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 Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 12:02 am
What You Shall See Within This Magical Scroll~
1. Piatro Espasio
Perfomer
Kes'sarria
Starter
2. Abel & César Novoya
Archer & Performer
Wisteria
Starter(s)
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 12:03 am
Only a small Glance.... →↓↖My Birth certificate declares : Piatro Esposio→↓↖The Pendulum has swung this many times: 28→↓↖My chest declares: I am Male→↓↖ I hail from: Kes'sarria→↓↖Class: Performer →↓↖ My Expertise: Starter Tier of course, give me some time to wow you personally~→↓↖ What keeps my hands busy: I’m a Puppeteer most of the time, but any type of entertainment never escapes from my grasp. I own my own place called the 'Laughing Wire' →↓↖ Religion: --- Look but No Touch~ →↓↖ In comparison to a tree I’m: Six foot five →↓↖ The Pigmentation of my Lion’s Mane: Is pure snow white→↓↖The vast pools I view through: The right I view the world in dimming hazel, through the left I see fiery crimson→↓↖What you Gander at: Piatro is hardly ever seen without a top hat or Jester’s hat on, sometimes going as far as to combine both into what he calls the ultimate hat. In contrary to the belief he is always wearing stage makeup Piatro skin is truly as blanch white as freshly cleaned cotton. Underneath his always present hat is his just below the chin length hair, always seeming to flutter in its own direction rather than falling flat.
On his shoulder will usually reside a teddy bear of unknown origin and as if it doesn’t exist or he is simply embarrassed by it he will never explain the reason why it sits there so lifelessly. With it’s nearly as white complexion and missing eyes it is more then disturbing to people who aren’t used to seeing it, not that it bothers Piatro to have people flee from the unknown creature. On the forehead of the disturbing critter is a light green pentagram. Be it for magical purposes or show is unknown but people seem to believe it keeps a housed soul in the bear from wreaking havoc. If closely observed one would notice the pentagrams that pop up occasionally on his clothing, they are usually the near invisible wire he uses for his puppet acts but it is never understood how they reside there even when he is asleep.
As for his clothes Piatro prefers to wear tight fitting clothes colored either red, black, or gold. Though it is possible to see him wearing other colors if he doesn’t have excess to his three favorite pigments he will wear whatever is available at the cost of his usually emotionless composure. A frown is seen on his face whenever he isn’t wearing one of those colors while also contributing to him being more angry and upset for random things even go as far as to lash out at people for the simplest of things. His colors state his mood for the most part and the wrong color always ends up making a bad day for anyone close enough. Black is calm, yet happy sometimes plotting; Red is mischievous, playful, and energy; Gold is a color he doesn't wear often for it signifies his cocky attitude and willingness to try something new. It's a mystery what makes him to wear this color, but it's a good belief that new people he meets make him want to wear it.→↓↖What I use to create chaos: Though it is hardly ever scene simply because of its thin appearance Piatro totes around a seemingly endless supply of thin wires capable of meshing together into a whip. More often then not the strands are wrapped around each of his fingers and when he is attacking he will leave them sprawled out to make the lashing hurt just that much more. When twined together the tips are left flayed open so each individual strand, ten at max when both hands have their wires together, break into the opponents clothing and skin without problem. Tearing into skin as easily as a knife through butter if not more sickeningly and painful.What Makes my heart Beat →↓↖Kissing Whom?: Single and shy about changing it→↓↖This fragile thing called a Mind: I am a quiet person by nature seeing as I was shunned in Kes’sarria for my extremely white hair though it was later discovered I was an albino and my hair suffered more from it then my skin. Something that shouldn’t have been so hard to figure out upon birth since it wasn’t as rare as the doctor’s thought it was… Though that is a different story not meant for eyes at the moment. Actually it wasn’t only my hair that gave me such trouble, you see I was and still am a little touched in the head thinking my marionettes can speak to me and eat like myself. My most precious one is Panu who sits on my shoulder. I ignore most accusations directed at such a creepy thing sitting there but when we’re alone I lavish him with affection and love fitting a king. When I get to know someone I become a slight chatterbox, certainly being more talkative then my shy phase but still prone to keep quiet if not directly involved in a conversation.
I have been told I’m eccentric with my fixation on creepy dolls and blood… More than once I have been told to switch professions, but I find it more fun to give laughter then screams… Though I tend to slip on those rare occasions my colors clash… My visible eye shrinks to the size of a grain of rice when I have one of my fits of violence, lashing out at even children and animals with these tendrils of wire until the red soaks my clothes and brings regularity back in my world.
I like to say I like to read and learn when I’m left alone despite my better judgment. I feel much better in a crowd with all eyes on me despite the fact I don’t like to speak but perform, no one ever said I had to speak during my performances after all. Reading books faster then most people and still absorbing the material I have been blessed with photographic memory which in turn helps me when I’m stitching up a new friend for my acts or visiting some historic place I didn’t know about in my homeland. Don’t let anyone tell you intelligence get’s you nowhere in a war bound world, it makes just that much of a difference when you know about that sinkhole twenty kilometers to the left of the temple filled with poisonous snakes when being chased by a wayward Wisterian.→↓↖ The Tome of the Past: I didn’t have much of a happy childhood perse... My parents abandoned me due to my abnormal hair pigmentation, which wasn’t really all that abnormal once I figured out what it actually was. Though I was left for dead I carved out a niche for myself entertaining others in a way to fill the empty void of my own heart, the smiles of others filling this empty wasteland of a emotional mask before fading into the blank nothingness I adore and am so accustomed to. Along with my usual emotionless features I gained a twisted alternate ego from the abuse that was suffered from the misunderstood people I had to grow up with. One too many times I have been pushed to the edge or not giving my favorite colors, which sent me into such childish fits of rage he is known to so vicious they had to strangle my body in a straight jackets to keep me from causing harm. So saying, it is understandable why I was in an Insane Asylum for ten years.
During my ‘brief’ stay in the Asylum I came across his wondrous gift to manipulate items with thin strings attached to my fingers, able to maneuver my marionettes in such intricate ways it wasn’t understandable how it was done. Thus in my youth I escaped my white plush prison, leaving the inside a fresh red as I came across the strangest oddity of outside these padded halls. Sitting directly outside the doors of the Asylum lay a disturbing little bear that seemed to be whispering my name whenever I tried to distance myself from it, when I grabbed the thing it’s little sewn lips formed a creepy smirk and somehow made it’s way to my shoulder where it constantly sits despite being placed there or not.
That was eighteen years ago though, I am a ‘healthy’ man now living out my days as a performer with an interesting and dark past. My weird habits of talking to myself and keeping to my lonesome have struck many a rumor throughout the world, but none have yet to try and remove Panu from my shoulder… Not that he would let them do such an atrocity without losing a finger or hand in the process… He’s nice too however, I would simply take away those beautiful windows to their soul so their ugliness could no longer view my darling Panu. At least not without crying crimson tears so beautiful befitting my living masterpiece created of plush and needles.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:12 pm
A Hidden note ۩The Alphabet Soup : : César & Abel Novoya Clocks tell lies, but we bend truths : :Both 24 ۩The Organs that separate us apart : :Male(s)Flags are fun to watch in the wind : :Wistera ۩We are Talented in the ways of : :Abel is an Archer whilst César is a PerformerGame Initiated : :Starter Tier۩Things to Do when bored : : We do whatever Odd-jobs we come across. César mostly brings in the cash flow.Who to cry to when out of luck : : --- Only what your eyes can tell ۩Compared to you : : Both 6 foot 2 inches Elegance from the Scalp : :Both have dark orange/brownish hair۩Hypnotizing pools : :Two sets of Piercing GreenWhat makes us Individual : :Both of the dear boys have their own set of fashion, but when they like to confuse whoever they are hanging around with they tend to wear the same attire. With eyes as beautiful as shimmering emeralds and hair overflowing to their shoulders it makes an interesting conversation figuring out who is who. The guessing game clothes they wear is usually composed of a dark suit ensemble of reddish color and a dark black necktie. The only way to tell them apart are their eyes, seeing as a childhood accident left Abel’s right eye left it just a slightly different color. Though of course they wouldn’t let you get close enough to tell the difference that for it is no fun and presents no challenge.
When the boy’s aren’t sharing clothing and messing with the minds of the nice Wistarian’s Abel is usually seen wearing loose fitting clothing such as a T-shirt and baggy pants with chains attached(A fetish his brother got him into) so he has the ability to run and leap without worrying about his pants ripping. Though in the past the overly baggy pants he has chosen have gotten him stuck on fences with their shiny accessories a few times he continues wearing them seeing as they provide the best coverage for his ‘toys’ and other interesting items. César on the other hand loves his clothes tight to the point one thinks he can’t breathe. Usually seen waltzing the streets in a sashaying manner with an ornate vest on his chest and leather jeans clinging to his rear for dear life, though they will be removed sooner rather than later…
In the short run when trying to decide who is who without getting close enough for them to change clothes the more breeze feeling and jingling one is Abel and the one without the ability to hide a hard is César. ۩Hurt you once shame on you, Hurt you twice shame on us : : Abel has available to him a miniature (detachable)crossbow he made himself which is stored in both his pockets, the chain interlinking the two pieces always showing out of his clothing. When detached and folded the chains can act as a hook and hold a reasonable amount of weight before snapping, thus the reason for the iron cast in the middle of it along with the sharpened edges revealed in the inner part of the interesting weapon. César on the other hand has his trusty whip made from twining a few rose stems into the leather created to make the whip. Though he doesn’t carry it with him often seeing as it clashes with most of his outfits and work when he does have it is strung about his hips almost like a hip, dangling like his brother does his chained crossbow. Looking Within the Microscope Who our eyes are for : :Lovingly Entangled with Each other ۩The little brain theater : : Abel is quite level headed and calm for the majority of all situations not involving his spontaneous brother César. Where Abel would calmly interrogate someone for information pertaining to his job, which is anything from delivering news to getting dirt on a random fellow. César would go the extra mile and simply use the power of intimacy or carnage, whichever suits him better at the time until he gets the answer out of the target. Preferences to either male or female doesn’t matter, but having the appearance of a gorilla or being over the age where wrinkles can no longer be hidden almost guarantees a beat down for information. When neither are doing work they can both be seen giggling and having fun with each other, having shared one trait of devious intent for the rest of mankind. Though they would never go as far as killing someone apart of their prank unless the person in question deserved it they can go quite far with their little tricks.
Abel when alone tends to keep to himself and read books with gusto unknown to most people, pouring himself into scrolls and literally diving into books for a majority of a day only to be seen at times for eating being more than usual with him. Though his facial is usually close to emotionless there is always a hint of a small smirk tickling at the corners of his mouth whatever his current situation may be. When in a group of people he tends to be more of the listening type rather than the outgoing, enjoying things in the background and then putting in his five cents once he understands what is going on more. Another strange aspect of the silent wonder is his controlling nature he presents when he can’t quite grasp something. This usually showing it’s ugly head when he is in waist deep in a conversation and can’t make heads or tails of it. His only showing eye growing more serious and hard as he asserts a menacing tone that snaps most people into attention, some people have even gossiped his hidden eye emanates an aura when he really gets angry. It is a true sight to behold when this almost hippy looking man with his eye patch takes charge, but by no means is it to be laughed at. With the intent to rule and the ability to take charge with either voice or force this man is not to be messed with and nor is his brother who he holds in high esteem despite his angst.
César when alone goes crazy, going so far as to down a whole case of beer and then romping around the city looking for a party to keep himself from ever being isolated. The thought of reading being the most deplorable act he could think of other then getting married to a girl. During his drinking bouts it is usually his brother who finds him half naked and sprawled somewhere on a park bench with some random stranger that drank themselves to death, one of the deadly aspects his brother has being an ability to consume more alcohol then a normal person. After a few patch ups and kisses César becomes jelly in Abel’s hand and follows his every order to the T. When placed in a crowd everything gets very loud, very provocative, and very fast. As stated slightly before when it comes to drinking and having fun César is the first person you can trust he is the best man for the job. His comfortable attitude and near boasting remarks about his higher than usual love for Abel never being far from his lips as he jumps on the hottest person at the party and brings them to a pleasured stupor that lasts for days. Nowhere near as controlling as his seemingly innocent and calm brother César finds it more amusing to be manipulative doing the only thing he knows best, pleasure and performance thus the job as Performer being the best thing since… well… Porn. Marshmallow Gathering : :Since they were young the two boys have never been seen far apart from each other be it during those cutesy potty training days or the days of their first steps.(Ironically both gaining the ability at the exact same time) It was only when the twins both discovered the meaning of love and an eternal bond that their true colors shown. Abel always being the more dominant child approached his brother one day and planted a kiss on his face after sneaking a peak on their parents beginning the first round of intimacy. When César was left wide eyed and stunned Abel pouted sadly that his brother didn’t understand what the action he took meant. Four more years later at the age of twelve César finally understood the message his brother was sending him and gave it back in a more passionate way, a way a normal child who never snooped into their parent’s rooms to look at the naughty magazines would ever understand With a smirk and a giggle Abel held his brother tightly as he finally understood the unvoiced love he held for his brother, after so many years of wondering if what he did four years ago ruined their bond at all.
Once they turned eighteen they began to show signs of their more prominent traits, César turning out to be more flamboyantly gay than he was in his younger days and Abel becoming more and more lax yet stern when the time was right. After absorbing and understand the boy’s traits their parents began to worry about their relationship with each other, the idea of two boys getting together with such polar personalities never quite seemed to fit into their minds at the time. However, on one stormy night when the boy’s parents came to check in on them they were shocked and appalled to not only see them sleeping on the same bed, but intimately entangled with each other.(Not sexing you naughty people!) Ripping the teens apart from each other and both being separated to be beaten for the awful crime they committed against the ‘normal’ standards of society they were banned from seeing each other for a whole year, their parents hoping the time apart would cleanse them of their actions.
Despite their parent’s wishes upon being reunited, the father at the time having moved out the house to live with relatives with Abel, returned with a slightly injured child. As a permanent mark of shame on Abel the slight discoloration caused by a nasty injury to his eye leaves the boy partly blind to this day, though it doesn’t bother him since he hides it behind a mask it still makes him shiver to touch it for any reason. Enraged by what his father had done to his brother César fled with his brother in the middle of the night and sought refuge in an orphanage pleading the wrongdoings of their parents had caused them to flee in danger of their lives. Unwilling to leave the children to the harshness of the wilderness called life the boys grew up under the care and tutelage, along with a very cautious eye for their closeness.
Upon turning twenty two the boys left the convent, finding the children and nuns to grow increasingly droll and uninteresting to stay with any longer the boys found their callings as to which class the were. Both having a keen eye for accuracy, but Abel leading at the top of the charts with his left eye now concentrating for the lack of the right one, they decided what each of them would do. Seeing as César loved to perform and have a crowd, the pleasures of others exciting him in more ways then one while Abel loved the calming effect of being alone to hunt his targets the two boys have grown into the men they are today. Still loving each other in the intimate of manners, no longer hinder by the hatred and glares of their parents, they flaunt their passion quite frequently and willingly in public. Caring not for who sees them or how they will be judged in the future so long as they have each other.
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