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 Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 9:11 pm
╔═════════════════════════════════╗Home of the Lost SoulsA semi-lit to Lit Roleplay ╚═════════════════════════════════╝
Contents:
Cover- Storyline- Rules- Profiles Skeletons- Accepted Profiles- Couple "Reserved" Posts- Opening Post
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 10:41 am
 ═════════════════════════════════════════════ "Sshh... Miss Annelise is speaking..."Welcome to Homes of the Lost souls Orphanage and Asylum for the young children that have no other place to go. The children here are very sweet, in their own way. You could say that they are crazy, but I like to just say that they are misunderstood. All have their own stories of why they are here. Some have told their story some have not.
We consider ourselves as a family here and we would like to keep a family atmosphere. Sure their are fights, arguments, disagreements and fights But what family doesn't have those huh? ══════════════════════════════════════════════════
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 11:01 am
arrow Don't be disrespectful
arrow No god-modding
arrow keep it PG-16. Romance is in courage BUT time-skip is cloths start flying off.
arrow No auto-hits
arrow No Block-outs
arrow Be realistic
arrow PLEASE use real pictures
arrow Be literate. That means no text talk.
arrow Annelise is the "Mother" of the Orphanage. She sees/knows ALL.
arrow Please send your profiles to petite Maria Rose(me) with a
emo somewhere in your profile.
Also title them 'Lost Souls'
((Subjected to change or more added))
 PC=post color
Appearance:
[color=pc]The voices in my head: [/color](Gaia account name)
[color=pc]They call me: [/color](Name- First and last)
[color=pc]But I like to go by: [/color](nickname-if you have any)
[color=pc]Obviously I'm: [/color](gender)
[color=pc]I prefer to be with: [/color](Sexuality)
[color=pc]I blew out this many candles: [/color](age)
[color=pc]give me: [/color](Likes)
[color=pc]go away: [/color](Dislikes)
[color=pc]I like being me: [/color](Personality)
[color=pc]Here is my story: [/color](History)
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Posted: Thu May 13, 2010 12:02 pm
 Appearance:  AnneliseThe voices in my head: petite Maria Rose They call me: Annelise Culhert But I like to go by: Anne, Lise, Obviously I'm: Female I prefer to be with: Bisexual I blew out this many candles: twenty-five give me: kids, books, roses, gardens, rainstorms go away: spiders, lightning, the cold I like being me: Annelise is very kind and caring. She loves everyone and will protect anyone. Here is my story: Annelise grew up as the only child. Her father was the local Asylum Owner and therefore she hardly saw him. Her mother had pass when she was young do to an illness that the doctors couldn't find a core for. Annelise was brought up by her nanny her whole life. She was also home schooled most of her life. At the age of ten, Annelise father died at work due to a fire that engulfed the building. Annelise soon new what it was like to be an Orphan as she was sent to the local Orphanage. After a few years, the orphanage that Annelise was at converted into a asylum as well as an orphanage. When Annelise turned eighteen, She decided to stay at the orphanage as a extra hand to help with the children as well as the patients. When Annelise turned twenty-three the owner had passed away due to old age. Seeing that the children had no other place to go, Annelise took up ownership of the building and now takes care of the welfare of the orphans as well as the patients. She was changed the name of the building to 'Home of Lost Souls' and continues to care for everyone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Appearance:  The voices in my head: petite Maria ROse They call me: Emilie A. Rose/Ophelia But I like to go by: Emi Obviously I'm: girl I prefer to be with: undecided, I'm too young to know that I blew out this many candles: nine give me: Mr. Suffers. cupcakes, coloring go away: meanies, thunderstorms, the dark I like being me: Im fun and loving, though I am shy at first. Im conservative. But my other side?.... Shh.... were not supose to talk about her... Here is my story: Emilie doesn't remember much about her life before she was found wondering the grounds soaked to the bone, carrying a stuff bear to her chest. When anyone wound ask her, Emilie would always say the same thing. ....I remember the car and.... screaming and... blood." Within her first week at Lost Souls, Emilie has been caught talking to herself, though she always claims she talking to Ophelia. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ L_J_Rose  The voices in my head: L_J_Rose They call me: Konota Oyama But I like to go by: Lucky Obviously I'm: Male I prefer to be with: Either gender I blew out this many candles: 15 give me: Cakes, sweets and pretty flowers, I enjoy their sensations so much! go away: Darkness and arguing I like being me: Because I'm the only one like me. I only need me to be company enough. I never argue with myself, so that is all I can really ask for. Here is my story: Konota was born in the slums of Tokyo Japan's red-light district. The unwanted child of a prostitute, Oyama was given the last name of the man that dropped him off after his five year old self was found nearly starved to death on the streets. Konota doesn't remember much about his life before the orphanages he's been to other than a lot of screaming that haunts his dreams. The first orphanage he lived in was nice enough and had a loving old man running it. He treated Konota like his own son since there were only about two other boys that lived there. Feeling a little loved, Konota told the old man about the voices in his head, the screaming in Japanese and even the images of his mother being beaten. The old man tried his best to comfort Konota, but it would seem the young boy didn't understand what is acceptable in a father son relationship, which led to his orientation as bisexual. At the age of 10, the frail Japanese boy was relocated to an orphanage outside of the country of Japan. Unable to speak English at first, Konota started to create imaginary friend he could talk to, including one that still hangs around named "Keiko". Keiko was the name of his mother, and despite being a prostitute, his "mother" in his mind, loves him still very much and tucks him in every night. At the age of 13, Konota was moved yet again to another orphanage where he was psychologically evaluated because of "Keiko". The doctors voted it was perfectly normal for the boy to pretend his mother was still alive and there since he had lost her at such a young age, but as time went on, what the boy had to say in English was growing more and more disturbing. It was at this point the orphanage couldn't handle him and he was sent to his current loving home in the Asylum. Konota has been living here for the past year and is still rather antisocial even though he's become fluent in English.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 7:04 am
L_J_Rose ............  The voices in my head: LoliKokoro They call me: Emika Morita But I like to go by: Emi, I guess? Obviously I'm: Female I prefer to be with: Bisexual I blew out this many candles: Seventeen and five eighths give me: Silent films, pandas, plaid, hats, action movies go away: Chocolate, sweaters, math I like being me: I'm Emika, is there any other ways to describe me? I'm a little weird and I imagine a lot of things, but I'm pretty freaking awesome if you can look past that. I tend to make a lot of stuff up; people say I'm a "chronic liar". I can talk to animals, though they don't usually respond. I think it's my accent. Here is my story: I was born in London. My parents were high school students, madly in love and freaking stupid. They put me up for adoption the moment I was born. It wasn't so bad not knowing my birth parents, though. I was adopted by a nice elderly couple who had married freakishly late in their lives but still wanted kids. Better that they adopt than try to defy the laws of physics... Or is biology? Argh, I can never remember which one's which. Anyway, they adopted me, and it was fun. But they were old, and when I was nine my adoptive father died. When I was thirteen my adoptive mother went, too. I hear that lotsa women die a few years after their husbands, because they're heartbroken. But my mom didn't seem to be sad. She took up scootering and started a taxi cab company! It was very exciting for a few years there. But when she died I had no one to go to; I was their only living relative and I like to imagine that my birth parents were in Antarctica somewhere hosting narwhal tea parties. And I don't think you get good cell phone reception in Antarctica. So I was sent to an orphanage. It was kind of awesome. It was like something right out of Oliver Twist! We sang songs about food and everything! But no one wanted to adopt me because I talked to myself, and the orphanage workers found me hard to deal with. So when I was fifteen, they sent me here~ I like it a lot here. I've been here for two years, after all! I'm almost eighteen, though, which mean I'll have to leave eventually. Still, everyone's very nice here, and there's a pack of lions living under my bed who I can talk to whenever I want! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Silencematters Appearance:  The voices in my head: silencematters They call me: Zoey Hannagan But I like to go by: zoe, zoey ,hannagan Obviously I'm: female I prefer to be with: unsure. I blew out this many candles: 17 give me: candy, anything artistic, dolls, and music boxes. go away: anything bright, anything with loudnoises, sharp things. emo I like being me: I am silent, thoughtful, opinionated, and half the time i'm talking "nonsence" to myself. Here is my story: I was born into a rich family, and had everything I could possibly want. I never needed anything, and I was the prettiest most smartest girl in school. I had whatever boy I wanted, whenever I wanted them. I had a car and went to parties, and everyone loved me. I had my small group of freind just like me, and the only thing wrong with my life was my sisster. She was my twin and the complete opposite of me. She wore dark colors, she was artistic, shy but kind of outgoing. She was a siple person with a simple life, her clothes and everything about her seemed boring to me. Even the type of people (girls) she dated was odd. Until she was killed. She was kidnapped and murderd, and then returned to me in a box. From then everything went down hill, I completly forgot who I was, and I became my sisster, with only traces of me left. I began to talk to her in hopes that she would hear me and answer. In hopes that I was dreaming, and now I am haunted with nightmares, and streaks of "insane activity" My parents sent me here in hopes of helping me....but noone can help me....There's nothing wrong with me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Silencematters Appearance:  The voices in my head: silencematters They call me: stefan mavrick But I like to go by: stefan Obviously I'm: male I prefer to be with: girls I blew out this many candles: 17 give me: anything to draw with or play music on go away: anything else I like being me: Silent, alone, by myself, away from people, smart, protective. Here is my story: I've been here since I was about 12 years old, but I don't remember why. All I know is my family never comes to see me anymore. I have nightmares, and hillucinations. There are some times when a week goes by and I don't remember anything. Nobody will tell me what's wrong. Sir Voodoo Appearance:  The voices in my head:Sir Voodoo They call me: Dymitri Vulauldi But I like to go by:Dymitri V Obviously I'm:Male I prefer to be with:Either Sex I blew out this many candles:18 give me: Various plants, Insects, Information concerning biological nature, egg plants, old broken clocks, puzzels, a needle and thread go away:Loud noises, casual conversation(cannot sustain one properly), mean spirited people, Rain/Thunderstorms, spicy foods, ducks I like being me: Distant, quiet, active, Clumsy, helpfull, whimsical, intellegent,Socially akward, and easily confused. Here is my story:I was born in Saint Petersburg, Russia my mother and father were highly respected govenrment officials who traveld alot. Technically I was raised by a British nanny who taught me how to speak english. My mother and Father started to become angery with me, whenever they tried to show me off to thier friends I couldn't talk to them, I didn't know how...or what to say. They knew that I learned alot, more than other kids, but sometimes I couldn't speak to people. Later on a doctor on a subway saw me picking apart a sun flower (age of 5) and asked me about it. The entire ride I explained every part of the sunflower. Though I didn't know the parts by name I knew what they were for. Then he suddenly asked me about my favorite color, when I paused he started to talk to my Mother and Father. He said I had Aperger's Syndrome, from then on my parents yelled at me alot when I wouldn't talk to them much. However on my 6th birthday we went out of town just for my birthday, they took me to a place and they said they would come back soon. After waiting and waiting they never came; they send me letters but those stopped awhile back. I'm still waiting for them....I'm sure they haven't forgotten about me.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 9:21 pm
Appearance: About 5'6, and fairly slim, with dirty blonde hair that curls at the end. A little longer than shoulder length. Grey eyes, and usually wears conservative dresses. (Going to add pictures eventually. o_o; wink
The voices in my head: Spaz Queen
They call me: Karen Shepard
But I like to go by: Just Karen is fine
Obviously I'm: Female
I prefer to be with: Ladies
I blew out this many candles: 18
give me: Vegetables, Fantasy books, Logic, Math, Physics
go away: Cake or cake-textured foods, sweets in general, peanut butter
I like being me: My moods are pretty stable for a few weeks, to a few months. Either terrible depressed, or energetic and all over the place. I love to discuss equations, and talk about current scientific studies.
Here is my story: I hail from Wales, from a pretty quiet town, I lived with my parents for most of my life. My moods were all over the place and they often didn't know how to handle me. For weeks I would be withdrawn, and quiet, wanting to do with no one. But then I would find myself bursting with energy, thinking I could do anything. One time, I remember, I went to the library and tried to check out twenty books on math, convinced I could solve every equation within two weeks. I was going to be a master mathematician at age fourteen. After a few weeks of non stop solving, my energy was gone again, and I was back to being depressed. I went through several cycles like these, and they only became more extreme. Eventually my parents decided that it would be better for me to try and solve my problems within an institution setting. I wanted to go off to college, but they wanted me to be a bit more balanced before I tried to set off by myself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 8:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 8:08 pm
"Wow. Such a lovely day out." Annelise said as she slide from her bed and over to her window to look out into the clear sunny morning. Though the ground was wet from the rainstorm that passed the night before, the day looked promising for an outdoor picnic, or a trip to the beach that was just down the hill. Annelise smiled as she turned around and headed to her bathroom. She emerged some time later dressed in a light blue sundress, with her hair pulled back into a bun. She slid on her black sandals and headed out of her room and down the hall to the kitchen to help with making breakfast for the children she took care of. ~~~~~~~~~~HISTORY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You see, Annelise home wasn't just any regular home that you would see on the streets. It was an institution. It use to be an orphanage that she had grown up in when she was a child. When she was old enough to live on her own, The young lady decided not to and stay with the building, which she soon became owner of. Then about a year ago, the asylum that was their closes neighbor caught fire and left the young patients with no where to go. Without questioning it, Annelise allowed the young proficients come live at her orphanage, change the name and everything about it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 2:06 am
~Konota (Lucky) Oyama~ "Hmmmuummmm," the thin boy of 15 years stretched comfortably in his bed as he arose to greet the sunlight. Keiko? he glanced around for a bit, searching for the figure of his mother before letting out a defeated sigh. Must have gone out for the day... Slowly he moved from his bed and headed for the shower. The boy never cared much for showers, baths were so much better for some reason. Maybe it had to do with his home country; his love of baths still remained.
After a quick shower, the boy returned to his items in order to put on some fresh clothes. At the moment, the only think that covered him was his towel around his waist and the small hand towel he used to dry his hair a little more. It looks nice and sunny out today... Mom would probably want me to go play with the other kids... Demo... he paused for a moment, drying his hair, I don't have any friends... He just stared off into the distance with that thought running through his head. Once he managed to pull on some clothes, he curled up in a little ball on his bed staring out the window.
"It must have been a lonely existence, Oyama-san... Did you ever meet your family?"
"Yes, my mother..."
"Oh? How's that?"
"She comes to visit me often... she's standing right beside you now..."
Ore wa... totemo baka ne!
"Konota... there is no need to think such things about yourself... Anata wa totemo yasashii... Anata wa baka ja arimasen... Please smile for me..."
Mom? The boy searched around the room frantically to find his mother, but she was nowhere in sight. With that, he let out a long sigh and continued to stare out the window. Just my imagination...
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 6:58 pm
Dymitri V Dymitri laid on his bed staring at the ceiling he himself had attached hooks to any surface he could and hung potted plant on them. Everynow and then soil would find its way on the clean hospital type white floor tile. He soon got up and started to pace his bare feet tunkinging clumsily along. He is a fairly tall young man standing a frightening 6 feet 1 and a half inches most likely already 6 feet two inches weighing in 157 lbs.
He stumbled over opened books and various garden tools he would hide later to peer at a peanut plant in the window. He poked at its virgin green stem and tender little pale green leaves. Suddenly his various clocks started to ring simutaneously thundering a loud sound he bgean to scramble towards his dresser. He shakily picks up a watering can on the old grey structure and back over to the plant. He eyed the plant once again then carefully feed water into the soil his hands tremblling. Once the clocks stoppped he jumped back then sighed heavily. "Can't over water....can't under water, just right, always just right", he mumbled his voice a low and deep tone.
He himself was in perfect physical shape, broad shoulers, muscular arms prominent jaw line. However personal looks wasn't his forte, he usually dressed in very baggy clothing only wearing a old pair of sweat pants to bed. He walked past hismirror in his bathroom then walked back, he felt his chin feeling the hairs growing back. He didn't like the recent change in his once soft voice, nor this. He groaned, he had not told anyone that he had to shave and didn't plan on doing so.
Peeking out of his door he tip toed outside he would sneak past the kitchen and outside towards a tool shed where he could find a razor blade.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 2:11 am
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ████████ ████████ ████████ ████████ ████████ Emika Moritaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Emika had always liked mornings.
Morning-people were hard to find, but Emi was a proud card-carrying member. Seriously, she had a card. Really it was just the word 'morning person' scrawled across the back of a business card for a take-out Chinese restaurant. Nonetheless, mornings were one of the few times where everything was fresh and full of potential. Things were peaceful and tempers hadn't had a chance to flare just yet. It was untouched, clean. She always looked forward to the morning. There was something about waking up to pure whiteness and little sound that put her in her eternal good mood. Oh, and she couldn't forget the burning sensation in her lungs or the dizziness... No, wait, that wasn't because of the morning, that was because she had fallen asleep face first into her pillow!
Like some mechanical doll, she suddenly popped up onto her knees, letting out a deep gasp as she struggled to get oxygen to her brain. She knelt on her bed for a long moment, trying to catch her breath and also process what had happened. "Did you guys see that? I almost DIED," she said aloud with wide eyes, looking around the room. It was empty, but that never stopped her from talking to people. Besides, she was convinced that one of these days, there WOULD be someone in her room, and she would feel like such a pro for being prepared.
After such an exciting start to the day, Emika was ready to tackle whatever life decided to throw at her. Climbing out of bed, the petite girl made her way to the bathroom to get ready.
Moments later, she returned to her bedroom, sporting a plaid jumper. It was a nice day outside, but she couldn't have cared less about the weather! In fact, the stormier the better! Still, it wouldn't hurt to reserve some frolicking time. Dropping to the ground, she stuck her arm firmly under the bed (you had to show those lions you weren't afraid. That was the key to keeping all of your limbs) and patted around blindly before retrieving a pair of scuffed-up sandals. Sitting back up, she tossed her wavy orange hair back out of her face and examined the shoes before deciding they were good enough, and she strapped them to her feet.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 2:29 pm
(I was told I could post this here in the forum) Appearance:  The voices in my head:Rurounizakku They call me: Tim Kimble But I like to go by: T.K. Obviously I'm: male I prefer to be with: heterosexual I blew out this many candles: 17 give me: books, board games, intelligent conversation, a good fight go away: boredom, stupidity, the home I like being me: surprisingly intelligent, which is part of the case of his insanity, the smarter he gets, the crazier he acts and thinks. Here is my story: Tim grew up normally with his family for the first 6 or 7 years of his life, he never specifies it. Though suddenly his parents were reported to have been having a hard time with him. Tim was said to always have some warped idea that he was some kind of 'god'. His parents ended up nearly hurting or killing him, in fear that he would do the same. While he was deemed highly intelligent, he was given up by his parents who could not stand to be near him. He was taken in by the house, despite his hatred for places that he didn't control, he wasn't given much of a choice. So now he spends his time in the house passing time away a lot of the time by trying to irritate the other kids in the house. ========================================================================================================== Tim Kimble 'TK' Tim groans softly as he wakes up from his sullen slumber, cursing the morning as he opens his eyes. Instantly closing his eyes, as the sunlight form the window shot a ray of light over his bed. Cursing yet again, this time at his stupidity for 'demanding' a room with a window when he was little. Tim sits up onto the side of his bed, looking around the room with a half attentive stare while trying to force himself to get up and to change. After a momentary stillness he pushes himself off his bed onto his feet, and stumbles over to his dresser. He opens the drawer, looking at the shirts he'd managed to find on his few visits away from the house, worn down joke and rock t-shirts that he had found abandoned in the streets and such. Some as old as when he first arrived at the house, back from when he was still young and brought them there. He couldn't bring himself to get rid of them, despite the memories that they reminded him of. Tim gently lifts up one of the old rock shirts that he had found, an old Led Zepplin shirt from the 70's, and lifts it over his head allowing it to fall over his shoulders. Despite being asked regularly, he usually only took showers on weekends or when he was unnaturally depressed. Also despite others opinions in the house, he rarely changed from the worn jeans he was usually wearing. The only time he changed was when he outgrew his old pair. He slowly closes the drawer again, before looking over at his desk, where he had 'The Origin of Species' by Charles Darwin open wide from when he had been studying Natural Selection the night before. He walks over and closes it, before picking it back up, and carrying it to his bookshelf.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 4:00 pm
Dymitri V He went through a tool box outside his hands shaking at the rough smooth metalic feeling of the tools. He looked over his shoulder every now and then to assure no passers by saw him. He found the tiny razor blade he always used and cupped it in his hands. Feeling at it with his finger he frowned breifly,"Not like the leaf at all', he murmured to himself. He looked over his shoulder once more before heading back inside, forgetting to close the box he retrived the razor from.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down as he walked, his foots steps heavy and dragging. He was mumbling his plans with the razor to himself his eyes focused on his feet. He walked fast but very clumsily, most people saw him as imtimidating one of the prime reasons he isolated himself. All he had to do now was make it back upstairs towards his room silently. As his clumsy feet thunked against the hard wood floor.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 11:13 pm
Emilie woke up slowly and sat up. SHe rubbed her eyes for a good ammount of time before she opened them and looked around her room. SHe loved her little room, though their wasnt much in it, just the bed, a small desk perched under the bar covered window, being that her room was on the main floor, a small fluffy chair that sat in the corner with a throw blanket and a closet that held all her dresses. SHe got out of bed and walked over to her bathroom to wash her face and teeth and brush her hair. She then pulled her hair back with a light pick ribbon and tied it into a bow on her head. Once she was happy with her hair, the tiny girl emerged from the bathroom and walked over to her closet. "What shall we wear today Ophelia?" She said aloud as she closed her eyes and spun around three times before stopping and reaching her hand up to one of the dresses that were hanging up.She soon opened her eyes once her tiny hand wrapped their fingers around a hanger and pulled it out the same shade of pink of her ribbon. Emilie smiled as she then walked over to her bed and laid it next to her stuff animal, Mr. Suffers. She then removed her night gown and placed her dress on quickly. She then grabbed her pajamas and placed them under her pillow before making her bed. Emilie then grabbed her black flats and slid her feet into them before she grabbed her stuff animal and headed out of the room for breakfast, skipping down the halls as she did.
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