|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 4:44 pm
  I'll put something here eventually. surprised
1- Intro
2- Dean
3- Task One
4- Task Two
5- Qing
6- To-Do
7- Art
8- AXEL!
9- Resources
10:15- Reserved
Please rip it apart. *hands over a fine-toothed comb*
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 4:45 pm
Name: Deana Sha
Nickname: Dean
Name Meaning: Probably a variant of the roman name Diana. Diana was a Roman goddess of the moon, hunting, forests, and childbirth, often identified with the Greek goddess Artemis. A female variant of "Dean".
Guardian: Alisaia Sha
Gender: Female
Personality: Dean has a hair-trigger temper, often starting to throw things at the slightest provocation. She's easily offended as well, and doesn't take well to criticism. She doesn't like to admit she's wrong, but mostly she tries to please others. She has an older-sister complex. She's got to protect ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that comes into her sphere of influence. She seems to want to protect dark-haired, dark-eyed boys the most, for reasons unknown to even herself. It's rather ironic, since she's afraid of the dark in a BIG way- she probably will refuse to sleep once she gets past toddler stage.
Appearance: Dean should have brown hair, long and probably slightly curly. Her eyes should be blue or brown, and her skin should be tanned. She's on the Texan side of the Rio Grande, so she should appear Caucasian. Black marks should run down her cheeks (like tear tracks) from both corners of both eyes. (think running mascara).
As for clothing, I think that Dean would probably favor loose dresses or jeans and flannel shirts.
Note: O hijo mio! (Oh, my child!)
Concept/Past Life:
There is a legend, existing far back into the history of the world, of a beautiful girl who lived near the Rio Grande. She was a paragon of innocence, despite her beauty, and she fit in well with her conservative community. Her parent's pride and joy, she was respectful and kind to everyone. There wasn't a scrap of evil or disrespect in her body.
When she was fifteen, something strange happened. She gave birth to a baby boy. No one had even thought that she'd been pregnant; she hadn't grown wide with child. Her parents, especially her father, felt betrayed. There was only one option- a shotgun wedding. But when her father asked her who the parent of her child was, she said simply that she had never been with a man. This was hard for her parents to believe. They kept the baby a secret, continuing to send Maria to school while they themselves cared for the child.
One night, it all became too much for her parents. Her father crept into her room after she was asleep and took the baby, carrying it away from her. He took the helpless bundle to the Rio Grande and threw it into the water.
She woke up screaming, sensing something terrible had happened. She checked the child; it was gone. She ran out of the house, and saw her father coming back from the river. By the time she got to the river, it was too late- for her or for the baby. She screamed in despair, repeating the same thing over and over again. "O hijo mio!"
The townspeople soon came out to look, and were horrified at this. Not only had she had a child, she had apparently also thrown it into the river. They dragged her away from the river. She never stopped lamenting her child, returning to the river every night to cry for it to come back to her. Her parents decided to send her away to save both her dignity and their own.
She was waiting in the train station in a white dress, waiting for the train that would take her away from the Rio Grande and her parents, her cruel parents. The last train before her own pulled up, a shining silver train so unlike the wooden one she was waiting for. Her eyes were disfocused, but she knew what she saw in the window of the train. A child's face- her child. "O hijo mio..." she whispered, hurrying through the open door into that compartment. When she found the seats that had been occupied by her child, she found only a doll.
She sat anyway, listening to the doors shut tightly. She cradled the doll to her chest, whispering her three word mantra once more as the train sped into oblivion.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 4:55 pm
Okay! We're doing PHRASE 3. (supplemented by 17)
"Hey, you know..."
-and-
"Well... you see, my father's really quite dead."
AND WORDSET 6.
snap snap!, photograph, awkward positions
She sighed, setting her forehead against the window. "Mom... there's nothing to do," Deana whined, beating her head lightly against the window for emphasis. "Find me something to doooo." She glanced at her mother out of the corner of her cornflower-blue eyes as the woman worked busily at her desk. "Moooommmmmm..." Getting no answer other than that damnable, horrendously off-key humming, the girl sighed and walked over to the desk, climbing to sit on the spare chair her mother kept nearby. She looked over the desk, her forehead furrowed. Alisaia sure seemed to have a lot of photographs...
Her mother's desk phtographs were all in the same style of ornate silver frame, darkened with age. Perhaps she hadn't yet found out how old her mother was, but those frames had to be older. One of them was actually a painting of a girl who looked a lot like the blonde-haired Alisaia as a baby, all chubby. There were more miniscule paintings extended to old, sepia-toned photographs, then to black-and-whites and finally to color photos. Some of them were of Deana herself. There was only one photo that caught her eye and held it- a fairly recent snapshot of Alisaia and a man who looked barely forty. Glancing between them, the girl determined that the difference in ages couldn't be that much.
"Hey, you know..." Alisaia grumbled as Dean climbed over the desk, grabbing the photograph then returning to the chair.
Despite the apparent polaroid-on-the-spot appearance, the photograph appeared to be a very awkward thing. She could tell from the way Alisaia's arm, flung around the man's neck, seemed to be stiff at the elbow. There was a certain stiffness to both the man and her mother's back that made Dean wonder- was this really her mother's boyfriend? Wouldn't her mom be doing her whole uber-happy smile thing, where her golden eyes lit up and sparkled? "Mom, who's this?" she asked, holding the picture in front of her mother's face.
The blonde woman shot Dean a slightly annoyed look. "I can't see to tell you, Deana," she snarked, taking the photograph and placing back in it's place. "It's my father, at any rate."
This was new information. Alisaia had a father? Well, damn- if today wasn't surprising... "You have a dad?" she asked dubiously. She thought dads were for normal people, not her mom. Dean didn't have a father, and she wasn't normal like Kenneth from Green Lane... "That's weird, Mom. Can I meet him? Where does he live? Is he on Black Court?" Alisaia held up a single well-manicured hand, the white nails flashing in the dim light from her lamp. Dean persisted, asking one last question as she tugged on her long, stick-brown hair. "Why hasn't he come to visit you?"
The mother sighed. "Well... you see, my father's really quite dead." There was a hesitation in her voice, and Dean nodded. Not like Alisaia would lie anyway, she said lies were proof of a lack of trust in humanity. "So it's very hard for him to come visit me or meet you," her mother continued, her voice slow and measured, "simply because he's not alive. I'm sure if he knew you existed and he were alive, he would run to meet you."
Well. If that wasn't the cat's pajamas. As her mother stood up, she quickly took the vacated seat and looked over the room from her mother's vantage point; the chill from her mother's body made her shiver, but Dean liked to look across the dark, elegant room from this place. The stained-glass windows reminded her that this was once a cathedral; gutted by fire. She could imagine her mother's camera going snap, snap at the fire, taking pictures of the place she would renovate and make her home. The girl didn't think to question her mother's morbidity. Alisaia was just the way she was.
The door shut softly; her mother had left the room. Dean shrugged, and grabbed the picture of Alisaia and her dad. "Well, it can't hurt," she reasoned, flipping over the picture and prying off the back cover. The picture fell out of the frame, along with a letter addressed to her mom. The brunette looked at the letter, and judged it uninteresting. She put the letter back into the frame and settled the back of the frame back on, setting it back. "She'll never know!"
Holding the picture, she scampered out of the room. If she hurried, Alisaia wouldn't notice the strange stiffness of her shirt.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 4:57 pm
Whilst this is the angelic post of taskness, number two.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:06 pm
Name: Alisaia Sha [AH-li-SHY-ah SHY]
Name Meaning: Alisaia- "Colorless Crying Dark-eyed Girl" Sha- Noble
Nickname: Shy
Age: Adding in the factors of her race, she is 26.
Gender: Female
Birthday: December 24th
Birthplace: Barton Memorial Hospital
Residence: 12 Black Court, Aekea
Personality: Alisaia is the worst kind of psychologist. She believes hard work and a lot of exercise can cure anything- and works it on herself. This results in a very strange combination of "candid philosophy" and detached emotions from the rest of the world. But she does care for people, and often it shows.
She lives by the philosophy "A sound mind in a sound body" and acts on it 24-7. She's never not moving, and expects those whom she knows well to keep up with her. For a psychologist, she can be very inconsiderate and tactless, but usually that's outside of therapy- and her advice, as mean and badly timed as it can sometimes be, is often good.
Interests: Writing, child-raising
Favorite Subject in School: History, Physical Education
Weak Subject in School: English
Her Dream: She feels she has accomplished everything she can.
Other: Alisaia's family believes in adding a syllable to your name whenever you grow a significant amount. Originally, her name was just "Ah", which means "colorless". When she turned fifteen, her second syllable- "Li", which means "girl"- was added on. Her next syllable, "sai"- which means "crying"- was added at her next age point. Her last syllable, another "Ah", was added on her last birthday.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:11 pm
To Do:
Doodlesketch some Dean? and somehow scan it.
Look pretty.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:41 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:42 pm
VIII! AXEL! By the way, I made that. No stealing. Unless I say so.
*hits self on head, yo*
No advertising in the quest thread~ they will see soon enough... with the DEAN PLUSHIE.
>___________>
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:53 pm
Wikipedia- La Llorona
La Llorona
I don't remember where I found the picture of the girl and the train tracks. Full credit to that photographer.
And the lyrics are from Dropping Daylight's "Tell Me".
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:55 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:09 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:11 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:13 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:18 pm
And then there was Sora. We call him "where intelligence goes to die."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:31 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
