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 Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 5:49 pm
//Periodical Quote: December 22th: It's aliiiive!! Baby Caden has been born on Christmas eve eve eve on page 651, thanks to Canta's waaaay too generous heart. <3
December 20th: Cleaned up the Artspace (images can now be found alongside Caden's physical analysis) to make room for a time line.
December 19th: Added a huge analysis of Ethan.
December 16th: Hi, I've added small changes to the story today. Nothing big, but something, at the least.
November 24th: Shia just drew the smexiest pic of Caden EVAR. Check it out and prepare to fall in love HOOOO!!
Oh, and I promise to update this thread and redo the story, because I really disagree with the way both are going right now.
November 4th: Thanks to Fatcat I now have a Caden Plushie. HUZZAH.
And also, thanks to DeMoNtAiNtEd, I have another picture of Caden to show off. Score one for the fog-man!
October 30th: Added "Awful Reference Images"
October 29th: Added quite a long analysis of Caden. Tweaked a few things.
October 23rd: Completed Prologue and Part I of story.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 5:50 pm
//Alleyways1 Periodical (updates)
2 Alleyways (navigation)
3 History (storyline)
4 Caden (analysis)
5 Ethan (a briefing)
6 Time line (recent)
7 Credits (to thread)
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 5:51 pm
//History Author's Note: Though there are numerous grammer, spelling, and other errors, please do note that they are actually meant to be there. In an attempt to write this the way a British boy would have spoken it during that certain era, my mind fancied these abrupt and incomplete sentences. Also, know that this is form of speaking has never polluted the British nation and is solely a figment of my imagination. Understand that I didn't do very much research, and the research I did do is embarrassingly crude. However, please enjoy the story nonetheless.Quote: Prologue
I dunno how long I’d been here. In the textile factory, I mean. A few others here’ve told me I was turnin’ fifteen this year, and I thought: sure, why not?
See, Mum and Pop hadn’t never showed up after they’d let me against the front gate, so no one can really tell how old I am.
I don’t think I could call these people here my own mum and pop, even though they’d kept me. It’s not right fer some reason.
Sometimes I wish they’d just let me when I was a babe.
M’name’s Caden, and they call me an orphan. It means my mum and pop’re gone for ever.
We’ve named this year the year of 1898 – but don’t go asking me why. I ain’t supposed to ask why. I listen and obey, is all I’m s’posed ta do. And right now, they’re havin’ me feed wool to the machines. So I do as I’m told.
I always do as I’m told.
Who knew that could kill someone?
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Part I
It’s not anymore, but it was – London was – filthy as hell. Worse than they tell’em now in ‘istory books, but that’s ‘cause they’re real scared now.
They’ve tried to forget us on purpose, you see, but… we’re still here.
Soot from just about everywhere came and rested on t’streets. Alleyways ain’t never checked for garbage or nothin’ else. And our rain just goes and makes mud ever'time it came down pourin’ and no one dares ever ta go out after the streetlamps do ‘cause London was most filthy with the poor and homeless who’d steal anything.
The textile factory, where they kep me, used ta be heaven. It seemed nearly a playground, ‘cept so grey and quiet you nearly wonder what’s the matter with all the childs. But you don’t say it aloud if ya’ve gotta work here.
I know how dim I was, now, ‘cause each clink of’em rotating wheels and belts made of steel and iron was merely a countdown til something sickning happens.
But ya don’t get ta know’t ‘till it’s your turn.
The usual scream in my ear awoke me up at four. So I folded up and brushed my teeth. I’ll get breakfast at three in the ‘noon tagether with both lunch and dinner, if you catch what I mean.
They handed me wool for the first day today, I took it, and went to the feedin' machines. See, my job was to put the wool inta the spinner, n'after it's done, someone else takes it out and ya've got yourself a nice roll a string.
Too bad that was my only mistake.
B’fore I knew it, m’hand was gone and the others were screamin’. I don’t blame them.
No one could afford fixin’ me up and so I was given two pounds and a yellow pill.
They pushed me out onto the street then (it was raining b'fore, but now it ain't), and there was nothin’ left ta do ‘cept walk.
Where? Didn't matter. I knew what was gonna become of me, and m’hand – or what was left of it – was numb anyway.
I gave m'two pounds to some poor bum kid around fifteen, he'd need it more than me, and thought somethin' about bein' fifteen m'self. The last thing I saw was a bag of junk in the alleyway.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 5:53 pm
//Caden  Name: Caden (last name nonexistent)
Gender: Male
Spirit: The London Fog
Awful Reference Images: 1 2
   Physical Analysis: Due to his situation at the time of death, Caden has, in a nutshell, become the London fog. At his will, he is able to dissipate into a fog-like state, with no constant shape; yet he can also reconstitute himself just as rapidly, gathering his sparsely-spread consciousness into its human form. Because of that, he remains invisible to human beings most of the time, with the exception of a certain few he has formed a permanent bond with.
However, under the most favorable shade of sunlight, and particularly during the first few minutes of dawn, you may see him as well as anyone else. His long, tussled hair is a naturally-bleached blond, extremely wispy, and therefore follows every whim of the wind. Caden's eyes are a piercing turquoise -- the color of the ocean found offshore of the Caribbean Islands -- creating a huge contrast against his mellow-colored hair and pale face. Though, in his short lifespan, Caden's eyes were clear and full of hidden ambitions, they are now more obscure and clouded, as a result of his experience throughout the centuries.
Note: Due to complications to be mentioned later on in the history section, Caden is unable to solidify his right hand. It remains constantly in a fog-like state, trailing away from his forearm.
Fashion Sense: At the time of the British Industrial Revolution, and under his social status, there was little concern for fashion. Caden wears a dirty, wrinkled white cotton tank-top, and white cotton shorts that are just as soiled. He doesn't change out of these rags. Ever.
Note: As the story develops -- and it will develop -- Caden will go through a change in costume. However, as of now, he's still in raggedy rags.
Behavioral Analysis: Caden doesn't like to speak. Therefore, his facial expression, the flickering of his eyes, and his physicality are extremely important in an attempt to understand him. Few have ever heard Caden speak, and even fewer have heard him carry a tune, though he denotes that humming is his favorite hobby. Around people, Caden subconsciously puts on a cold exterior in order to defend his inner naivete and willingness to trust. Though it was mostly displayed during his time alive, Caden is extremely unselfish towards others, and has always devoted his time and efforts to someone other than himself.
Because of his "condition", Caden has remained alone for eons by himself, unable to physically communicate with a human being, thus losing his affinity for this type of contact. At the moment, he is most likely to be found traveling the streets of London by himself, deserting the fleeting strongholds in his mind that may explain his existence, and dwelling mostly in his own imagination. Anyone can tell that it will take quite a lot of effort to bring him out of this trance of sorts.
whee the ocean, rivers, cold temperatures, early dawn & twilight, hot apple cider, chocolate, the grass growing between cobblestones, butterflies, trees, the city, lights, carnivals, dinner rolls, tea (and he's got a right to, doesn't he? Being British and all), dogs, cigarettes, books, music, old firearms & weapons
stressed talkative people, those who walk through him without apologizing, the heat, airplanes & cars (modern machinery in general), spectator sports, eggplants, litter, cats, pollution
Um. I didn't make it this long on purpose. Truly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 5:53 pm
//Ethan Name: Ethan
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Occupation: Boarding School Student
Physical Analysis: Ethan is a slim young man who got his particular figure from practicing tennis with the pros back in the United States. You could say money gave him his stature, because without it, he wouldn't have gotten the exercise that he did. Coming from a well-to-do celebrity family who always had paparazzi on their tail meant that Ethan's superfluous presentation has always been of great importance, and still is. Because it is quite easy to spot Ethan's signature brown hair and gold eyes during his frequent trips out and about, he has made an effort towards getting a natural tan as often as he can, to hide their contrast. Though he attempts to stay anonymous, what Ethan fails to notice is the attention that he gets from his habit of wearing the season's latest styles.
Fashion Sense: The season's latest styles. No matter how much they cost. Hey, the guy's got good taste -- what can I say? This winter in London, layers are definitely in. As are pea coats, turtleneck cashmere sweaters, berets, scarves, and boots. Not to mention a designer canvas bag for his "schooltools". By the way, black is still the new black.
Behavioral Analysis: Obviously, you can't blame Ethan for being just a little bit cocky, cold, and unfeeling. It's not his fault. He was brought up this way. Luckily for you, Ethan has a great sense of humor to accompany his faults. Besides that, Ethan can be the physical carnation of life itself. Usually soft spoken in public, Ethan's alter-ego (which shows up at parties and large social occasions with alcohol) has a reputation for having the shortest fuse in Hollywood. But again that con comes with a pro: if he isn't set off unexpectedly, Ethan often becomes the life of the party.
Throughout his life, Ethan's loved ones have been constantly notified of something that seemed awkwardly missing in the child's development by his peculiar outbursts. It was normal for Ethan to be the quietest, gloomiest boy on the Beverly-Hills block during the daytime. However, once in a while a desperate and unexplainable rage would build in him that simply rises and crashes like the ocean tide (this leads to him becoming a boarding school student at the age of 14 -- explained in further installments of the story). All in all, though, Ethan is the celebrity kid you've always suspected he was... just with a few phenomenal quirks.
Note: You will most often see Ethan in "party mode". Just because.
whee air-travel, bustling capitols, throbbing music, 11pm~4:30am, coffee, wine (or alcohol in general), cell phones, cars, clothes, the city, lights, roller coasters, cream cheese, soccer, tennis, cigarettes, dogs, movies, flirting
stressed bragging, loudmouths, rumors, room-temperature salad, waiting, mud, litter, bad breath, pollution, snobs
Again, this section just kind of grew on its own. I had nothing to do with it.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 5:54 pm
//Time lineComing soon...
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 5:14 pm
//CreditsWriting, design, and illustrations (c) Rebelli0n, 2006
London Eye photo (c) Phil Holden
Caden Art (from left to right) by shia-san, Fatcat, and DeMoNtAiNtEd
Incantation of the Spirit (c) Incantation Esprit
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 4:58 pm
oooh, lovely so far~ heart
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Incantation Esprit Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 7:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 8:12 pm
I really should add more to this before a boy's flatsale chance goes by.
[/butissobusythesedays]
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 5:02 pm
ninja Not sure if I gots his colors just right... but I hopes ya' like the sketchins 3nodding 
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 5:21 pm
Holy moly -- how about a YES to that minishop?
Did anyone say collection?
Did anyone say "Hey Rebelli0n, go and freaking add on to this quest?"
Um, yeah.
You guys are the best heart
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 5:24 pm
he, good to know y'like it cool xd
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 5:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 5:50 am
I love this concept! Caden seems like a really cool dude, foggy and whatnot. Sophie would love to run through him. XD
His personality is neato, too: very different from what I've seen in other concepts, where the kids are either angsty emo tools with a Mysterious Past and/or Dead Lover or happy-go-lucky idiots, sugary enough to rot diamond teeth. Did that make sense? XD
Plus, his misty qualities and lack of right hand tickle me pink. heart heart
And I simple adore your banners. *o*
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