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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 4:45 pm
Introduction:These pages you hold, that your eyes feast upon are the recorded memories of a time long since past.
So please treat these pages with the utmost respect.
For you never know, just when they might fall apart. Please do not post in this journal unless you have permission. Those who may are: [The Staff].
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 4:51 pm
Pet Statistics: Who are you?
Name: Fainauriel
Meaning: Fire White
Gender: Female
Orb Type: Kitsune of Hope
Owner: Jescobe Homiko
Stage: Undera
Description: Periwinkle skin, blue eyes, grey hair and ears trimmed in white.
Personality: Sulky and curious, she'll use every weapon in her arsenal to get her way.
Friends: None
Family: Arwin
Mate: N/A
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 5:06 pm
Player Statistics: Who am I?
Name: Arwen Vanitess
Played By: Jescobe Homiko
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: (image coming Soon)
Arwen has shoulder length fire engine red hair and yellow-grass green eyes to match. He's a little on the short side, standing at an all time height of 5'6".
Personality: Though he dislikes cracks about his lack of height, he isn't a typical red head. He doesn't blow a fuse at the little things, its mainly the large stuff that will get him to show the famously expected red-headed temper.
History: Arwin had a typical American family in the middle-class side of town. His parents were divorced after the arrival of his little sister, Lily, when he was 4 years old. Once Lily turned 4 herself, the two of them were shuffled from home to home, until their Father moved out of state with his new wife. This didn't bother Lily as much as it had Arwin, because he'd thought things were getting better between the two of them, as he'd still blamed his Father for the lack of warmth he'd show his mother. But Amy-Lee never seemed to show her dislike of her former husband around her children, never mentioned anything about a new man or a chance at remarrying. Amy-Lee never said a word, because Amy-Lee was always working. Which left the raising of Lily to Arwen, and everything else to Arwen as well. He cooked what little meals he knew how to cook, cleaned the house, washed the clothing, went to school and did as well as he could. As Lily grew older she too began to help out, and soon Arwen found himself kicked out of the kitchen, and the wash room, and told to 'Be a Boy' for a change.
He was lost, and turned to the only other thing he knew how to do. He studied harder then ever, because he had more time to stick his nose in a book. He worked out at the schools gym, helped his favorite teachers before and after school, and took an interest in pottery. Skills he'd never thought he'd ever learn he'd learnt. He learned about being an Adult, and how to get into and out of Adult situations. He dated girls, and once a guy, and found out what it was like to be loved by someone other then a family member. Basically saying, he grew up, and gained the well of knowledge that comes with it. But one thing never left him, from all his years of growing, and that was his shy curiosity. Something which led to his taking the art teachers post at the brand new high school four blocks away from where he currently lived.
Friends:
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 5:39 pm
Accommodations: Living Space? Is this space that you'd live in?
Arwins Paintings
Kitchen
Living Room
Bedroom
Bathroom
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 5:40 pm
I've seen you before...but where?Interactions
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 5:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 5:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 5:48 pm
I am but a dream Growth Status
Orb to Undera: Finished
6 journal entries: Done
Undera to Corsea:
+12 journal entries and regular RP: In Progress
Journal entries made: 8
Roleplays: 0
Corsea to Coursier/Courtesan:
+18 journal entries and regular RP: Incompatible
Journal entries made: 0
Roleplays: 0
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 5:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 6:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 6:12 pm
Why is it...that they always say to look in the most least likely of places to find what you've lost? Because, most of the time, it's true. Like the one time I'd found my phone in the freezer, and had to go buy a new one because not only had there been condensation on the inside, it had frozen over solid.
Now, this time wasn't so bad. I found my wacom tablet pen under the couch pillows, but since when did I ever own a glowy orb? I'd seen things similar to it before, but always in toy shops in the discount bins. This ball though, didn't mix the colors when you shook it, and its sides were certainly most solid. No funny shapes for Mr. Grouchy Ball. Yes, I did call the orb Grouchy.
Why? Because the gas....liquid....stuff on the inside just swirled and rotated faster, as if in annoyance. Or the cranky grouchiness one experiences when one first wakes up and sees your little brothers ugly mug grinning down at you. Before you realize that the clocks red smear does say it's 4 a.m. and no the house was not burning down.
In the ideal situation, you'd just roll over and go back to sleep, happy, because you're now one brother less and the black carpet hides the bloodstains. It's a pity that real life has to be different.
So, back to the orb. What is this thing anyway? Ah well, I'll find out eventually. Finders, Keepers and all that Rot.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 8:11 am
He'd taken the orb to bed with him, and nestled it in the rarely used body pillow that had taken over the other side of the bed. That had been a normal enough action for him, because he'd never quite gotten the memo that boys were not allowed to sleep with stuffed animals past the age of 6.
Even his girlfriends, when he'd gotten high enough in their good graces (and when he'd had them) had commented on the single ragged stuff wolf that sat on the window sill. It was a part of his childhood that he'd refused to let go of. But childhood reminder or not, he'd never caught himself reading out loud to his wolf, like he did with this orb. This strange, bizarre orb whose colors swirled a little faster, as if urging him to keep reading. Granted he was prone to speaking to himself, low grumbles under his breath or full blown arguments with his conscious. But only his silent walls and his wolf had ever been present for them. And they couldn't comment by a subtle shift of rotary patterns.
He grumble to himself about the insanity of it all, but still couldn't shake the feeling that this orb...wasn't just an orb. So under its silent encouragements he picked up where he left off, in mid sentence, and submerged the both of them back into a Fantasy world.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 10:37 pm
Now things were getting a little ridiculus with this orb of his. After what he'd dubbed 'the Fantasy Night' where he'd ended up staying up until 4 a.m. reading out loud the first Harry Potter book to an orb (that would have probably fallen asleep halfway through had it been 'alive') he'd awoken to something cold pressed against his chest. Cold thing + nipples = near instaneous arousal. Which was bad for someone whose only relief was a jar of hand cream and some tissue.
Arwen frowned at the orb, sleep muddled brain idly noted the swirling colors were sluggish, before promptly closing his eyes in a vain attempt to fall back asleep. "'n noon." He slurred, "Nu plah bfr thn." One hand slid up the silky bedsheets to cradle the orb closer, and for a moment there, he could have sworn he felt the darn thing pulse in time with his heart.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 5:36 pm
Noon had come and gone, and with it the rituals of the 'morning'. Arwen now sat at his bar with a bowl of authentic Tonkotsu ramen and beni shoga in front of him. He sighed heavily and half heartedly poked at the udon. He didn't notice his orb start to roll, oh so casually, towards the plate with the beni shoga, until it was nestled in the very center of the thinly sliced pickled ginger. The green eyed man snorted at his orb, and poked it with his hashi. The orb twitched but refused to move. "I'm not tossing you into the bath with me." Arwen said, returning his hashi to his bowl to fish out some kelp. "You can stink of dried ginger for a bit."
The orb wobbled, rolled out of the ginger, off the table and right onto his lap. He hissed in slight pain, and glared at the orb that was now somehow, making a nest out of his boxers.
"Fiiinee. You can take a bath with me. Just. Stop. Moving!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:57 am
After that mornings incident Arwin had devised a plan of sorts. He'd take the orb with him by attaching it to a chain. He knew the thing was...alive, somehow, and it would either hurt the orb badly, or even kill it, if he were to put a hole in it. So a little bit of creativity and a whoop of joy, when he found some left over string, he'd fashioned a necklace of sorts. It was easy for him to slip the orb into, and out of the netted harness, but nearly impossible for something without thumbs (or fingers for that matter) to get out of.
He grinned at the ginger scented orb, who's swirling colors showed that it was less then amused, before tossing it into the filled bathtub. The orb acted much like a cork would, dipping under the water for a moment, before bobbing up to the surface to float there idly. It was cute, watching it twitch away from the floating glaciers of foam, only to ram into another. "Don't go anywhere." He said, waving to the helpless orb, "I'll be right back. Left my pants in the bedroom."
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