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You Are Midnight
You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.
Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.
Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.
You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.
What Time Of Day Are You?
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 · Fri Jul 13, 2007 @ 08:34am · 0 Comments |
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So I couldnt resist. I love Alex to much to scrap her. I couldnt even deal with a false similar character. So alex is back from the dead. How? She's not telling but she's back. And with all her memories. She's gotten over the past and is ready to start a new future. Of course, as one would think, to rise from the dead was a tough challenge so she'll be a little edgy. But still Alex is back and ready for a little bit of fun. >_<
I love being alive.
· Fri Jun 01, 2007 @ 04:42pm · 0 Comments |
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Moonmelodie-218 yrs old
Race- Night Elf
Family- Mother- Solara
Father- Thangar
Younger sister- Moondial
Younger brother- Moonrage
Personality- Moonmelodie is very selfish but hates to see people in distress. She help you out but dont expect her to offer her serves beyond what she signed up for.
History- Like her sister, Melodie for short, grew up in Darnassus spending much of her time in the Temple of Elune, be that it was the quietest place in the whole city with everyone always trading. When her father died she remained very stoic about the whole thing, knowing her fathers secret and hating him in secret for it. For the years before her mother fell ill she worked selling reagents, bringing in a steady income. After her mother was diagnosed she began working two jobs, one as a reagents vendor and another as an innkeeper. She often found herself taking off work, having to take care of her mother at night since her sister had a job that Melodie hated hearing of and her brother was still to young to take care of anyone. Melodie was often find the only way to keep her sanity was to sit and think about all the times she could have stopped her fathers demise. She would recall him coming home with the fowl smell of orc on him clothes or a strong orcish ale on his breath. Once he took her with him, knowing her disconnection with other of any race and thinking one day she would take over for him. What she saw on the trip was many Orcs, Tauren, Undead, and Trolls. Some raising a blade sing a new night elf in their presence other just wanting to kill such a innocent looking girl. Her father was selling armor and weapons that people would sell to him to empty their bags to new members of the Horde warforce. She never did care about anyone more than a little but she was not going to let her family be shamed by her fathers. When Moondial gave birth to a boy, she found that all her family would do would bring shame to one another. Several years after Moondial left, after taking care of her nephew and brother till her brother was mature enough, she decided that to stay in the house of unforgivable shame was worse than helping out the Alliance. Still stoic and cold, she ventures through the land of Kalimdor unshaken by the presence of Horde, knowing that her fathers evil did some good.
· Tue Feb 20, 2007 @ 03:47pm · 0 Comments |
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Moondial-157 yrs old
Race- Night Elf
Family- Mother- Solara
Father- Thangar
Older sister- Moonmelodie
Younger brother- Moonrage
Son- Midnight
Personality- Moondial is outgoing and loves to help people out, but after that point she lets very few get to truly know her
History- Moondial grew up in the westside of Darnassus, seeing how her father was a mount trainer and mother was an exceptional Chef. Though her father was more than well off, they family never seemed to retain any type of income. To make their financial problems worst, one day while out training a young Mage, there was an attack in the woods of Darkshore and her father was one of many who fell in battle. Moondial swore revenge on all Horde from that point on. Though she was still growing and could barely handle closing the cages for the mounts. When Moondial was old enough to leave the safety of Darnassus's walls and unleash her pent up rage on every Horde that crossed her, her mother fell ill and the family had no source of income. Moondial trying training people for mounts but knew little about it herself then tried training the mounts but it seemed all of them would rather feast on her than listen to her. Have no other skills that could keep the family in their long standing home, she to a job in her racial name and took the streets. Her younger brother never was the wiser about what she was doing when she left the house at night. Her sister protested with her every night but was neither strong enough to stop her nor had the time to play her argument out due to constant tending her their mother. A few years passed and one night Moondial found herself unable to work, having caught some kind of bug. After a few days with the illness, a priestess from the Temple of Elune gave her the news of a young soul growing inside of her. Face with a decision of to keep it or kill it, the decision was made by her pockets. The boy was born and she named it, though she never tells anyone about him. Two years later her mother died as her condition weakened. It was another ten years before she built up enough silver to begin her training as a hunter. She goes back to Darnassus on occasion to visit her secret son and her siblings.
· Tue Feb 20, 2007 @ 03:23pm · 0 Comments |
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· Sun Nov 12, 2006 @ 03:30am · 1 Comments |
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Excuse me
As I bleed
In my corner
It will trickle down my arm
And collect at my feet
I hope you dont mind
I hope you dont mind that I'm
Willing to die
Waiting to die
While you
Watch as I cry
Hoping that I
Dissappear
Cause you'd rather watch me as I
Run in fear
I hope you hear that
I wont let you win (I wont let you win)
You cant make me
And you cant get me
To give in to you
I see you sitting there
Playing games
Hoping that they all call me lame
I think foolish that a fool like you
Would put all their dreams in a kid like me
But I dont mind, I dont mind
You can keep wasting your time, wasting your time
Hoping that I that am willing to pay my dime
To fall for your tricks, because I wont
Run in fear
I hope you hear that
I wont let you win (I wont let you win)
You cant make me
And you cant get me
To give in to you
One time you could have had me at your feet
But then the sun rose I saw your face
Maybe Im off track but okay
Because the quickest way to anywhere is to plan
So make your trip
Take your trip
I wont stop you now
Keep going now
Because my heart is tired and pain from those year
So you can
Run in fear
I hope you hear that
I wont let you win (I wont let you win)
You cant make me
And you cant get me
To give in to you [echo]
I sincerly hope you hear
That I am no longer there
I wont fall for your trick
You take your pick
Im going east
Your going west
And with that I know we'll meet again
But when that happens
I wont run fear, run fear
I'll make you hear, make you hear
That Im taking back me life
So excuse me as I pick up the peices
I reassemble myself head to toe
'Cause Im ready hear
Ready to see clear
That Im not
Ready to die
Its not my die
So you can sit there and can
And hope I dissappear
'Cause Im not ready to
Run in fear
I hope you hear that
I wont let you win (I didnt let you win)
You cant make me
And you didnt get me
To give in to you
I wont give in to you
· Wed Sep 13, 2006 @ 04:16am · 0 Comments |
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Im watching this stupid movie call "Something New." Its super racist. Its so ******** retarded. I really cant stand these kind of movies. People are people. When you put what race you were born as before who you are, your bound you be some ******** up stereotype (?). I really want to slap everyone one in this production. Its the worst movie I have ever seen. Even worst than the comparison of Memoires of a Geisha movie to book. And if you know me, you know I hate the changes in it.
· Mon Sep 04, 2006 @ 01:21am · 0 Comments |
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((I was chatting and I was just being my normal goofy self and pullout my spoon of Doom and challenged my friend to a duel. I got an idea and here it is))
Trent tightened his grip on the thin handle of his fork. "Trent, you might as well just give up. I've got you beat. You'll never defeat my spork. Sporks are invinsible!" Dani, his older bother, said with a grin. "Four Pronged Fork! Ability: Multy Pronge Silver Bullet!" A wave of silver rushed towards Dani but feel to his feet once colliding with the hardened spork shield. "Maybe next time, sport. You're bound to get better."
Trent shot up from his bed in a cold sweat. He laced his hand over his face and peered through his fingers at the picture of his brother next to his bed. Next to it sat a cased spork. "I dreamt about you again brother. I will avenge you one day. I swear."
Okay, thats the stort version Im doing myself. Im also going to start a RP. First I have to compile a list of things in the kitchen for weapons list and then get some starting Abilities. LEave a comment if you have any ideas.
· Fri Jul 21, 2006 @ 06:57pm · 1 Comments |
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I came up with a new character for Alex using her quote "I'm somebody's fae."
Faye Yume
Age: 23
Race: Human (maybe dog/wolf)
Description: Forest green eyes, Natural wavy red hair, 5" 10'
Bio: (First person) When I was five I learned my family was poor. Why? Because they worked freelance and the big jobs asked for them to break my parents morals and the jobs they got paided to just enough to get by. By time I was six, we were so poor, my parents sold me to a man for money. I didnt care at first. I was only six. It was when I was first put to work I became askew to what I was. his grubby hands all over me. I delt with that for years until I had stolen and earned enough money to pay my way out. I was ten. I was a killer. I had learned how to concel who I was long enough to get by and get out. I became like my parents. Assasin for hire. I learned how to use many different weapons and kept speed with technology. My scar burned into my soul so I could continue my dealings. But none of what I do now is important. Why? Because its all a dream. Im a dream. Faye Yume. Faerie's Dream.
· Fri Jun 23, 2006 @ 08:24am · 0 Comments |
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