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 Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 11:13 am
}Welcome to the Profile of Cien O'Conner{ r
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 11:32 am
}The Important Things You Should Know About Me{  Name: Cien O’Conner
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Hight: 5'11"
Weight: 149lbs
Birthday: April 25
Born in: Swords, Ireland
Status: Single
Social Standing: Was to be Crown Prince, was never made official.
Favorite Holiday: Valentines Day
Favorite Time of Year: Spring and Early Fall
Favorite Colors:Black, Blue and Green. On occasion Reds and Browns depending on the shade and style.
What I Like: To be surrounded by friends and family who love and care about me. I love to be around other people especially those whom I care about and love.
What I dislike: People who always get their way. It is wrong no matter your rank or station in life. You should not be able to get away with anything at anytime.
What I fear: Being left alone. I hate being alone. I can not stand it.
When I get Annoyed: I often can not be made see reason until after I calm down. The more annoyed I get the more I think you are out to get me. Sometimes it is just best to back off let me cool of some and think about it. 9 times out of 10 I will come back and apologize and sit down to finish the conversation.
When I get Angry: I will storm off ranting and raving. Though I do not like to get angry and lose control of myself, when I do get angry it can be explosive. Once I calm down I immediately regret most of my actions depending on the action. No mater how angry I get though I will not hit any living thing. This however does not exclude nonliving objects.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 11:38 am
}A Little Bit More About Who I Am{ 
So from the age of eight I was raised to be future crown prince. I was taught all the important things one would need to know. From the basics or Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic. To the History of our land, people, and my own bloodline. I was taught Politics, Economics, and Battle Tactics. There was also Swordsmanship, Horsemanship, Dancing, and Music as well a Speech, yes apparently there is a proper way and an improper way to talk. I was shown the Rules about how to Dress and conduct myself in public and numerous types of events, and a whole slew of other subjects like diffident Languages for example. I know English as well as Sign language as well as I do my own tongue. So my life past in gentle luxury under hard task masters in peaceful times. One would thought I would be spoiled and pampered but that was the quite opposite, just because I was the future prince, and even more future king did not give me leave to behave and act as I would please. My actions now had consequences that could some day effect those I would rule.
So my life followed this mundane pattern until my twenty-first birthday. It was then that it was decided that I would officially be named crown prince instead of just by label. There would have been a huge ceremony, and afterwards a ball in my honor. This was all before I came to this House, I am now probably presumed dead and a new heir named in my place. They probably would have picked my cousin Cain O'Connor in my stead. He was being groomed right along next to me should something like my death happen. He will have it hard, because they will probably contently keep him under guard now so the same thing will not happen twice. I only hope he will do a good job at it. For I do not know if I will ever escape this house.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 11:59 am
}The Last Thing I Remember before arriving here{  It had been a bright sunny day, and I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop looking over my planner while sipping on a latte. Yes I suppose I could of been in a pub, but I did not feel up to drinking a good Ale while working on this piece of paper work. About an hour into me sitting there this elderly looking gentlemen came and sat at my table. He had salt and pepper grey hair and wrinkles around his watery blue eyes. He was the guy I was supposed to meet here to talk about my up coming Coronation, thus officially naming me crown prince. The meeting took most of the morning. It was a huge affair where everything down to the last detail had to be planned. I left feeling that if it was possible to change flooring and walls in a week, we would of discussed those options too. I mean don't get me wrong I was raised with the possibility of being named prince, I just never thought it would actually happen.
After the meeting I remember walking out of the coffee shop and then nothing, everything went black. The next clear thing I remember when I came to is that I found myself sitting in this formal type dining room. I was formally dressed for the occasion, which was weird because I did not remember changing clothes. There was twenty-six other people with me and I recognized none of them, most of them seemed to be asleep in there chairs. In front of me was a lavish meal, as if it was a welcoming feast of some kind. This was also strange to me because I was not invited to any kind of feast. Little did I know that it would be one of the few times all twenty-six of us sat down together. The House had taken us, and it was never going to let us go. Anyways I was freaking out by this point though none of it showed. All these thoughts racing through my head, where was I? How did I get here? Why was I dressed differently than this morning? Who changed my clothes? Who where these people? As I tried to come to terms with everything the others had began waking up all of them in a similar state of panic as I was but none of them as apt at hiding it.
Over the course of the next few months the number of us would dwindle. One or two would disappear at a time.Twenty-six arrived and five was all that was left. Strange things had began happening after that welcoming meal. Doors locking people in rooms, dolls moving, ghostly figures voices and music heard. It was quite obvious that the house was haunted or worse. Out of the five people remaining there where only two of us that could still be considered sane. Then slowly the number dwindled down until I was all that was left.
The thing that gave me a scare was that as each of them met there death, a picture of them would appear in the Portrait hall, what I started to call the Hall of the Dead. Although there was never any trace of there physical body ever found, the pictures told a lot to the story. Like Hailey Jones, in her picture it shows her strapped to the wooden bed in the Torture Chamber located in the basement. Her eyes filled with fear as she looked up at a heavily cloaked figure holding a pair of red hot irons. When I went down to examine the table, those same irons where blacked as though they had been heated. There where even some burn marks on the table. Right before my eyes though in a matter of minutes the burns disappeared and the irons where returned to there once sparkling cleanness.
Time went by, and by my estimate at least a year if not more had passed before a new group of people appeared just as I had. Just like last time as well, the same things began happened again one by one they would disappear in real life and reappear as a picture on a wall that foretold a possible gruesome death. Why the house left me I am not sure, but for the longest I believed I was the only one stuck in this house, destined to watch as group after group was lead off to there deaths.
Luckily for me though, I am not the only one the house chose to leave behind. There is one other person, just one other person I have found in the endless expanse of hallways and rooms and doors. A lady, though she seems to be quite mad, always talking to herself and never acting the same way at any given time. Her name is Wrenlo is her name, and from what I can gather she has been here even longer then me. What her story is and what she knows is hard to pin point, but I for one am glad that at least one other person can be trusted to be here with me after the current group disappears.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 6:09 am
}The People I Know And Current Thoughts About Them{ }People I Have Met{ Wrenlo Lain Ra'Mour.....She is an interesting person who as far as I am concerned is quite mad. Always talking to herself or acting different at any given moment. I am not quite sure where I stand with her, but at least her company is better than no company at all I suppose. If she were to disappear like all the others, I would probably miss her terrifically if only for someone to talk to. Seeing her, is probably the only thing responsible for keeping me at least partially sane.
Girl #1 (Rosabella Abandonato)....No Thoughts we just met
Girl #2 (Marilyn Walker)....No real thoughts we just met
Boy #1 (Tarion)....No real thoughts we just met
Girl #3 (Diviana Ishi Seong)....No real thoughts we just met
Boy #2 (Troa)....No real thoughts we just met.}People I Hate{ }People I Like{ }People I Know That Have Disappeared{ Emily Brown.....she was in my group of people brought to this house. She was a nice young women who disappeared after taking a walk in the Rose Garden outside.
Sara Johnson.....she was also in my original group, I did not know her to well, she kept to herself. One morning she did not show up for breakfast, when I checked the Hall of the Dead she was there, though no one is sure how she died.
Brianna Smith.....she was by far the oldest woman in our group. She always talked about how she loved music, in fact she disappeared in the very music room she loved so much while playing the piano.
Samantha Williams.....she was a fun filled person who loved to cook, and was my most liked companion here at this house. We used to hang out all the time and shared like thoughts about this house. One day she was sure she had found a way out and left me a note on how to get there unable to wait. When I followed her note, I found nothing, no way out and no trace of her. Desperate I went to the Hall of Dead hoping it was not true, and there she was.
Hailey Jones.....she was a thoughtful person who took to exploring the library for anything about this house as soon as she realized she was stuck her. She was convinced that the way out or the happenstances had to be listed somewhere. Then like all the others one day she did not show up in living flesh, but as a still painted picture.
James Lee.....He was an elderly gentlemen who was convinced the government was out to get him because of all the secretes he knew. It did not surprise me he was the first to die in are group.
John Taylor.....he was a kind man, who was in love with Hailey always talked about how when they got out of here he would ask her to marry him. He disappeared around the same time she did in the Library.
Robert King.....Was an aggressive outspoken young man. Apparently part of the secrete service at one time. He was always puttering around in the basement of the house looking for a way out until he disappeared.
Michale Wright.....he was the only person I knew who was strangely happy here in this house. Apparently he loved the deadly and the dangerous in life. I never knew why the house decided to take him and not me.
William Hall.....he had a wife and three kids at home who will always wondered what happened to there dad/husband. He was the second to disappear and the one that had the most to lose that I knew of. If I ever get out, I will take his picture to his family and tell them my tale.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 7:59 am
Cien's Posting style: [IMGleft]http://i327.photobucket.com/albums/k441/angelbear122189/31903.jpg[/IMGleft]
[align=center][size=9][color=#E08D3C]|[/color][color=#FCC200]Moods:[/color][color=#E08D3C]Reserved and Reflective |[/color] [color=#FCC200]Thoughts:[/color] [color=#E08D3C]The games have only just begun |[/color] [/size][/align]
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[size=18][color=#FCC200][b]C[/b][/color][/size][size=10][color=#E08D3C]ien was wondering the house with no particular destination in mind. After all, there was nothing to do now that everything had grown quiet again. There was no one to see accept on an occasion Wrenlo and nowhere to go. For all intended purposes, he was trapped here in this house, and not in the metaphorical but the literal sense. Ever since he had come here, he had yet to find a way out for all his searching both high and low. Moreover, while he had found many secrete passageways and hidden rooms, none of them led outside this place.
Unlike his previous companions, though he was still left to wonder this prison. Unlike them, he was still alive. One by one his companions had disappeared, at first him and the others there at the time thought they had found a way out, and just did not come back to tell them about it. That was before they found, what he now referred to as The Hall of the Dead. As each person disappeared, his or her picture would appear in that hall. Each one giving some hint on how they had died.
Cien had even seen it happen on an occasion. A picture appearing a split second in a place where there had not been one, and a person who did not show up for meal time. Sometimes before a picture would appear, you could hear screams and pleadings echoing through the house. When you rushed to investigate the source of the disturbance, there would be no one there, but the pictures. Always the pictures in the room would have these creepy knowing smiles painted on their still pale faces. Cien had long ago concluded this house was haunted or possessed by something giving it an unnatural life by taking the lives of others.
As he passed the dining room door, he caught the aroma of food.[i]That is strange I know Wrenlo does not usually cook.[/i] Curious he peeked into the room, there he discovered a sight he had only come across twice before. Sitting at the table where the new "guests" to the house, dressed in formal attire like this was a black tie affair and completely unaware of their surroundings. Most likely still off in dreamland from whatever drug or substance was administered to them. A "welcome" feast lay out on the table in front of them. All the finer foods, steaming and cooked to absolute perfection. He had awakened once to that setting, and as these people would be, he had been frightened and confused.[/color]
[color=#FCC200][b]"So it begins anew, like many before you, you were chosen by the house for the house. Enjoy what rest you can and the meal, for when it is completed the house will awake,”[/b][/color][color=#E08D3C] he muttered more to himself than the slumbering people who had begun to stir in their seats. Yes, it had began again, but how long would this game last this time around remained to be seen.[/color] [/size]
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Hi everyone out there and welcome to the .:Hostile Abode:. I am glad you decided to come and join us here. I hope this turns out great! I would like to also announce that we are looking for crew members, check out more about it on the main topic page. As crew you will be given a section of this house to maintain. It also gives you the ability to cause all sorts of mischief and mayhem. For more of this and how to apply, once again check the main form topics or [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=21578849]CLICK HERE![/url] Once again welcome and I hope we can all have a great time. [/b][/size] [/align][/color]
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