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Ianna Umbridge Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 7:10 pm
 Cert HereThis is a Private Journal. You will need permission from eternaldelusion before you are able to post here. We ask you not to beg eternaldelusion to allow you to purchase, take, or trade their child. They are NOT for sale in the least bit. If you want one, you will have to visit The Ghosts of the Past shop located in Breedable/Changing pets. Concept © Kyrianna
Art © Kyrianna and The NozomiAbout TrentAwakened: 01-26-07 Gender: Male Guardian: eternaldelusion Species: Kraken
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 9:48 am
-> You are here
-- About Trent
-- His Past
-- Photobook
-- The Family
-- Aquiantances
-- His Knicknacks
-- Quests
-- Art
-- Other/misc.
-- The Finding
Updates
Jan. 26, 07: Billy finds the shop and gets the wand
May 01, 08: Billy comes home to find a very, very strange baby in his fishtank.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:01 am
 Name || Trent Swanson
Stage || Baby
Gender || Male
Abilities || So far has only shown the ability to breath/sleep/exist under water, and swim faster than most ten-year-olds Billy's seen.
Race/Species/Element || Kraken
Personality || He's a quiet, generally calm baby, prefering to just sit and watch, or quietly play. Unless, of course, he's hungry, or really, really disagrees with something, then he's the loudest baby Billy's had the pleasure of having to calm down.
Distinctive marks || Slightly rubbery feeling skin, and red lobster-like claws.
Likes || Being in, or around water or the sea; tuna; bathtime; brightly colored objects, particularly pink or orange; blowing bubbles; naps.
Dislikes || Being out of water for too long (still a sensitive/whiny baby); complete darkness, sleeps with a nightlight; loud noises; fire.
Hobbies || Swimming; sleeping; sleep-swimming>
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:02 am
He had no problems staying up a few days longer, floating in the ocean like a giant, rock island, so the islanders could fish the sea-animals that were attracted to his presence. They had, upon truly learnt of him, found that him being there proved to their advantage, and he was treated like a deity, worshipped by them for what they offered. They lived in harmony, him and the islanders, for a long, long while. He wasn’t the monster he’d become through decades of storytelling. No, he didn’t get that status until THEY came. He didn’t know their names, or where they came from, and neither did the usually peaceful island folk. But they came, and he watched them with interest as their white sails appeared on the horizon. He’d been floating out there, nothing but another giant rock to them. He wanted to investigate, but didn’t move. Couldn’t. There were people fishing, he’d drown them if he moved.
He stayed still as they approached. He stayed still as they stopped, and an islander went on board. He stayed still as he watching them talk, using their hands for the most part. But as the island-man was run through with a cutlass, he jerked ever so slightly. Well, to him, it was, but it sent huge ring waves crashing into the canoes and ships, tipping most of the canoes, and rocking the ships almost onto their sides. What was happening? He was confused, and felt an out-of-place anger building up. He lifted higher out of the water with a groan, and he was vaguely aware of the muffled shouts coming from the people. His hearing wasn’t so good out of water. He watched, as enraged, the invading people began the slaughter of the people he hadn’t already killed. Then he saw them, the other ships heading towards the island. No…this was his island, he couldn’t let them hurt it. It kicked in, the rage he was meant to embody. His fear only fueled it. With a tremendous roar, he lifted his arms, ensnaring the closest fleeing ship, and crushing it clean in half.
As he dragged it under, it didn’t go unnoticed.
He heard a whirring noise, and was once again, was confused. But he forgot about that, as there was a loud explosion startlingly close to him, and a searing pain. He roared again, descending again and leaving behind a deadly whirlpool, that capsized two more of the ships. He cut through the water, then underneath the offending ship, his many arms shot out of the water. The near-human mind he’d been granted was clouded with anger and pain, and he was bent on one thing. Destruction. Destroying the ships, and killing every single living thing on board.
He surfaced again, after crushing the ship into three parts, only to be met with more pain, more horrible bangs. One after the other, they hit him, as he wrapped his appendages around yet another ship. He could feel his mind fading, but still, he crushed and turned. Another onslaught, and he couldn’t move now. He sunk slowly, letting out a pained whine, reminiscent of a whale. As the darkness started settling in, a darkness much more thorough than the ocean bed, and the pain subsided, he was left with nothing but grief. He’d tried…he’d killed more of the islanders than the evil men had.
As he slipped away, reaching the rocky ocean bed, there was only bitter sadness left, and the last thing he heard was a single voice, screaming a language he didn’t understand. The only word that registered, that made any sense, was the fearfully uttered ‘Kraken’ then he was gone.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:05 am
Current || Baby -~-  He was a stick, with barnacles and mood swings, that sometimes smelled a little fishy, and liked to flood the house...that's it really.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:09 am
Name: William 'Billy' Broderick Swanson
Age: 28
Hair: Blondie
Eyes: Blue
Appearance: He's tall, lean, with a swimmers build. He lost his nice tan, in this non-Aussie sun, and has tribal tattoos on his lower back.
Occupation: A professional diver and oceanographer, and marine photographer part-time..
Likes: The sun, the ocean, fish and chips, and travelling.
Dislikes: Meat, heights, big cities, and cats (he's allergic).
Hobbies: Sailing, surfing, diving, keeping fish, and cooking.
Personality: He's a rather friendly person, but is very spontaneous, and irrational, and often times, quickly angered. He's also been called 'hyper' and 'spastic' more than once.
Big Sister
Name: Christine Swanson
Age: 7 years.
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Green
Appearance: She's a...rugged child. Wearing boys clothes, with her hair in a messy ponytail or braid. She dislikes shoes, and if she has to wear them, will only wear sandles. She has a spattering of freckles on her nose.
Occupation: Student
Likes: Frogs, outdoors, animals in general, and bugs.
Dislikes: Rain, rice, her teacher, and being told 'no'.
Hobbies: Hunting for animals, catching bugs, building sandcastles, and swimming.
Personality: She's a very outspoken tomboy, with a mind of her own, and a snarky attitude. She is friendly, don't get me wrong, but only if she really likes you or, or if you have candy.>
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:10 am
Elina - Is the most wonderful and friendly lady in the whole WORLD! She's always very nice to Trent, even if she is the one that brings Jiang over all the time >(
Jiang - Is a smelly and stupid boy with weird eyes, who always blames Trent for everything and fusses whenever Trent tries to cuddle! But, he is Trent's primary play buddy, and he DOES like him, he just would never admit it. He looks forward to his visits, but sssh, its a secret.
Razelt - Met him and his mother, Nataki, on the way to the mall. They had a brief game of tug-o-war with a doll Trent found, which ended with the destruction of the doll, and Trent gaining something to chew on (namely the doll's arm). Then they all went baby-shopping.
Raz makes amusing noises, so Trent automatically likes him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:10 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:11 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:12 am
Sort of baby Trent thing (not very good for reference, 'part from the skin color, recolor of a different baby I did) : |X|
Group picture of Trent, Jiang, Billy, Elina, and Chrissy: |X|
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:13 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 6:08 pm
||The Finding||HereStatus: Not completed.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 12:44 pm
||Willian, Christine, and Elina||HereStatus: Not complete
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 9:19 am
||William, Christine, Nessalyn, and their respective sticks.||HereStatus: Not complete
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 9:31 am
((First actual journal entry, forgive me if anything is done wrong.))
Journal,
Not two months have we been here, and already I've up and taken something strange in. It seemed off right from the beginning, when I was asked to touch a sodding book. Now I've got a stick that, no matter how many times you dry the bloody thing, come back five minutes later and it's wet again.
You can't win with the damn thing.
And that's just the first of the oddities this things brought on. The next one's a lot more concerning. Christine, being the young girl she is, took a liking to the strange object right away and begged me to let her keep it in her room. I agreed, but every night, for the four nights it was in there, she had nightmares about drowning.
She didn't understand when I took it out of her room, and was upset, but she doesn't need to. Now it's sitting up on the mantel, and she's banned from touching it. All it does now is sit there, and sometimes leaves a puddle around it.
For curiosities sake, I dabbed my finger in it and put it in my mouth. It tasted like sea water, which was shocking, as we live nowhere near the ocean right now.
It seems best to get rid of it, but I can't. Everytime I think of it, I just shake my head and go about my business.
I feel like I'm in over my head, and it's only a wet stick. I should go ask more questions, I think...
~William.
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