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 Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:32 pm
  Ah, welcome to duplex #63. It was empty for the longest time, but no worries, it's occupied now. If your here for some snooping I'm afraid you're going to be rather disappointed. The place is empty, to say the least. Well, except for the small black book on the bedside table...but you wouldn't want to read that. The man whom lives here isn't as happy and nice as you think, he may seem like your friend, but acting is easy. No, I don't think you'll be too happy if you read that book. He keeps his life in there. Have you met him? ...Yes? Oh my, I wonder what it says about you...
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:34 pm
 Index
1.....Title Page
2.....Index
3.....Foreword/ OOC Updates
4.....A Colletction of Myself done by Myself
5.....A Collection of Myself done by Others
6....Date Book
7....Faces I Should Like to Remember
8.....Photographs
9.....Other Memorabilia
10....Research on The Desert Tortoise
11....[Is Empty]
12....[Is Empty]
13....[Is Empty]
14....[Is Empty]
15....Personal Thank You(s)
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:36 pm
 Ah, so I see you have not heeded my wishes and or warnings, continuing to flip through the white pages of this little leather bound object. What is this object? Simple really, it is my life. With in these pages you will find me...the true me that is. I feel that few should ever truly understand me. Cliché isn't it? It is the wish of all to be understood and loved, yet, so few find it. Over the years this journal has become a place for me to also track changes in my own psyche and growth. If I can't share my life with others, then how can I guarantee my sanity? Who will I turn to in a moment of madness, tug on their sleeve and ask for a quick slap to remind me of who I am? My paper and pencil have long since replaced my human need for company. Those around me, shall form their own opinions. Wether right or wrong, I shall never ask, nor be able to discover. This journal now holds all I shall ever want to keep about myself, it is the only truth.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:36 pm
 Well, lets see here, I dedicated this part of my notebook to me. Ha, ha a bit egotistical, huh? No, no I just kept this section to track the little bits of my life. Important things, things I don't want to forget, things that remind me of who I am. It's important for a person to have a steady hold of who they are, this just reminds me of excatly that. So, lets see, where should I start? I guess I'll do a quick and dirty little spread sheet, you know, the kind you always see in books about famous celebrities. Name: Charlie (Frank) Haston; I never did like my middle name much, I try to keep it hidden at all costs. As for the rest of it well...I don't mind Charlie, and Haston is not half horrible either. When ever I scan my eyes across its squigled out shaps it reminds me of the last name Heston like that famous guy Charleston Heston.
Nicknames: Charles (I've never taken well to anything else).
Parents Names/Ages: Marry Anne Haston (Deceased), Robert Haston (Deceased)
Siblings: I was unfortunately an only child.
Home Town: Escalante, Utah
Current residence: Downtown flat in the pearl district of Portland, Oregon.
Birthday: 10/10/1971
Religion: I don't practice a set religion, remotely close to what I believe in is Buddhism.
Marital Status: Ah, this one depends on who you talk to. To my clients I am a happily married man. Other see me as a lonely bachelor. In all honesty I am single and quite content to be so. Yet, as long as we are on this topic of marriage and relationships. My sexuality is well...something I'd rather not talk about. Honestly I have no desire for women or men. Though come down to it, I'm not sure I could stomach being in bed with a man.
Current Occupation: I run my own practice as a marriage councilor. For a while things were slow but the past year my work has really bloomed, and I was even featured in Portland monthly as one of the top twenty successful and eligible men who started and run their own practice.
Past Life: I'll leave this section to be filled out by someone else in the page after this. All I can say though is my life does have some hidden secrets besides what's listed on the page to come. But...should I write that here? I suppose it couldn't hurt. Besides, my days of gallivanting around the desert as a renegade savior to the wilds are over. The police wouldn't be interested in an old eco-terrorist like me. Whatever I did was nothing to horrible, well, at least nothing they know about.
Favorite Food: Salmon
Favorite Drink: Beer (Imports are best.)
Book: The Monkey Wrench Gang.
Hobby: I may not look it, but I am quite the outdoors man. I love to spend my weekends out in the bend and other quiet areas of Oregon hiking around rock faces. It reminds me of the happy times of my youth. Not that my youth wasn't happy, but wandering the desert let me escape my troubled thoughts sometimes. Living in a small town can be more suffocating that you think.
Pet Peeves: I can't stand it when people try to pull pranks on me, thinking its funny to trick other's for a good laugh. I think I'm a good man in all honesty, patient and willing to work with others, but I'll loose my temper faster than anything when someone tries to feed me some bullshit. When I was little I liked to believe things that people would tell me, but after getting the short end of the stick so many times, I've given up the honesty and purity of man kind. I guess this is why I don't trust people much...why I have this journal. Other pet Peeves? Well I guess you couldn't call it as much of pet peeve as you would call it a--
Hates: --Yes, a hate. Things which make my stomach turn, are few and far between like I said there isn't much anger in me. Though the things I can't stand I can't stand for good reason. Large overpowered companies, especially companies who lack all eco-friendly policies. Blood thirsty money mongers don't care who they step on or what they destroy...I guess my anger of this spawns from the time that C.A.T construction company bulldozed my favorite childhood play site and erected a power company. It was...horrible to say the least, people up in the offices have no care for the rest of the world. Ah, but yes, I think this is best for now. I shan't like to be too long about this. After all, my poor hand is cramping, my body needs a rest from this.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:40 pm
 September 09 2006: Arrival at the island // Page 201 September 16 2006: Arrival at the island Moreau's revenge// Page 202 September 30 2006: Bats Need A Psychoanalysis Too!// Page 203 October 30 2006: Halloween Debate// Page 204October 31 2006: Island Halloween Bash!// Page 205November 1 2006: Turn it Down// Page 206November 1 2006: Changes// Page 207November 1 2006: Changes (Charlie's Account)// Page 208November 07 2006: Truth or Dare// Page 209 November 27 2006: Liamh's Birthday Extravaganza// Page 210December 12 2006: A Little Skin Never Hurt Anyone// Page 211 December 20 2006: You Like Hiking Too?// Page 212December 24 2006: Surprise, Surprise// Page [This Page is Missing] December 24 2006: Surprise, Surprise Pt. 2// Page [This Page is Missing] December 25 2006: And That's Life// Page [This Page is Missing] December 25 2006: Learning to Accept Growing Pains// Page 215
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:41 pm
  Aubery Lockheart, the woman whom I owe my job too. Or I did, at one point. I find her looks to be deceiving behind the outward mask of sweetness is a desperate and dangerous woman. I'm worried for her, I think she has gotten herself into something she can't handle.  Nicolas Moreau, egoist and venomous snake. I've met his type before, dangerous and brash men, always needing to prove themselves through their wealth and power. Usually always due to some long withstanding childhood grudge. Even though my boss, he is someone to avoid. Tommy found it most amusing to tell me I was turning into some giant animal. I was sure he looks the way he does because he is dying and has some horrible wrong with him. Let me say, it was I whom had the last chuckle with him. If my like or dislike of indivduals was founded upon music alone, I'm afraid Ms. Thompson and I would not get along at all. Yet despite some of my wishes, I'm not that shallow of an individual. A lively girl, who enjoys blowing her eardrums out, the color of her hair brings to mind the word, "acid trip" or some such.  Another joker of sorts. Richard was a very nosey man who was hungery for the gossip I had on Moreu and Aubery. I manage to side step most of the conversation, at the unfortunate cost of my own dignity. Richard says I'm in denial and what I say to him is denial of what? I know I'm not allright and working towards a solution.  It seems my boredom has driven me to new extremes. Gaius is a man I met on my way to lunch one day and since I wasn't excited about eating, I decided to stop and "help" with a little problem of his. None too bright, but as good as they come, I've taken to checking his mental progress now and again.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:42 pm
 Because as much as I think Photographs are pointless, it is kind of nice to look back every now and then at the passage of time. Gives oneself a sense of...reality.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:44 pm
 
Scientific Name: Gopherus agassizii
Weight: 8-15lbs
Length:9-15"
Height: 4-6"
Sexual Maturity: 15-20 Years
Mating Season: Aug-October
Lifespan: 80-100 Years.
Typical diet: Herbs, Flowers, Grasses
Description: The Desert Tortoise is an herbivore that may attain a length of 9 to 15 inches in the upper shell carapace) length. Desert Tortoises are flat and pear-shaped and active in summer but will seek shade under large rocks and boulders. The presence of soil suitable for digging burrows is a limiting factor to Desert Tortoise distribution. Some of their burrows just extend beyond the shell of the tortoise inside. Others extend for several feet. A single tortoise may have a dozen or more burrows distributed over its home range. These burrows may be used by different tortoises at different times. The tortoise is able to live where ground temperature may exceed 140 degrees F because of its ability to dig underground burrows and escape the heat. At least 95% of its life is spent in burrows. There, it is also protected from freezing while dormant, November through February or March.
Vocalization: Desert Tortoises make hisses, pops and poink sounds, perhaps as fear and distress calls. Males to grunt when mating.
Horn: Both sexes have a gular horn -- an anterior extension of the plastron (lower shell). The horn is longer in males and often upturned. Males use these in fighting with other males, attempting to insert the horn under the anterior edge of the carapace and by twisting to the side, flip the other male on its back. The opponent attempts to stand as high as possible to prevent this from happening.
Feet: The tortoise's hind limbs differ markedly from the forelimbs. Whereas the hind limbs are elephantine, the forelimbs are flattened with well-developed muscle. They are used for digging burrows. The females use their hind limbs to dig their nests.
Behavior: Fighting may occur at anytime that males encounter one another and usually ends in the subordinate male running away from the other. Where there are cavities in partially consolidated gravels with room for several tortoises, males and females will share theses cover sites. The males may begin to fight upon emerging each day but the importance of adequate cover for protection against extreme heat seems to be greater than maintaining the dominance hierarchy.
To maximize the utilization of infrequent rainfall, tortoises dig catchment basins in the soil, remember where these are, and may be found waiting by them when rain appears imminent. Water that reaches the bladder is not lost to the system but can be drawn upon as needed.
Much of the tortoise’s water intake comes from moisture in the grasses and wildflowers they consume in the spring. During very dry times they may give off waste as a white paste rather than a watery urine. Adult tortoises may survive a year or more without access to water. 
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:52 pm
 *Goes OOC on everyones a*** >o>; ~
-Allright, this section is dedicated to thanks and basic credit. It's only naturally right an polite to do so-
Thanks To:
Arafel:. She helped me with all of this, encouraged me to go for it, plan out my idea, contact Sabin, ect., ect.
Sayuri:. The artist who is doing all the wonderful offical artwork of Charlie. She didn't have to take on my appoitmnet, but because she decided to do an appoinment for the second place concept winner, my charater was born.It was via her generosity that I am here. So, thank you very much.
All Shop Owners: They do a lot of work to keep the place up and running.
Respectufl Credit to:
Concept: Chibi Hige and Sirenz
Offical Art: Sayuri_Nitta
Fan Art: All repsective artists.
Information on the desert tortoise: Desert Tortoise Preserve Committee
Based On: 'The Island of Doctor Moreau' novel by H.G. Wells
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