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 Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 8:19 pm
Status: SETTING UP X X X X X X X X X X X X X _____________❧ ɑbout the Grimm ❧____ O O O oooooooooName: Neirin Baines oooooooooAge: Twenty-FiveoooooooooBirthdate: November SecondoooooooooHometown: DorwickoooooooooFaction: Still Deciding...oooooooooOccupation: Blacksmith/InventoroooooooooExtra: ...oooooooooNote: ...oooooooooLikes: ... oooooooooDislikes: ... oooooooooHobbies: ...
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 8:21 pm
X X X X X X X X X X X X X _____________❧ ɑbout the keeper's ρersonality ❧____ O O O ooooooooo
BLURB:... oooooooootrait იი1 Forever asking why and how
From a very young age, Neirin displayed an almost annoying tendency of asking "Why", every time an opportunity to do so arose...and sometimes even when they didn't. He was frequently caught taking things apart or following people around as they worked all the while asking them questions. Among his favorite people to follow were those that would eventually influence his educational path, his career path and his eventual career swap - his father, a blacksmith; his mother, an herbalist; a local clockmaker and the local Father. oooooooootrait იი2 Does it have to work this way?
In addition to his curiosity, Neirin was a very analytical youth. Any time he was explained why something worked a certain way or how it worked he would ask if it had to be done in exactly that way. These questions often led to him attempting to recreate whatever it was he had seen so that he could test a multitude of different ways for it to possibly work. This need to "fix" things has also lent itself to things he views as problems within the community. He thoroughly enjoys analyzing a problem, deconstructing it and then rebuilding it to test for better ways to do it or solutions. oooooooootrait იი3 If you need a hand, I'll be there!
Neirin is a little bit of a social butterfly and a compassionate young man who enjoys helping out. If ever there is a person or a friend in need, Neirin can be counted on to step up and help out. He also likes to greet everyone he passes along the street or while he is at work and was fond of study groups during school. Although he is a very social young man, Neirin's immediate social group is rather small - he is one of those "Inner Circle" and "Outer Circle" men who has the friends who are tried and true and then the friends he knows and speaks to, but hasn't truly begun to trust. oooooooootrait იი4 A little temper never hurt anyone, right?
Unfortunately, underneath Neirin's social appearance and helpful nature lies a bit of a temper. He doesn't have a hair trigger, certainly, but once his temper is brought to the surface, the young man has been known to stomp, throw things and rage until he has burned through his fury. People telling falsehoods, unethical behaviors and seeing people treated unjustly are some of the things that upset him the quickest. He has been known to have scuffles with people he sees as transgressing against others.oooooooootrait იი5 Loyalty and honor above all!
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 8:23 pm
X X X X X X X X X X X X X _____________❧ ℸhe Һistory ℸhɑℸ mɑkes us ωhɑℸ ωe ɑre ❧____ O O O oooooooooSibling bonds & sibling rivalries .... oooooooooLoss of a Mother ....oooooooooBlacksmithing ... oooooooooThe Decision to Create ... oooooooooAn Educational Journey ... oooooooooThe Plague Strikes! ... oooooooooNew Beginnings and a New Direction ...
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 8:25 pm
X X X X X X X X X X X X X _____________❧ ɑbout the Plague ❧____ O O O oooooooooName: Anabel oooooooooItem: Filigree Heart LocketoooooooooLikes: lemon curd oooooooooDislikes: ... oooooooooHobbies: ...
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 8:26 pm
X X X X X X X X X X X X X _____________❧ ℸhe history of the plagued item ❧____ O O O oooooooooA Gift from the Heart Short story here will tell how Gwenda, Neirin's older sister, took the place of his mother after her passing. oooooooooThe Beginning of the End Neirin's hands shook as he read the letter and tears fell from his eyes even as the letter floated to the floor. Gwenda had developed signs of the Plague. It had been eight years since the day she had turned 18 and he had given her the heart locket. He wondered if she still wore it, she ha sworn to never remove it, but it had been three years since he last saw her and he couldn't recall if it was on her then or not. Neirin knew he really shouldn't go see her, but he couldn't help himself, at twenty three he missed his eldest sister and he knew this was his last chance to see her before she died. With this in mind, he prepared for the trip and left home the next morning.
Arriving at his sister's home a couple of days later, he discovered the Plague had moved through her body quickly and she was far enough gone that she hardly recognized him. One slender hand of her's clutched something around her neck and the other rested across her very plump stomach. At first glance, Neirin thought perhaps it was the effect of the plague - and then he noticed her stomach move. With a start, he crossed the distance between them quickly and lay a calloused hand across the top of her stomach.
His hazel eyes grew wide as he felt what he imagined as a hand feebly push against his and Gwenda's eyes drifted open to stare at him. "I think its a girl, little brother. I...I would have liked to have named her Anabel." Her hand slid over his and she smiled faintly, "I never took the locket off, Neirin, never."
And with that, the baby brother knelt down to kiss his sister's brow beneath the handkerchief around his mouth and he whispered gently into the locks of hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, "I love you, Gwenda." Sorrowfully, the man closed his sister's eyes and tears streamed down his cheeks as he gently removed the locket from around her neck and tucked it into his pocket. Neirin checked one last time for movement from the baby and finding none, hung his head and took his leave of the room. His sister and her child were gone, but at least he had the locket to remember her by. The locket and everything it meant would stay with him forever. oooooooooHow strange... The days had turned into weeks and the weeks into years before Neirin finally glanced at the locket he had tucked into a simple wooden box. It was the anniversary of his dear sister's death and a strange smell had been emanating from the box for weeks, though he had done his best to ignore it. At first, the blacksmith thought perhaps it was just the leftover smell from his sister's death or that perhaps the locket just needed a good cleaning.
and examined it with interest as the smell grew stronger and the object appeared to ooze blackness. The smell reminded him of how his sister had smelled when she had passed away and Neirin wondered if this was one of those Plague things he had heard of.
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 8:28 pm
X X X X X X X X X X X X X _____________❧ personality of a Plague ❧____ O O O oooooooooA golden heart from a golden locket ...oooooooooFull of determination and opinions ...oooooooooAlways have a plan...and a back-up plan! ...oooooooooThe glass is half full...and half empty at once ...ooooooooo... ...
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 8:29 pm
X X X X X X X X X X X X X _____________❧ ɋuestions ɑnd suggestions ❧____ O O O oooooooooQUESTION answeroooooooooQUESTION answeroooooooooSUGGESTION responseoooooooooSUGGESTION responseoooooooooSUGGESTION response
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 9:55 pm
I am still working on filling in the information, but you are welcome to provide comments, suggestions and critiques as I go along with this quest. Thank you for stopping in! <3
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