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 Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 8:12 am
_______Info
>> Name
Degas L'Artisanale
>> Gender
Male
>> Owner
Moros
>> Scent
Wormwood
>> D.O.B
3/29/07
>> Stage
Child
>> Likes
>> Dislikes
>> Personality
Hopeless Romatic, Visionary, Cultured
>> Something Special
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 3:33 pm
 ::Bio::
Name: Degas L'Artisanale
Nicknames: Chiquita
In Depth Personality: A constant romantic who believes that passion, drama, and creativity gives rise to the best in life and the worse.
Degas is an eccentric unrealistic radical dreamer whose beliefs and way of life are outlandish. His dreams larger than he could ever achieve in one lifetime. Culture is his passion and in general he wants to be on the very cusp of the underground.
He is an addict of life and its luxuries. Degas is very aware of his appearance often fretting about the image he puts up for the world. He hopes that he appears as his ideal and is very sensitive to criticism to his appearance, which is a laid back calm but masculine man. He shows a distaste for doing anything girly or his immediate pause in behavior others deem as womanly.
While being sensitive to others’ words it is, and always be very hard to get him to listen to you unless, you are reasonably nice to him from the start as he has a hard time paying attention to others when his own thoughts are so much more interesting than what others have to say (in his opinion). Most of the time, when Degas isn't hallucinating or having very odd creative thoughts, he is the stereotypical artist playboy who needs to be pampered, cushioned, and loved. Desperate for a fainting couch and over dramatics, he would like to be a humanist if he didn't see the benefit of hedonism and narcissism.
Weaknesses: doesn't like critisim, overly dramatic, very fair weather personallity
Strengths: Knows a lot of random stuff, usually witty, and lost
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 3:38 pm
::The Scent:: Wormwood, also know as Grand Wormwood or Common Wormwood is the main ingredient used in the creation of a drink called Absinthe. While the drink contains a minor form of wormwood (known as Pettie Wormwood), a bit of Hyssop, and other miscellenous herbs. Like the drink this is the major influence of this scent. In ancient times, wormwood was used as a stimulant, tonic, antiseptic, pain reliever, and most noticibly in more present times a souce of relaxant and inspiration. Ah, the liquour of dreams. Absinthe's dreamy effect is the result of the mixture of plants that help create it's existence. The result is usually considered a clarity of mind, warmth to the bones, and sometimes known to induce illusionary dreams. It is known for having a particarly strong herbal licorice smell and taste that should not be dominated by alchohol, which is something Absinthe is to all you younger folks out there. Absinthe is also known as the green fairy or the green goddess. In the case of Degas. He is more designed to be like the fairy than the goddess, for good reason, as he is a male...and would like you to know that above all else.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 3:41 pm
::Owner::
"I was born with cheese filling inside!"
Name: Moros
Nicknames: Fox, Oneiroi, YOU
Description: Nosy, Loud, Eccentric
Personality: Moros is odd. Generally easily distracted by much being a fox but all defintions of foxes in myths apply to him as well as some that do not as he is really the God of Doom. Moros is generally cheerful or fluffy moody. When he says stop. Stop.
Weaknesses: Blue Paint, shiney things, easily distracted, sometimes childish or moody, and no ability to fly (YET)
Strengths: Cursing abilities, loudness, annoyance abilities, and ...??
Likes: Blue paint and mischief
Dislikes: Annoying people with no paint.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 3:47 pm
::Family:: "The first Zelda ruled! But you can't deny the hot of Twilight Princess's Link. I mean that just ruled~" Name: Ozma Nicknames: Fanboy, Link Fanboy, Nintendo Hog Description: Obsessive, Sweet, and Gentle Personality: Having an obsession with Link and games since he was only a little tentacle, Ozma is a Jelly from the 5th Ave Shop who is best known for loving on Moros and games. He is a gentle passive person who takes the crazy in life with open arms and love. Not much fazes him but a lot of the time it makes people wonder if he even heard it to begin with. Weaknesses: Link, Nintendo games, games in general, Tetris, and fanboydom Strengths: Gaming Pro and Peaceful attidtude Likes: Link, Moros, and Creativity Dislikes: People breaking his games, REALLY filthy hair An Image of Ozma"Aaaaaaa~ *coooos* :3" Name: Majora Nicknames: Little Mask, Wonder fox, cutie, King of the tenties Description: Innocent, Passive, and gentle Personality: Being only a little one and still new to this world. Majora hardly seems mentioning more than he's usually under the watchful eye of either Moros or Ozma thus dividing Degas's parental watching over in half. He hasn't learned to walk and can't see but seems to be a very cheerful baby with a fondness for yanking pretty green locks. Weaknesses: wavy pretty hair, tenties, and cuddling Strengths: Friendliness, cute as anything, and cheerful Likes: Degas, Moros, Ozma, Tenties, naptime, and kittens Dislikes: distracting loud noises An image of Majora
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 3:48 pm
::Friends and Enemies::
Peppermint - Ment: Is that kid a girl or something?
Pine Fresh - Twine:
Gingerbread - Remi:
Orange Haze - Vanyel:
Spiced Apple - Amahte:
Earl Gray - Nathaniel:
Vanilla Coconut - Calanthe:
Black Currant - Adrian:
Mad Love - Arius:
Sparkling Champagne - Orianne:
Ocean Breeze - Alelisa:
Bubblegum - Pollux:
Rose Garden - Briar:
Calico Jack - Merrick:
Blueberry - Alison:
Opium - Keiko:
Dark Carnival - Anbu: Messing with him is kinda fun. u_U He deserves it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 3:53 pm
::Trinkets:: Gifts from other lovelies  My Fox gave this to me. I like it... Don't make fun of Pinky
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 3:53 pm
::Favored Things::
Things he likes or loves
Book: Complete works of Shakespeare, Metamorphisis, Gardener's History of Art
Media: Acryllic Paint
Music Genre: Alternative, Industral
Bands: Franz Ferdinand, OK Go, Chemical Romance, Deirdre
Ipod: A Red iNano
Hobby: Reading fashion, Painting, and designing
Clothing: Hats with animal ears, engrish shirts, vintage
Animal: Elephants
Movies: The Labyrinth, Alice in Wonderland and Return to Oz
Food: Trendy foods, Kiwi milkshakes, graffiti chocolate bars, spotted purple watermelons, and vitamin enriched water
Toy: Bubble wands
Game: Nights
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 3:56 pm
: razz articular Moments:: 12/9/06 - A fox found a scent.... 3/29/07 - A child emerges. All Hell breaks loose.. 4/19/07 - Degas attends the Ball and meets a friend. Goes for an unsuspected ride 4/30/07 - Meets Qadir again in quieter settings Waiting - Degas meets enemy and the nice lady who raises it! 5/02/07 - Child won't be quiet scream
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 3:59 pm
::Rules::
Don't post here unless I give you permission. Permission will not be granted for anyone who isn't dropping off a gift.
If you want to PM me about setting up a play date or something feel free just title it what you want. Get to the point. I get distracted easily when people aren't forward.
Do not bother me via PM about wanting Degas or etc mating him or what not. You pay 600k out of your own pocket and get your own and leave me alones! stare
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 1:27 pm
Lighting Prompt (Required to reach Lit Scent stage) You have just purchased an oil burner and a specific scented oil from the Solace Scents shop and you can't wait to light it! Now that you're home, it's time to find the perfect place to light that scent! However, strange things seem to happen when you do... particulary with the smoke...
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 3:31 pm
Moros had no freaking idea what he was doing buying something that looked like mellow yellow left out in the sun but he was excited because it was his. The moment he got through the door of his home, he screamed "IT IS MINE!!!" and waved the poor little burner around like a checkered racing flag. "I HAVE THE POWER!!"
"Conan the barbarian refference?" A voice from the bedroom. It was Ozma, Moros's tentacle fox mate of very high fanboy quality.
"Quiet you. I have powers!!!" the strange fox yelled and set his prize down on a little oak table in the living room. "Now where is the fire?"
"Matches?" Ozma innocently corrected him.
"FIRE!!! WHERE IS THE FIRE!!!" Moros screamed stubbornly while trying to push a finger into the soft candle's liquid.
"I think we have matches in the living room dresser drawer~" Ozma chimed helpfully while Moros dug about for the matches. After finding them he lit the little scent and waited watching it. Soft green smoke floated up filling the room with the scent of wormwood. Bored with the display of the scent, Moros flopped on the floor next to the candle and settled to take a nap. Unknown to him the smoke of the candle slowly changed to the shape of fairy wings lightly drifting up into the air.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 7:36 pm
Awakening Prompt (required to reach Child stage) Having run into your last ounce of oil, you mournfully place it into it's burner and light it, letting the aroma spread throughout your home happily. ------ [For Those Who Want To RP Witnessing The Event]You leave for a moment, deciding you felt peckish after smelling something so wonderful, and grabbed a snack from your kitchen. When you return you witness something absolutely amazing. The end result of the incident being a child on the floor of the room. Describe the sight, and the reactions of both you and the child at the end fo it all.------ [For Those Who Want To RP Finding The Child Only]Having remembered something you needed to do, you ran out of your home quickly, forgetting all about the burning oils inside. You return content, having completed your task only to find a small chidl wandering the halls of your home, leaving oily foot steps behind, leading to a cracked burner, and split candle wax. Describe your reaction, and how you deal with the oil tracking child.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:24 pm
The fox had only left a moment to make himself a sandwhich, leaving his precious soda alone to wait for him. However, just as he finished making a BLT, there was a crash in the living room followed by a loud cry then scuffling. Moros blinked then hurried out to the living room to find out just what decided to make a nest in his home, leaving his sandwhich on the counter.
"Who's there?"
There before him was a child trying to munch on the remote control sitting next to a crashed empty glass of what once a very lovely soda. The child looked at him and smiled at him and continued to munch on the remote with it's feet together like a small rodent.
Moros blinked for a moment staring at the oddity of a child seemingly having broken in for food then he noticed the damaged lighter and the wet spot on the couch where the child was crouched.
"Hey! You didn't have to break that and you did not just wet my couch. Couchwetter!!"
The fox snapped and made a grab for the child as the child darted away and whined in a rather eloquent tone, "I didn't wet anything!! YOU brought me here!" the faint scent of wormwood floated into the air.
Moros blinked as the child made a beeline for the fridge already hungry by being lit and looking for anything that looked mildly snackable. The sandwhich was first tested food and immediately tossed to the ground while the fox tried to figure out where the child came from. He couldn't figure it out and decided to ask.
"I'm that thing you lit. YOU poked me. Your fingers smell like dirt." the child replied in a muttering tone as he pried on the door to open the fridge. Moros moved to help the child open the fridge as his foot stepped on one of the oilly prints left by the child. He slipped and fell to the ground landing his head in a puddle of the mess.
"Ughhh it smells bad!!" the fox muttered as the child shoved one of his feet in the fox's face, "Then why'd you get wormwood if you didnt' like the scent?!" He muttered with a haughty annoyed tone and rubbed it about before going back to his hunt.
".....Wait so you're that scent?"
"We've already been through this!! Am I surrounded by idiots?!" The child whined grabbing his head and falling to that ground.
"Dramatic much?" the fox muttered putting his hands on the tiles and trying to lift himself up only to slip back down. "....I wonder if you're flammable."
"I wonder if you're sane." The child threw a tomato at him for his trouble and kept fishing through his kitchen. "I need a name and according to this bannana sticker, Chiquita's taken."
The fox threw some of the tomato back at him. "No son of mine is gonna be a bannana! You're gonna be Degas L'Artisanale! Named after artist and booze!"
Degas made a face but shrugged a name was a name to him. "So now I'm your son?"
"Eh, you can assume the title for now" the fox waved and rolled on to his back having decided to just lay there for awhile since getting up was going to take work. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of his new son riffling through his fridge and taking a bite out of everything in it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 12:23 pm
March 30 - Good Morning Today is a New Day
So I have this child now in my house. It's been forever since we've had a child this age in our house. Well....we actually do have a baby but he's still too small to be too much trouble. Ozma's generally the caretaker for him as it is but that gives me time to deal with our new 'problem'.
Degas is a handful not only because no one was really ready for him to come into the world but also because he's got a terrible habit of getting into everything. He slept on the couch for his first night with us while we decided that the fourth room we use for storage would become his new apartment. So he needed clothes, furniture, and well everything... Yeesh, children are expensive. Ozma and I aren't that poor considering neither one of us really works but the added cost wasn't expected.
So today after gathering some money, I went to take the little guy out to pick up things he would need. The first stop was to get the furniture so that it could be assembled by the time we got back. It seems like he has pricey taste for quality furniture and things around him but lousy taste for good quality clothing. He picked out a very nice dark maple wood furniture with a bunkbed on top and a desk underneath, a trunk for his toys, a nightstand, and a little dresser. All of this furniture was part of a set and probably won't take up that much room since it's fairly large.
After everything was said it was more than I might have expected so I took him to a thrift store to go looking for clothing. We dug through the piles of clothing and managed to find Degas some things that would semi fit him. He's actually a very small child so most clothing- Well most clothing doesn't quite fit on him. Still it was better than paying for piles and piles of clothing that he would wear through like it was nothing. So the next stop was grocceries.
Once again an expesive stop as Degas escaped from me ran down to the vegtable section and bit every plant he laid his hands on then he ran off to the counters with candy and tasted one of every bar there! The manager got involved and I had to pay for all of it before we could even start shopping for real food. Degas had to sit in the cart spazzing because of all the sugar while we shopped. In between everything else Degas had decided that he only eats organic foods so I had to get organic stuff for him to eat (which is expesive along with the mere amounts that kid can eat) and other stuff for the less discriminating eaters. I wasn't quite sure what he liked but Degas seemed to have no trouble throwing things in the cart.
I wish this was the end but after we headed home to drop off the grocceries and clothing. Degas stated that he was bored and that if he didn't get any toys he was going to go insane. Of course I realized that he didn't have anything of his own so it was off to the toy store..There he naturally gravitated towards the brightly colored boxes and crafts. We picked up several craft boxes of different products involving, clay, glitter, paint, and necklaces....Yes, at this point I realized that Degas was innocent..He didn't have a strong sense of gender identity yet. I didn't have the heart to tell him anything like that yet. Nor did expect this rather naieve trait would last long in a world where people were very judgemental. So I let him pick and grab whatever caught his eye, most of which was generally pretty, colorful, or sparkly. Some of the more notable things he got were a couple of books on Oz and Alice in wonderland, a light bright, and a pink beanbag elephant the size of a basketball named Pinky. After collecting all of these toys as well as some more art supplies and markers we left.
When we got home again, Ozma had redecorated our place for a child's suprise party. Ribbons and confetti were everywhere and in the kitchen was a beautiful gourmet organic cake all green in color down to the insides. Degas grinned excitedly and darted for the cake immediately stabbing it with a fork. Ozma emerged from the back carrying a bag of presents wrapped in green and with our other son. He rolled his eyes amusedly and handed Degas the bag saying happy birthday to the little scent.
Degas grinned and started ripping open presents. What a lucky kid. I mean seriously. Ozma spoiled him rotten having bought him tapes on different languages, children's movies, a small red iNano, more books, a couple of comics, and even a computer game. I'd have to ask Ozma where he got the money but it was good to see Degas happy. He dug through the pile happily while I went to go see about dinner and Ozma went to take over watching him.
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