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 Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:35 pm
Anvion and Orin's Life This is a subliminal message reminding you to update your journal twice a month.
Please be respectful to both "pet" and owner by not posting within this thread unless you have their express permission. Failure to do otherwise may result in you and your posts being reported to the administrators as well as going on DeMoNtAiNtEd's Celibate List.
Thank you for your time. 
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:38 pm
Table of Contents:
Post 0- Intro
Post 1- Table of Contents
Post 2- Rules
Post 3- Posting Permission
Post 4- Updates
Post 5- About Orin
Post 6- About Anvion
Post 7- The 'family'
Post 8- Pets
Post 9- The House
Post 10- Friends
Post 11- Enemies
Post 13- Gallery
Post 13- First Contact
Post 14- Credits
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:42 pm
The Rules:
-Follow the Gaia TOS-
-Please do not post unless you are either on the list of who may post, or I have given you permission. Even then, PM me for clearance before posting.-
-No OOC posting. Period.-
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:45 pm
Who May Post:
-GCB Staff-
-GCB owners-
-Whoever asks and has recieved my permission-
REMEMBER- PM me for clearance if you wish to post anything, no matter who you may be.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:46 pm
Updates:
-04.04- I recieve Orin. Journal set-up commences.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:49 pm
About Orin: 
Name- Orin
Nickname- Rin, Mutt
Date of Birth- November 29
Species- Canine Anthro
Gender- Male
Status- Teen
Height- roughly 5 feet
Hair color- Magenta
Fur Color- Blue
Eye color- Gold
Mate/Spouse- N/A
Occupation- ...that's a joke, right?
Likes- Sweets, movies, jam, kittens, playing ball
Dislikes- Books, technology, clothing, baths
Personality- Wild, rambunctious, and noisy, Orin is... well, rather different than most everyone else in Anvion's house, and it's not just his looks, either. He loves nothing more than to race around and play in the backyard, digging up odds and ends and bringing them for Anvion to see. or he just adds it to his little collection of neat things that's accumulating rather rapidly beneath his bed. He's certainly a handful much of the time, but a lovable one in his own way. He's also a very open and friendly individual, though he can often have some misgivings around unfamiliar strangers. Yet he's quick to warm up to most anyone, unless they prove to fall into his disfavor one way or another.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:51 pm
About Anvion:
Name- Anvion Tharindur 
Nicknames- Anvi, An
Date of Birth- May 22nd
Species- High elf
Gender- Female
Age- 104
Height- 5.3 ft
Hair color- Blue
Eye color- Blue
Mate/Spouse- None, though engaged to Varlen
Occupation- Loremaster, ex-priestess
Likes- Cooking, gardening, kids, books, adventuring, most people
Dislikes- Electronics, cars, closed-minded people
Personality- The 'mother' of the mismatched household that Orin now lives in, Anvion is... quite eccentric for an elf. She's quite fond of adopting most anything that happens to be parent-less and comes along her way, for starters. She's also very open and playful for an elf, always ready to drop whatever the hell she's doing to go run around and act like a fool for the world to see. She's also an avid loremaster, or collector and recorder of books and knowledge. There really isn't much to say about her, save for that she's probably one of the most open and friendly people you can hope to find. Seriously.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:52 pm
The 'Family':
-Varlen. Anvion's fiancee. He's probably the least friendly member of the household right now, and crossing a rather foul-tempered drow battlemage is never a good idea. Fortunately, he's rarely seen in the house, being how he has buisness and concerns of his own.
-Mengde. The oldest of Anvion's 'children', but mentally one of the youngest. He has the general mindset and temperment of a three-year old, to put things in perspective. He is also incapable od speech, instead projecting his feelings and emotions in an empathatic manner of telepathy.
-Flitch. The second oldest of the lot, and practically a little clone of Anvion when it comes to disposition and personality. He's sweet, well-mannered,, mild-tempred, and honestly too smart for someone his age. Technically Flitch is androgynus, but everyone 'round the house simply refers to Flitch as male, so to prevent confusion.
-Soliari. A nearly-silent phoenix child, Soliari is the embodiment of skittishness. He's easily startled and tends to hide from most anyone, but is nice enough in the rare chance he ever gets over his shyness long enough for some decent conversation.
-Mikael. Another canine hybrid, Mikael is, however, very much unlike Orin. He's very calm, very relaxed, and while he enjoys digging around, he prefers to dig up weeds in his oh-so-precious vegetable garden. He's also a touch spacey, so a lot of people mistake him for being mentally challenged in a way.
  -Amaris and Walter. Although the two look nothing alike (and aren't even blood-related), they're often referred to as 'the twins'. They are of the same age, though not of same personality. Amaris is generally more aloof and cold, while Walter is definitely the natural-born diplomat.
-Lewin. Not-so-fondly dubbed by Varlen as 'that ******** bug', Lewin is Anvion's primary mischief-maker of the family. However, all his pranks are good-natured, and being a cupid, he's RATHER fond of playing matchmaker for whomever he meets. However, he generally helps Anvion out around the house with the cleaning and chores. Sometimes he'll even watch the kids if she needs him to. He's a surprisingly dependable little bug.
-Letinas. Resident vampire, currently residing in Anvion's basement. He's an enigmatic figure, rarely coming up to linger with everyone else. He prefers to keep to himself and is a rarer sight than even Soliari is. Why he's living with Anvion, no one's sure... and they probably don't want to find out.
-Niiran. A feline lycanthrope hybrid, he (yes, HE) does not live with the family, but is still considered a part of it. He's a very sweet little cat, though admittedly a bit on the shy side. He runs a small used bookstore on the edge of town, where Anvion and Flitch tend to visit often. He also tends to drop by a lot, often with an interesting book he has found or some other small gifts of any sort.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:57 pm
The Household:
Anvion's house is a fairly large old place, though admittedly nowhere the size of a mansion. Despite it's age, the house is well-kept, with a lovely garden out front and a nice vegetable patch and small fruit orchard that lines a fair-sized yard. Beyond the yard's edge is a fairly small forest, perfect for childish adventure.
Inside the house is fairly tidy, with lots of wide-open spaces. Each member has their own room, and there are still several unoccupied rooms that are currently being used for storage. There is also a small door at the end of the hall, which has been enchanted to lead to Anvion and Varlen's library, a gargantuan building stuffed with more books than you can ever hope to read in a lifetime or three.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:08 pm
Gallery:
Orin, as Anvion first found him. Adorable little s**t, isn't he?
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:10 pm
First Contact:
The Prompt If you thought it was bad enough already, it's about to get worse.
Orin has never been told anything about sex or how one's parts tend to work and in what fashion. Which has left him in a very peculiar situation as he sits up in a tall oak tree on the border of the wood near GD's house, crying quite mournfully.
He's crying for the loss of his once new home, and the fact that he believes he's officially pregnant.
You see, as he cries his story out loud upon the bark of a tree so high up from the ground to you; he explains of having a boy/girl(your choice) from next door at his old house would explain things to him all the time... through physical example.
So you learn of his forrays into the world of sex as he tells you of overhearing the symptoms of pregnancy which led him to believe so.
The thing is, he'd explained all of his little 'examples' prior, and you, being fairly knowledgeable in the subject know several things on the matter.
For starters, you know he's not pregnant, and that he didn't have intercourse.
So you must now explain this to the distraught teenager, in which you also need to explain just what he did instead of sex.
The day had honestly begun normally enough for Anvion. But then again, didn't all days where something weird happened seem to begin normally for her? She had set out to a strip of nearby forest that lay on the outskirts of some big mansion to find some certain herbs that grew there. She preferred gathering them herself rather than buying them from the store. To be honest, she didn't know if the woods were part of the grounds of the mansion or not, so if she was trespassing... well, the elven female honestly didn't much care. She was just here to get some herbs, and then just head back home.
And here she was, now perched in a tree, attempting to explain sex and such to a strange blue-furred dog boy who was adamantly convinced he was pregnant. Honestly. Some days she was amazed at what s**t could pop up. Yet she couldn't help but feel bad for this innocent creature, whom had introduced himself as Orin between sobs and whimpers. She had coaxed him to tell her his story as she lightly alighted the tree in order to listen in on his story better.
And what an odd story it had been. He had spoken of an older girl next door who had taken a strong interest in him, inviting him over often. It had begun innocently enough at first- games and playing pretend and those sorts of silly childish things. But then, as he had gotten older... well, she had begun doing some really weird s**t, for lack of a better term. As Orin tearfully explained, the girl had a room in her basement full of sexual torture devices, many of which Anvion found far too bizarre to comprehend. The point was however, the girl had sexually abused Orin for a while, though from how he had told it she had only preformed the torture acts to arouse herself for whatever disgusting reason. And yet... from how Orin told it, she had never actually preformed any true sexual intercourse with him. Anvion found it unusual, but didn't press the point.
Instead, she now found that she had to explain most everything about sex to this canine boy.
Where to begin... Anvion pursed her lips as she thought. Ah. Pregnancy. That was probably the simplest place to begin. "Orin," she finally said gently to him as he wept quietly. The sobs and wails had died down a while ago, and now aside from the occasional sniff or hiccup, his sobbing was quiet. "Orin, you're not pregnant."
This caused him to give a small gasp of hopeful disbelief, and Orin's golden gaze shot up to regard Anvion with intense, yet disbelieving curiosity. "How can I not be? She put a p***s inside me. Penises make people pregnant."
"Well," Anvion said, thinking how to best explain things. "What she put inside you wasn't a p***s. Well, it kind of was, but it's not a real one. Only real penises can make people pregnant. And males can't get pregnant," she added. "Only females. You see, when a male and a female get together-"
"I'm a male," Orin interrupted. "And she was a female."
Anvion nodded. "Yes, but in order to make someone pregnant the male- you, would have to insert your p***s into her. Did you ever do that? Ever?"
Orin screwed up his face as he thought for a few moments, then finally gave a small shake of his head. "No."
"There ya go. You never had real sex with her, so there's no way to make either of you pregnant."
"Then what about the p***s?" he asked. "You said it was fake..."
"It was," Anvion responded with a nod. "Some people just have these... these... 'special toys' that they like to use on either themselves or other people. Sometimes it's even both. That girl used a lot on you, from the sound of it. I've personally never used any of these toys, but I've heard a lot about them. It's a kind of long story," she sighed with a lazy wave of her hand. "But the point is- you're not pregnant and you never had any real sex with her. She just abused her with her 'toys'..."
Orin seemed pleased with this, but his ears once again drooped as he bowed his head in shame. "Yet... My home's gone. I can't go back."
"Why?"
"Because of what happened. I-I'm not welcomed there anymore...." He paused, wincing at some inward memory. "Can we just... not talk about it?"
Anvion gave a small nod of assent. She knew when people did and didn't want to talk, and she didn't want to push it. This poor kid had been though enough s**t already, and he'd spoken of more than enough in one sitting. Now he just needed some time to sort things out.
"Do you need a place to stay?" she blurted out without thinking. It had become such a habit for Anvion to invite all sorts of creatures without homes to live ith her, she hadn't even thought about it.
Orin shook his head quickly. Anvion tilted her head to the side a little, peering over the rims of her glasses to carefully regard the canine. "Want to stay at my house? I have a few empty rooms, and my boys would love to meet you."
"Really?"
"Yup. Positive."
"And I can stay for the night?"
"The night? Hell, feel free to stay as long as you want. My door is open to anyone and everyone. All you have to do is ask."
Orin smiled. "Can I stay with you for a bit, then?"
"Already said 'yes,' darlin'," Anvion laughed in response. "And I don't live far from here. Now, what say you we get down from this tree and I'll take you there and make you something nice to eat...?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 6:11 pm
Credits and the like: GCB concepts and images (c) DeMoNtAiNtEd.
Varlen and Anvion (c) me, Anvion.
Anything else (c) whoever the hell they belong to.
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