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 Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 8:36 pm
I'll post pictures when I can find them~
My quest for a chocolate cupcake with cherry buttercreme icing~ heart
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 8:37 pm
Current Funds: ~150,000 / Devil Tail
-- Matthias --
Sweet Thing Name: Matthias
Gender: Male
Flavor: Cherry Chocolate Buttercreme
Colors: Red and white with a little dark brown/black in the clothing
Description for Each Stage:
.....[-] Music Box: Dark cherry wood with an outline of Thagos on the top in gold and gold swirls all over at the artist's discretion
.....[-] Grown Box: Same, just bigger
.....[-] Toddler: No preference on the clothing just as long as he has pale skin, dark red eyes, and his hair looks like this colored red. His expression should be pensive but curious. Pose is up to the artist.
.....[-] Child: Again, no preference on clothing. He should be giving a small smile, maybe with his head cocked to one side. Pose is up to the artist.
.....[-] Teenager: No preference on clothing or pose. His expression has turned to a sultry smile, eyes half-lidded.
.....[-] Young Adult: Same sultry smile. No preference on clothing or pose.
Personality: As a toddler and child, he's curious but very quiet and not one to get into trouble, preferring to keep out of Eric's way much as he adores him. He doesn't like to cause Eric grief, so he entertains himself unless Eric is particularly upset in which case Matthias will go out of his way to cheer him up. As a teenager/adult he sticks closer to Eric than before, helping him through rough times and determined to always be there for him, especially as Eric's disease progresses.
Custom Cert?: No
Extra Notes: Matthias has dark, dark red eyes and has a sultry expression starting in his teenage stage since Eric is ghey though it's extremely unlikely anything would ever happen between them (I mean, seriously, Eric's practically raising him from a "baby" XD ).
...so, yeah, pretty much all I really want customized is the gender and his head xd And it's going to take a devil tail for that... sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 8:37 pm
Guardian Name: Eric Light
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Issues In Brief: Abusive father, dead mother, homosexuality, lung disease
Personality: He appears to be tired constantly, but he's always ready to jump at the chance to help his few friends with anything they need him for. He cares for Matthias lovingly and views him as the little brother he never had. Eric holds no hard feelings toward his father for the way he's changed since his mother's death, but it's difficult to just roll with the way he was so abruptly disowned for his sexual preference. He's not openly gay after what happened the last time he was open about it and prefers to just keep it a secret which is just fine by Matthias.
Notes: Eric has Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD). He has had it all his life, but it wasn't until he turned 16 that it began truly affecting him. His coughing spells are few for now, but they can sometimes produce blood and leave him breathless. His parents were paying for his antibiotics until his mother's death, and since then he has been forced to go without, hoping to make it through college and get a job with health benefits so as to begin taking medication again and increase his quality of life. Matthias is the light of his day during these episodes.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 8:39 pm
Prompt Entries
Originally submitted to the first writing contest~
"You just had to be this way, didn't you? You're humiliating the family - what would your mother think? She's probably spinning in her grave already! Don't turn your back on me, you worthless little wretch!"
His father's words from two days past still hurt, causing his stomach to churn every time they replayed in his memory. His response had been that he could not help his preferences and how he had "ended up" as his father said, but that merely earned him his father's fist across his face. He had not returned home since.
Eric sighed as he huddled up in his jacket, unconsciously raising a hand to rub his still tender and bruised cheek. It was not as if he chose to prefer men over women - it just hit him one day. However, he never imagined his father would react so explosively, and what depressed him further was that had his mother been alive, she likely would not have reacted any more positively. She may not have hit him, but sometimes he wondered if that was better. When she was alive, she could verbally disembowel people and not think twice of it even if the victim was her own son.
Still, Eric liked to think that his father may not have exploded the way he had if he had not already been angry with him for his choice in what he wanted to do with his life. Rather than become a prestigious doctor or famous lawyer or even a politician - the meer thought of which made Eric want to gag - he was perfectly happy writing and drawing and had decided to double major in the local university in English and art. Unfortunately, both professions, as far as his father was concerned, were worthless. That was probably what started their relationship going downhill.
Actually, now that Eric thought about it, that seemed to start the day his mother died. She had been complaining of headaches for weeks but refused to go to a doctor, brushing them off as just migraines, but clearly, she was wrong. Eric walked in on her body lying in the kitchen, blood trickling out of one ear. She was already dead long before he unfroze and called an ambulance. The cause of death was diagnosed as an aneurysm, and her death seemed to be the cause of Eric's problems with his father. From there, his father began drinking, and his temper grew even shorter than before. The confrontation from two days ago was not the first time Eric's face had met his father's fist since his mother's death, but it was at least the most memorable. After the last argument, Eric picked himself up off the floor, retreated to his room, and packed two suitcases with everything of value to him. That night, he took a few hundred dollars out of the jar in the freezer he knew his father hid the spare cash, and he left to never go back.
Eric rubbed his sore cheek again with a frown. He was not quite sure what to do from there. He had a part-time job and had stayed in a hotel for the last two days, but eating at Burger King and staying in a $70-a-night hotel was not going to sustain him for long, and enrollment in the local university would not start for another week. He was quickly running out of money but was determined not to run back home with his tail between his legs, especially since he was probably disowned by now if he knew his father.
He spared a dollar in change to buy a newspaper from a machine on a street corner. Surely he could find a second part-time job or a quick task to do for a little money to sustain him the next week though reading the paper in this wind would not be easy. Eric shivered against the cold wind and tucked the newspaper inside his jacket so it would not blow away, continuing his trek up the hill.
Rounding a corner at the top of the hill, he came to a stop and looked up at a sign advertising what appeared to be a bakery. "Moon Cakes?" Eric read aloud, arching an eyebrow at the odd name. He did not remember the bakery being on this corner the last time he came by, but then again, he had not been in this neighborhood for quite a while.
Another gust of wind creeping down the neck of his jacket made Eric yelp and run inside the bakery for a reprieve from the cold. The scent of freshly baking cakes and pastries was enough to make him forget about the cold and at least push aside the dark cloud of his problems for now, and he stepped forward curiously to look through the cases. He could not spare much at least until he found a way to earn a little more money for the next week, but just the smell of the baked goods was enough to make him hungry, and he decided surely he could spare a few dollars. If it smelled that good, surely it tasted just as great, and he could eat while he was looking through the paper.
Eric looked up when he saw a hint of movement and flushed lightly when he noticed he was being watched over the counter by who he could only assume was the owner. "Um...hi," Eric stammered.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 8:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 2:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 3:37 am
Very well planned... and interesting. Good luck~!! wink
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