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 Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:13 pm
 This diary belongs to Dulcea. Don't post here without her permission, or ask to buy her Soul. The main thread can be found here.
Name: Vega
D.o.B: 6-28-06
Stage: Toddler
Blend: Stiletto
Personality: ??
Ability: ??
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:43 pm
 Status
Vega Experimenting in daddy's closet
- Ames post
- Welcome
- Memories
- Vega
- Stephan
- Blend
- Family
- Friends
- Photos
- Things
- Growth
- Calendar
- Past life
- Reserved
- Credits
** Posting Rules **
Any mages from Ames may post.
Any owners may post.
Any friends may post.
Any other people may post when dropping off gifts.
PM or IM me if you want to RP.
Always be IC when posting.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:44 pm
June 17-20th Stephan packs up his stuff, ends up spending an extra night at the frat house and catching a bad cold, drives for two days, and finally settles in to his new apartment at the complex. Next comes the unpacking, how wonderful it will be.
September 21st Angie Abrams is killed by a drunk driver on campus on her way home from a party. Stephan goes to be with his family.
December 2nd Stephan finds Gavin alone in the apartment, and blood on the floor. The toddler tells him that mommy left in a hurry, because of a bad man. Not knowing what else to do, he calls for help, and finds it from an odd source.
February 14th After being convinced to go to a Valentine's party, Stephan gets the surprise of a bright eyed toddler, a boy at that! Upon returning to the party he finds that the boy simply loves attention, and when he doesn't get it... Well, he had better get it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:48 pm
Name: Vega Abrams
Nicknames: None
Age: Around 4 years old
Status: Messing around
Orientation: Unknown
Occupation: None
Residence: Apartment
Roommates: Daddy
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Silver
Power: Unknown
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:48 pm
Name: Stephan James Abram
Nicknames: Step (by his frat brothers)
Age: 23
Status: Single
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Unemployed, former student
Residence: Two bedroom apartment in the complex
Roommates: Vega
Eyes: Sapphire blue
Hair: Light brown
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:50 pm
Star StilettoMore info coming soon.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:51 pm
Sarah Elaine Abrams - Stephan's mother
A calm woman, sweet if a bit naive.
More info soon.
James David Abrams - Stephan's father
A bit stubborn, he seems to think that money can influence just about anything.
Angelica "Angie" Marie Abrams - Stephan's younger sister - Deceased
A fun loving girl that always wanted to be the life of the party. Though she was annoying as most younger siblings are, Stephan loved her more than anything in the world. She was killed by a drunk driver in late September, and though he does not want to admit it, feeling it a weakness, he misses her. She will live on in his heart as Vega's guardian angel, never forgotten.
More info soon.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:52 pm
Remi
Stephan: More than a friend, possibly love. I'll never forget her, because she was a good mother, and I know that if she had been able to, she would have stayed.
Vega: Never met.
Gavin
Stephan: He's just a sweet boy, who's now dealing with the loss of his mother. I feel a little more attatched to him than any of the other kids.
Vega: Never met.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:54 pm
 A doll of Stephan's late sister, Angie. Vega's "guardian angel".
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:55 pm
Energy -> Toddler
No requirements [x]
Toddler -> Child
1 Journal Post [x]
1 PD or Group RP [x]
1 'Self-RP' - A post just RPing with your Toddler [x]
Time: At least one month. [x]
Child -> Teen
2 Journal Posts
2 PD or Group RP's
1 'Self-RP' - A post just RPing with your Child
Time: At least one month.
Growth Prompt response
Teen -> Young Adult
4 Journal Posts
3 PD or Group RP's
2 'Self-RP's - A post just RPing with your teen.
Time: At least one month.
Growth Prompt Response
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:57 pm
Vega was previously born Vanessa Whitaker, daughter to an unmarried prostitute. Her mother loved her, but didn't know of any way to show it besides spoiling her with clothing and loud jewelry. She grew up around promiscuity, and was often left in the care of her mother's "colleagues" in lieu of an actual babysitter. Most other children in the same situation would have grown to feel sorry for their mother, and the whole community in general, and aspired to put an end to it. Vanessa wasn't one of those children. From an early age she would manipulate people, and make scenes to get what she wanted. It really came as no surprise that when she hit her teen years, she became known as an 'easy' girl. She managed alright in school, and could have gotten good grades if she'd cared to try, but instead she dropped out in the middle of her junior year to follow the same path as her role models. Not believing in education, she figured that she would be ahead of the game to make herself known in other ways. She lied about her age, often using personal 'favors' to be believed, and took a job as a waitress in a nearby strip club. Nearly the day she turned eighteen she became a dancer, having spent the past few years watching and studying the girls where she worked. Her mother died shortly after, from a disease the doctors couldn't identify. By the time she was twenty-one she had been married and divorced twice, and had built up a reputation for sleeping with her high tipping customers. She was pregnant once, and considered quitting and going back to school, but later denounced that consideration as the product a mood swing when she miscarried at nineteen weeks. Her friends didn't believe it was completely natural, and several had their own theories that it was self induced. She refused to answer their questions though, and returned immediately to her job, carelessly shattering a few friendships in the process. Her reason for being transferred started late one night when she went out clubbing after work.
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Vanessa, "Angel", was busy changing back into her street clothes when a knock on the dressing room door caught her attention. "Come on in, you know you don't need to knock, you've all seen me," she grumbled, cursing herself for a broken button on her blouse. "Hey Angel," Her boss Antonio shouted, leaving the door shut despite her comment. He'd never been completely comfortable with seeing her change, a fact that amused her considering he had hired her to strip down. "We're gonna hit the clubs, care to come along?" He shouted through an interruption of giggles from one of the younger girls. He always had a crowd of ambitious young skanks around him, but Angel still held a place in his usual crowd, being respected as his "right hand man" so to speak. "Do I ever not?" She retorted, zipping up her snug leather skirt, "Give me two minutes and I'll meet you in the car." He had been her second husband, and though they had only been married for seven months before their divorce, they were still on as good, if not better, terms than they had been before the relationship.
Antonio had a knack for getting into the most exclusive night clubs with ease, and this particular night was no different. With a threat here and a bribe there he got them into the VIP room of a certain club Vanessa had her eye on for more than just partying. The place was looking for a few dancers, and the owner had offered her an audition a few days earlier. She'd been thinking about going, and since Antonio seemed to be doing just fine with his new girls, she had made her decision. It wasn't a wise career move for her to stay the subordinate of her ex-husband, no matter how much or little time she had still to dance. So, after excusing herself for a brief consultation with the mirror in the ladies' room, she was planning on heading right back to tell him the news. Unfortunately, a few local thugs had other plans. Seconds after she opened the door she heard shots being fired, a man yelling, and was crashed into by someone nearly two times her size. "It'll all be alright," he growled, raising up what she assumed to be a gun. Before her vision could steady itself, he fired, hitting his mark. Nineteen people died that night, but Vanessa Whitaker wasn't one of them.
Beeps, buzzes, voices, all kinds of strange smells, that was what she woke to. It wasn't a gentle sort of waking, as if she'd simply been asleep, but more of a jolt and then panic. The doctors later told her she had thrashed around for a good half hour before she finally went down, reacting suddenly to the sedative they had been forced to give her. When she woke for the second time, conditions were much calmer, and she found herself surrounded by faces. Some were new, and she identified them as doctors and nurses. But some, they were familiar faces, people she'd seen before, people she knew. It wasn't just that though, they were older, girls she had worked with, her best friends, their faces and bodies now marred with age. Again, she panicked. Though this time, they didn't sedate her. The doctors finally managed to calm her down after clearing the room, and told her that she had been lucky, luckier than she had ever been, to survive that bullet. It all seemed fuzzy, but suddenly everything started to make sense. They told her she had been in a coma for nearly seventeen years. That explained why everyone looked so much older. But that meant...
From the day she woke up she demanded a mirror, but it wasn't until the day she was released that she got her wish. Time and her injuries had taken a toll on her, and though she only had a few wrinkles, she had a prominent scar on the side of her forehead, obstructing part of her hairline. With the years the skin had tightened up and, not having been cared for cosmetically, had turned it into a scrunched, dark mess. Through her time in the hospital she had watched nothing but the news, a sort of morbid curiosity about how the rest of the world had faired without her. She had learned about the war, and the virus, and all the strange projects surrounding the two. But one stood out in her memory after she left, one where your soul could be moved. That meant she still had a chance to make up for the time she had lost. With a scarf wrapped firmly around her face a hat pulled down to cover the scar she ventured out into the world, now seeming so alien to her. She didn't have a home left here, it had all been shattered over the years. Withdrawing the money that had built up in her bank account, she phoned a few people for goodbyes. Her mind was stuck fast in her decision. She didn't have a place left to run to here, so she would make one somewhere else, no matter what it took.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 7:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 7:17 pm
Ames Errantes (c) Aletea and celectis
Vega's official art (c) celectis
Vega's concept (c) Dulcea
Stephan Abrams (c) Dulcea
Banners (c) Dulcea
Ames cert (c) Renault
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