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 Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 10:17 am
|___ S P I C A T A ___| 
Welcome to s**c's Meruhen!
This is a journal for Chu, so please don't post without her permission unless dropping off a gift.
Journal Props and (c) to Anya, for spawning a trend. .: Stats :. Str: 15 End: 20 [+3 BONUS] Int: 9 Eth: 3 Luc: 10 [+2 BONUS] Chr: 25 [PStr +3] PerStr: 5 [Allure] PerWk: 5 [Memory] Equipment Bonus:slot1- Feldspar Hairpins [Luck +2] slot2- Jade Earrings [Charisma +3] slot3- EMPTY slot4- EMPTY slot5- Gold anklets [Endurance +3] .: Bond/Family Info :. - Bond: n/a Parent [a]: Ogre Lab's .: Wakareme :.
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.: Bulletin Board :. Quote: You have been awarded 3 EXP points to put into any section of your stats you wish. Use them all in one section, or boost up three at a time. How your stats increase will effect what your dou can and will discover throughout the RP and the Douverse. ;3 -staff
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 11:30 pm
Profile
-=In Progress=-
Name: Spicata Mint
Nickname: s**c
Sex: Male
Age: Won't tell... old enough
Type: Mint
Species: Flora
Position: Uke
Personality: Feminine and Quiet
Ability: Still Unknown?!?
Turn ons: Silk, Elegance
Turn offs: Sweat, Mud
Looks: Long mint green hair that won't stay up, pale green eyes, and very feminie. Petite in body structure. He is often mistaken for a girl as he wears dresses half the time as well as makeup.
Education: Assassin/Courtesan Training by Enlil
Occupation: Assassin (Runs a Dress Shop on the side)
Marital status: Single
Family: Enlil, Winchester Grey, Darjeeling, Tickuan, Vlad, Opiate, Gerard, and Nefarsin (his only apprentice).
Diction/accent: Trained out of any accent.
Relationships: None Currently
Sexual history: First fell for Gerard a human who died in an attack by the Infernis. His second love was Opiate, a southern Dou who ran a slave trade. He slowly fell for the man, who then too passed away all to suddenly for s**c's taste.
Places: Tea Houses, Dress Shop, The Hallaberd School Home Ec. Room
Possessions: Sharpened, Metal Chopsticks with danglies or sparklies on the ends
Hobbies: Making dresses, practicing, collecting chopsticks
Obsessions: Looking his best.
Beliefs: Life is relative to how one lives it. Follow your instincts and pay attention to your surrounding as well as the way you carry yourself. It will take you the farthest.
Politics: Pending on which hand is paying the highest
Ambitions: Perfecting his craft
Religion: None, one builds thier own destiny.
Superstitions: None.
Fears: To fall in love again only to loose
Attitude: Calm, collected, and dimure.
Taste in books/music/etc: Good Romance Novels, Classical Music
Foods: Italian and Japanese Food, Mint Tea, Mint Chocolate Chip Icecream
Handwriting: Elegant Script
Astrological sign: -------------
Talents: Hidding weapons subtlely,
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 11:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 9:19 pm
PossessionsSpicata's Kahu, Lock. s**c sees him as his four-legged, furry child. Insulting comments given to his baby will result in pain deliverd by various means.
A sparklie!
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 7:52 pm
RP3 Event It had been 3 days since Spicata had to put up the Help Wanted sign. He had to find someone soon or he wouldn't be able to take the teaching job at the school. Fixing the seam on a gown seemed the only thing to keep his attention from the lack of help on the slow afternoon.Kellas walked along the street with a newspaper tucked under his arm. So far, each place he'd visited had proved to be highly unacceptable in his eyes. It wasn't even that the man was being extremely critical - it was either the pay, or it was the job requirements. Someone as slender as he was couldn't be expected to move heavy boxes all day for next to nothing! Now, several hours into his job hunt for the day, he had given up and was just walking. Naturally, the moment he gave up - he saw a "Help Wanted" sign in the window of what appeared to be a decent place.
"...bugger all, it doesn't hurt to look" And with that the man opened the door and entered the shop, pushing up his glasses as they slipped down his nose. s**c glanced up from the seam he was working on. Pale green hair slipped into his eyes as he watched the man. "Can I help you?The intruder had a rather business-like - if weary - expression on his face, and his eyes seemed to take in everything at once. Some habits died hard, really; Kellas wasn't in the information business any longer, but he couldn't help trained habits coming to the fore, even now. "Perhaps you can...I saw the "Help Wanted" sign in the window, and stepped inside to inquire about it." It was one fluid movement as s**c set the dress down shoved a pair of chopsticks into his hair and came around the counter with a gentle smile. "Please feel free to make yourself comfortable," He said gesturing to the seating area against one wall. "Would you care for some tea?"Small white wings fluttered a bit, settling against the blue-haired man's back as he took a seat, and nodded at the mention of tea. He would have preferred coffee, but tea was just as well. "Yes, thank you." Kellas gave his "host" a bit of a smile; but it was more a gesture of politeness rather than a genuine smile. He was tired, hot, and grumpy - but at least it was cool in the shop - and was making an effort, but part of his brain kept saying that this would end up precisely like the rest of the day had: badly.s**c passed him a cup of the current brew of chai tea and took one for himself. Speaking quietly he sipped his tea. "The job available is simple. All I need is someone to mind the store half the day, particularly the afternoon shift. I will pay you what I would pay myself to watch the shop and tend the customers. Have you ever worked in retail?"Kellas took the proffered chai tea and sipped it thoughtfully before answering. "No, honestly, I've not worked retail much at all. I wouldn't have ever thought to have to." His words were blunt, but very honest. Before, he'd worked in the public, researching, gathering information, etc...but he'd never worked retail seriously. Occassionally he'd "faked" it for the purpose of information gathering, but as far as doing it for a living...no. His education had been to sophisticated for him to worry about a retail job!s**c smiled sweetly and nodded. "That's alright I was only curious. It requires no skill at all, just the occassional clean up, make sure all the clothes are in the right place, and encouragement toward the customers so they purchase the clothing." He set his cup aside and looked his potential assitant over. "I'm curious, what business have you experience in? If that's confidential I understand, but I like to know.""Information Services." He pursed his lips a bit, pausing to adjust his glasses better on his face. "I'm afraid more than that would be confidential...I can say I've skills typing, researching, and filing...though that is putting it in very general terms." Kellas looked away from the mint-colored gentleman for a moment to look around the store. It certainly looked calm enough...and as retail jobs went...he could do worse. "I see. Well that does make things more interesting." He refilled his cup and held it to his lips thinking. "If this works out then I may pay you later for services as an information broker. There are ocassions where I need to find out schedules of clients and such." Taking a sip he set down his cup. That can wait though. "If you are interested you're hired."Soft blue-white wings fluffed a bit and then settled again as the man thought it over. "I would be more than happy to assist you in that faculty, as well as in the shop, ah..I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name." Kellas was being polite again; Spicata hadn't offered his name, but the bluebird felt it would be quite rude to read the man's mind to get that bit of information; also, he didn't like exposing his little "talent" to others."Oh! I'm so sorry I compleatly forgot my manners. I'm Spicata Mint, it's a pleasure to meet you...."Kellas offered his hand, holding the cup of chai he'd been given with his left; "Kellas Julia. Quite alright, it seems we both were preoccupied with other thoughts."s**c shook Kellas' hand with all the caress of a courtesan. "The pleasure is mine. I've been knoticing your wings but thought it wise to not mention anything till I was sure that they did move on thier own. Are they natural?"That handshake brought a world of questions into the bluebird's mind - what sort of man shook hands like that? He certainly didn't...but then again, all men did it differently - he dismissed such thoughts, he'd become somewhat paranoid living in Elysium. "Yes, I was born with them, and they move at the most inopportune moments.""Fascinating. Well, it's getting late. Perhaps you could come by early tomorrow so that I can go over the details of the store and show you where everything is?" He said rising to his feet."Would nearer noon be acceptable, or should I try to come in the early morning?" Kellas set the empty cup he'd been given down and rose as well, his body language was much less defeated than when he'd stepped into the shop, but he was still a tad bit wary - this could fall through at any time. Damn him for being pessimistic!"Noon would suit me fine." He walked over to the front and took down the help wanted sign from the window. "I look foward to working with you Kellas, and if you ever have any questions feel free to ask. Otherwise I will see you tomorrow." Finally Spciata could relax. Not only did he have someone to assist him in his cover work, he now found someone to help him with his night job. Now to introduce his young apprentice to him...that would be his next challenge."I will be here precisely at noon then. And thank you, I shall do my best." Because his best was all that Kellas could do - the man was a**l about things like that. If he was going to do a job, it would be done properly - or not at all. Had Kellas been reading Spicata's mind, he might have been a little put off, but it was still too early for him to be so "rude" with someone that was doing him a good turn. The blue bird dipped his head and turned to leave, his wings stretching out behind him just a tad - it was much more comfortable that way. "Until the morrow, Mr. Mint." "Until tomorrow."
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