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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 9:35 pm
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Name: Ophelia "'Lia" Jigoku Age: 22 Sex: F
Appearance:
Personality: She is a sarcastic, biting person from her years of hateful abandon, and the cool hand of her master. She is a snarky girl normally, but when she's at a party she changes into a sweet, free, bubbly girl.
Major: Classic Dance
Minor: Modern Dance
Likes: She likes chocotinis in glowing glasses, with a white chocolate garnish. She likes people who respect her, but don't grovel, and she love people who like to explore new things.
Dislikes: People out to hurt her. People who try to touch her.
Bio: She was bred in a small, dirty breeding house. She was lucky enough to be sold to a rich young girl who pampered her as she herself was. When she took ballet, so did 'Lia, when she was taken on a thousand dollar shopping spree so was 'Lia. But, it ended after her Mistress died, only 9. 'Lia was taken and used in the most hateful, vulgar ways by her Mistresses father, a man broken by the death of his child. She was beaten, thrown across rooms, raped, burnt, anything the man could come up with. She was allowed to continue ballet, mainly so she had something to live for, some small joy left. She snuck out after he was asleep, never getting caught coming back from raves. Some nights he would come into her room and whisper her Mistresses name, and pet her head. He died when she was 13, and she lived with her Mistresses aunt, who kept her in ballet and sent her to college to become famous.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 10:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 1:13 pm
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Name Shal Age 21 Gender Male Species Elf/Canine? Description Shal is 6 feet 10 inches tall, jade green eyes. He keeps his hair short and colored blue. He dresses in dark clothing, his pants usually faded and ripped from fighting, he prefers a long black coat. Shal has a very solemn character he keeps his emotions from consuming him everyday, He sticks to the library for the silent ambiance. Shal's past is filled with heartbreak and violence, his body scarred. Shal is straight and single, he wouldn't mind someone to love or understand him... he always looks forward to a new friend. He can be seen wandering the campus at night staring at the sky, deep in thought.
Bio Shal was born deep in the woods with a loving father and mother, they relished there child. One day dark figures where spotted in the forest. His mother ran inside there home hiding him. The Dark figures approached there Cabin. The last thing he see is his parents being ripped to shreds, holding each others hands. They burned his home unaware that he was there. These Dark Figures are known as the Pure Blood. he grew up fostered by Elfs. He Never fit in being pushed and picked on, he had to fight to hold his own.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 12:20 am
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Name Houshou Age 25 Gender Male Species Flying Squirrel Description The Short Version Houshou was actually the runt of the litter that was born. Most of his siblings were of averaged size. But one of his brothers was actually born almost 4 times larger than the rest of the litter. In fact, the doctors didn't even know Houshou was part of the litter until this one had been removed. Fully grown now, Houshou is still, not much bigger than he was born. He stands a massive 10 inches in height! His small body, though is massively toned and sleek.
Bio Houshou's eyes has caused much dissent between him, his parents, and some of his siblings. Since he could talk, Houshou was seen having full conversations with people who weren't there. Believed to have been a plague and a curse from the Devil he was quickly disowned by his parents. Though his larger than life brother always had a soft spot for him. He helped Houshou out until he could live on his own. Being such a small size, Houshou learned that you have to be fast. Speed was the key to survival. Being that small he was a target for natures predators. Coupled with his natural gliding abilities, travel-agent has almost become his middle name. But 90% of his travels stem from spiritual business. His strange eyes allow him to see the souls of those who haven't passed on. deciding to take upon him the title of Grim Reaper, he study self-defense and slowly integrated his own style while wielding a specially made sized, scythe. Little he may be, but his speed and now Deadly Arts, have kept him alive for almost 5 years. Recently he has decided to go to College to become somewhat of a Private Investigator. To help solve crimes against the dead, so that this world may see some, more peaceful times.
Likes & Dislikes Being small has advantages and disadvantages. 1: He loves just about any space in which he can glide in. Especially Grand Hallways. 2: He hates opening doors. The hassle of doing so is so not worth his time, and the fact that a key is knee high to him. 3: He loves catching rides on peoples shoulders from place to place. 4: He "hates" mislandings on female shoulders and ending up being a bit more...forward than normal. 5: He "hates" women who don't take to kindly to his "mislandings" and hit him away. He was only being playful. 6: He knows he's short...chibi short... lets see you battle against Psuedo-chibi-cuteness. He'll get the girls, most of the time. 7: Yes, small "things" come with his small "package" He knows this... don't hurt his feelings because of it. I mean, what did you expect from a 10 inch tall Squirrel? A prize package taller than he is? 8: Yes, he's small...get over it. 9: Remember that part about him seeing and talking with the dead... do you wanna be apart of that equation? No, then quit the itty-bitty singing! 10: He really is a great guy... I mean think about it. He requires less than a third of the normal living space for normal people. Hell, he lived with one family for so long, they almost didn't know he wasn't there...until the wife came home and he was passed out on the table counter...thats how he found out brooms do hurt.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 8:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 6:47 am
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Hearing nothing from the other side, the larger than life Flying Squirrel opens the door and walks in. The room appeared to be about the size of a normal apartment living room. Giving enough space to accommodate 2 college guys. One sliding window faces west, giving a great third floor view of the grounds right outside. Setting the box down, he picked up the boards and the hammer and began looking around the room. Finding a corner that faced the window, he measured out a little over five feet down from the ceiling and began to create a small shelf using the boards, the hammer, and a few nails he had in his pocket. When it was done he placed the large box on it, spinning it around until what appears to be a small door on one side was facing him. Stepping back he looked it over, than sat down tired and exhausted from the trip. As he drifted in and out of sleep, a very small version of this larger than life flying squirrel glides into the room. Seeing his brother fading in and out of consciousness, he quickly finds his box and climbs up into it. Once inside he begins cleaning up his portable home.
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