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 Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 8:59 pm
I'm often referred to as: Vela Llhoran I last celebrated my {90th}birthday. Well, I'm normally grouped in with the: Drow My last makeover looked something like this:  
Vel has sharp blue eyes, shot white with black end bobbed hair. She usually wear a pair of patched jeans and a loss long sleeve button up shirt. Her face face is friendly and open, and she heard that she is somewhat pretty.} *I'll take two!
Truth
Magic tricks
dyed hair
Dawn
Flexibility
Open conversations
Good and trustworthy friends
*Ugh, I'll pass, thanks.
Stupidity
Arrogance
Piousness
Greed Well, it all started when: our boat landed and my world ended. For a long time my family had lived afraid in the outside world. And my parents had grown tired of the all the underhanded, constant fighting, and political trickery that occurred in our world. This desire for change came at the wrong time since I had just past my final stages in schooling. The boat wasn't waiting and I could stop it if I tried. While on the voyage I learned several useful things such card and parlor tricks. I helped out on the deck gain the flexibility and strength. A new start, in a place where new is the norm makes the transition easier, but that doesn't make living on ones own easy. Seeing as my father died while trying to help some former royal soliders who turned on him and my mother has been unstable ever since, I don't think its going to get any easier. There something up there calling the shots: Electra Luna
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 12:52 am
I'm often referred to as: Zoey DarkbriarI last celebrated my 119th birthday. Well, I'm normally grouped in with the: Wood ElvesMy last makeover looked something like this: A little on the short side with dark skin and neat, short, pale-blond hair. I generally dress in comfortable, yet fashionable clothing commonly with accessories that show my love for sweets.
 I'll take two!
Baking
Baked goods
Warmth
Coffee
Plant life
Energetic people Ugh, I'll pass, thanks.
Rude behavior
Over-confidence
Superiority complexes
Things that are too complicated [especially mechanical things] Well, it all started when: I grew up in a small town just outside of Barton. We were never very wealthy, but we weren't poor. Lower middle class I think covers it. My sister and I always dreamed of getting out of that small town to do something with our lives. It was one of the few things we both actually agreed on. We left home together and traveled around, looking for a good place to start. For years I worked in bakeries, trying to perfect my trade. When I finally thought I was good enough to start my business, however, I found out that the years of training wasn't the hard part. My sister and I kept traveling, looking for better work to save up for our respective businesses. Eventually, we found a nice neighborhood where the prices were low. The economy had dropped pretty severely after a civil war cleared through, and we took the opportunity to our advantage. There something up there calling the shots: Koji_Mitsukai
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I'm often referred to as: Abigail DarkbriarI last celebrated my 119th birthday. Well, I'm normally grouped in with the: Wood ElvesMy last makeover looked something like this: Kinda short with dark skin and cropped, messy, light-blond hair. I wear dark clothes and a set of goggles, just in case anything spills on me while I'm working. While I'm not working I'll include a few steam punk accessories to show my love for old mechanical devices.
 I'll take two!
Gears, cogs, nuts, bolts, etc.
The smell of oil and gasoline
Complicated mechanical devices
(preferably ones I can dismantle to
experiment with)
Coffee
Rain, cool weather
A good sense of humor Ugh, I'll pass, thanks.
People who are too perky for their own good
People with attitude problems
Being called short
Well, it all started when: I grew up in a small town just outside of Barton. We were never a very wealthy family, but we weren't poor either. My sister and I always dreamed of getting out of that small town to do something with our lives. It was one of the few things we both actually agreed on. We left home together and traveled around, looking for a good place to start. I speant years working as a mechanic's assistant, trying to perfect my trade. When I finally thought I was well trained enough to open up my own repair shop, however, I found out that the years of training wasn't the hard part. My sister and I kept traveling, looking for better work to save up for our respective businesses. Eventually, we found a nice neighborhood where the prices were low. The economy had dropped pretty severely after a civil war cleared through, and we took the opportunity to our advantage.There something up there calling the shots: Koji_Mitsukai
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 6:32 pm
I'm often referred to as Spencer Deline I last celebrated my Thirtieth birthday. Well, I'm normally grouped in with the Elves, ******** face. You got a problem with that? My last makeover looked something like this:   +I'll take two! - Art
- Tattoo Shoppes
- Tattooing people
- Meeting new Tattoo Artists
- Beer
- Barbeque's/grilling
- Food +Ugh, I'll pass, thanks. - Vampires
- Those furry fags with the sharp teeth
- Doing 'Tramp Stamps'
- Those who disrespect Art
- Porn. 'Nuff said.
- Rap (Especially in MY ******** shoppe)
- Interns Well, it all started when I left the tattoo shoppe out in Barton. I was moving to Durem because I had better opportunities out there than I did in Barton. Well, I move to Durem only to find myself surrounded by amateurs, and that 'Ultra Vegan' ********, and soon enough I quit the joint in pursuit of my OWN shoppe with better clientel. So I came out here to the republic, and found that it was very much worth the move. I ******** hated it out there in Gaia. It's here where I found that I can work better, and actually feel a better connection with my clients. There's something up there calling the shots:Styk_Figure_BoB
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:08 pm
Angelo! is this a present for meeeeeee?
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:56 pm
For both of us, actually.
What really inspired me, though, was the show "LA Ink". The guy, Corey, inspired me to do this character. Sooo. . . smile Yeah!
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 8:01 pm
well I think that the two will meld amazingly. When I made Sonya I had Kat in mind soo there you are.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 8:06 pm
Oh my God, Skotti, we're a pair of ******** geniuses, Man. I'm dead serious!
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 2:24 pm
This is great. I helped to tie it in a bit (and I wanted to bring up the lotus mark at some point) If you guys rather I edit it thats fine. I'm really glad how this going. 3nodding
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talkingpenguinpants Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 10:49 am
Thank you, Pen! biggrin
I like it just fine, you don't have to edit anything out!
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 6:45 pm
I'm often referred to as: Alendrea "Rose" Vendoramere
I last celebrated my three thousand two hundred fifty eighth birthday.
Well, I'm normally grouped in with the: Dark Elf
My last makeover looked something like this: Long silver hair, soulful red eyes, and pale blue skin. Rose loves to wear dresses and skirts, most often in earthy tones of brown or green. She carries a tall, carved wooden staff, and often wears a bag as well, with various supplies for healing, dressing, and generally treating wounds, and always at least two books.
((In general, she looks like my avatar. this, or this, or this.))
I'll take two! Churches
Books
Animals
Books
Food
Ugh, I'll pass, thanks. Unnecessary violence
Absence of libraries
Rudeness
Disrespect towards the Goddess
Well, it all started when: Born in the time of the Underground, Rose was quite close to her parents growing up. She spent much of her first few decades of life in the Church--where the young Drow were taught just about everything--which resulted in her being quite religious, even though her parents, having learned in the Church as well, were not. After her schooling, Rose continued to spend her time between the Church and the library, and grew to be a respected Healer.
When war broke between the clans, Rose was naturally a neutral party, often having to dodge through battlefields wearing the deep scarlet of a healer. After the first few months of being nearly hacked in two, Rose decided it was about time she learn to use some form of weapon, if only to defend herself; so, she learned the quarterstaff, thinking it unobtrusive and useful. Later in that long war, Rose was traveling the fields again, searching for wounded that she could still save, she came across her father, one arm taken clean off, lying among the dead. She soon found that he, too, was dead. Not far from him, though, her mother lay dying. Rose did what she could for her mother, but was ultimately unable to save her, though there were many tears shed by both parties.
After a self-imposed exile, Rose returned to the city of her birth and to the Church, seeking solace in the Drow Goddess. Many years later, she finally came to terms with the death of her parents. By then, Rose had become one of the best Healers in the city, called upon often by sick and injured Drow. She also dabbled in the Arcane, though met with limited success. Eventually, she decided it was time to leave her home and see the world. She spent time with the Light Elves, Humans, and even a short stint in a Dwarven community--though that didn't last long, given her heritage.
There something up there calling the shots: th ii mble rose
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 8:13 pm
I'm often referred to as:{Sinmur'ss Oussmtor}I last celebrated my {85th}birthday. Well, I'm normally grouped in with the:{Drow/Dark Elf}My last makeover looked something like this: {My hair is short in the front and on the side, with a long mid-back piece in the back. I'm short framed with long and muscled limbs. From all the time in the underground, my skin has a rather obsidian look. My eyes are red and large, and on my Audrey Hepburn style face. I think I look rather cute.}  * I'll take two!
*~> Exploration
*~> Magical Studies
*~> Sunshine
*~> Art
*~> Asian Clothes
*~> Sword play
*~> Good Friends
*~> Cooking* Ugh, I'll pass, thanks.
<~> The Underground
<~> Hunters
<~> Bad music
<~> Idiots
<~> Sore Losers
<~> Whinny peopleWell, it all started when: {I hail from the land beneath your. Where the costumes and speech is very different. There I was the daughter of noble people, but like many before we couldn't hold the power long. Fleeing I walked even further into the dark realm. Where I am from, all the people of a family must die or else all must suffer. They hunted me and I could find no safe heaven beneath the ground. I departed leaving the faith, people, and culture I knew for the bright world. The surface world. I knew I couldn't stay on the mainland, so after taking a job as crew member of ship. I sailed around and saw many things, filling in jobs that others were either to ill or unprepared for. But they continued to hunt me, this time in revenge. In the last confrontation, I managed to ride myself of my pursuers, but sadly I could not stay. The captain wouldn't allow it. Joining another vessel ship, I set refuge in a strange land that I had heard whispered between my fellow elves. I worked for my stay on the ship and earned enough of the captains trust that he gave information on possible people to talk to and how to make a home for myself there in the elven refuge. I walked out onto land with hope. Praying that here I can find something of worth. A home.}There someone up there calling the shots: Alykacha #006699
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 4:31 am
I'm often referred to as: Sapphirianna or Sapph I last celebrated my 298 birthday. Well, I'm normally grouped in with the: Elves My last makeover looked something like this: 
*I'll take two!
Writing
Reading
Practicing swordplay
Meditating
*Ugh, I'll pass, thanks.
Spiders
Snakes
Loud people
Underground
Idiots
Well, it all started when: Lost, hungry, and tired, Sapphirianna wandered up from her homelands. She was bloodied and covered in cuts and bruises, but she continued to stagger along and finally healed. She does not recall what had happened that wounded her so, it is possible that she refuses to recall the incident, but she still has a scar going across her backside. She started training herself in swordplay and considers it an art and self defense. Soon, she created her own honor system and abides by it. Even though she still does not know what exactly happened that forced her above ground, she becomes nervous sometimes and fidgets rarely, but from some unknown fear.
There something up there calling the shots: Sapphirianna
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 1:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 8:17 pm
I'm often referred to as:{Riina}I last celebrated my {2,000}birthday.Well, I'm normally grouped in with the:{Dark Elf}My last makeover looked something like this:{At 5'3 1/2 I'm rather stoutly built with what I consider a nice plumpness to me. I have long brown with I usually put up in a bun and then stick under my beret. I have bright green eye, a dainty little nose and half-full lips.} *I'll take two!
{-} My magical shop
{-} Trixie's Sub-Sandwiches, with a bowl of soup.
{-} Herbs
{-} My sister
{-} Reading romance novels
{-} Magical Items
{-} Cappiccinos
{-} Good Friends
{-} Nice Costumers
{-} My assistant*Ugh, I'll pass, thanks.
&)& Nosy people
&)& Messy places
&)& People who mess with my family
&)& Rainy Days
&)& Annoying people who think they know everything (even after they say they came to your shop for advice- I hate those people)
&)& The sound of a squeaky door.Well, it all started when: {My family use to be part of the Royal Magi Council thingy. We use to be the head of it. In till a political storm over my grandfather's decision to have my father replace him on the council was meet with strong opposition from a competing family. I never saw the glamorous room, or even the Council chambers that my father spoke about so often. Instead I grew up, under the strong banner of my family's Magical Shop: Rilyn'neld or House of the Arcane. The Revolution that lead to our current republic took a hard toil on my family. Both sides wanted our help just like many other magic users. The ideals that motivated the masses broke my family up driving my brother to join the Loyalist, who was followed by my father who hoped to bring him back. We never saw them again. Our mother upset by the lost of her mate and my child joined the Revolutionist. While the other members gone, my sister and I struggle to keep the shop safe and our daily lives well cared for. By the end we had managed to keep everything going, after thing got tougher for us. Our mother had become sickly and thing in general were tight due in part to the lack of costumers. Eventually the Country righted itself and our family managed to get itself together. My sister went to teach magic at the University and I stayed here to take care of the shop.}There someone up there calling the shots: {Antique Whisper} #996699
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