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 Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 3:15 pm
Name: Carren Rowa Máirín
Stage: Rumored Prophet
God: Morrígan
Likes: ???
Dislikes: ???
Personality: Defensive, skittish, mistrusting
Player: Nauticah
This Journal is the property of Nauticah and no one else should post in it without her permission. Her cert is here
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 6:02 pm
 Directions... If anything, I know my way around.
Firstly, The Basics,
followed by She Who Damned Me.
Afterward, my Strange Life.
Then it's on to My Family, whom I was damned to... Miss them? Yeah, but they're better off.
Photographs, in case one day I get stuck as a wolf and stay that for a while. I got stuck as a baby cow for two hours once, I had two butchers chasing after me!
Fur and Feathers, enough changes mean I oughta record it down, righ'?
I list Those Other Players, so I know who to trust, and who not. Just...in case.
My Life as it Stands, better known as the page I jot down what weird stuff happens to me...aside from the random "Oh I'm a goat! MAAA! -- Oh I'm a girl again! OH NOES A CAT!" problem...
Theeeeen My Rap Sheet,
and then we finish off with The Journal. Ain' that nice?
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 6:44 pm
Start with the basics, righ'? The Basics, so you know who I really am.
My name is Carren Rowa Máirín, call me Crow, okay? I'm 10 years old, maybe I'm young but, I'll be eleven on October 12th! I've been on the streets for two years--it's why I'm so skittish, you try getting beaten up by mad dads, see how you feel afterward! Anyway, I don't like the streets much because I love warm weather, and y'know the streets get cold. But the dark is another thing I love, good for hiding and sneaking around, which is pretty useful. Well, I mean, when... Uhm... Oh yeah, I love soccer, but most kids won't play with me. Oh, and I hate dodgeball, I always end up switching when I get hit, and I then usually fall...and then the kids pick on me again....
Well, that's at least how I started in this game, as a ten year old kid. I'm still...well, ten, I've only been alive for ten years. But I'm about sixteen, I figure. Still born October 12th, but I doubt my birthday really freakin' matters anymore.
I'm still learning this new body, this new me. You wouldn't believe how much a growth that normally takes five years all done in one night can change you. But I know these things:
I still like soccer, and thereby kick a** at it. Giant hooves for the win! Warm equals good and happy, so does darkness. Like a mushroom, y'know? Still don't trust people farther than I can throw them. I live on the streets, and I like it that way. Screw you, ninnies.
Bossy idiots with a lack of streets smarts piss me off. Oh, yes, and I still hate storms, damnit.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 7:09 pm
I dunno who did this to me... She Who Damned Me, or, Morrígan. The b***h who thought I'd be a wonderful little candidate for being the resilient little changeling whore she needed to proclaim her goddesshood.
I understand her, she picked me out. ********. I'll go with that.
As the damn library rattled it off:
Morrígan is a 'goddess' from Irish mythology, although she's never truly referred to as being a goddess, it is generally understood that she is. She is typically seen as a frightening figure, or, a monster. Associated with war and death on the battlefield, she would often appear as a carrion crow; for normal folk that's foreshadowing doom. She would often appear with cattle, this may be possibly that she was also linked with the land and fertility.
Morrígan really was only known with one actual ability; shape shifting. Since, as said previously, she's appeared in the form of a crow. But, also she has appeared as a young woman to Cúchulainn, then an eel (to trip him), then a wolf to drive his cattle away (maybe the cattle was with her because she liked meat?), and finally as an old woman with the same battle wounds from all the previous forms.
Devious little b***h, ain' she? I think I'd do such for a greater cause than just to piss off this one guy.
I'd like to think so, anyway.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 7:11 pm
People say 7 is a lucky number. Would that make 8 unlucky? Sure was for me... My Strange Life. Well, it was normal for a while...
My parents are teachers at a school for the Borders' kids, New Hope Elementary and Middle Schools. They seemed to always worry about money, especially that Murphy and Killian were born before me, so I'm the third child... Then Lil' Luke came along when I was five. Once Luke was born, I don't remember a day going by (except birthdays and holidays) in which Mom and Dad didn't worry about money. I know it was because of us, but they never wanted to make us feel bad for it. They did their best, I know, but some things I guess never work out right.
Everything seemed fine, well, aside from when Mom would spontaneously cry and Dad have t'go comfort her. Killian would yank me outside, then yell for Murphy so we could play soccer or something. Anything to keep me from worrying.
I wish things stayed that way, too. We were happy, and even though sometimes Mom and Dad seemed worried, things...were still better than they were when I turned eight.
It didn't happen on my birthday, or the day after...actually, I think it was March? It's been two years now either way. I was playing outside with Murphy when...something happened. I still don't know what, or how long it had been there before it happened. Murphy knocked me down, and I screamed. Something on my back hurt really bad when he did that, and Murphy went to pick me up, but ran away to Dad thinking I had fell on a bird.
I hadn't, because I was the one in pain, and I sure didn't hear anything squawk under me. Killian and Dad walked over, and Killian yelped. Dad took my hand and helped me up...but both Murphy and Killian just gave me this weird look. My back still hurt, so I just yelled at them. When I looked up at Dad, he looked...scared. He called for Mom, Mom came out with Luke following right behind her--Luke follows Mom everywhere, and she shrieked.
"Get it off! Get it off of her!"
"I... I can't! It's... part... of... her!"
I didn't get that. But when I glanced back, I seen them. Those damn red wings. As soon as I seen them, and seen the look on Killian's face, I ran. Killian was always the smart one, he had just started high school and all, you would think he'd be the calm one, right? Even when my parents get upset, he was always there for them to cheer them up...
...but he was crying. I ran away that day, I couldn't bare knowing I made my family cry. Mom and Dad tried to keep me in school, but I would...change. My feet would be hooves and I could kick a door down practically. I'd get this fuzzy tail and other kids would pull on it. My feathers would fall off everywhere, not to mention, kids picked at my wings, too. They hated me. I was different, and they hated me for it. So, I ran away from school, too. My family didn't ask for me, so I ain' gonna be family any more.
The street is my home, and I am my only family I have.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 8:53 pm
The Old and the New My Family, both my old family, and my new family. Essentially, my entire family, related or not.
Mom and Dad are teachers, like I said. Mom teaches fourth grade, Dad teaches seventh grade History. I'm not sure exactly what they teach but basically that's what I remember. Dad is ten years older than Mom, for some reason people found that odd but we didn't care. They also constantly worried about money, and keeping the house, and...well a lot of things. One thing they loved was us, even me.
Murphy is my 14 year old brother. He's pretty strong and quiet, even a bit distant for some reason. I think he knows more than Killian, Luke, or I ever did about what was going on with Mom and Dad. He always offered to help, but Dad would just yell at him and tell him it's not his place. You know how it goes in our part of the City.
Killian is my 11 year old brother, we're very close. He's really smart so he skipped a few grades, and now he's in the same grade as Murphy. We think he was going to skip Murphy's grade as well, he takes in things so quickly. I always looked to him when I was in trouble, but... Not so much anymore. He couldn't figure out why I had wings, or why I had hooves, and that modern science couldn't explain it. It scared him, when something scares him, it is really bad. I figure then, I must be really bad.
Luke is five years old, and annoying. He whines, he yells, but he means well, I think... He liked my wings, the only one in the family who did. He would pet them and hug them and call me "Birdie" when I would switch. He also REALLY liked my tail...so much he would keep tugging on it. Uggh, that hurt, too, but I miss it. If he was upset about something, and if I was switched, he'd curl up in my wings and nap. Kinda weird of a kid, if you ask me.
Hobert is my family now. He's the old codger who lets me sleep next to his 'house', which is a buncha boxes, blankets, and barrels made into a shelter. He helped me make my own, since we're both Streeters now. He ignored my wings, my hooves, my tail, and said I was just different, that's all. He scares away the kids that chase me home, and the other Streeters who pick on me. He's sort of my protector. He brings me clothes and we both scavenge for food and work when we need to. He sings funny songs at campfires, half the time he gets me to join in. It's honestly the most fun I've had in years. I wouldn't know what to do without Hobert.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 9:34 pm
I like pictures. Really. I do! Photographs so that I never forget myself, or my family.
CHIBISQUEE [ x ] Crow
Innocence of a Child [ x ] Crow
Blame Game [ x ] Crow
Curiosity Didn't Kill the Birds [ x ] Crow
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 9:42 pm
Hey! Where'd my tail go!? Fur and Feathers, nothing to do with pets, everything to do with me.
The first time in March it happened, I got these red wings. I've usually got them every time I change.
Two days later it happened again, this time I got wings and a tail. A short, fluffy, tail the same color as my hair. Killian twitched but he brushed it out for me that morning, Mom pretty much cried. Dad was in shock...but I went to school anyway. They told me to tell everyone I was dressed up, but that didn't last long when one kid tried to rip off my wing.
Three weeks later the kids had thrown me in a dark room and locked the door on me. I screamed, and cried, and no one came for me. Suddenly, I just felt the urge to kick the door. I did, and with a loud clomp, my new hooves kicked a big hole in the door. My leg got stuck for a minute but I got it out, then I kicked a few more times and I could get though.
Later that same day I would turn into a calf. I ran around the Harbor for two hours with I know two butchers chasing after me!
A couple weeks later I just had wings and my funny legs. I kicked down a flimsy plastic door... Well, I was mad and I took it out on the bathroom stall door.
Three months pass and I hadn't changed, it was really nice. Then one day I got wings, tail, and hooves. I got stuck with these for the next year... I think. After that I started to lose track of the days, I was on the streets more than I was at home. I miss my family...
The Game started when I met Anubis, and he gave me this armband that made me change FOUR TIMES. First into a wolf with wings, then a baby cow, then a wolf AGAIN...then a kitten. I was so tired I had to crash at his place. -w- I turned back into a human girl for a day, but then changed back into the wings/hooves/tail thing. This ain' fun. I randomly change back into a normal person but not long enough to even bother writing down.
Over the next three days I changed a total of twelve times. Twelve times, and I swear it's because of my armband. I would be human, then switch, then turn into an animal. It's always something I've known, or seen. The kitten looks like Snooky from when I was a toddler, she died because a loose calf stepped on her. Stupid calf--I turn into him, too, on occasion. The wolf and the bird are both from my dreams... Strangely, I've had them since...well...ever. The dreams, I mean. There's too many of the dreams to remember, but I know they're always there, and never together, either.
Oh, yes, I add I haven't been human since then, and about a week or three later I changed willingly for the first time. Then I age-jumped and now I can do it whenever I want. Pointless to keep a log then, heh?
Maybe I'll use it if I ever turn human again.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 9:46 pm
Those others in the game... I hope they don't pick on me too. Those Other Players...
Fish I have met. He's on Cthulhu's hitlist. Eh, I don't like the gilled b*****d anyway.
Ciro I have met, and...likely still staying at my place, but, I've left it so... It's no longer my place. I'm staying away for his own good. He doesn't need some skitzo chick to deal with.
Writ I met and... He saved my a**. I owe him one, but... Yeah. We're not anything. Even if he kissed me, he's way too good for me. Refer. To. Skizo.
Met Len and yeah... We're aligned. I really hate it but... Only thing that can take me, I guess.
Maria I have met back before I grew and went skitzo so... Yeah. I barely remember her.
Jubs I've met, but it's been a while. DO. NOT. CARE. ABOUT, he's too shrimpy to be much of a threat.
Seth I have also met and I'm align to him too. I...don't really give a s**t about the kid. He's way too apathetic. Why do I get the shitty alliance, eh?
Anubis I've met, he got me into the Game. He's really nice, I think. He was the one to tell me about Morrigan, and also give me my pretty armband. I wonder how Annie's doing... I bet he's fine, he can totally handle himself.
Miss Floros I met and... WOW that woman can be a b***h. She also has this assistant, who...melts? One favor left, and I never have to deal with her again.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 9:03 am
This isn't a crazy book, this is my LIFE. My Life as it Stands: In short I use this page to kinda tell me what's going on with my life since I've officially...er...left home? I need a better word for that...
Anyway. I'll just try and keep them in order... I'll list where it happened as well.
Joined the Game through Anubis at the Commerce Corridors.
Met another player, Writ, along the Border East and Streets.
Met Miss Floros, at her shop. I owe her a favor.
Met the other players, Fish, Len, and Maria, in Middling, when they defended me from old school bullies. Also found out about Blacksuits.
Ran into Writ again, at his house. HE GREW!
Met and Allied with Ciro in Middling. Busy busy busy.
Met Len in my own dream. If that isn't messed up... Grah!
Found Writ in around the scant edges of Middling. Then...
Happened upon Fish again, and met Dumb-Puppy Jubs, AND Writ... I can't even say it... Anyway, I was in the Downers.
Met Seth later that day while wandering around Middling.
Met with Persy, exchanged info about Len and met Teen Crazy-Blind Ciro that night at Seasons. I took Ciro home as well.
Ciro and I took off to fight that morning after in the Downers, and we killed the Minotaur with Writ's help. Writ...also kissed me. Heh.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 9:06 am
Just in case I live, I might as well know how well I'm doing. My Rap Sheet. Sounded right for a part of my journal that's gonna list how good I'm doing, right? Riiiiightt?
Points: 256.48
Fame: D: I suddenly wish I didn't know so many boys.
Played: 13 RPs, 3 Solos
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 9:35 am
And a one, and a two... Yes. I'm randomly making numbered pages. Whoot! 11!
Bark?
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 9:38 am
And a one, and a two... Yes. I'm randomly making numbered pages. Whoot! 12!
Nnn'kay, enough animal noises...
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 9:47 am
And a one, and a two... Yes. I'm randomly making numbered pages. Whoot! 13!
Hmmm, the number 13... It's like a cute kitten blushing and smiling as if it done something evil.
I wonder...
Nope. Nada.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 9:49 am
...drumroll, please! CREDITS
"Crow" (c) Nauticah
Official Art (c) Silverah
Fanart (c) Their respective artists
Endgame (c) Fallen_kitsune_thief, Ohmer, Silverah
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