone in his position.
Raffin is an intensely focused and very dedicated individual. One of those people who won't stop until they finish what they've started, this can often be a bad thing, because he lets things get to him. To Raffin, everything has a proper solution - it's just a matter of looking until you find it. When no solution can be found, it usually makes him upset with himself, because he feel as though he is inadequate if he is unable to come up with an answer to a question.
This, however, also makes him to be a loyal friend. His trust in those he cares for is solid and it would take a great deal to switch his beliefs. He is not black and white in his viewpoints, but keeps his mind open so that he is able to stay as loyal as he is. Raffin's heart is kind and he wants to be able to understand those he is around. This isn't always easy, but he is a dependable human being.
Raffin prefers structure and simpleness, though he doesn't object to things other than that. His tastes lie in the ease and comfort of something explainable. He enjoys learning as much as he can about anything and everything, and will go to great lengths to discover the meaning behind something.
He is not physically strong, but mentally he is intelligent and level-headed. He does not act rashly, nor does he do anything without giving it careful thought beforehand.
HISTORY :
Raffin spent the first six years of his life being his parents' only child, a position he felt quite pleased with. In the year that Raffin turned seven, however, his mother gave birth to twin girls, followed by another boy a year and a half later. Still, their home was pleasant and affectionate, with doting parents.
He attended the local public school and learned fast for a child his age; his teachers often complained of his "dreamlike attitude." Several times he was caught staring into space just thinking, or staring around the classroom at the other students. The question that most exasperated his instructors was one simple word: Why?
"Why do Billy and Margrete act as though they dislike each other and then hold hands during mealtimes?"
"Why is Miss Lydia wearing such a dowdy black outfit all of the time?"
Raffin's desire to know and understand the mysteries of human nature only became more pronounced as he grew older. He left the house at eighteen in order to study elsewhere, greedily and passionately delving into books and theories and papers and essays and anything else he could stand to get his hands on.
After his departure from school, he was fortunate enough to become the assistant to a psychologist at a local practice, a job he revered - and that Raffin was encouraged to take classes furthering his thirst for knowledge and explanation. He wanted to become a guardian out of pure curiosity and genuine interest in Raevans.
Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2014 11:43 am
[.Gaia name] Chenabby [.Raevan name Tierney [.Fel essence] Reforming Jade // willing to use a premade fel essence, as well! [.Fel essence description] This rock of jadeite, hidden far from sight, seems resistant to change. When crystals are broken off of it, it regrows like a lizard's abandoned tail. The crystals growing are in every conceivable shade of jadeite and while it seems that a discerning eye would be able to make a considerable amount selling and reselling the broken off crystals, the crystals change from being hard to brittle as glass and shatter easily once they've been removed from the main rock. [.Soul choice] Painted desert ram. [.Gender] Female [.Alignment] Chaotic good [.Powers] Decay Delay -
In accordance with jade's ability to prevent decay in ancient Chinese beliefs, Tierney can prevent small, living things from rotting - flowers won't die as fast and a wound won't fester if she can lay her hand on it. Things much larger than her hand are beyond her and if decay has already began to work, she can only slow it.
Self-Healing -
Tierney has never lost a limb nor appendage to test her ability to regrow them, nor does she want to, but she can knit small tears in her flesh easily. Like with her ability to stop decay, she can only do this with very small wounds, though she can knit together the edges of wounds to make healing less painful or require less stitches. In the event she lost a finger, the regrowth process would be incredibly slow. Anything larger wouldn't regrow.
[.Personality] Tierney simultaneously disdains and accepts femininity as an idea. At first appearance, she certainly seems more masculine than not, often wrestling or playing in the dirt or with insects, but more careful inspection will reveal that Tierney adores pink and romance novels.
Taking cues from her soul, Tierney desires to be the dominant member of any social group, excepting over her guardian. She does this because she truly believes it is the best for all involved and tends to settle things as rams do, with her horns. In the event she is defeated, she recognises her loss respectfully, but that doesn't mean she won't challenge them again.
She is often stubborn to a fault and can't see that other people's ways will work just as well as hers; she wants things done as she wants them and can get irritable if it isn't done "correctly".
Tactile, Tierney adores touching everything around her, rather like a baby putting everything in its mouth. Friends will be hugged, things turned over in her hands.. She will touch everything she can. She gets fidgety when she can't touch things and often has to lock her hands together to resist.
Other people are placed ahead of her own well being; Tierney is a people pleaser, to the point where she suffers when she can't make everyone happy at all times. She hates seeing others unhappy and will do admittedly stupid things to make them smile again, even up to the point of injuring herself. [.Writing sample]four character profiles two fandom character profiles plague doctor journal sample for this event!
NAME : Aindreas "Drey" Byrne GENDER : Male AGE : 34 OCCUPATION : Police detective RACE : Human; Irish, mostly. LIKES : A rewarding day at work, showers (whether hot or cold), the good kinds of coffee, being active. DISLIKES : Bad coffee, a day where he goes home feeling like he managed to accomplish nothing, otherwise wasting time, sleeping in. LOOKS : Aindreas is a tall man, at about 6'2. He isn't exactly built or overly muscled, though he's got a sort of lean and sinous muscle from years on the police force. He has dark red hair that looks brown in most lights, along with green/hazel eyes. He rarely grows a beard due to not liking the way it looks on him; he feels that his jaw line doesn't stand out enough. His usual attire is a button down shirt (occasionally with an atrocious pattern), slacks or jeans, and loafers, a wardrobe he picked up from years on the job.
PERSONALITY : Aindreas tends to be a fairly warm guy; he always has something good to say about others and tries his best not to be a downer no matter what he happened to see at work that day. However, as is common in long time cops, Drey frequently battles darkness in his heart. He's seen how disgusting the world can be and what depths people will go to, and he'd be a liar if he said it didn't kill a part of him or if he said sometimes it still doesn't surprise him to see such depravity. Having no one at home to console him, Aindreas sometimes goes through periods of depression, though he doesn't let anyone see this.
As said, Aindreas is fairly friendly - because of this, he tries to hide his darkness for others and will disguise a frown or downer comment with a smile or a joke and is incapable of admitting that sometimes he needs help, especially because he fears forced leave from work.
Though Drey tends to be very laid back, his cop-mode can be switched as necessary and he will exert as much force as necessary to control the situation.
In his free time, he tries to take advantage of every moment, wanting to live life to the fullest. He hates wasting time and being inactive, so most of his hobbies outside of work involve playing sports. He's particularly fond of and good at tennis, though he feels that doesn't sound very manly.
HISTORY : Aindreas' family is average, his mother and father together, along with his fraternal twin brother Eirnin. Like most little boys, Drey had the desire to be a superhero or a police officer (whichever came first), wanting to be famous... and to protect people, though the latter was probably less important than the former. He was fairly intelligent (though Eirnin was smarter) and was capable of dedicating himself to his schoolwork, which led to him being accepted to college fairly easily and with a fair amount of money in scholarships. However, unlike most boys who aspire to be a policeman, Drey truly went for it. His degree in college was for criminal justice and he spent his college years working with police and fire departments, wanting the experience it gave.
When he graduated, he found a job in the police department fairly easily due to the qualities and relationships he'd established and spent several years working his a** off in order to save up money to afford an average sized apartment on his own - and this hard work, though it was meant to save money, ended up getting him promoted to detective much faster than he might have otherwise, a position he's lingered in for years.
He lives alone, still, with no significant other. Aindreas is frequently alone, though he and Eirnin are still close and see each other as frequently as their professions will allow. However, because he's alone, his apartment is frequently in a state of utter disarray.
[.Gaia name] Byagane319 [.Raevan nameLayla (Arabic for “dark beauty” or “born at night”) [.Fel essence] Fermenting Amethyst [.Fel essence description] The amethyst inside the vial sparkles beautifully but what is that liquid pooling in the bottom? Even through the glass it has a very distinct and almost over powering scent. It smells like…like wine. In ancient Greece amethysts were worn as charms or carved into drinking vessels to prevent intoxication but this one seems to have the exact opposite effect. How could this stone, which contains no trace of the sugar or water required for fermentation, suddenly begin to produce alcohol? [.Soul choice]Stoat [.Gender] Female [.Alignment] Chaotic Good
[.Powers] Fermentation – By holding the container Layla can make any liquid containing sugar become alcoholic. The longer she holds it the more alcoholic it becomes. Intoxication – By concentrating while touching someone Layla can cause them to exhibit drunken behavior. The behavior is determined by the person as they experience the feelings of drunkenness.
[.Personality] Layla is one girl who loves the night life and a wild party! Exuberant and straight forward you will never wonder what this Raevan is thinking. Though she may seem harsh, Layla will always be honest and not hold back the truth even if it hurts. She can be a bit of a flirt but will pull away if someone starts to get serious. She merely enjoys the game of flirting more than looking for someone to share herself with. Layla enjoys the company of others, becoming uncomfortable if left alone too long. Layla hates to be ignored and will throw quiet a little tantrum just to get some attention. But she calms quickly, letting things go and never holding a grudge. She hates to see others sad or lonely so she’s usually the first to approach new people for introductions. She loves dancing and singing so long as the music isn’t too slow. When she does have to entertain herself she likes to go window shopping. Layla is not materialistic, she never really buying anything but imagining having all the things she sees. She feels it’s more fun to imagine than be stuck with the reality of owning.
Samael was hardly a pink loving, dressing wearing, princess type of girl. She loved the outdoors, getting dirty, and was fiercely independent. For all her tomboyishness, Samael possessed one girlish delight. She loved old movies from the 30s, 40s, and 50s; holding a great fondness the leading ladies. Handsome leading men charmed and romanced them, left them behind or held them tight in a passionate kiss. She admired their poise and strength of character even when playing the helpless woman. The starlets of that era exuded beauty not seen in today's plastic dolls. Women such as Jean Harlow, Mae West, Marilyn Monroe, and Hedy Lamarr strode across the black and white scene with grace and sensuality without being lewd or crass. Their characters had depth while the actress themselves were vivacious and spoke their minds.
Every night she would curl up in her bed with a bowl of popcorn, push a tape into her beat up VCR player, and watch the women once thought to be the definition of refinement and beauty play their parts. They weren't stick figures trying to be the thinnest woman with the biggest breasts. These women loved the bodies nature gave them, beautiful curves with natural breasts. They wore the finest fashion and jewels, being voluptuous without showing the majority of their body. What made them truly beautiful was their attitudes. They could express their emotions with a glance, speak volumes with a motion of a hand, and break a man's heart with a blink of their eyes. Some actresses lead good lives, being faithful women with refined tastes and standards. Others had a wild streak, unafraid of their status as sex symbols. It was a beautiful mix in Sam's eyes.
Sometimes she looked in the mirror, imaging herself as one of those famous starlets. Her hair laying around her shoulders, carefully brushed to shine. On the screen she'd appear with lighter hair, red heads usually did like Lucille Ball and Rita Hayworth. She would be wearing a dark colored dress, barely on the shoulders revealing her neckline and just a hint of cleavage. Leaving nothing to the imagination was hardly classy during those times. Men liked to imagine what wasn't shown, what they had to work to receive. Dark eyeliner on her eyes made them more prominent, giving her a look of heavy emotion. Her hands sheathed in opera style gloves all the way to her elbows, only her upper arms bared with milk white skin. Men’s eyes follow her as she passed, smoking a cigarette as they spoke an inner monologue about her beauty. But they think she was dangerous, as all beautiful women seemed to come at a price. Shaking her head she would smirk at the reflection, the image disappearing leaving her face clear and in color once again. She may not be living during the times of Clark Gable and Humphrey Bogart but that didn't mean she couldn't keep the classy look of their leading ladies alive in her own way.
--------------------------------------------------------- GUARDIAN APPLICATION SECTION NAME : Samael McLauren GENDER : Female AGE : 25 OCCUPATION : Keeper at the Durem Zoo, in charge of the Reptile House RACE : Human, Irish decent LIKES : Any kind of reptile, old black and white films from the 30s/40s/50s, her mother’s homemade cooking (except haggis), her cowboy boots, a warm sunny day DISLIKES : animal abuse and neglect, haggis (don’t tell her mother), staff meetings at the zoo, having to “dress up” when her parents come into town.
LOOKS : Samael has lovely long red hair like any good Irish girl. She keeps the tips bleached just for a pretty gradient look. She has bright green eyes and a ruddy complexion from being out in the sun so much. She’s not a waif by any means, handling large snake will put some muscle on you. Normally she prefers to dress in her snake print mid-drift and jeans with her cowboy boots completing the look.
PERSONALITY : Warm and caring are the first two words her friends would use to describe the vivacious redhead, especially in regards to animals. She enjoys wandering all over the country, over different terrain and climates just to view animals in their natural habitat. Exploring is second nature to her, enjoying living in harmony with nature when camping. When not working at the zoo she is at the park or on the roof of her ranch style home sunbathing. Like her reptilian charges Sam loves a good sun bath. Her other interests include collecting new cowboy boots, trying new foods, and writing back home to Ireland. When at the zoo she is all about work, ensuring all the reptiles have everything their little cold blooded hearts’ desire. She loves working with children, showing them snakes and frogs are nothing to be scared of. Strongly independent she doesn’t like to ask for help and will accept it grudgingly when she knows there is no other option.
HISTORY : Samael is the first born child of Marcum and Shelia McLauren, oldest of three children. Her parents felt all things should be done naturally from food to birth, they were also very mystical in their mindset. Her mother felt her child would be a boy because of her dreams so they chose the name Samuel, but changed it to Samael when she was born a female. Instilling a love of nature in their daughter they actively encouraged her curiosity and love of exploration. It wasn’t uncommon for her to return to the house with a new pet or creature she found, usually injured or abandoned by their mother. Her favorite were snakes. With love and care she helped them heal and recuperate until they could be released back into their home. She didn’t believe in keeping pets cooped up, all her animal companions lived in the wild. They often took their children on excursions across the hills and mountains of Italy and deserts of western America. These experiences lead to her to studies in zoology and veterinary medicine once she entered collage. On her graduation she applied for an internship at the Durem Zoo, working with the keepers until earning her place as Head Keeper of the Reptile House.
Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 5:31 am
[.Gaia name] FallenSiren [.Raevan name Forte [.Fel essence] Healthy Asbestos [.Fel essence description] Asbestos was a mineral known for its sound absorption, tensile strength, and its resistance to fire, heat, electrical, and chemical damage. The mineral’s resistances had made it a good insulation material, but prolonged inhalation could cause lung diseases such as cancer, mesothelioma, and asbestosis. However, this specific piece of asbestos had lost its cancerous ability and, instead, was given healing properties. The longer one is exposed to the fel essence, the quicker their injuries heal. [.Soul choice] Fairy. [.Gender] Male. [.Alignment] Chaotic Neutral.
[.Powers]
(Active) Shapeshifting: Fairies are known to have the ability to shape shift in order to blend in with humans. This ability was passed onto Forte as well, and while he can shift, the raevan had only figured out how to change the shape of his wings at the moment.
(Active) Healing: The key signature of his fel essence, Forte possesses the ability to heal minor injuries such as cuts and scratches. Thankfully, others do not need to breathe him in to be physically healed (much like how Asbestos causes breathing problems). Instead, the raevan just has to focus and be in physical contact. The only issue with this is that Forte finds it daunting, and would prefer being out and about then focusing on healing.
(Passive) Enhanced Resistance: Asbestos is a very resistant material that can handle fire, chemical, electricity, and heat. And this trait is possessed by Forte. The raevan has a much higher tolerance to these things then any individual to the point where he can grab a heated pan from the oven without using oven mitts.
(Passive) Insulation: Another property of Asbestos is that they make really nice insulators thanks to their resistance. Thanks to this trait, Forte is pretty much oblivious to the temperature around him. During the colder days, he's a walking heater; and during the warmer days, he's not a walking ice cube but he's not feeling like he's being cooked alive like everyone else.
[.Personality]
Forte is a playful individual who has a thing for freedom and is a social creature by nature - to the point where he is given the title of loose cannon as he holds no restrictions for his own actions. He likes being free and all rules are but an obstacle in his way. He lives to fulfill his pleasures, and will do anything to get to it. The raevan creates mischief for the sake of it and likes to disrupt the boredom of order - the crazier the situation the better. The unpredictability of what he might do is only reinforced by his flexibility for any situation and, with his ability to work with what’s on hand, it only adds to the initial chaos. Like his fel essence, Forte is unresponsive to practically everything and even in the toughest situations comes out as cool as a cucumber. Some might wonder how but his secret is fairly ordinary at its core – he has a knack for bottling up his troubles and keeping them locked away. Trying to dig out his problem is pretty hard as the raevan has been known to deflect inquiries with sarcasm and jokes, and his resilience only makes it even harder. Forte is not the type to stay inside, and prefers being out. Letting him exercise seems to decrease his need for chaos, but it might be because there’s more room for shenanigans outside then in.
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Raz usually didn’t bother with dragging out the giant tree for Christmas. However, this year, there was a new addition to the family and it would be unfortunate to deny the baby of such an occasion. She had spent a good part of the morning digging the plastic, green monstrosity from the storage room and started decorating it with the golden ornaments she had collected over the years. The look on Forte’s face had been the best reward she could have asked for when the raevan stuck his head out to see the commotion. This was his first Christmas, and she had wanted it to be a good one.
However, it took barely a week before strange things started to happen to the tree. At first, Raz had thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but as time went by, the guardian was sure something was up. The ornaments on the Christmas tree was slowly depleting in number. That was not normal, and the culprit could only be Forte. The issue with the culprit being Forte was the raevan's inability to listen to authority - the boy was most likely going to deny all accusations unless he was caught red handed or proven guilty by evidence. Not to mention the struggle to convince him to put the ornaments back on the tree. The thought brought a sigh from the guardian as she thought about how she was going to catch her little thief in the act.
The boy was truly a handful, but she really couldn’t ask for anything more…okay, maybe a little obedience would be nice. But really, he was perfect even with the shenanigans that came with his existence.
She smiled ever so fondly as she looked back to when she first met the raevan, but it was quickly replaced with a look of surprise as the sound of someone crashing came from the living room. Raz had felt herself stare blankly at the room's door in shock, but recollected herself and hurried out of the room to check up on the situation. She could only pray that Forte didn't hurt himself.
When she arrived, the guardian wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Okay, maybe both, because the raevan had somehow tangled himself in the tree's lights. There was the hidden spark of distress in his eyes, but the boy was trying hard to act as normal as possible. She had wanted to avoid laughing at the poor baby, but as time went by, the sight before her just got funnier and she eventually started snickering.
Forte was not amused, not one bit and started to glare at his guardian before attempting to struggle some more with his chains. When it became obvious that he’s not going to get out without some help, the raevan huffed and returned to glaring daggers at Raz.
“So, if you’re done, how about getting me out of here.” He commented, tone flat as the humor he felt for his predicament. Raz had calmed down by then and responded by giving him a pat on the head.
“Yeah. Sure thing squirt.” A pause, “But you need to hand over the Christmas ornaments. I know you took them.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he answered quickly, eyes darting to the side. Raz made a humming acknowledgment of both his answer and his lying posture before continuing, “Oh, you know, the shiny things you’ve taken from the Christmas tree.”
A wounded gasp, “How could you accuse me, Raz! You know me better then that!”
“Oh I know you better then that alright. Forte, they’re ornaments made for the tree. There is no business for them to be anywhere else so put them back on the godforsaken tree.”
“I. Don’t. Know. What. You. Are. Talking. About!“
“Forte.”
“NOPE!” With that, Forte turned his head away. Okay, maybe he had taken the ornaments but they were just so very shiny, and he really, really liked sparkly things! So ha! They were now his, and he was not giving them up so easily. No one, not even Raz, can convince him otherwise.
The immaturity had Raz rolling her eyes at the whiny baby, “As I have mentioned before: they have no business anywhere else but on the tree. So let's make a deal - I get you out, you put the ornaments back. How's that?”
“No!”
“Forte, please.”
“You can’t make me.”
The pouty butt wasn’t giving and Raz could only glare at her charge as he continued to be difficult. How was she going to solve this? The guardian pondered as Forte started struggling with the wiring again. Well, she can do something more drastic later. For now, she’ll have to free him before he rips the lights apart and electrocutes himself.
Untangling the fairy from his prison, Raz made sure to keep an arm hooked around his neck in order to prevent the raevan from running as she toed the lights to the side. She knew the moment he was free of the lights, the boy would make a run for it. And she was right, Forte had attempted to make a getaway but the moment he realized he was trapped by Raz's arm, the raevan swore and struggled in an attempt to free himself. The guardian did not let go, and only snorted at the boy's desperation as she dragged the two of them to the couch and forced him to sit beside her.
“We’re going to have a talk.” Raz chimed, tilting her head ever so innocently to the side as she smiled at Forte.The raevan felt the danger lurking behind that smile and he attempted to break away once more, but in the end Forte never did get away.
NAME : Raspberry “Raz” Piper. GENDER : Female. AGE : 34. OCCUPATION : A clerk in a music store located in Barton Town, and is one of the guitar tutors at the establishment. RACE : Human - Chinese/European. LIKES :
Music, singing, dancing, eye candy (both genders), dark chocolate, heartbeats, being active, sunny weather, and hanging out with people in general.
DISLIKES :
Being looked down on, silverfish, rotten flowers, being nagged at, being immobile for long periods of time, seagulls (RATS WITH WINGS), fruit punch (DON’T DRINK THE KOOL-AID), rainy autumn days, and Jalapeno peppers.
LOOKS :
By the look of her hot pink hair, and the horribly sly grin on her face, you wouldn’t think Raz is anywhere near innocent. Standing at 5’9, Raz spots a muscular build from the regular routine of going boxing. Her skin isn’t fair, a little tanned and occasional scars from past conflicts run across her arms. Thankfully, those days have long past, and all the more recent injuries are kitchen related. Her usual outfits consist of a variety of form hugging clothes, and heels. There’s always a jacket on her be it thin or thick depending on the temperature.
PERSONALITY :
One look at Raz, and immediately you can see she’s a blaze. Confident, loud, and flirty, Raz stands tall and proud of what she is and isn’t afraid to shout it. The feeling of intimidation she radiates at first glance is only a reflexive posture from her past, and means no harm. She’s actually really relaxed and a lovely person to be around, charming in her rough around the edge ways, and a lover of good company. She’s a good and loyal friend to have, protective of those close to her. It’s rare for her to be hesitant but when uncertain, Raz has been known to be moody and turn tunnel vision. She is firm in her beliefs, but if the argument is sound she will change her opinion. She has learned to talk over arguments and issues, instead of resorting to aggressive behavior. Yet, there are still occasions where her fiery temper gets the best of her as she's not about to take any s**t from anyone, especially if they're being an a**. Raz might not seem it, but she does have patience – mainly with children and adolescents. She’s less explosive, and has a more playful demeanor. If they need her, she is there to help with emotional issues and always willing to listen. Most of her customers find her friendly, and barely a handful had complained of her rolling her eyes at their redundant questions, but her service record has been good.
HISTORY :
Born to Cyril and Aude Piper, Raz was given the name “Raspberry” because of Aude’s fondness of them during pregnancy. Sadly, Aude passed away when Raz was 3 in a traffic accident which forced Cyril to be a single parent. He tried his best, yet Cyril never saw the problems Raz had to face at school. She was being bullied for being a tomboy, called names and eventually forced into peer isolation. Raz concluded that she must fight back (literally), which became an issue as she had started getting suspended for fighting on multiple occasions. She was nearly kicked out of school when her father finally asked where he went wrong. Raz never realized she was putting stress on her father as the man had never broken down in front of her, and seeing him like this scared her. She never wanted to hurt him, so she stopped. The aggression didn’t leave, but the two found her a new method to release it – Music. Her first guitar was given to her by Cyril, and he taught her how to play. From there, her love of music grew. Now she's working in a music store, living comfortably on her own in a two-bedroom apartment, and her relationship with her father remains as close as ever. Recently, she has been a little irritated as her father been asking about her love life, and whether he'll have grandchildren in the near future.
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[.Gaia name] Lavender Hues [.Raevan name Seneca Kipling [.Fel essence] Razor Leaves, but I'm very open to picking an essence from the list you have, should I win. [.Fel essence description] These leaves were discovered when a construction crew chopped a tree down. They tried to gather the leaves manually, only to have their hands slashed through their gloves. Using shovels was better, but left their metal severely damaged. They can damage metal, but can't cut through it. They can cut through plastic and rubber like butter. Injuries can vary from cuts to gashes if handled carelessly, but if let loose into wind, they can be life threatening.
Sharp Wind: Seneca is able to summon a flurry of leaves from her wings which she can use to attack at her will. However, these leaves are not at her direct command and their direction and speed can be influenced by outside factors, such as wind or rain.
Hardy Defenses: Seneca's skin is slow to bruise, resistant to dryness, and difficult to cut. However, she isn't impenetrable, and takes just as long to heal.
[.Personality] Seneca is an independent Raevan who doesn't care for what others have to say about her. She's bitterly stubborn, blunt, and without regret for her actions. Seneca likes to think of herself as a flower that is always growing taller and even goes as far to say that she can outshine other flowers. However, she doesn't allow herself to float away with her vanity and keeps her roots firmly planted.
"Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise" is Seneca's favorite quote. She's at her best in the mornings, when the sun is out, and at her worst in the evenings, when the sun is down. Knowing this, she keeps herself to a routine that gets her up in the morning and back home before darkness sets in. Of course, it's not a tight locked schedule, but she will remind others about it if it should get too late for her liking.
Seneca is overprotective and will put herself in harm's way to save someone. Like a mother bird, she'll swoop in and whisk you away, even if the danger wasn't all that terrible. You could cough and she'd tug you to bed as if you had pneumonia. To her, you're in danger, to her, you're sick, and there isn't anything you can say that will make her think differently. However, if you're the sort who doesn't mind constant fuss and care, Seneca might be your kind of girl. Just don't call her your maid.
It was a brisk December morning in Barton town and Oliver had finally found the time between grading papers and decorating the house for some last minute holiday shopping. Suited up in his favorite sweater and woolen hat, the professor plodded his way along the snow dusted sidewalk, his checklist in hand, and entered the first of many stores he'd need to visit. Arthur's Fables, a quaint, rustic scented bookstore on the corner of Saffron and Mays had always been a favorite of his and many of his colleagues because of it's warm, cozy atmosphere and keen, comfortable staff who seemed to know just what you were looking for before you could open your mouth to ask. Even the jingling of the bell upon the hinge of the door gave you a sense of nostalgia, as if this store were an extension of your home instead of a place you needed to go. Oliver took a breath in as the door shut behind him and let it billow out. Earthy, wooden, just like a proper bookstore should be.
"Morning Arthur!" Oliver called, tipping his hat towards the elderly gentleman at the front desk. "I hope you're prepared for the list I've got this year, you might need to sit down."
The gentleman's posture straightened at the sound of Oliver's voice and he echoed his smile, before letting out a laugh.
"Ahh, if it's isn't Mr. Kipling, back for his annual holiday visit!" He said, hobbling out from the side of the desk. "I'm as prepared as any other year you've come, boy, it's practically routine! Come, come, let's see this list of yours! I'll bet it's nothing I can't handle on my own."
Oliver met Arthur half way across the floor and allowed the other man to study his carefully made list from behind the desk. It wasn't all that different in length from the previous years, but as the older man went along one of his eyebrows twisted upwards and a gentle twinkle settled into his eyes. Moments of silence passed between them until Arthur set the list down and rose to give Oliver a pat on the shoulder.
"Quite a change from the usual, but it isn't all that surprising, Oliver." Arthur chuckled, giving his head a shake. "Adoption is a very wise thing to read up about and I've got a plethora of material you may find useful aside from what you've written down here. But, I am interested in why you've come here instead of the library for such information, what is it about my little store? Convenience?"
"It's the feeling of home, Arthur." Oliver replied, shrugging his shoulders. "You and your store have always made me feel at home and at peace whenever I've visited. It never fails. The books I purchase here are like pieces of this feeling, and I'd much rather have that for keeps than have something borrowed. I want something I can cherish for the rest of my life."
The delight on Arthur's face was contagious and resonated all through the room as the pair set to filling out Oliver's list. Words could do so much to brighten someone else's life, which was part of the reason why Oliver loved being an English Professor. You could use words to cut like a knife and shred the very sanity from someone's grasp. You could use them to describe the snow or the rain rapping against a rusted rooftop drain. But, with these same words, you could make the world as bright as the sun and as gentle as the breeze guiding a sailboat through the sea. To Oliver, words were a tool beyond any fathom of use that, whether written on a list or spoken on a stage, needed to be respected and used wisely. Words were things capable of moving groups of people towards victory and to their deaths, and shouldn't be used without proper thought, which he knew was easier said than done.
It took them no less than an hour to get every item that Oliver had requested and the resulting box that held them all weighed a cumbersome amount, but the experience of being with Arthur and in the comfort of the store made the act of carrying it back to the car worth the strain. Once the box had been securely placed in the car, Oliver turned towards Arthur's shop again and sighed. Arthur was such a genuine person, one that you could always depend on for a laugh or a good story. He found himself stilled against the side of his car, his thoughts remaining upon Arthur's smiling face, and quickly turned back to the shop again.
"Arthur?" He called, his face red from the chill. "I've been meaning to ask you something..."
Arthur, who'd returned to his post at the front desk, straightened himself out once more and tilted his gaze at Oliver. "Oh, really?" He said, adjusting his glasses. "What is it? Is it about the shop? I can tell you that I keep some potpourri near the shelves if it's about that."
"No, no." Oliver said, laughing. "I've been meaning to ask if you'd like to come and join me for the holidays. My family and I gather at my home for a feast on Christmas Day and... I would like you to join us." He turned his gaze to the side and smiled, sheepishly, before continuing. "I mean, of course, if you're busy, it's no matter, but I would love to have you if you aren't. You're like family to me after all these years, Arthur, honestly."
Oliver paused and watched Arthur's face as the last of his sentence moved through his lips. He could tell that the other man was smiling through his hands while they lay upon his face, and even when they moved to reveal tear-stained cheeks, he couldn't help but smile himself.
"No one, in all of my years working in this shop, has ever offered me as much as you have, Oliver." Arthur replied, wiping his eyes. "I'd be delighted to join you and your family for Christmas dinner. Thank you, thank you very much."
"I'll save you a seat, then, Arthur." Oliver said, nodding. "Have a good week and I'll see you then!"
NAME : Oliver Kipling GENDER : Male AGE : 39 OCCUPATION : College Professor RACE : Human; White LIKES :
- Nature - Coffee, tea - Breakfast foods - Photography - Keeping himself well groomed - Reading the latest mystery novel or memoir - Going for long, aimless walks - Seeing his students succeed and honestly try their best
DISLIKES :
- Cities, pollution, traffic - His smoking addiction - Champagne - Pop culture - Hot, humid days - Students who constantly make excuses - Running out of coffee - Spilling something on his clothes
LOOKS :
Oliver has cream blonde hair which is curly and reaches his upper neck with fringe over his eyes. His eyes are teal and his skin is pale. He stands about 5'10" and weighs 150lbs. He is lean and healthy despite his smoking addiction, and even has some muscle due to his love of hiking.
PERSONALITY :
Oliver has always been the calm, peaceful individual with a warm, friendly smile. He'll greet you like a friend and treat you like brother. A genuine soul occupies his body and a humble mind controls his movements. He'll help you off your feet and give you time to heal. You can almost always expect a cup of tea and cookies served with a good dose of TLC with Oliver around.
Although he is peaceful and warm most of the time, you'd best not push his buttons. If he feels he is being used, he'll confront you about it. If you have to break a promise, you'd better be prepared with a clear, honest reason why. Also, he's very stubborn about how he handles his smoking addiction. While the idea of using nicotine patches is growing on him, he'd sooner deal with withdrawal and cravings alone than wear a patch out in public. He finds patches embarrassing and awkward to look at, even if he knows they would help him kick his addiction faster.
Oliver is quiet and reserved without company. His home is filled with art and warm colors, but being alone takes the cheer out of him. He'll read a book, write a poem, or even watch the rain fall from outside his window if he's bored enough. He admits to being lonely, but denies any need for a romantic partner. All he needs, he says, is cup of tea and good friend to spend the day with.
HISTORY :
Oliver was born in Barton in a house close to a dense forest. His mother and father both worked as teachers in the local school system and instilled a love of learning in their children early on in their lives. He was the third born of four children and had an uneventful childhood. The usual arguments and sibling rivalries happened, but for the most part, Oliver's early life was a smooth ride.
Once Oliver had moved out of the house to pursue his dream of becoming an English professor, his life started to take a different turn. He was accepted to an expensive college where his roommates began to pressure him into smoking and drinking. Within a year, Oliver was addicted to cigarettes, constantly hung over, and was booted out of the college for his failing grades.
After failing university, Oliver went to community college and cleaned up his act. His love of teaching was rekindled and his motivations set back to full gear. He graduated with a stellar GPA and went on to teach at the very community college he graduated from. Since then, Oliver became all that he could ever want. He's a well liked and respected college professor, he lives close to nature trails, and most importantly, he feels that he has that sense of accomplishment he had worked so hard for.
Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2014 10:12 pm
[.Gaia name] Mushbee [.Raevan name] Shoshana [.Fel essence] Perpetual Sandstorm [.Fel essence description] In the beautiful country of Israel, a sandstorm blew over the Dead Sea. But this storm never stopped churning. Though there is no wind, the sand continues to blow within its bottle, forming shapes with its grains only to destroy them again. A constant cycle of creation and destruction. Once it created much more than simple dust and dunes. It mimiced nature, creating splendid trees and towering structures, or figures that appeared to move on their own before crashing back into the earth. Now it seems to favor making small flowers or pleasant designs against the glass of its enclosure. [.Soul choice] Praying Mantis [.Gender] Female [.Alignment] Neutral Good [.Powers] Note: Water is a hindrance to her powers. While not completely prohibiting her from manipulating the sand, water can destroy what she creates, and molding it takes much more time and effort. Only "Perpetual Material" and "Sand Manipulation" would exist while she is a Frei.
Perpetual Material: While unable to create sand out of nothing, Shoshana is capable of generating more where there is something to start with. With even a single grain, she can create an unlimited supply of sand to do with as she pleases. The less sand she has to work with, the slower production will be at first; the rate grows exponentially dependent upon availability.
Sand Manipulation: Much like the storm she originates from, Shoshana can create shapes in the sand big and small. These shapes are limited only to her imagination. Giant sand castles, sandmen and trees, you name it! With enough focus and energy, she is even capable of granting them movement, though they have no intelligence and only act on her command. These moving sand golems are short-lived and require more energy than she cares to expend regularly.
Sand Shield: Where sand is available, Shoshana can create a tornado-like shield around a target of her choosing (including herself). The strength of the shield and what it can protect against depends on the amount of sand available and how much energy she focuses. Weaker shields may only keep out smaller objects, but a more violent tornado could throw off larger objects -- like a cow.
Twister: The same as she is able to create a tornado for defense, Shoshana can use them offensively. They range from tiny dust devils rapidly thrown out to much bigger, dangerous twisters with enough force to rip up small trees if she uses enough power. This can be incredibly draining, and she may be out of commission for up to a week after a large twister. [.Personality] Shoshana's the very definition of peace and tranquility. She's a tender individual, soft-spoken and a very relaxing young miss to be around. However, to say she's without a sense of fun would be dishonest. While in most situations she's hard to excite, when she is truly passionate about something she'll surely express it. She'll often devote more time than she has to studying her interests and talk endlessly to others about them.
Similarly, when her long fuse burns out she's as dangerous as the sandstorm of her essence. She'll lash out quickly and violently, although her tirades are directed towards inanimate objects over animate ones. When all's said and done, she'll return to her previous state of calm. She rarely feels regret for her heated reactions, as they are well deserved in her eyes. There are few things that can get her heated enough to react like this; most notable is her extreme stance on prejudice, especially cultural and religious.
As far as her true passions go, different cultures, religions, and histories all over the globe are exceptionally dear to her. Shoshana has a discerning eye for beauty, and sees both physical and non-physical beauty in many things. She may be deeply moved by something seemingly trivial, but can also see the utter lack of beauty in particularly ugly-hearted individuals. She loves to create, and takes advantage of her sand manipulation as her own personal art form. Her love of meditation aids her in focusing her energy needed for this. [.Writing sample]Mind Over Matter Journal
It was to the sound of Joe Esposito that Zoe awoke, face first in the pillow and comforter over her head as if she had tried to block out the sound in her sleep. This wasn't entirely uncommon. Phoenix had the habit of binging on 80's music at least once a week after Zoe went to bed. Some nights she slept through it, but once in a while her dad's atrocious singing woke her, and this was one of those nights.
Rubbing her droopy honey eyes, the six-year-old climbed out of bed and trudged across the room to her partially open door. She could see Phoenix lounging on the sofa, bathed in light from the Christmas tree. The door creaked open slightly at her touch, but Phoenix was so lost in the chorus of "You're the Best" that he didn't budge. His eyes were closed. He was at peace with the world.
"Daddy?" Zoe tip-toed out of the room, and Phoenix's eyes opened slightly. The song came to an end, and there was a brief moment of silence before "The Final Countdown" began playing. As the song started, Phoenix's lips curled into a ridiculous smile, and he opened his arms wide. Zoe scurried across the cold wooden floor to jump into her dad's arms.
"Your music stinks." Her expression was one of utmost seriousness, and Phoenix couldn't help but let out a barking laugh.
"Whaaat?" He smooshed her head into his chest, giving her the noogiest of all noogies and causing her curly white hair to become a fluffy mess. "You're crazy, honey bear."
"Nice names won't get you nowhere," Zoe responded dryly, forcing her head away from her dad. Phoenix responded by grabbing her again, this time holding her tighter while she flailed around and whined. But her whines turned to laughter, and soon the both of them were giggling incessantly over the music.
They sat in silence for the rest of the song, Zoe laying flat on her dad's chest with her head by his neck, and Phoenix stroking her hair calmly. The child could have easily fallen asleep that way. When the song ended it was clear the mix tape had reached it's end. Complete quiet fell over the Durem apartment, broken only by the occasional snore from the pitbull who was currently passed out under the tree, guarding the Christmas presents.
It was at these presents that Zoe was staring, but it was with an odd sort of look. "Daddy?"
"Hm?"
"Can we trade in my presents for something else?" Zoe had already counted how many presents under the tree had her name on them -- all of them, with the exception of a couple for the dog (yeah, even Dio got his presents wrapped).
Phoenix knew immediately what she meant. Zoe had been nothing short of a broken record about her desire for a little brother or sister. He wanted to be able to make that wish come true, but he didn't know how soon it would actually happen. His heart felt sore at the knowledge that his daughter got so little joy out of playing with kids at school. He knew she was lonely, and he knew he had to do something to change it.
"I don't think you'll have to trade them in at all, baby," he said softly, resting his hand on the back of her head. He felt her breath come out as a sigh of relief against his arm. This seemed to satisfy her. The little girl was smiling, though Phoenix couldn't see it.
They fell asleep together on the couch, dreaming of Christmas.
NAME : Alexis “Phoenix” Argyris GENDER : Male AGE : Thirty-two OCCUPATION : Owner of 'Ambrosia', family restaurant in Durem. RACE : Human; Greek LIKES : Phsyical and emotional contact with others, hair product, playing games with his daughter, leafy greens, and small animals. DISLIKES : When Zoe gets a booboo, horror movies, fast food, flaky employees, and being unable to satisfy customers. LOOKS : Standing just shy of six feet and weighing 160lbs, Phoenix takes pride in his appearance. He boasts his minimal body fat to his friends, and always dresses sharp – usually slacks and dress shoes with a button-up shirt. Even when he's being “lazy” he only downgrades the top to a muscle shirt. He keeps his natural, almost silvery white hair neatly combed back into a low ponytail that hangs just past his shoulder blades, and he has joyful golden eyes set into dark tan toned skin. His black facial hair he keeps neatly trimmed to keep up his respectable appearance.
PERSONALITY : Phoenix is happy all the time; he's social and charismatic. If it weren't for his bad pickup lines and going completely over the top with sweetness, he'd have no problem finding a girl. He thinks he's smooth, but it's as if he learned all of his moves from a bad 80's film. Alas, his daughter and his restaurant are his life. Not to say he doesn't try anymore, but he puts considerably less effort into developing a romantic life. He's driven, always improving on his restaurant, and busting butt to make sure everything is always done right and fast. The sooner he gets home to see Zoe the better, but he's not the type to leave early just because he's the boss. And if he is late, the babysitter lives conveniently on their floor. He's very family oriented. Every Sunday night he and Zoe visit his parents and brother for a home cooked meal. On work days he still cooks most nights and watches movies with his daughter, and on days off they often go to the park or zoo. Alone time doesn't appeal to Phoenix at all. He's a bleeding heart when it comes to his daughter. When she's hurt or sick, no matter how tough she is about it, he'll cry and worry incessantly. He dislikes anything gruesome or gorey, hence his aversion to horror movies. He'd rather something funny or theatrical...
HISTORY : Shortly after his family immigrated to Gaia, Phoenix was born to the Argyris family. They used their life savings to renovate a vacant building into a traditional Greek restaurant, 'Ambrosia'. Their life was comfortable, but always busy, and both sons learned to help at Ambrosia from a young age. The obvious choice for who to take over the restaurant when their parents got too old was Katsaros, the eldest. However Kat pursued a career in architecture, leaving Ambrosia to Phoenix. He was grateful.
He met Adriana, a hostess at Ambrosia, when she was hired shortly after his promotion to manager. His full ownership of the restaurant came after the birth of their daughter, Zoe, but Adriana had as much intent to stay with the family as she did the restaurant. She was too young to devote herself to that lifestyle, and left before Zoe turned two.
Zoe was five, and smarter, than she should have been, when she started asking for a sibling. Phoenix was nearing thirty-two. Originally he bought Zoe a pitbull puppy, Dionysus (Dio for short -- he will only be ), hoping that would satisfy her request. It didn't. Fortunately they live comfortably in an upscale apartment in Durem, close to the restaurant. He had an excellent source of income, business was booming, and he seemed to have a fair chance with adoption. It was Zoe who first heard of the Lab from a classmate. She made up her mind on the spot, and Phoenix wants to oblige.
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[.Gaia name] Syusaki [.Raevan name Kasen (meaning ‘pure’ in Scandinavian) [.Fel essence] Aggressive Lavender [.Fel essence description]Aggressive Lavender Lavender can be used to sooth wounds, aid sleep, and overall provides a calming and relaxing effect on people. However, this specimen does the exact opposite. Using this flower in teas or other remedies only results in increased stress, aggression, and other similar symptoms. Even a simple whiff can throw people into a foul mood. [.Soul choice]Peacock Mantis Shrimp [.Gender] Agender, leans toward masculine [.Alignment] Chaotic Neutral [.Powers]Mantis Punch Mantis shrimp possess the world’s fastest punch (~50 mph underwater), and Kasen has similar strength. Their punch is not as fast as their soul-sake, but arguably is probably one of if not the fastest punch one will see on land (and it packs quite a wallop too!) Shrimp Vision Mantis shrimp also possess an elaborate vision system, allowing them (and Kasen) to have incredibly precise sight. Kasen has high depth-perception and if they strain hard enough, can see other types of light such as UV light or polarized light. Angry Pheromones Kasen can release pheromones that cause people to become more aggressive, moody, and animal-like. [.Personality] Despite looking like a young adult, Kasen can be very childish. They have a strong sense of curiosity and learns quickly, but also hasn’t learned what the world considers to be moral and immoral. Combined with their developing emotional intelligence, it can be difficult to pull Kasen in when they’ve done something wrong—especially with their straightforward personality. Rather than rely on cunning, they prefer to keep things simple and honest, perhaps brutally honest. More often than not, they’ll also prefer to settle issues through physical means, and loves aggression over passivity and compromise.
Just like a rambunctious child, Kasen craves adventure, mischief, and pranks. They will do almost anything to get their rush of fun and adrenaline, especially if it involves physical force and fighting. Kasen thrives on chaos and has no shame in admitting their faults. With such a puerile mind, it’s not surprising they also tend to be easily distracted, moving from one shiny thing to the next, which can be useful when Kasen is angry or stirring up problems for amusement’s sake. Additionally,, they love to hoard tangible objects, and their hoard in turn fuels their growing disorganization. For what it’s worth, at least Kasen repeatedly voices their dislike for lies and always tells the straight truth. Although they love to stir trouble, Kasen still means well and cherishes their close friends and family. [.Writing sample]journal, more recent solo from that journal
NAME : Aspen GENDER : Male AGE : 32 OCCUPATION : Florist RACE : Dryad-Human LIKES : nature, animals, astronomy, aesthetics, apple pie, cooking DISLIKES : smoke, machinery/technology, loud noises, crowds LOOKS : Often outside, tall and lean Aspen has kept his skin tanned, though his blond hair remains pale as ever. His hair doesn’t quite brush his shoulders and is slicked back, but over the day strands often slip out. He has a rather youthful face and deep green eyes. He tries to stay clean with his dress shirts and coats, but they’re often untucked or slightly crinkled.
PERSONALITY : Despite living as an independent adult, Aspen often causes people to worry. Having lived in the woods most of his life, he has a very my-pace work ethic and can be spacey, his thoughts drifting from one place to another while completely ignoring the task at hand. His earnest and hardworking personality helps him to finish whatever business he has, so he manages to properly care for himself.
Aspen is noticeably more shy and clumsy when in a large group, but when he’s with a select few his true personality shines through. He speaks somewhat timidly and quietly, but always sincerely. He is a naïve optimist who believes in the best in everyone, and doles out forgiveness like it costs nothing at all. Aspen’s unending pacifism and kindness makes it easy to pull him into ridiculous chores or infinite tasks, but he never appears to mind.
HISTORY : He was born and raised in a small cottage that was well-secluded from Barton Town. His parents preferred to live a simple, solitary life. As such, Aspen rarely met other people. Instead, he learned much about nature and whatever else lay in his family’s modest collection of books. Possessing the same pacifist, content nature as his parents, he didn’t mind being isolated from the world, though he often wondered what it would be like to travel. Even traveling to Barton Town would have sufficed.
It turns out he didn’t have to leave. One day, a girl named Annabelle stumbled upon their cottage while their parents were out, and she continued to visit Aspen every day. They grew closer; Annabelle convincing Aspen to temporarily follow her to Barton Town. It took a week before his parents found and dragged the young Aspen back to their cottage.
But after Annabelle, he was determined to travel. Once he was old enough he decided to leave, visiting the other towns and broadening his horizons while Annabelle had opted to stay home a little longer. At 26, a devastated Aspen returned to Barton Town and found Annabelle had passed away, leaving behind a daughter named Lily with her elder sister. Aspen and Lily remain separated, but they interact frequently. Lily remains hesitant about moving in with Aspen, especially when he can’t resist taking in stray animals, anything that looks like it needs caring, really.
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[.Gaia name] Fweedle [.Raevan name Shin [.Fel essence] Lasting Bubbles [.Fel essence description] Bubbles are one of the most fragile object in the world, often a short term source of entertainment for the young. However, the clump of bubbles in this vial does not pop no matter how much you push, prod and squeeze the bubbles; it doesn't seem to have any effect. Even piercing a needle through it does nothing. [.Soul choice] Immortal Jellyfish (Turritopsis dohrnii) [.Gender] Male [.Alignment] True Neutral [.Powers] Bubble Generation – Shin is able to generate bubbles from his skin, being able to freely control the size, toughness and the buoyancy.
Invulnerability – Shin is invulnerable to physical damage. He won’t bleed or bruise from any blunt damage and attacks from sharp objects go right through him. However, Shin can still feel the pain though at a reduced amount and it does drain his energy. A few well placed kicks and punches would probably have him resting for a day or two. Magical attacks still hurt him as usual.
[.Personality] Laughter can always be heard when Shin is near. A carefree, jolly young man, Shin doesn’t like to be weighed down by negativity. Even when he is by himself, a smile or a laugh would often escape him. Do not think him crazy, it is just that he often drifts off into his own world, daydreaming about what could’ve been and what could be.
Shin is also an affectionate person, unafraid to show how much he loves his friends and family though he might still need some work on learning about personal space, sometimes he might get too clingy.
Whatever the case, it would be unwise to think that Shin is naïve and a pushover; under the happy go lucky outer appearance is someone who is shrewd and intelligent. When it comes to things that he wants, he can get quite greedy. Shin will not resort to violence but he would often read the situation and the people involved to think of ways to manipulate them to achieve his goals. Still, friends and family are important to him and he will try to show some level of restraint when around them.
[.Writing sample]Floating down the streets of Durem, it was the first time Shin was celebrating this “Christmas”, something he had only learned when he began noticing that Louis and his mother had a lot more work to do, making wreaths for people. He tried to ask what the fuss was all about but all he managed to catch was that people would gather and have dinner together and there was supposedly a fat man named Santa Claus who would go down buildings to deliver gifts for people. The mere thought of that was enough to get a chuckle out of Shin.
Continuing down the road, Shin would peer into the houses he pass. Everyone he saw was really having a great time, drinking and eating. Laughter would often echo all around him and the whole atmosphere with the lights and snow falling really put Shin into a jolly good mood. As he floated on, off in the distance he noticed that there were a group of kids throwing snow at each other.
Was it usual practice for Christmas?
Shin went closer to the group, wide-eyed with amazement, his smile getting wider. The kids were making snow balls, running up and down the road chucking it at each other. Even when they got hit, they didn’t seem bothered. Being his first time seeing this, it seemed really interesting and fun to Shin and he wanted to join in. He began to make his own snowballs, the kids still unaware of his presence.
When he felt he had stockpiled a fair amount, Shin began to strike. He chucked one of the snowballs at the kid who had his back facing him. All of the kids involved stopped, stunned at the sudden attack from the intruder. Their faces scrunched up, puzzled as to whether the new guy was a friend or a foe.
Shin felt like a deer in the headlights as all eyes were on him, he was unsure whether he had broken the rule or something. Slowly, Shin began to lower the snowballs cradled in his arm onto the floor and that was when he realised he had make a mistake. At that moment, all the kids began throwing their snowballs at him and laughing their heads off. Breaking out in laughter himself, Shin gathered his ammunition and began a counter attack.
The snowball fight went on for quite a while before the parents came out and called their kids home. Shin noticed that not all of them went home. There was still a little girl standing at the front of a toy shop just a few feet away, peering into the window of the toy shop, frowning.
“That won’t do!” Shin whispered as he got closer.
“Hi there little one, you like that doll by the window?” he asked and the little girl nodded.
Shin knew what he had to do, he had just received a mission to bring joy to someone and he had to get it done. Changing his posture, he floated closer to the ground and made himself look smaller, frail. His arms tucked underneath his pits and a smile never left his face. He entered the shop. “Good evening sir, Merry Christmas.” Shin greeted the shop keeper with a smile and began to look around the shop.
“My little sister is hoping to get that doll on the shelf up there, I don’t think I could reach it. Would you mind getting it for me please?” Shin pleaded and the shopkeeper came over to help him.
When the doll was in his hands, Shin pretended to inspect the item. While he was doing that, he was slowly floating backwards to the card rack.
“I think I will get this, can you ring it up for me?” he said.
“Sure.” The shopkeeper nodded and went towards the counter.
With the shopkeeper’s back turned, Shin quickly knocked the card rack over. A gasp escaped his mouth and he quickly bend over to pick the cards that was all over the floor.
“I am so, so very sorry!” Shin apologized over and over. As the cards were all over, whenever he was down trying to pick the item, he would always bump something else over. It didn’t take long before the shopkeeper decided that Shin was more trouble than help and shooed him out the shop.
Unbeknown to him, Shin had already slipped the doll under his coat amidst the chaos.
Quickly leaving the shop, he ripped the packaging off the doll and handed it to the little girl. She was already smiling when he came out, having watched what had happened in the shop.
“Thank you….” The little girl said meekly
“Merry Christmas” replied Shin, “Now go before he realises.”
Off the two of them went, the girl going back to her home and Shin, to his. Shin could not stop smiling; he had so much fun today and he wondered, was that how Santa felt and would he get fat like him? Well, that was a problem or another day.
NAME :Louis Lee GENDER :Male AGE :24 OCCUPATION : Florist RACE : Human LIKES : Tending his plants; the sun on his skin and the wind in his hair, chocolate. DISLIKES :Sitting still, weeds in his garden, sprouts. LOOKS : Staying on the Isle of Gambino almost all his life and being out in the sun so often has given Louis a nice dark tan. Standing at 5’11”, it’s rather easy to spot him in a crowd. Though he may look skinny, Louis has a lean muscular build thanks to the manual labour he has to do.
Louis’s dark brown hair, shaved at the sides and left long at the top is always pulled up into a messy bun to keep it out of his face while he work and his hazel eyes are often thinned into a line, ever smiling. While he may often get his hands dirty, Louis like to keep himself looking presentable. He can often be seen dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of jeans with some sandals. Comfort is the most important thing for him.
PERSONALITY : Louis is a sensitive person that tends to wear his heart on his sleeves. Whatever he is feeling, he is unafraid to show it but that doesn’t mean he is a grumpy person. Whenever he is in the company of others, he will try to wear a smile on his face. Perhaps due to his nature, Louis is fairly easy to read and made use of even though he might not be aware of it.
Having to be the breadwinner form a rather young age has made him a hardworking and determined person. A perfectionist at heart, he would often try to do things by himself (He feels that is the best way to get things done) and only if he is at his wit’s end would he bow down and ask for help. Fiercely loyal, Louis would always make sure to repay his debt and help out people he treats as his friend and whoever helps him. Nevertheless, if he does catches on that someone is making use of him, it would be hard-pressed to get his trust and loyalty back.
HISTORY :Born and raised on the Isle of Gambino, Louis has always been surrounded by the sun, sand and sea. He grew up and is currently staying in a two story cottage, the ground floor is a florist shop managed by him and his mother and the second floor, the living quarters of his family.
Even though he loves the sea, Louis does have a fear of water. This stemmed from hearing news of his father, a fisherman who was swept away in a terrible storm out in the middle of the ocean when he was just graduating from middle school and since then, he never went beyond his knee into the waters.
Since that incident, Louis made it his responsibility to take care of his mother. Mrs Lee made sure her son graduated from college before allowing him to help her out in the shop. As his mother got older and her body getting frail, Louis decided to take over the shop officially as he could not bear to see his mother suffer and the shop was something that his father left behind.
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[.Gaia name] Cynnybun [.Raevan name Eden [.Fel essence] Shifting Bismuth [.Fel essence description] Known as a particularly stable poor metal, bismuth is relatively common. This particular piece of bismuth is crystalline and exhibits the characteristic rainbow sheen when light reflects off its surface, but is also very different from the many others in existence. Its shape is constantly changing, shifting, like a restless child who cannot sit still. It is constantly reabsorbing and growing new crystals, and never ceases in its almost obsessive movement. Due to its unusually high diamagnetism, it floats in its glass jar and seems to repel small objects that are placed near it. [.Soul choice]Nymph (specifically Anthoussa/Leimonid/Leimakid – flowery meadows) [.Gender] Female [.Alignment] Neutral Good [.Powers] NOTE: Eden would not start with all these powers unless she has a very high Magic stat. She would start with Fairy Ring (no transport) and a weak form of Force Fields, and then develop them and discover the others as she ages. Shape Shifting (Active): Eden is able to shift her shape and appearance. Larger changes take a lot of energy and she may need a significant meal afterward, so she favors maintaining smaller changes for longer periods of time. She is only able to change existing matter at any stage, which means she cannot make legs but can alter the appearance of her ribbon. However, a “tell” of some sort is always present. The most common are differences in eye color and a mismatch in movement patterns. After all, her own personality and habits cannot be perfectly disguised.
Force Fields (Active): As a result of the bismuth’s high diamagnetism, Eden is able to create small force fields. These are not so much defensive as offensive, used to push things and people away. As a Frei the force is small, coming across more like a nudge and its strength is relative to the weight of an object. As she grows, her power would increase and she may be able to throw extremely heavy objects long distances or manipulate the magnetic fields around objects other than herself.
Fairy Ring (Active): Eden can create small patches of flora by touching her hand or ribbon to soil or grass. She can create fairy rings by moving in a circle, or simply leave trails or patches otherwise. When she leaves a patch or ring, any surrounding plant life will be rejuvenated and brightened considerably. As such, she will often resort to using this power to this end, simply to brighten things up a bit. These flowers will eventually fade and disappear if not formed as a ring, and the effect on the environment will last a bit longer.
Fairy Transport (Active): By using previously-created fairy rings of her own design, Eden can teleport between them, with a small range at first. She cannot use naturally occurring rings or those created by fae, and these rings pose no danger to humans or others that may come across them. Without her aid, an explorer would be unaffected when touching or stepping into one of Eden’s rings. If she were to do so with them, paired transport might be possible with considerable focus. This takes quite a bit of energy, however, and she tries to avoid it as much as possible.
[.Personality] Eden is warm, friendly, and charismatic. She loves to socialize, and possesses a steady air of energy and life. In a gentle flow of constant motion, she habitually shifts her “weight” or moves her wings. She changes her mind often and has a constant need for novelty. If she deems anything boring, Eden will simply abandon it. She stops listening if she’s not concerned, and stubbornly resists any instruction that doesn’t interest her. Despite intimacy with friends, Eden inadvertently maintains some distance with others. She doesn’t grasp the “give-and-take” of relationships and is often chastised for being nosy or asking too many questions.
The nymph enjoys toying with others whether it’s flirting or harmless pranks. She’ll play coy and deny anything, but it’s all in good fun and she does know when to stop. Unfortunately, she often uses these methods to manipulate others and get her way. Eden is hedonistic; she’s out for herself and will do whatever she wants whenever she wants.
Eden favors those she considers beautiful and adores luxury. She is vain, taking great care in her appearance despite feeling confident. She is extremely critical of others’ appearances, and often invites herself to fix them. She knows, however, not to be rude if it’s undeserved, and will only vocalize her criticisms if asked or provoked. She’s always honest, but tries to be gentle. Unfortunately, being judgmental leads to lots of gossip and secretive chatter. It’s rarely mean-spirited but still a nasty habit that Eden needs to break.
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“Ian, you look like you’re due for a root canal or something.”
Caroline’s voice snapped Ian out of his fog; he’d been watching TV for a while now with his sister on the couch beside him, but hadn’t really absorbed anything. In fact, Caroline had apparently switched the channel to some wedding dress-themed reality show without him noticing. He blinked a few times and rubbed at his eyes, sighing. He’d been in a funk lately, but didn’t exactly know why. Perhaps it was the holidays; they were always vaguely lonely despite living with his sister and quite close to their parents. Though he’d been living on his own for a while now, Ian was starting to notice a distinct lack of completeness. Something was missing. Though he always made sure to decorate for the holidays, even with some extra poinsettias and sprigs of holly from the shop, it still didn’t feel whole. Of course Caroline was still there, but she was always away at school or with friends; he spent an awful lot of time alone, now that he thought about it. He always missed his family even more than usual around larger holidays.
“Sorry, was I frowning? I should be careful about that, huh? I don’t need any wrinkles when I’m only in my thirties.” He laughed softly, adjusting his weight on the couch and leaning against the arm. Caroline’s fiery brows were still creased slightly, and Ian could feel her gaze practically burning a hole in his face. He sighed, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to just brush this off. Caroline was a nurturer, and rarely backed off if she thought something was wrong. After running a hand through his notoriously unkempt hair, Ian looked at her again with a raised brow.
“Ian, you have to tell me if something’s wrong. Otherwise it’ll just keep eating at you.” She crossed her arms and turned slightly to face him more directly. Though she was almost twenty-five, all Ian saw when he looked at Caroline was a pouty, persistent little girl. Perhaps it was how youthful and naïve she still seemed. “Please, I want to help. You’ve been even quieter than usual lately.” The frown on her heart-shaped face morphed into a look of genuine concern, brows lifting up and pulling together.
Licking his lips and looking back at the television, Ian tried to figure it out internally. Why was he in such a slump? He had everything going for him: a successful small business that he owned himself, a nice apartment, friends and family close by, he wasn’t really struggling financially, and he was one of the lucky few to be able to do what he loved for a living. So what reason did he have to be unhappy? “I guess… I guess I just feel…useless, like I don’t really have a purpose.” He shrugged, knowing that it probably didn’t make sense.
His suspicions were confirmed when Caroline’s frown returned. “What? What do you mean? You have the shop, that’s a purpose…” Ian sighed heavily, shifting again and sort of pulling one leg up to his chest and staring down at his holiday-themed sock. He plucked at an ornament on the toe, screwing up his mouth a little. “Do you need a hobby or something?” Caroline visibly winced, reaching out to touch her brother’s shoulder. “Ugh, sorry, that sounded insensitive.”
“No, it’s okay. I don’t…really know.” He avoided looking at Caroline’s face, shrugging again. “I just feel like something’s missing. I know I have you and Mom and Dad, but…” He trailed off helplessly, making vague gestures before letting his arm drop uselessly to the cushion beside him. Caroline sat up a little taller, taking a breath.
“Well, have you maybe…tried dating? I don’t know; maybe you just need someone who’s not genetically obligated to hang out with you?” Her attempt at humor wasn’t entirely lost on Ian, but his laugh was only half-hearted. “I mean, I know you have friends from that Lab place, and you meet lots of people every day, but… A romantic relationship is different, you know?” She smiled, curling her toes as she pulled his knees up to her chest. “I could get you set up on a website or something?”
Ian wrinkled his nose and laughed a little at that option, shaking his head. “No way, online dating seems…weird.” But he’d keep that idea stashed away for later, maybe. “But seriously, you know how terrible I am with dating. I screw everything up and I’m really awkward.” He sighed. “I don’t know, I guess I like the idea of a relationship, but…actually being in one…? I’m not sure.” He looked up at Caroline and then to the television again, making a little bit of a face. “And all this is just…overwhelming,” he mumbled, gesturing to the frantic wedding planning happening on the show. “I mean I know we’re not talking about a wedding, but… I don’t know.” He felt like he was saying that a lot, and closed his mouth with a soft huff.
Caroline was quiet a moment, pulling gently on her lip as she stared off in thought. What would give Ian some sense of purpose? “Well, what about…a pet? Or adopting a kid?” Ian choked a little on a breath at that. He coughed, looking at Caroline incredulously.
“Caroline, I don’t… I don’t think those belong in the same sentence. That’s a pretty big jump!” He laughed anxiously, taking a breath.
“What? You’ve always been great at taking care of things, Ian! I’m sure you’d be a great dad to a fur baby or even a real one!” Caroline leaned forward a little, grinning. “Seriously, think about it. It could be great! I have a few friends who have kids, they say it totally changes everything and they’ve never been happier.”
Ian panicked a little, taking a breath. “Caroline, I’m a single guy. Adoption to a single parent is probably really, really rare.” But if he had to be honest, he was intrigued. Having an influence on another person, caring for them… Maybe it could work? “I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it. I mean that’s a huge responsibility… And I don’t make a lot of money, even if I’ve got my own business.” That and the idea of potentially screwing someone up made his heart pound faster and his stomach tense up.
“But you’re stable, this place has an extra bedroom. I can just move in with a friend or get my own place, it would be fine.” Caroline’s grin brightened and she squeezed Ian’s knee. The florist opened his mouth to protest her moving out, but she carried on anyway. “Hey! You’re involved with that Lab place, right? And they adopt out those Raevans! You should apply!” Ian stared at her for a moment, blinking before turning to look at the television as he thought. He remembered Anita and her Raevan, Cruz, and how natural they seemed. Cruz was still childlike, of course, but seemed intelligent and relatively self-sufficient. Not to mention Anita seemed to be handling guardianship very well. Ian wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle a small child; that seemed different, somehow. And Justin! He’d been a pleasant and happy guy before, but after he’d been approved and received that essence vial he’d brightened up even more. He wanted that brightness; that excitement and sense of purpose was what he was lacking. He probably wouldn’t be accepted, but… It wouldn’t hurt to try, right? His apartment had plenty of room, and he wasn’t struggling to pay bills or anything else…
“I think it could be really good for you, Ian. You’re a caring, big-hearted person, and I’m sure you would make a wonderful guardian.” His sister’s voice was gentler now, and most of her excitement had been visibly replaced with sincerity. “I just don’t like to see you moping around, I want to help. I’m not here a lot and you’re alone all the time when you’re not at work. I’m worried about you, that’s all.”
Ian looked back at her and chewed gently on his lip, tugging at the hem of his pant leg. “You think so? I mean… It wouldn’t hurt to at least put my name in, right?” The more he thought about it, the happier he felt. The idea of not only caring for a Raevan but also having someone with him, someone he could help nurture, made his palms tingle and he closed them in fists as he smiled. This would give him a purpose outside himself, a chance to leave a new kind of mark. He’d never considered himself a world-changer, and he still didn’t really feel the need to change the world, exactly. This, however, was a much quieter and more personal method of making an impact on another. “I… I’m going to apply. Caroline, thank you. I don’t know why I’d never thought of it before…”
“Oh, Ian, I’m so excited! Let’s go tomorrow and get the forms!” Caroline lunged and hugged Ian tight, laughing. Despite the way he pretended to squirm away from Caroline’s excited embrace, Ian was laughing too and felt light in a way he hadn’t in weeks.
NAME : Ian Taylor Flynn GENDER : Male AGE : Thirty-one OCCUPATION : Self-employed florist. His shop, Thistle Do Nicely, is small but is luckily located ona very well-traveled street in downtown Barton. RACE : Human - Irish descent. LIKES : Design, color, flowers, music, animals, reading, and sleeping in late. DISLIKES : Crowds, severe weather, bad smells, disorder, being the center of attention, and complete darkness and/or silence. LOOKS : Wiry in build, Ian stands at around 5’10” with broad shoulders and long limbs. His skin is fair with a light sprinkle of freckles across his cheeks and shoulders. He spends time outside when he can, but can’t seem to tan unless he’s burned. His caramel brown hair is often boyishly messy and has a red hue when in direct sunlight. Ian’s eyes are a light hazel color that leans more toward green than gold. Usually, he can be found smiling. His sense of style is usually simple and comfortable but tailored and well-fitted, given that he works most days.
PERSONALITY : Ian's feelings dictate almost everything he does. Their accuracy varies, but he trusts them as a doctor would his instruments. Because of this, Ian is heavily influenced by and aware of things around him. For example, he is often quick to pick up on tensions between others and becomes anxious.
Ian is an artist at heart, sensitive and friendly and highly in tune with his world. Underneath that friendly exterior, Ian is a very emotional person, but can be difficult to get to know because of social anxieties. He is pleasant and personable when conducting business, and he enjoys being around others, but you'll have to work if you want to get closer. However, it is easy to see that Ian is kind and gentle. He is a loyal friend, and won't hesitate to help when he feels he is needed. He is more likely to wait until approached, but if the situation is serious he has no problems being proactive.
He also has a strong set of moral values, but they may not always be in accordance with society's rules. He trusts his gut intensely, and will often have a hard time going against it. Ian's goals are more centered on personal fulfillment than material accomplishments; his main reason for opening his shop was to be able to do what he wanted for a living his own way. That's not to say Ian isn't concerned with money, it's just not his main motivation.
HISTORY : Ian grew up with his parents and sister in the suburbs of Barton with two dogs and two cats. His parents bought a modest two-story home and Ian was born shortly afterward. He was cherished and loved, nearly spoiled, but soon was taught to work for what he wanted. He drew on everything, and enjoyed playing outside. He especially loved helping his mother with the garden, with all the different flowers. His younger sister Caroline came along when Ian was seven, but she proved to be much more serious than her older brother and preferred reading over horseplay. Ian was confused at first, having been the center of his parents' attention for so long, but grew to care deeply for Caroline.
In college, he majored in botany and business, determined to become a florist after years of entertaining his love of plants. He was fascinated by the beauty of flowers and the reactions they provoked in others. He got through school with a decent GPA and a low amount of debt, thanks to hard work on scholarships. After a few years of working various jobs, he now owns a small flower shop underneath a two-bedroom apartment in downtown Barton. Ian has started to notice a lack of companionship in his life, but romantic relationships are difficult. After providing flowers for a Lab party, Ian has taken an interest in Raevans; he believes he can provide a stable and supportive home, and single-parent adoption is rare.
Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 10:16 am
[.Gaia name] MissiePanda [.Raevan name] Faeng [.Fel essence] Drifting Echo [.Fel essence description] The silence is pierced abruptly, by a sharp and taunting echo. An echo, screeching out in a howl as it bounces off walls and curves before it softens into silence. It is a reminder of another's presence until it disappears for good. But not this time- the echoing reminder seems to screech in terror, in a never-ending wail. Will the remnants never rest? [.Soul choice]Female Anglerfish [.Gender] Male [.Alignment] True Neutral [.Powers] Echolocation: He has poor vision, near-blind, so he relies on Echolocation to sense his surroundings. He is able to release a low-pitch echo to bounce off the nearest obstacles. Sounds vibrate to and fro so he can determine relative size and distance. Currently, it is a small radius of 10-20 feet, but it is enough to keep him from stumbling over a box. (Usually.) Glowlight: He has an irrational fear of pitch black darkness (especially in a large open space) with no immediate objects to vibrate echoes on, and his fear lets out a brilliant glow from his dormant lure, bright and almost piercing. He doesn't seem to have actual control over it, as it's triggered by a specific level of darkness, and turns itself off when the danger of the dark is gone. It's almost like an innate instinct than a power he has control over, as of yet. Predatory Sense: His gift for sensing danger is almost like a sixth sense. He can see through lies and the guise of false friendship, as easily as if a beeping radar went off. He's also keen to sense hidden traps, such as a mine laying in wait or strategically placed spikes. Bubble Breath: He is able to hold his breath underwater for extended periods of time by swallowing tiny bubbles. As of now, a small bubble grants him a mere 30 seconds, meaning he has to swallow quite a few to make it last. However, this power seems to grow and strengthen the more he practices the underwater technique. Occassionally, he pushes his ability to its limits so far that it will temporarily shut off to regenerate. This could put him in quite a bind, so he needs to be cautious. [.Personality] Faeng is quite the sarcastic sassmaster, always the first to speak up with a witty remark. The world isn't quite so black and white, right and wrong, to him. There's grey areas. You can commit wrongs but still have your heart in the right place, likewise you can strive to do right but have your heart in the wrong place. He can be a bit of a "devil's advocate", pointing out the theories and possibilities that no one likes to think about it. It's not that he doesn't care about the suffering of others, quite the opposite! He can't stand to see innocents be tormented and tortured. He's not the type to just stand by and watch injustice, and he'll be the first to defend someone from an unwarranted attack. Rather, he strives to question and challenge those around him. There's an odd balance in seeing the world through a neutral, inquisitive lens, as opposed to "this is wrong" and "this is right." Despite his joking nature, he's honest (almost blunt) to a fault, and fiercely loyal. He might tell you the truths you didn't want to hear, but he'll have your back until the end of time. Of course, on the flip side, he's apt to hold quite a grudge if he feels betrayed.
[.Writing sample] It was the perfect weather for a spook. Crisp air pierced the twilight and a chilling wind gave trick-or-treaters a slight shiver. Not Zim, though. Quite the contrary, he absolutely relished in the icy temperatures. His bushy tail waved in the wind and furry ears twitched at every Freshling's giggle. He matched his ever-present fawn plush tonight, with identical antlers peeking out from his tousled mane. He waddled along, a grin creeping onto his freckled face as the wind whipped back and forth. It felt divine. Even without the temptation of candy and an upcoming sugar coma, tonight was the ideal night.
He halted to a stop in front of a spooky house. Blazing flames danced atop strategically placed torches to give it a glowing effect. Freshlings and Juniors alike gathered, shrieking and prancing until they were gifted with much desired candy. Zim paused briefly as he stared longingly at the friendly groups. They all seemed to know each other. There were Geists teasing Imps and Fallen giggling with Litches. A few Demons and Baphomet could be seen off to the side, trading their candy treasures as if they were running a high class market.
Zim's gleeful grin had fallen into a slight pout. He didn't belong. His ears slouched in disappointment as he took a few wobbles backwards. The night was filled with all races, all types, and they put all their differences aside for a night of laughter and sweets. All races except his, that is. There wasn't a single Grimm to be found. He knew that. He was used to that, and yet, he couldn't ignore the ping of loneliness he felt as he watched everyone frolick in the night air.
That's when he heard it. His ears zipped up automatically as a howl echoed through the wind. He was suddenly whirling around in all directions, his glowing eyes wide and curious. Could it be? Could it be? He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a fuzzy figure moving towards him. Oversized paws, flowing fur, ears towering above a puffy mane of fur...
Zim was all grins as he galloped towards the figure. He practically tumbled to the rocky ground, scrambling to get a closer look. This was his chance. This was... a Grimm!
"I-I knew there were others! I... I knew I wasn't the only Grimm here!" He stuttered and gasped for air as he gazed up at the towering 'Grimm' in awe. His giant paws rested on his cheeks in a shy but excited glance. Glowing, bright yellow eyes blinked innocently. He almost couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. He had dreamt of the day he could be with his own family. He had long ached for similarity and a sense of belonging. He needed... his pack!
Suddenly, it was as if his entire world shattered with the sound of a cackle. Mask and fur suit were tossed to the ground to reveal three tricky Freshling Geists sitting atop each other in a pyramid. They smirked and snickered as Zim's face fell into a traumatized stare. Tears threatened to fall from the corner of doe-like eyes as he whimpered and gingerly stepped back.
"N.... no..." He whispered into the wind, his paws shaking in front of him. It was as if he was dangled with the promise of hope and had it ripped right from his very claws.
The three tricksters took turns laughing and mocking his tragedy.
"HAHA!" One proclaimed with a bellowing laugh into the air.
"Did you see his face? Priceless!" Another taunted with a self-satisfied smirk.
"You didn't really think you'd found another Grimm, did you? Pathetic!" The last harshly teased, with a judgmental leer.
Zim shot them an accusing glare before darting in the twilight. His fuzzy paw covered his face as icy tears poured into the air. He dashed as fast as his legs could carry him and refused to stop. His heart was pounding and his mind was racing. For just one minute, he was so hopeful. He was filled with wonder and excitement. He wanted to learn all about his ancestry and his race's history. He had so many questions!
He collapsed from exhaustion into a comforting pile of crunchy leaves, howling with despair into the cold and unforgiving night.
NAME : Dani GENDER : Female AGE : 25 OCCUPATION : Fantasy Author RACE : Human (Germanic) LIKES : Beer, reading, writing, animals, also beer. Did I mention beer? DISLIKES : Apathy, lies, bullying, boredom. LOOKS : She is of a short and small stature, coming in at a surprising 5 feet even. Pale skin speckled with freckles, flowing golden curls, and bright blue eyes- she is quite a sight to be seen. She wears a bold Lederhosen and tends to run around barefoot. She values tradition, but more than that, she appreciates comfort, so you'll rarely see her in any binding dresses.
PERSONALITY : Hot-headed with a rotten temper, Dani is the last person you want to piss off. She'll tell you exactly how she feels and she won't sugarcoat a word, and if you have a problem with that, she'll bluntly tell you where you can shove it. Despite her fiery temperament, she has a gentle heart filled with empathy and caring. You'll have a friend for life, as long as you don't get on her bad side. She can typically be found chugging down beers heartily or curled up with a new book. Or, of course, ripping her latest failed novel into pieces. She's the typical hate-your-own-work genius.
HISTORY : Dani left home at a young age after one too many spats with her family, choosing to make it on her own without the help of anyone. She was a starving writer for quite a long period (surviving off disgusting, but cheap, foods such as Rutabaga- yuck!) until she finally released a hit novel. She completely disowned her family as they came crawling back once they'd heard she hit gold with her writing. She's disgusted with anyone who sucks up to someone for fame, money, or even respect. She preaches independence and self-survival, as she'll bluntly tell you, "There's only one jerk in the world that will care about you, and that's you, jerk."
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[.Gaia name] Ka-ray-zee [.Raevan name Belle 'Bebe' Brighton [.Fel essence] Endless Tide [.Fel essence description] Water from the ocean rises and sinks with the gravitational shift between the Sun, Moon, and the Earth. Despite being separated from the sea, the water inside of this bottle still seems to ebb and flow with the tides of its mother ocean! This ever-flowing sample of water seems to rise and sink in response to the constant pushes and pulls from its original tide, with tiny rolling waves sloshing against the glass. [.Soul choice] Saltwater Pearl [.Gender] Female [.Alignment] Neutral Good [.Powers] - Aquatic Magnetism (Passive): Bebe has the ability to create quick bonds with aquatic life. Whether it is having a silent conversation with a puffer fish at the local dentist’s office, or attracting a school of fish friends to say hello at in the aquarium, Bebe is able to connect with sea creatures on a deeper level than most. Though this power doesn’t allow her to literally speak with sea life, it offers a level of empathy that provides her with a greater understanding of them. - Pearl Tears (Passive): Much like how a clam will form a pearl around a threat that enters its shell, Bebe allows herself to hold in her negative feelings and form a similar layer of denial over them. This pent up energy causes these emotional little pearls to build up inside of her, and when she breaks down or expresses an extreme emotion, these feelings manifest though tears of pearls. - Water Manipulation (Active): Just like her essence, Bebe is naturally attracted to water, and quite literally so. Water naturally pulls toward Bebe whenever she's near it, and her essence has given her a command over the ebb, flow, rise, and fall of any source of water. Her control over water strengthens during the high tide of her mother ocean, and weakens during the low tide. - Tidal Energy Distribution (Active): Bebe can absorb the kinetic energy of any and all moving water. Bebe can then transfer this kinetic energy to any other objects to provide them with the inertia to be moved in any direction: to either float, fall, or be pushed and pulled. Because Bebe can only absorb a limited amount of kinetic energy at a time, this ability comes to her in spurts, and objects with more mass require more energy to make move. She can also use this energy to charge electrically powered objects, though this takes a great deal of concentration on Bebe's part. [.Personality] Bebe is a bubbly girl. She is never one to shy away, often being easily befriended by and enamored with those she meets. While her polite, sweet demeanour allows her to play well with others, she is as contented spending time alone and doing activities like reading or enjoys playing and napping in cool bath water. While socially adept, Bebe can be easily overwhelmed by high sensory situations. Large, loud areas will frustrate or scare her, so she prefers mellow atmospheres. She is also quick to sympathize with most anyone or anything, and is often found with varying expressions while reading, or is weeping along with a character in a film. After a few minutes or a hug, she will easily slip back into her usual sunny mood. Bebe tends to focus on the brighter side of things, which often leads to ignoring or denying the negatives in her life. This leads to eventual outbursts which surprise herself and those around her. Her ability to deal with conflict is low, though she has been known to muster the coldest of passive aggression toward those she doesn’t think kindly of. Her interests do not fall far from those of a mermaid princess. She spends plenty of time pampering herself and others with only the most glittery of accessories and most royal of treatment. Her past times include hair brushing, singing, swimming, collecting anything she deems ‘pretty’, and learning about all the creatures in her ocean ‘kingdom’.
NAME : Leigh Beatrix Brighton GENDER : Female AGE : 34 OCCUPATION : Owner and manager of a local novelty shoppe, The Shy Violet (in Barton) RACE : Human LIKES : Wine, travel, children's literature, literature in general, children in general, campy television series, little collectibles, writing, watercolour, dry humour DISLIKES : Stiff clothing, sweating, making first impressions, loud music or sounds, being on a schedule, waking early, small talk, hospitals, rigorous exercise, crowded places LOOKS : Leigh stands at 5'5" with a slim build. Her hair is cropped short, a dark espresso in colour, and is generally adorned in two gold hair-clips. Her eyes are a deep honey, and a beauty mark sits atop her fair skin beneath her right eye. Generally she wears oversized dress shirts and blouses, usually paired with jeans or jeggings and some flats or Oxford shoes. PERSONALITY : Leigh is a friendly person, though often uncensored in her thoughts or actions. This makes her seem outgoing, especially since she is so comfortable and confident around those she knows well, but when meeting strangers, she is actually quite nervous. As much as she enjoys company, it is difficult for her to take the initiative to seek it out. She is not particularly hard-working, and prefers to relax and do things on her own time as opposed to buckling down. Leigh is dedicated to her hobbies, and can often be very excitable about things pertaining to her interests.
She is a rather happy person, aside from the occasional anxiety and feelings of self-consciousness, which she usually refuses to dwell on, except for the rare vent session with a close friend. Those who she considers friends or family in her life are cherished and cared for fiercely. She's one to tease or provoke those she loves with affectionate banter, but will just as well offer them gentleness and sincerity. Leigh has a strong maternal instinct, and though she is very independent, craves the chance to love and provide for others. HISTORY : Leigh grew up in a small valley town in the heart of Northern California's Wine Country. Her father raised her on his own in a large home that he also maintained as a bed and breakfast. Leigh was born out of wedlock, with her mother staying mostly out of the picture, keeping in touch via letters or gifts. Mr. Brighton was an older man, and a cheerful person who took pride in his daughter and wasted no time showering her in love. Leigh was surrounded by fantasy for much of her childhood due to her father previously being a children's author, and so acceded into adulthood with a whimsical expectation of the world. Reality hit Leigh in her senior year of high school, when chronic pains sent her to the hospital. After a diagnosis of torsioned ovaries and a deviated uterus she underwent surgery and left with less pain and a barren body. When her father died of a stroke when she was 23, Leigh was left without any family to rely on and a less optimistic look on life. Feeling incapable of keeping up the B&B and looking for a fresh start, she decided to rent the house out and move out of the country. Leigh always dreamed of travelling, and starting somewhere new felt like the best decision. She chose Gaia as her new home, and has been making her best efforts to mature and live independently.
]NAME : Callus Nathaniel Killmister
