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 Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:40 pm
Okey dokey, folks! Welcome to life under my whims! While this is indeed a contest, I want you all to have fun. If there's anything you have a question about, if you want help with a concept or a bit of posting, if you just want to shoot the breeze in a creative and amusing manner, drop me a jingle. I want you to enjoy this and it would be swell if I could enjoy it, too. heart Quixana - The boy who would be... Um... Something Important. At age 14, Xana thinks he has the world pretty much figured out to his liking and his liking is definitely on the sunny side of things. An eternal optimist who is willing to believe that all stories end happily and bad guys get their just desserts and fair maidens go to the worthy, Xana can drive a more staid, literal person up a wall very quickly. He is eager and robust and full of more energy than is good for him. He rushes into things without thinking, metaphorical sword held high, song in his heart. In other words, he can be downright overbearing if he has a notion stuck in his thick head. A bit chivalrous with some decidedly old-fashioned ideals, Xana believes in Ladies First and Please and Thank You. Which means that, even as he steamrolls over you in his eagerness to get somewhere, he'll holler back "GOSH, I'M SORRY!" He will never curse, never smoke, never drink... The boy is going to be painfully good and wholesome for the rest of his damn life. Xana is built along the lines of a up-and-coming rugby player - 5'7" and growing, a bit stocky with muscles, a force not to be gotten in the way of. His brown hair is cut in a messy shag, a bit longer than his "father" would like. Courage - Courage is the planner of the duo. While she is still eager and can be just as rambunctious, she also tends to think a bit more before acting and, even if she goes along anyway, she will probably have an escape route planned. She radiates a constant aura of Amused and Tolerant and clearly adores Quixana with all of her huge heart. She is even a bit soppy over him. She has a dry sense of humor. Hurt Xana at your own risk. FD Powers: increased stamina, amazing luck in avoiding injuries (He has a Guardian Idiot instead of a Guardian Angel), inspirational oratory/manipulation, aura of Things Will Work, affinity for domestic critters
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:50 pm
Please fill out the form below (totally nicked in a loving manner from Ice Queen) as soon as you can and PM it to me. This will better help me create an RP for you to show off all your skills! Quote: Forgotten's Name: Gender: Daemon's Name: Daemon's Species: Age: (no older than 14 but hopefully older than, say, 8 ) Forgotten's Personality: (If five descriptive words or less. No paragraphs) Daemon's Personality: (see above) Feedee's Weaknesses: (10 words max) Daemon's Weaknesses: (10 words max) Feedee's Strengths: (10 words max) Daemon's Strengths: (10 words max) Feedee's Beliefs: (10 words max) Daemon's Beliefs: (10 words max) Sample of your writing: (1 - 2 paragraphs) - Write about anything you like and have fun. It could be as simple as your Forgotten's first ice cream cone or them partaking of their favorite hobby. Rules: 1. A posting order will be created and listed on the main page. This will make it easier to know who's on first, so to speak. You have 24 hours to make your post when it's your go. I'll be going by this rule, too. 2. No god-moding or I will smite you with an ostrich feather. If you need to move another's character, get the okay from them first. 3. No fighting OOC, pretty please. It makes Cressida cry. A lot. 4: Everything that happens here should be considered non-canon. What happens here, stays here. If your concept is chosen in the end of things, don't take any of the baggage from here with you! 5: Have fun! I want you all to enjoy yourselves and learn something about your baby brain-children.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:52 pm
ShortGreen: kOOshEEkA, Pika-Bunny, Mystery Guest ooooo *There will be no appearances by Guardians unless I make with the signals. wink Marching Orders ShortGreen Mystery Guest Pika-Bunny kOOshEEkA (Heh, normally I prefer direct tags as the story needs but I want to make sure that everyone has an equal amount of posting time. So we'll do it by post order. *grins* Just this once for you lot.) kOOshEEkA Forgotten's Name: Nathan Gender: Male Daemon's Name: Impossible Daemon's Species: A piglet! Age: 11ish Forgotten's Personality: Judgmental, daring, entertaining, confidant, social. Daemon's Personality: Shy, timid, caring, agreeable, conscientious. Feedee's Weaknesses: Arrogant, cocky, demanding, mindless, ignorant. Daemon's Weaknesses: Withdrawn, worried, vulnerable, self conscious. Feedee's Strengths: Manipulative. Daemon's Strengths: Quick on her feet, clever. Feedee's Beliefs: Wealth, class, and good looks get you through life. Daemon's Beliefs: Don?t stick your nose where it shouldn?t be stuck. Sample of your writing: ?So tell me once more what you?re doing? A band is it?? said Mrs. Davidson with a contemplative look on her face. Though Nathan was learning the trumpet, he hated every lesson and rarely practiced without nagging from his father. She reasoned that it must?ve been some rebel, teenage phase. His blue eyes rolling, Nathan sighed, ?Mom! I?ve already told you! I?m starting a band, put up a flyer last week in the library,? he grinned, proud of his achievement, ?it?ll be in the garage,? noticing she was opening her mouth he rushed to answer her highly predictable questions, ?no, I don?t know what type of music we?ll play, no I don?t know who will show up, and no, I don?t know what time we?ll finish!? Jumping down from his spot on the counter he made his way toward the garage. Arriving at the door he turned around, ?So is everything good? I?ve gotta get down there, they?ll be here any minute.? He checked the clock on the microwave: two fifty-five, the planned time was three. Powers: -Manipulation- Being able to convince someone to do/agree with/accept anything. -Alternate Persona- Losing any sort of natural human ethics. Comes into play when Nathan wants something oh so badly. Quest Thread: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=2979629 Pika-bunny Forgotten's Name: Branyn Gender: male Daemon's Name: Small Daemon's Species: hybrid creature of flying squirrel, cat and chipmunk. Age: 11 Forgotten's Personality: brave, dutiful, direct, curious, polite... Daemon's Personality: Lively, obsessive, shrewd, cute, cunning... Feedee's Weaknesses: is too trusting, doesn't like to feel dependant or ignored. Daemon's Weaknesses: penchant for shiney objects, fickle and egotistical. Feedee's Strengths: polite, fair and dutiful, is an excellent climber, good listener Daemon's Strengths: very protective manner, sharp teeth + claws, can fly/glide Feedee's Beliefs: he believes in justice and truth, fair play. Daemon's Beliefs: take care of Branyn, deal with unfair real world, collect all shinnies. Sample of your writing: (1 - 2 paragraphs) ? "Shh be quiet Small or you'll wake her up!" Branyn whispered at his daemon. 'I am being quiet' she mentally whispered back at him. Tink. 'Oops!' Small said, as her tail brushed a glass into the next one. Sighing, Branyn grabbed his hair with childish impatience. "Come on hurry up! Let's go!" he whispered, louder this time. Looking over into the living room he could still see Pika's feet up on the end of the sofa. She had fallen asleep reading him a story after lunch and that didn't happen everyday! "This was your idea!" he whispered again as Small finally grabbed the container of cookies and lept down into his arms with it. 'Nice catch!' the chirrel said. Branyn was already out the back door with the cookies and Small, so she climbed up onto his head. 'So where should we go?' she said peering into the leafy green trees ahead. Branyn had almost managed to make their outdoor explorations a weekly occurance. Small was convinced that Pika already knew what they were doing though, and saw no reason to draw attention to it. What could hurt them anyways? There are no monsters around here according to the books in Pika's study. Pika was a librarian and Small had come to learn this meant 'caretaker of alot of books'. A lot of books she did have! So Small had decided to trust her literary sources. 'And it wasn't my idea to go out we both agreed!' she chittered at him. "You picked the cookies," he said reproachfully. It felt more like stealing but Small had convinced him they were made to be eatten by them - and they could save some for Pika too... "Uh, I think we should go check out that waterfall again! Since it's sunny and warm. I think it will be nice!" Branyn said excitedly. He was running barefoot through the forest now, his shoes long forgotten back in the yard. He wondered if he had remembered to latch the gate. It was difficult to remember since he was too short to see over the gate to check. "Small did I close the gate?" he fretted, scruntching up his button nose. Yiiei is no longer with us but she will be missed! Yiiei Forgotten's Name: Risika Gender: Female Daemon's Name: Change Daemon's Species: Tiger Age: 11 Forgotten's Personality: Tomboy, confident, loner, loyal, predator Daemon's Personality: Wise, friendly, teacher-like Feedee's Weaknesses: Anti-social, impatient, tempermental, stubborn, blunt Daemon's Weaknesses: Overly-protective, cautious Feedee's Strengths: Vampiric strength and senses, honest Daemon's Strengths: Thoughtful, caring, Feedee's Beliefs: Self-preservation Daemon's Beliefs: Words before fists. Sample of your writing: - Risika. - The girl stopped in her tracks and turned around to face her Daemon, a tiger with stripes missing. He stared at her with silver eyes into those of the little girl that had stolen his amber colors. She wore his stripes in her hair which were brushed up into a pony-tail. "What?" She asked pointedly with hands on her hips. In her right hand was a lighter and the other a cigarette. - Where did you get that? - Change asked sternly, glaring at the small white object. It couldn't have been from Petra, the guardian, because she didn't smoke. Risika didn't give others the oppurtunity to be close to her and so it could not have been a friend. "Some girl passed it to me in the girl's bathroom. What's it to you?" The girl brought cigarette up and toyed with it. Lately, she seen alot of her classmates smoking around in hiding. They talked about how great it was, she had looked at them with disgust, but that didn't mean that she was any less curious. "I just want to see what the big fuss is about." - That's not a good idea. - "Yeah? Well who asked you cat?" She retorted back with annoyance. He was too strict for his own good and he wasn't even grown! Still a youth in size, but he sure did act like an old man. - That thing is going to cause you harm. You might get hooked on it and then you might get a disease that could hurt you. Remember what Petra had said? You would end up damaging your lungs and get cancer and die. Do you really want that? - Risika threw a look of disgust at the tiger, "It's not that big of a deal. I don't go down that easy." At that point Change began to lecture her and nag her, it carried on for a few minutes before the tiger-striped girl threw the cigarette to the ground with annoyance. "All right! I won't. Just shut up already." Risika yelled and then grumbled about nagging Daemons. "Come on. I'm hungry." With that, Change happily followed his Forgotten. Making sure to rub up against her to let her know his pleasure. She grumbled but he knew that she was relieved. He was her Daemon after all. He looked straight forward and thought about the other things she might try. He wouldn't be able to stop all of them. The tiger looked at her over and knew that she would make her mistakes, but he would nag her before and then help her afterwards. The girl stopped in her foot steps and whipped her head around, glowering, "What? Is there something on my face?!" She yelled. Shaking his head, Change continued to go on. She would be fine. Quest Thread: Tiger! Tiger!
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:53 pm
* Mirror with a blackwood frame * Wreath made of braided straw * Piece of fur * Golden slipper * Wooden spoon * Iron key * White feather
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:03 pm
Ways to Make A ShortGreen Happy 1. Use proper grammar and RP format. That means all those fun little punctuation marks, trying to spell accurately, and being gracious and generous in your posts. Double-check your post before hitting the submit button to be sure you're happy with it. We will be using third person, past tense for this RP. Remember this. I love it when verbs agree and have tea together politely. 2. Pick a nice, easy-to-read font size. I spend all day looking at a computer so... Double-space between paragraphs for even easier reading. 3. Be inventive. Feel free to keep me on my toes just as much as you do each other. 4. Ask me if you have any questions. I'll do my best to help you. The whole point is, after all, to show off your chops! 5. Be timely and polite. 6. Have fun, darnit!
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 7:26 pm
OOC Chatter Spot Go ahead. Feel free to air your hopes/dreams/wishes/fears... I've got an ear open.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 7:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:44 pm
Shifting his weight from foot to foot, Quixana nearly bubbled with impatience. In his attempts to stay grounded, he had already rearranged a few knick knacks he had found in the House's main room, wandered into lesser used rooms to write his name, captured and released a few spiders, until he now found himself standing on the slightly sagging porch. His daemon lay sprawled across the grass, basking in the sun drowsily. With a sigh, the teenager gave up and began pacing again, sneakers almost silent on the weathered boards.
Courage sighed. That won't bring them any quicker, Quixana.
At her gentle words, he flashed an infectious grin at her. "Nope, but it will keep me from thinking less-than-charitable thoughts," he replied. "It would be wrong to start our acquaintance and our quest in disharmony. Not merely wrong either. It would be..." He paused and wrinkled his nose as if he smelled something foul on the erratic summer breeze. "Sinful."
Sin is a fairly harsh word for the situation, don't you think?
"Nope." He grinned once more and padded over to the railing, folding his arms and resting his chin down on the metal gauntlet on his left wrist. The metal was body-warm against his skin and he half-closed his eyes in thought. "Lacking punctuality is a sort of sin, too, probably," he continued mildly. "But they might have been caught up somewhere else. Mother says I shouldn't judge so quickly."
She's right. Courage stretched her front paws out in front of her, yawning hugely. Does she know we're here? And Father?
"Of course, they do. I left them a note to tell them we had been invited on a quest." Quixana straightened with his own sigh and reached up with both hands to ruffle his already messy brown hair. "It would be quicker if you and I could go alone, you know," he muttered as he resumed his pacing.
Teamwork is important and, if we can protect the younger children, we should.
That stopped him dead in his tracks and the teenager had the grace to look extremely sheepish. "You're right as usual, Courage." He shoved a hand in his pocket and lifted the other to again fidget with his hair. His brown eyes shone with remorse. "I was being impatient and prideful. Father has warned me about that. I'll try harder now." Quietly, Quixana moved to sit on the steps, hands resting on his bent knees, smile prepped for the first arrivals.
There was silence for a whole five minutes and then...
"But I do wish they knew how to tell time better."
Courage managed a very human grimace and buried her face in her paws. God willing, her boy would learn patience. Some day.
((There is no order yet so whoever wants it, take it! Okay, GO!))
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 10:49 pm
Two figures came from around the corner of the house, walking at an easy pace that was slower than usual. The pair kept in time together beautifully, walking almost as one except that one of the two had four legs instead of two. They were like soldiers marching but without the serious expression that most soliders had, these two were young and prehaps only the four-legged creature was close to being serious.
There was nothing significant about the pair at first glance, but if one were to look closely they would see that there small odd things. The little girl's amber eyes held a hidden emotion that were drawn for a lazy look as she walked with a slouch, keeping her hands in her pockets. The tiger was just as easily relaxed, his tail flicking to and fro slowly as they neared the entrance of the House.
In all honesty, Risika wasn't too thrilled about her plans for the day. She had been told by her Guardian that she would spending the day with few of the other Forgotten children and their Daemons. The girl had wanted to put out an argument immediately except that Change had stopped her. He had encouraged her and nagged at her until she consented until which then he rubbed himself against her leg, giving a loud purr of satisfaction.
- We should walk a little faster. We're late. - The tiger commented to his Forgotten.
She turned her head slightly towards the Daemon and shook her head with a raise of a single brow. "Too bad that I don't really care. Didn't even want to come in the first place." The last part she muttered beneath her breath as she glowered at the healthy green grass in front of her.
Daemon and Forgotten spotted the waiting pair at the same time. Change gave an excited leap as he saw another feline predator, he loved being around others, while Risika glared darkly. She wanted to be at home and playing her games on her laptop. Not outside with other children.
In a few steps they arrived to stand only a few feet away from Quixanna and Courage. For a moment or two, Risika just looked at the pair with a bored expression which clearly stated her resenment at being where she was.
Change happily greeted the other Daemon and sat down on his hind legs, his tail wrapped around his legs. Once Risika didn't introduce herself or greet the boy, he nudged at her with his nose, - Don't be rude! Greet him and introduce yourself already. -
Her expression turning darker, she looked at Quixanna straight in the eye and began to introduce herself with venom, "I'm Risika. He's Change."
After her abrupt introduction, Risika sat down with an odd grace beside her Daemon. Her arm hanging around the shoulders of Change, she gently reinforced her dark aura which tended to give others a wary feeling around that made them want to get away from her as soon as they could and as fast.
(( I went ahead and wrote a reply. Hope it's ok =] ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 9:05 pm
((It's perfect! In fact, I'm going to jot off a quick reply here to smooth the flow and then we can have our next pair enter!))
Before the girl had quite managed to lower herself, the brown-haired teenager had leapt to his feet and was offering a courtly bow, arm held across his chest, bending neatly at the waist. The gentility of the motion was at odds with his scuffed combat boots and the olive cargo pants which featured a small tear at one knee and a bleach stain on the upper thigh. "Charmed, Risika," he replied as he straightened. His grin was bright and welcoming; whatever effect her aura had on others, it apparantly fell short of dampening Quixana's natural bouyancy. At least for the moment. "My name is Quixana Aristipossos and she is Courage. It is a pleasure to meet you both."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:27 pm
A young boy came down the sidewalk. Slender of limb and chestnut-haired, he seemed to be in need of a comb. The breeze grabbed his wavy locks and pulled them every which way much to his dismay. Every few steps he'd run his hand through his hair in an attempt to calm it.
'Branyn, if it matters that much to you, get some styling gel' said the chirrel at his side. The creature resembled something of a mish-mash between a cat, flying squirrel and a chipmunk, and had the tendencies of all combined.
Running off ahead she scampered off the sidewalk and across the lawn, up to an old looking mansion. She noticed the four around the porch and let herself onto the nearest rail. Chittering, she greeted the two daemons. 'This is going to be fun isn't it?' she directed at the lioness and the tiger. Their size hardly made an impression on her. She was looking down on them after all!
"Not on my allowance," the boy grumbled. "Not that it's important," he added as Small ran off. 'I better check the sugar when I get back. For some reason I have a feeling she's been into it again,' he thought to himself.
Briskly he walked till he reached his goal. Running a hand through his hair one more time, he took a deep breath and turned to face the house. Branyn was still feeling nervous since the last time he was here and it had tried to eat him. That thing is evil, he had decided and set about avoiding it as much as possible. Today, however, a special event was being held, for some reason, and Branyn wasn't going to let his fear of the mansion stop him from trying to make new friends. He started towards the porch just realizing he was late.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 7:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:42 pm
Unsurprisingly, Quixana was the first to shake the shock out of his system and he offered a sunny smile to both the more normally arrived Branyn and the rather less gracefully arrived Nathan. "Hello, there," he called out as he finished descending the front steps. His hand was held out expectantly but it was clear that he was willing to let them decide which would accept it first. "As I was saying, my name is Quixana Aristopossos and my daemon, that's the lioness over there, is named Courage. We're pleased to meet you both, too."
He glanced over at Risika for a moment and then paused to consider the two boys as well. "I suppose the House knows what it is doing," he continued, voice low and thoughtful. Clearly, some worrying thought bubbled away behind the warm brown eyes and he frowned slightly. Then he shrugged and the smile was back at twice the strength. "Three knights and one lady."
Courage managed a feline chuckle and Quixana laughed, too. "Alright, alright," he conceeded. "Three human knights and one human lady. Is that better?" The lioness bowed her head in approval and Quixana returned his attention to the others. "An honor guard for the quest. Risika... Do you know these other boys yet?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 10:12 pm
The sudden appearance of the last member had startled Risika to direct her amber eyes towards the boy and his Daemon, but they didn't linger there long. Quixana had already started making introductions. Then something the older boy said caught her attention.
"I need no honor guard." She spat. Risika was not in any way weak that she believed that she needed anybody's help but her Daemon's. Then she looked at the boys before, "No. I don't care for those that are weaker than me."
With the last said, Risika stood silently, waiting to see who would take the bait. She was provoking them on purpose. She had figured that at least one of them would insulted and there for feel the need to prove themselves. The girl was hoping that by being more disagreeable than usual that she could go home, away from others.
Change rested a paw on his Forgotten's lap as he spoke to her, - You should be nice. They haven't done anything to you. -
The girl shrugged. She didn't care. She just didn't want to be around people and even more, Risika had no inclination what so ever to be near the House. She knew she was cocky and she had resason to be as having more strength and sensativity than the average human, but she wasn't a fool to think that the House will put up with her as so many others did.
She did no want to admit it but the House unnerved her, not that she would ever let anyone know that but her Daemon who shared her consciousness.
Sandpaper like tongue scraped against her cheek as Change brought her out of her thoughts. Once he had gotten her attention he began to prod and nudge her about introducing herself and about how rude she was being, again.
Rolling her eyes the girl gave a fleeting glance at the new arrivals, "Risika." Then nodded towards the Bengal tiger, "Change."
- You'll have to excuse her. She's not very social. - The tiger apologized to the other Daemons, hoping that they would relay the message onto their counterparts.
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