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 Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 12:17 pm
{: Adrienne :} Type: Angel girl Special powers: not discovered yet Owner: Huroggmeten
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 6:28 pm
.:Table of Contents:.
.:1:. You are here.
.:2:. About Adrienne
.:3:. About Keena
.:4:. Photo Album
.:5:. Important Dates
.:6:. Begining of Entries
.:7:. In the Vase...
.:8:. The Reaction...
.:9:. The Surprise...
.:10:. Drow Blood
.:11:. Angel Blood
.:12:. Child
.:13:. Paintings
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 6:46 pm
.: Name :. Adrienne
.: Gender :. Female
.: Current Stage :. The Reaction
.: Type of Second You :. Angel
.: Likes :. Although still discovering the world around her, she has found little to love as of yet. The dissapointment which met her upon her coming was too great for her to overlook... The only thing that brings even the smallest joy to her are the grayscaled rocks and the shadows, as well as the sun.
.: Dislikes :. Pollution, Emotion, False hope.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 6:57 pm
.: Name :. Keena
.: Gaian Name :. Huroggmeten
.: Gender :. Female
.: Current Age :. Fourteen, born October 16, 1991
.: Relationship to Adrienne :. Guardian
.: Race :. Human. Or, if I must be more specific: Navajo Indian, Mexican, German, English, Irish.
.: Likes :. Breedable Changeable pets of all kinds. Chocolate, Swimming, Horseback Riding (Level 4 Dressage) Soccer, most sports of all kinda, the common hobbies of being a Bookworm/ Reading Fanatic and writer/ drawer.
.: Dislikes :. Prudes, pricks, and ---. I also intensly dislike strong scents, as I seem to have a stronger nose than normal... especially perfumes of any sort, skunks, and my Brother.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 7:00 pm
.: Here lies photographs of Adrienne through her stages :.
.: As a serene Vase :.
.: Begining to emerge :.
.: Fully emerged, begining her life :.
.:Growing Up :.
.: Driven by hormones, not seeing much else :.
-Forthcoming-
.: An adult, fully engrossed in the riches of this world :.
-Forthcoming-
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 7:04 pm
.: Wednesday, April 20, 2006 :. Adrienne's vase plops in front of my door step. Only a hint of the mind that lays within is showing.
.: Friday, April 21, 2006 :. Adrienne has begun to come out of her vase... the tiniest whispers of essence have seeped unto this world. She has grown to the Reaction stage.
.: Monday, April 24, 2006 :. Adrienne has emerged from her vase. She has seen that all is not like she had once hoped.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 7:09 pm
.: Purpose of this post :.
I am here to inform you that you are NOT allowed to post in this Journal. This Journal is for Adrienne and Adrienne alone... viewpoints and snapshots shall be portrayed through the third person, and each of the before posts shall be updated as soon as something new occurs. The 'About Adrienne' post will be that which changes most often, 'Photo Album' and 'Important Dates' at a tie for a close second.
If you wish to roleplay or interact with Adrienne, we shall do this somewhere else.
All entries to this Journal will be strictly things important to her mental growth. I will not be posting random days of Adrienne's until a firm mindset has been found. A revelation so simple that it could be contained in a normal roleplay post will not be added to this Journal.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 7:10 pm
 A small jar was propped against a tree not far off from the gathering of Second Yous and their humans. It seemed to be innocent, simply red with white stripes... decorative swirls forming handles and a generally swooping curve to the vase. No wisps of aura or dust clouds billowed from the top, it was simply still... as still as the night. Though any who have truly walked the night path, who have seen the stars come out of their hiding and the prowlers on the loose, know that night is far from still. A young mind worked inside the jar, plotting for the time when it would be loose upon the world. It had no thoughts evil or cruel, nor entirely good and pure, simply... thoughts. This mind was not fully developed. It would soon belong to one called Adrienne, a female of both Drow and Angel race who would bring many a stare for her unique skin and glashing golden eyes.
The result of a union between a male Drow and a wandering female Angel, neither of the two races would accept her. She was not pure evil, for the Angel in her dampened the Drow. She was not pure innocence and light, for the Drow in her dampened the Angel.
There she lay in her jar, oblivious to this fact. She knew none of the worries of the world, simply that some time she must come to be. She would have to leave her safe inclines, find this body that was to be her own, and make a life for herslef. Life...
What a mystery.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 7:11 pm
One day she could wait to partake in this journey no longer. To assure herself that what she had imagined was not a total lie, that she would not simply cease to exist once she left the confines of her vase, she sent out probes. Long streams of blackened feathers seeped from the top of the vase, a vapor coiling around it. To any who did not know the begining of the fragile mind which lay within, it would be a frightening sight. In truth, it was nothing more than the begining of a young girl wanting to see the outside world.
What she found puzzled her... the feminine shape that seemed to be allight with an emotion she was not yet familiar with... it was warm, radiating from the center, enveloping her entire vase in a cocoon of this feeling. She also found a cold, wet nose, twitching and pointed towards her vase. Although the feminine form, much like the one she imagined herself havings once she left her vase, gave her these good feelings... she did not know that Adrienne was ready to come out. The cold, wet nose did... it knew.
Adrienne's mind and soul decided they would stay inside the vase a little longer, perhaps giving each other time to absorb this information, process it, and come to a conclusion... perhaps simply because Adrienne had felt her first emotion: fear.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 7:44 am
It had prepaired itself for the time when it would walk the world, it had waited and waited for the time when all its organs were developed enough to handle climbing out of the jar.
Adrienne was ready.
She emerged from the jar quietly, when no-one else were around to see her coming. She emerged at exactly midnight... as though some primal part of her knew all the superstitions and fear that revolved around that time. Her golden eyes took in the sight which came to welcome her...
Yes... there were the trees, their graceful yet gnarled branches reaching up to the sky, each year growing only a tad more to eventually reach a mind-numbing height. Yes... there were the small, delicate flowers, purple and red hues vinbrant against the flowing green of the grassy beds they had sprouted from. Yes... there were the lakes, shining and flashing in the moonlight... not quiet at all. Yes... there were the.. cans? The waste thrown aside next to the lovely flower beds? The half-eaten apples and maggot-filled bread lying at the base of the wonderful trees? The humans... snorting and casually tossing aside small white sticks that burned and glowed? A thick cloud of smog covering the sky, so much so that the stars themselves lessened in comparison? Large, growling beasts running over the smaller of the woodland creatures?
This was not her world... this was not the world she had come to dream of...
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 7:54 am
A race of purely evil creatures, creatures so alike to their Woodland-dwelling cousins that some could even mistake them for being... light-heartened. Beneath that ebony skin, beneath that thick head of flowing white hair, behind those blood red eyes and pointed ears, lies nothing but lust. Blood lust. Lust for power. Lust for the deaths of those who get in their way.
They make war upon their own kind in the shadows of the Underdark.... If one could even call it war. Is war attacking another great Noble House in order to move your own up in the stature of Drow society? Is war stabbing your older brother in the back so you are the revered Firstson, not the lowely Secondboy? Is war a quick dagger beneath the skull to avoid having to fight a skilled warrior in fair combat? Is war... Murder?
Yes.
War is doing whatever you need to win, in a Drow's mind.... whatever you need to win.
This drive for sucess at any cost runs deeper in a female Drow's blood. Drow follow strictly female leaders. Each Noble House is run by a Matron Mother, a female to whom all others of her house deffer. Her daughters most often will rule after her, though they are sent to train in Magicks after their 50th year. Each Matron Mother deffers to the Matron Mother of higher ranking than her... until the many commoners and warriors of the first Matron Mother's house go against that higher Matron Mother... and kill. The Noble House moves up one rank.
Each Drow has a weapon with which they are deadly. A snake headed whip, a scimitar, a sword, a dagger, a crossbow... anything. Whatever is needed to win.
The Drow raced is not so perverted that they have not made their cities wonderful... carvings of themselves, black onyx figurines, gargoyles crafted so beautifully that even a surface-dweller would not be able to look away, though most common and most importantly... spider webs arching across the highest roofs, spider carvings adorning every archway and every doorstep.
For the Spider is the symbol of Lolth. Lolth the goddess, Lolth the feared, Lolth the crule, Lolth the Drow's only master. Lolth demands blood sacrifice, she demands that the Thirdborn son of every Noble House be sacrificed. She demands that the Drow move up in her rank, that the other houses eliminate those who fall out of her favor.
Having a goddess on your side, controlling your every ambition, is tricky business.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 8:02 am
Angels are holy creatures, flying throughout the skys on bidding both their own and of God. They are recognized by many as God's right hand men and women, servants of sorts and pure. Their women are perfect virginal creatures, halos of hair falling to their wastes and amazingly proportional bodies. Their men are strong, protecting their women and the Holy Gates, chisled features and muscles seeming to be constantly flexed. Those of either gender have gentle hearts. They care for other creatures, they have a drive in them that is to protect. To nurture. To love.
The urge to love drives many Angels. It is not a lusty thing that many Humans mistake for True Love, this love of the Angels. It is pure and holy... two things which could almost be intermingled with anything anyone has to say about Angels. They sometimes flit down to earth on their widespread, feathered wings, lending a helping hand to those who need it most. Many Angels end up loving these people whom they helped, finding themselves drawn in by even the smallest tidbit of affection shown in return for their most kind deeds.
Angels, though thinking and breathing creatures, do not have any of the qualities we Humans find so common in other races...
They do not make war. They follow a strict code of honor and belief, though in no way are these rules enforced. They go wherever they please, for Angels seem incapable of making a wrong decision. They fly on their own instead of machines they have created out of sheer greed for money and power. They do not use their stunning features to lure in humans or others. They do not sing to entice, they simply raise their prayers with voices so joyfull they would be able to sell millions of records on Earth. They simply have no drive for power or money or fame or fortune, they simply do not have a drive for sucess.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 3:51 pm
Child
Note about lack of banner: When updating my computer, Dad forgot to re-install Adobe, which is the program I used for the fonts. I don't have Papyrus on paint, so until I get Adobe again I won't be able to make the banners properly.
Adrienne shifted, rolling over on the hard rock she had adopted as a bed of sorts. The others, this sunny Michael and Chi, had been following her for some days now. Although it was obvious that she envoked the emotion 'fear' in them, they could not hold back their curiousity for one with such unusual features as she herself posessed.
A lowly sigh, something she almost never allowed herself to do seeing as how it showed a weakness (tiredness), escaped her lips before she clamped those two twin blackened rosebuds shut.
She knew that her body was growing. Her body had lengthened, her hair has adopted a more pearly-white glow than it had previosuly posessed. Her features had begun to elongate, though they still showed the barest hints of the chubbiness of the children of any race.
A clump of hair fell before her eyes, but she made no move to brush them away. Her golden eyes still held the loathing she had for the world and all it's mistakes, all it's horrid trash and pollution and even the people which inhabited it.
She shook her growing wings, hating the feathers that flew off in the breeze, making soft whooshing noises and catching the daylight that had first woken her.
She felt herself moving more and more towards the darker side of her heritage, towards the side of the drow. The angel blood in her was being overwhelmed, for the innocence and purity it held had been overshadowed by the dark thoughts of the drow... even an angel can't hold up when constantly bombarded.
Adrienne simply couldn't find one thing in the world that made her think any better of it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 1:13 pm
Paintings
Adrienne sat up, finding it in her heart to move. She rose to her feet shortly thereafter, not even bothering to stretch to relieve the crooks in her neck from sleeping on such hard rocks. She just didn't care.
The child did not know what possessed her to do so, but she would explore the cave further. If she could not find any good in this world, did that simply mean that she had not been looking in the proper places?
A bubble of hope appeared in her heart, chasing the dark thoughts into corners.
She popped it herself before those shadows could.
She was not looking for anything necessarily 'good' for nothing can be purely 'good' rather something to rid her of a horrid emotion, Boredome.
She walked, placing one foot in front of the other. She swayed gently, her hips rocking and her hair flowing behind her. Even when she couldn't care less, she was truly striking.
Any emotion was horrid, to be truthfull. If not at first, eventually.
Hope only exists to get you out of a situation or to relieve pain for the time being, but surely as love will fade pain will return. If not for the same reason, another. But still the pain returns.
Sadness, depression, angst. All these allow for outlets, ways to express yourself to others and even to relieve yourself of pent up tension. Adrienne believed that in any situation, you should not back down. You should continue going, even if you hold your head low, even when you don't even believe these things such as hope and rainbows existed in truth. It was the Drow blood that was speaking in her.
She traced her fingers along one side of the cave absently, more for the feel of the rough rock beneath her smooth fingers than because she needed to find her way.
The texture suddenly changed. It became smooth, almost too smooth, though spiky in places as well. She turned her head nonchalantly, in no hurry to see something that could prove as simple as a streak of dried guano.
It was a small horse. Crudely drawn, it looked as though a Surprise-stage or soemone of very little artistic talent drew it.
She studied it. Something about it intrigued her.
The deep red hue, visible even in the barely lit cave, stood in stark contrast against the dark grey... and even so the colors complimented each other. The simplicity of the lines held beauty, yet still showed motion and depth. The arch of the neck and the proud tail raised as though it was a flag.
It was utterly pure.
This drawing lacked any human emotion, it lacked human perversion and human despair. This drawing could never take a breath, it could never smell the sweet air and the fragrance of roses, and yet it could never take a breath of pollution or skunk-stink as well. This drawing could not drink crystal-clear water, but it would also not be forced to drink sludgy slime when no water is present just to keep itself living.
Adrienne had found something she... 'liked.'
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 12:46 pm
Growth
Adrienne continued to study the painting. She would... 'like'... to be able to do something of that sort. To create something of simplistic beauty that could not be tainted by the world she was forces to live in. She would... 'like'... to learn how to do such things.
She had forgotten all traces of the boredome that had early been like a plague to her.
She had even forgotten that she did not like to forget.
The young Drow-Angel peered closer at what materials had went into this crude painting. The only things she could make out in the dim light, even with her advanced eyesight, were a sort of mashed berry and dirty grime. She drew herself up and walked out of the cave... and into the light... searching for these materials that had so 'moved' her.
As she walked, Adrienne pondered herself. She was not one for much self-reflection, preffering to look at others and then the utter wrong that was Earth.
She knew that the Drow blood was slowly taking a hold of her general outlook.
She knew that the Drow blood was, as humans call it, 'tainted' in that it cannot see anything good with anythings, for everything will eventually spoil.
She knew that the Angel blood would not let her listen to the Drow blood, even if all the other values that held true to Angel form were forgotten in the process.
She did not squint, though she wanted too: she had walked into the light. What an odd bit of irony; she had come into the sunshine, the part she hated most about any day. It's cheerfull brightness that only lasted so long as you did not look deeper. On a leaf not far from the base of a tree, a grasshopper met it's final seconds in the grasp of a large spider. To those who sought to bathe in the glow of the sunlight, the leaf would look as nothing more than a brilliantly shiny part of nature. Adrienne did not see the shine, she saw the half-devoured grasshopper.
She turned her mind from such unpleasant thoughts, returning to the painting that she had 'liked.'
The berries.
She stroked a bush that bore fruit of the same color that she had seen in the horse on the cave wall. She picked them, not caring that her hands were being pricked by the thorny stems. She knew that they would eventually be eaten by birds, or simply rot on the vine, and so felt no sorrow for destroying life.
She mashed them in her hands, adding dirt so that it was a grainy paste. Her head was bent low as she worked, her eyes unblinking.
She walked back to the cave, shocked to find that a small bit of her protested the act, wanted to stay in the warm sunlight, wanted to paint on the wooden surfaces of trees rather than the cold dark encloused cave walls.
She felt... that the part of her that was resisting the ever-present whispers of Drow... was begining to grow.
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