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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:09 pm
XXX✦XXXSun Feb 27, 2011 8:42 pmXXX✦XXXDie Synode von Mitternacht is now under construction. Feel free to post your reservations and profiles.XXX✦XXXSun Feb 27, 2011 9:09 pmXXX✦XXXThe OOC and thread are now open. Hi everyone!XXX✦XXXFri Mar 04, 2011 7:51 pmXXX✦XXXThe Russian Paranormal Investigation Division are NPCs. Everyone is welcome to use them. Please stay in character.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:07 am
Eh I guess I could describe it or I could just show you...latter's easier. Azekal Noxcis Azekal Noxcis
The Doll Maker I greet you, fair stranger, and introduce myself as Elina Tok, a daughter of the erlking.
I has tread this earth for 375 years, yet you will see me as 25.
I am a female who only has eyes for another elf to hold.
I have tread many paths but today I come to you as a Disc jockey, also supplements income by selling specialty dolls through the internet.. When my path becomes rocky I will use pistols or my nails. Hear me out as I explain how I use them...
The pistols should be pretty obvious in their use, though she only carries one on her at all times, the PSS silent pistol she got off one of her victims. She can also rip out human souls, which she uses to make uncanny valley dolls, but that ability is extremely limited Let me show my strength...
I’ve an enchanting voice that I use to lead various people astray, and into my clutches. I’ve limited access to the black market…a wider range of traveling privileges from my humanoid appearance. ...And hide my vulnerabilities.
Anything that a human suffers from I will more than likely suffer from as well. I also have to wear my hair down during the day or else the lessers will see my ears…also I tend to travel at night where I’m less likely to encounter the police. I’ve got the money, I’ve got the place. You’ve got the figure, You’ve got the face… Let me tell you the story...
I don’t remember much of the first two centuries of my life, though I do remember specific events. Like when I realized why the Erlking forced us underground in a massive Necropolis. He said it was defensive strategy that allowed the more aggressive of my sisters to strike back at the humans from secret. While it did work, for a time, it had one massive drawback. If the “lesser” ever discovered where my sisters were striking from, they’d surely bring scores of soldiers toward the underground Necropolis to scorch our last home.
…And they did, at the end of the Great Discovery. However the “lessers,” as the Erlking called them, would be in for a shock. I wasn’t sure what caused us to move at first, from the Necropolis, before the humans discovered our location but I was hell-bent on finding out. So when I had enough time to myself, about a day or two, and we were within travelling distance, I ventured back into the old necropolis to discover why we left such a grand structure. Little did I know that I would be in for a shock, when I discovered the ruined throne room or what amounted to a throne room. The stone that composed the roof was crumbling away, moss was on the walls doing it’s best to convert the carved stone, and there in the middle, illuminated by a stray beam of light, was a massive black Alder tree. Planted right where the throne would’ve been, right where my sisters and my Father used to sit before me and my sisters left.
Upon closer inspection, and with some mild dread, I discovered that a face seemed to be present in the trunk of the tree; one that looked to be solemn or possibly filled with regret, as if the owner wanted to do more in the world. I’m not sure why it didn’t hit me when I was in the Necropolis’ makeshift throne room, though it might’ve explained why I cried that night. Only later did I acknowledge that the massive Black Alder was in fact, my father, the Erlking.
This was probably the catalyst that sparked my vengeful side. From what I could learn about the Erlking’s death, which basically summed up hunting down my older sisters, he was driven to an early grave by a monster hunter by the name of Heinrich. Apparently Heinrich’s child was suffering from a fever dream as his father tried to get him to a doctor…or what could pass for one back then. Supposedly my sisters and my beloved father, the Erlking, was attacking the sick child while Heinrich tried his best at going faster and quieting his son’s fears. Needless to say the child died from the fever, and a fearful heat…but Heinrich came to believe his son’s words when he discovered Viktor, his child, dead in his arms.
That galvanized the man into hunting my father down and into his grave…’Twas only logically that I would do the same for him! What a decade that was! Being the equivalent to a vengeful spirit, harassing that blasted human at every turn! Crushing him emotionally by getting his wife committed to an asylum for sharing a bed with me, though the absolute best was when he heard my deceptive callings and ran towards me, believing me to be his wife. The look on his face as he began to slowly realize the difference between me and her, but it was too late since I had already worked my spell and was in the process of ripping out his soul.
Of course, I couldn’t just leave Heinrich’s soul as just that. Oh no! It’d soon dissipate, and that’d do my vengeful spark no good if I couldn’t keep it as a trophy. This desire to keep Heinrich’s soul as some sort of trophy led me to learning about transmutation…well a very specific transmutation spell. One that’d let me shape his soul into anything I wanted, and what I wanted most was a doll of my father! So I learned the spell and I crafted the blighted huntsman’s soul into a wooden doll, made from black alder that resembled my father…and would serve as a reminder for why my father considered them to be “lesser.”
Funny enough, as the decades progressed and the humans advanced, I built up a nice little doll collection that kept getting more advanced with every half-century. Funny considering that by the turn of the millennium, I had enough to fill up an entire room. I also find it humorous still that the idea of selling them on the internet came from a human that I lived near. He was always a strange fellow and he made a nice addition to my collection after he saw me coming out of my shower… with my hair up and ears on display. ...Of what I have become.
(your personality) If you listen, you will hear that I like:
Techno and classical music, the feel of soft supple skin, children to a degree, tea spiked with about six teaspoons of sugar. If you look, you will see I despise:
Rather bland or bitter drinks, people that are a little too curious for their own good, honor and chivalry… Bees as well. A sin for him, desire within…
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:16 am
A black and white image doesn't show hair colour, eye colour or anything like that. Even if it's only short, please leave the description part in.
Other than that, it looks great.
Also, you've got double full stops in the occupation part.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:20 am
Very well and I'm...kind of tired. The real profile will have such completeion.
...What's a double full stop?
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:23 am
That's okay. I'm only starting mine now so there's no rush.
You've got two fullstops instead of one.
My character hates earwax.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:28 am
...I jus realized I never decided her eye color. I kind of want to go with grey.
Alright...What's a full stop? I never really payed attention when my english class had grammar lessons. They loved changing up the words for verbs and subject among other things.
Do you think he could be mistaken for a child? Then get caught by a truant officer or something?
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:32 am
A period? The thing between the arrows >.< Hey, that looks like a wince face. >.< I had awesome teachers in primary school and did editing at uni. No, I think he'd go under the "monstrous" catagory. He's a bit creepy looking and he has pure white skin.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:36 am
...-checks now that I kno another name for it- Damn it, I thought I fixed that TAT
Ah completely forgot about the white skin.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:38 am
Hey, do you think it would be okay if my character had a person it was haunting who woke up, asked it to come back in the morning for coffee and became friends with it?
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:47 am
you might have midnight come back, shapeshifted as a human, and demand the coffee. Making some story up about how they met and invited Midnight over in the morning...especially if it's a girl. I don't see why not, though I think it'd try and deny the whole "I'm an alp" and I wanted your blood/breastmilk.
So what do you call an "..." if a period is a full stop.
Oh what's his moniker going to be?
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:54 am
... is an ellipsis.
I'm not calling him Midnight anymore because we decided on Mitternacht as part of the title. I'm still thinking on a name.
I was going with how if a human wakes up while he's still there, they can ask him back in the morning for coffee or offer gifts. The alp would leave and return for his gift. I'm thinking that my alp could have had a conversation wiuth a human and thought hey, this isn't bad. He'd still have fun tormenting other humans but he'd leave this one alone other than coffee. There would always be the threat that if the human spoke of him, the Synode would become vengeful and kill the person out of necessity.
I'm thinking of eaither being really lame and calling him "the Alp" or perhaps "the nightmare artist".
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 1:58 am
Ah so it's the same thing. Hmm I was hoping for something different since you told me about the full stop.
Ah okay. How about Snow or Flake if it's paper white XP
Eh possibly. I was debating on having Elina remember a specific doll she made that was of a rather lecherous husband, who constantly cheated on his wife and who the doll maker had fallen for.
...I'd lean more towards the nightmare artists... no wait a really lame name would be "The milk man" or something refering to it. AHAHAH I think The Butterfly would be even worse.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 2:06 am
Where do you live? I was just wondering because Australia calls . a full stop and America calls it a period (which to Aust is the thing girls get each month).
I was thinking something dark like Frightful (but I am so not using that).
That's a really good idea. She could use him like a voodoo cushion... or sell him to someone whose husband cheated.
Have you ever heard of a sin eater? Is it possible for her to turn the dolls into people's sin eaters? A sin eater is someone or something that feels someone's pain for them. If a woman was cheated on, the doll would feel the pain instead of her (or perhaps syphan some of it instead of all).
LOLOLOLOL! Milk man made me laugh. It's funny at least.
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Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 6:59 am
In America...a period is both the monthly thing and the dot at the end of a sentence. We like to make words mean different things to complicate our lives. hahahaaa
A name...I like making up names.
I would probably just make up something odd sounding like Veska...or like look up two names that stand for gross/evil/killer/etc and then switch the letters around to come up with a name.
I used to do that ALL the time. Of course I stopped after I started making a lot more characters. It took a while to make up my own names...yea.
AND YAY! It is up and almost ready to go. ^_^
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