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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 10:31 am
 To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.
But wherefore let we then our faithful friends,
Th' associates and copartners of our loss
Lye thus astonisht on th' oblivious Pool,
And call them not to share with us their part
In this unhappy Mansion, or once more
With rallied Arms to try what may be yet
Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell?
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 10:48 am
Name: Vocalization
But you can call me: Vo, Voc, Mali
Age: Too young to drink or drive
I enjoy: Drawing, roleplaying, playing Ragnarok and NWN2
I could do without: Homework, mathematics
I like to do a lot of stuff, mostly involving paint, a Wacom tablet, and some food dye for when I need to know what blood goes where. I run the Japan Culture Club at my school, where we don't so much learn about Japanese culture as watch a lot of anime and drink tea. I design clothing for 60-centimeter asian ball-jointed dolls, also known as dollfies, and hope to have one myself (I will name him Wenanthscier!) by my birthday. <3
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 10:51 am
Name: Ithiel
But you can call me: He has no nicknames yet.
Age: Hatchling
I enjoy: Hiding
I could do without: Psychic dragons, annoying females
Defining Attributes: Fog-like coloring
Ithiel has not developed enough to have anything to put here! Oh no!
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:15 am
Name: Alter
But you can call me: Kid-sis, Allie
Age: Nine [unborn in canon timeline for at least two more years]
I enjoy: Running, jumping, tending the garden, looking at pretty dresses, letting Mama play with my hair, riding the big horsie with my brother, listening to Daddy tell scary dragon stories
I could do without: Cooking, housekeeping lessons, learning to write because isn't reading enough?, mending socks
Alter was born a sickly blue; following the tradition of their small port town, she was named "the other" in hopes that the Angel of Death would pass over her. Whatever magic was at work in her name worked, and she started wailing right on schedule. Her parents decided to keep the original name as a sign of their good fortune.
She lives with a normal family, with a father who works the land, a mother who takes in laundry and cooks to add some extra income, and a brother who is a knight. Throughout the household, she is recognized as almost spoiled, but her mother cannot work up the heart to make such a cheerful kid sit down and be quiet. She always has to be the center of attention, which causes troubles when there's plowing or threshing to be done.
Most of Alter's chores involve cooking, darning socks (she hasn't quite mastered patching more important clothing yet) and helping out in the vegetable garden. She enjoys being outside- she is an agoraphile, always wanting to be out in the open. Sometimes she gets claustrophobic and has to go outside for a bit.
Her only contact with dragons has been seeing them fly overhead and through her father's bedtime stories, mostly involving scary dragons locking up long-haired princesses in tall towers until the good Knight saves the day. Nevertheless, she'd like to meet one someday.
Overall, despite all influences, Alter's a good kid with a big smile.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:36 am
Interaction between Ithiel and Alter
None yet T^T Ohnoes!
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:37 am
Roleplay Log
None yet T^T Honoes!
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:42 am
Random Writing
there is nothing here... yet >_>
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 11:54 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 5:32 pm
Ithiel was stalking... stalking rabbits. He had been told by an older dragon that it was good preparation for hunting later in life, when he could fly with a dragon-bound and all. Sure, he could rely on his mother, but no one followed him when he said, hunt. Being alone was pretty nice...
And then something fragrant and hard bounced off his head, into the grass before him. Ow.
"Hey, you, get out of here!" A brown-haired young boy, blade by his side, was yelling at him. Ithiel could smell the same fragarance on the hard thing as on him. "This isn't any sort of place for accursed dragons!" He started coming down off the raised platform he was on, clambering gracelessly in his attempt to catch the dragon hatchling. With someone having disturbed his alone-ness and obviously intent on hurting him, Ithiel did the only sensible thing. He ran like the hounds of Sheol were chasing him. It wasn't fast enough- the brown-haired kid tackled him, gashing his head on Ithiel's horn. "Maybe I shouldn'a let you go," the kid grumbled, "so I better've fix it now." The short, child-sized sword was lifted over his head and Ithiel tensed, preparing to bolt.
[in progress]
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