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 Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:06 pm
2- Sevastien- Incubus- Ary 3- Viola- Succubus- Zige 4- Rye- Guardian- Ary 5- Vanille- Guardian- Zige 6- Incubus- Information- Ary 7- Succubus- Information- Zige 8- Art- Art?- Ary 9- Man Tries To Commit Suicide With Crossbow- Sample- Zige 10- The Concert That Never Was- Sample- Ary 11- How the Guardians Meet- Information- Zige 12- How the Guardians Decide to Adopt- Information- Ary 13- Powers- Information- Zige 14- Whatever- Whatever- Ary 15- Token Characters- RP Assistants- Zige Current Funds:???/3500k
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:09 pm
...About Sevastian
Name: Sevastian "Sevy" Aiden Disrael
Gender: Male
Species: Incubus
Personality: Sevy is a lover, not a fighter. While Sevy loves people and can always seem to empathize with them, he tends to avoid them due to his shy nature. He doesn't want to make a fool of himself or feel rejected, because he tends to love so unconditionally that even disapproving looks from strangers break his heart. Because of his full, unending attitude towards love he can't understand how his sister seems to fall in and out of it. It's always all or nothing for poor Sevy. It can also make him skiddish around others because of his species, which is hardly considered "kind" to its lovers. The idea of harming anyone is incredibly terrifying to him and tends to drive his fear of intimate relationships outside friendship and family.
Sevy is a worry-wort. This is possibly because he always takes the time to think things through and to turn over multiple possiblities. But, with his sensitivity to people and his love for others it causes him to fret far more then is nessassary. And since his focus is often more outward, towards the world and its individuals, he tends to neglect his own well being for that of others. His love of people also tends to, in fault, raise them higher then they should be held in his mind. Always others are better then he is and his calculating mind grindes away at his faults, bringing his self-confidence to an all-time low. He is very much like a dog, which will forgive any of its master's short-commings but often cowers in the corner for hours after one of its own.
Sevy might be smart, but he has a passion for music. While he loves art like his sister, he has no talent for it. So he quickly became attached to the sweet tones of various instruments and voices. As a child he thrived on piano lessons and singing in a choir. In his older years he moved to the guitar and composing his own songs. For it seemed when he was playing or singing was the only time he was ever truly at ease. To calm himself he often, without even realizing it, taps a tune with his foot or drums his fingers.
He admires his mother Rye greatly and loves her unquestioningly. He looks up to her confident, free-flowing attitude and wishes he could be like her. Not so much like her recklessness, but that ability to smile and just get along with anyone is something he envies to a fault. And he loves her for it. He adores his sister, despite their differences, and would spend time with her rather than anyone else any day. While he doesn't understand Vanille too well, he does like him a great deal and finds he's most comfortable with him because he's quite and reserved, though that is also rather intimidating at times in the case of making a mistake.
Likes: Music, Art! <3 His sister
Dislikes: Strange girls, scary things, roughhousing.
Hobbies: (Older stages) Guitar, singing
Appearance: Wispy dark violet hair (nearly black), sky blue eyes, ram horns, little goat ears, two small fangs, and a tiny set of bat wings. (Pretty much giving complete artistic freedom xD )
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:10 pm
Name: Viola Nadia Disrael
Gender: Female
Species: Succubus
Personality: In Viola Nadia, you find a girl who's always looking to the better side, the brighter tomorrow, and the next great adventure. Cute, fearless, and creative to boot, she is the butterfly to her brother's wallflower, and is almost always seen to be the more unconventional of the two. When in public, she is never seen with a frown on, but a smile- even if it's obvious she doesn't really mean it. She tries her best to understand everyone, but she often fails and then pretends to be kind and understanding while innerly seething.
Though she doesn't seem to exactly lack of brains, she certainly doesn't use them. She has always seen it as her job to come up with the ideas, and Sevy's to make it work. Most of her brainpower does not go into her regular courses, but instead into thinking of bigger and better ideas for her artwork. It has never been a priority for her to think things through before acting, and it often creates a feeling of a true disregard for safety and a lack of seemly caution. She is the sort to rush into things and get in exactly deep enough that she can't get out.
She has a very short temper that she often works very hard to ignore. It is very easy to launch her into an impulsive, ill-planned rant against any injustice, especially those perpetrated against herself or her brother. Any negative comment or constructive criticism on her art, her person, or her brother is enough to jar her into hasty insults that often reflect badly upon her, which then makes her angrier as she spends a lot of time worrying after how others see her.
When nervous or afraid, Viola is prone to fiddling with her clothing. She will pick at stains or anomalies in the fabric, button and unbutton the top buttons of anything that can be buttoned, and brush off imaginary dust from her clothing. She is especially prone to feeling afraid or nervous when about to meet figures of authority, when confronted with very small spaces, or when she is about to go to the doctor's office. She has a horrible fear of needles and surgery, to the point where she will cry at the thought of a needle or someone she knows getting surgery. This is because of some Viola/Vanille plot that, while plotted, is totally not shareable, except with Ary.
When sad, she often tends to seek out her brother or her mother for comfort and consolation. She is of the crybaby type, often being moved to tears by the merest lines in movies. Even a small gesture can bring her to tears in the right situation. Though she is by no means 'emo', she will often consider many dramatic ends for herself when she is sad. But she always rises up from the depths of despair very quickly, often more determinedly cheerful than before. Even though this seems very much at odds with her personality, it is because she is so emotional and dramatic that she is able to be so fiery and still break down into tears.
Among her family, she takes after her mother. Viola, despite being Vanille's daughter, views Rye as a much better role model and aspires to grow up to be just like her, except with more seduction and less craziness. She will go to great lengths to look just like Rye, and to act as similar to her as she can.
Around Vanille, she is often very awkward. He is a surgeon, after all, and the thought of it is dreadfully discomfiting to her. Also, she believes that he spends too much time moping about the house and not enough time going out and experiencing things. Though they can often spend a little father-daughter time together and not have a long, awkward silence, she often makes excuses to avoid him.
Sevastien, her twin, is her very very best friend in the whole wide world. Though they have many differences, she feels that they make their sibling relationship so much more fun. He often tries to make her calm down, and in return, she tries to get him to go out and do crazy, egregious things with her. Their fights, when they happen, are spectacular, because Viola is not above bringing up past arguments where she did not get exactly what she wanted. Because she is such a domineering personality, she will often derail Sevy's ambitions in the hopes of making him do what she thinks is best for him. But at the end of the day, Vivi and Sevy always sit down and spend some quiet time drawing or composing music together.
Likes: Art!~ especially drawing, painting, printing and photography, though she will sometimes attempt sculpture or ceramics; her brother, Sevastien; her mother, Rye; her father, Vanille; bright, sunny days; getting out of school for a day; haircuts; exotic colors; cosplay; baths; boys
Dislikes: Rainy days, except when they're danceable; modernism; showers; short hair; critics; mathematics; writing; playing piano; rules
Hobbies: Drawing, dancing in the rain, boys
Appearance: Bah, I are reworking it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:18 pm
...About Rye
Name: Rye Maeve Vestbit
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Rye is probably the last person you'd want to entrust with children. She's all for partying hard and not committing to anything. She does whatever she wants and slithers out of responsibilities with a smile. It is nearly impossible to pin anything on her, no matter how hard you might try. So it's usually best to assume she won't be helpful at all, for it makes those moments when she does all that more meaningful.
She's the kind of person that will get along with anyone. She doesn't judge, she just smiles and enjoys your company, no matter how gloomy you might be. While she may not seem very sensitive to others' miseries, it's not quite the case. She just doesn't believe in feeling sorry for oneself. With her history, if she had been the type of person to give in to sorrow she would have broken a long time ago. Instead she tries to cheer others up and get them to relax rather then mess around with their mood swings.
This may make her seem like a pain, but often she knows exactly what to say to get someone back on their feet. She believes in people above all else and doesn't believe in fate, no matter how many horoscopes and superstitions she pretends to have. She may not be there when the dishes or dirty or when the kid needs a ride to the play, but she'll be there when it counts.
As far as the "family" goes, she acts more like a best friend towards everyone instead of a mother or...well...a strange woman invading the house. She can often be found pestering Vanille, since it seems its her hobby to try and cheer the poor guy up. Without success, of course. She loves her little Sevy and is constantly pushing him to his limits, trying to have him gain the confidence he deserves and become more relaxed about life. While Sevy often meets her advice with dismay, Rye is quick to give her imput to Vivi as well and the female twin seems to pick it up a lot better, much to Rye's pleasure. But the fact remains that Rye does whatever seems the most enjoyable. So while one moment you'll see her cuddly her Sevy or helping Vivi with her dress, the next moment she'll be gone without a word, off to do something on her own.
Likes: Horoscopes, Astrology, Anything Fun
Dislikes: Being "caged", work
Hobbies: Dancing, Singing, Clubbing, Etc.
Appearance: Long black wavy hair with pretty brown eyes. Tends to wear whatever suits her fancy at the time-from risqué dresses to casual jeans and a cute T-shirt, she's up for anything.
History (for Guardians): Rye's father was hardly what you'd call parent material. He's one of the people that has the neighbors whispering about how they wished you had to have a license to have a kid. But since that obviously isn't the case, he had Rye. Unfortunately for Rye and her mother, he was deep into alcohol and very abusive. Finally he just disappeared one day without a word, leaving Rye and her mother to fend for themselves in a rundown apartment in the crappy part of the city. They handled things pretty well for their situation, but a few years before Rye was able to graduate from high school her mother was diagnosed with cancer and she died within the year. Rye managed to scrape through her last years of high school, which she only did due to her mother's wishes and the fact that you couldn't earn any kind of money without that bit of education, and from there went to find odd jobs here and there, never seeming to commit to anything at all.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:19 pm
this is Vanille's sheetghost doll. sorry if you thought it WAS Vanille.
Name: Vanille Bienvuto Disrael
Gender: Male
Species: Human
History: Vanille had a fairly easy childhood, being born to two parents who both loved each other and didn't mind only having one child. He breezed through most of his early life without a hitch, except when he tried to go out for sports teams to please his father (he failed miserably). The only incident worth noting before he began to try for his doctorate was his acquisition of a fear of heights, due to a long fall of about ten feet. He broke his arm, and the bone broke his skin. Though the bone was reset properly and healed well, this incident is notable not only for the scar he gained but for the beginning of his desire to be a doctor- specifically, a surgeon.
He obtained the prerequisite grades to get a scholarship to the best medical school around. It was there, while he was in his senior year, that he met Emmeline. They fell in love at first sight, becoming engaged when he had two years left before his doctorate. She was everything he'd ever wanted in a girl: intelligent, kind, understanding. It didn't hurt that she was beautiful, either. He assumed everything would go wonderfully, as life always had for him. It was merely a year later, her mother died when she had a stroke. Vanille was working a late-night shift at the nearby hospital, and thusly was the one to tell Emmeline of the occurance.
Understandably, Emmeline became angry. Though he told her that he was not the doctor who had tended to her mother, she went off on a rant that covered all of his weak traits and every sore spot he had, ending with, "You can't save anyone! Not even one person!" He tried again to tell her that he had not been the one who had so spectacularly failed to deal with the effects of the stroke, but she wouldn't listen to him. Before she announced that their engagement was over, she reiterated every foul thing she had said to him before. Then she announced that she was leaving for New York City and a high-paying journalism job.
This kind of let-down was foreign to Vanille. Everything had always gone exactly as he planned, but for minor exceptions; the thought of someone leaving him was anathema, impossible to him. He kept up a hope that Emmeline would see reason and take back everything she said that night, even when he left for work and she wasn't in the apartment. When he returned home after his early-morning shift, the ring on the counter and the sudden absence of everything that his fiancee had brought into the apartment they'd shared just drove it home. Most of his eventing that night was spent calling her, trying to explain again. But every time, she hung up or just plain didn't answer. He threw himself into work, trying to make himself so exhausted that he would just forget. But when he wasn't at work, he was sitting in a chair and just staring at the ceiling- he didn't eat, he didn't sleep, it was as if he was dead.
His friends told him that it wasn't worth it to get so worked up over a girl, that she obviously wasn't meant for him if she didn't understand that death occurs to everyone. But Emmeline had become a symbol to Vanille- she represented all his successes in life. Losing her was comparable to losing his degrees- it was just too horrible for him to desire to comprehend. Even though he had so much to live for- his perfect life still could happen, just without his fiancee- he could see nothing except blank days. Nothing except work, a miserly death, and all the people that he couldn't save.
So, he attempted to get out of such a dull future. In a fit of despair, Vanille tried to cut his wrist; despite his own expertise as a surgeon, he missed any major arteries. Later, he would hypothesize that he didn't truly want to die- or else it was so dark, he didn't know where he was putting the razor blade. So, instead of ending up in a coffin, he ended up in a sanitarium, where he could work through his depression and suicidal impulses. It worked, a little. With the help of medication and a good counselor, he got through the worst of it and was discharged.
Though he no longer was a danger to himself, Vanille still had trouble getting out of bed in the morning. He would roll over, intending to say good morning to Emmeline, and she wouldn't be there. To him, it was like being stuck in a rut; he wasn't getting worse, no, but he wasn't improving, either.
After his release from the sanitarium, he changed his specialty and entered plastic surgery. Even as he became more famous for his skilled work, he began to think more cynically about the human race. People paid him hundreds of thousands of dollars to make them more beautiful, and he wondered if this was really what he went to school to do. As time rolled on, he used his money to try and repair that hole that Emmeline had left in his chest, failing more spectacularly every time.
What Vanille needed was an intervention, someone to wake him up. And that's what he got, one night, when he went to a concert...
Personality: Vanille is depressed. He is just one of those people who tries so very hard to see the brighter side of things, but can't ever see it without being tempted to beat his head on a desk. It's very easy to get him to a point where all he wants to do is put his head in his hands and cry. And once he is at that point, he will worry himself to sickness and run through every unthinkable, dramatic ending a situation could possibly have. This quality surfaced as recently as two years ago, coincidentally around the time when his fiancee's mother died and his left him.
Once he gets caught up in a person or activity, he will pursue it with all due caution, but to a point that others might describe as insane. This is what happened with work; he saw it was a way to lose everything else and just see the one thing, the tummy tuck, the appendix. Surgery is his obsession, and he spends much of his free time continuing research to make it more effective.
Vanille is a very private person, to a point where every door in his house has a lock (and he's the only person who has the keys). He does not go out or socialize very often, excepting concerts and other occasions where his presence is absolutely required. For example, he does not even go to visit his parents unless it's absolutely not something he can just send a card and a gift for; he works in his own home, rather than at a clinic. In public, he does not cry or really do much at all, except go to work. He even has his groceries delivered to his home.
He will occasionally go out to concerts, as mentioned before, but only for the express purpose of listening to music. Once there, he will not jump, scream, or otherwise express his admiration; Vanille will sit in his seat and listen to the music. Occasionally he will get beaten up for his reticence, but he does not particularly care.
To his annoyance and shame, at first glance he is usually mistaken as a female because of his long hair and his semi-formal style of dress. Over time, he has learned to ignore it; once upon a time, he used to cry himself to sleep at night. Once, he tried cutting and dying his hair to see if that would dissociate him from his usual effeminate look, but he failed spectacularly and has since decided to keep his hair at a length that is comfortable for him.
When nervous or afraid, Vanille will withdraw and spend most of his time in his office or at his practice. He makes a point of ignoring and rejecting others until the crisis has passed, to the point where when he returns to his senses everyone will be too angry to interact with him at all.
When happy, Vanille has an aspect of hovering, as if expecting everything to go crashing down around his head. He will make the best of the happy times, but he never reads too deeply into them or makes detailed plans; what plans he makes are for things that he over plans, so he always ends up disappointed.
Rye makes Vanille very annoyed and apprehensive. He doesn't understand why she would hang around him, and frankly, he doesn't want her hanging around him. He sees her as a distraction and a proponent of thoughtlessness, and he can't stand that. As a parent, he's very strict and gets angry when his rules aren't followed, but any child he's irked with could just go to Rye and get the ruling overturned.
With his daughter, Viola, he is in a love and very-extreme-dislike/disgust relationship. He loves her because she's his and she obviously has talent and intelligence, but he dislikes her because she 'wastes' it in art. The love is almost always more prevalent than the hate, but the dislike is there and it causes him to come down harder on her than her twin.
Sevy is his favorite, because when he looks at the little boy he sees a younger version of himself. Vanille finds it much easier to talk to others of the male gender as compared to women, so he was always just at ease with his 'son'. Also, he regards Sevy as a good, responsible boy, which he respects, having once been one himself. All of Vanille's dreams are for Sevy, and not himself, because that's simply the way Vanille thinks.
Likes: Surgery, privacy, writing poetry, music
Dislikes: Noise, flowers, long walks on the beach
Hobbies: Writing, attending concerts, his job (hee)
Appearance: Vanille has long, straight, vanilla-blond hair and brown eyes. He wears prescription glasses with heavy metal frames, and is somewhat tall (5'11" even). He tends to dress nicely, pinstriped shirts and black slacks being his general outfit of choice.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:21 pm
...Incubus Information
An Incubus is said to be a demon that lies with sleeping women to perform sexual intercourse and feed off its partner's energy. Having such an affair with an Incubus over long periods of time can be said to lead to poor health or even death. It can also cause curses to be put upon women, such as committing acts of witchcraft and having feelings of lust. It is also said by some that this is how Incubi reproduce, by laying with human women. The subject of Incubi is thought to be created from the Church's view on sin, especially for women, during medieval times.
Others say Incubi are angels that fell from heaven due to having a lust for women. Because they are spirits it was said that they didn't have a physical form, so they had to either possess a corpse or use flesh to make a new body. It was said they could impersonate people as well, making it easier for them to take advantage of women. Some say that deformed children or even twins were offspring of the union of an Incubus and a human.
...interesting facts
[+] Incubus comes from the Latin word nightmare, "incubo", which means "to lie upon"
[+] Incubus were often blamed for unexplained pregnancies, especially in unmarried women.
[+] Lilu is an Incubus recorded in the tale of Gilgamesh, one of the oldest pieces of literature in the world.
[+] Succubi and incubi were blamed for 'mare', which is the sighing, panting, and talking during sleep; also, they were blamed for nightmares and nocturnal emissions.
[+] The novel Sebastian an Incubus happened to be the Hero! 8D Funny hu?
...more
[+]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incubus
[+]http://www.demonbuster.com/incubus.html
[+]http://www.deliriumsrealm.com/delirium/articleview.asp?Post=22
[+]http://www.whiterosesgarden.com/Nature_of_Evil/Demons/List_of_Demons/H-I-J-K_contents/incubus.htm
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:22 pm
...succubus information
A succubus or succuba (plural succubae, succubi, or succubuses) is a medieval creation. According to the Malleus Maleficarum (the Witch's Hammer), they crept into the rooms of men at night and seduced them. The physical contact with men enabled them to feed upon the energy contained within the human body and thus keep themselves alive. The succubus would collect the semen of the man the man they slept with and give it to an incubus, who would use it to impregnate human women. In some belief cycles, a succubus could morph into an incubus and then impregnate women. The children that resulted from such couplings were called Cambions. Merlin was a Cambion. Starting in the 16th century, a winged succubus outside a building meant that a brothel was inside.
Succubi usually took the form of an extremely attractive woman, sometimes with wings, pointed canines, and/or strange eyes. There are also depictions of them with large bat wings and ram-like demon horns (a very popular depiction, as many video games have also adopted this appearance, most notably Ragnarok Online, which features a Succubus dressed in what appears to be a skimpy metal bikini, trailing chains behind her and blowing kisses, with horns, wings, and red eyes). According to Middle Eastern myth, they are associated with donkeys. Their color in the demonic pantheon is purple, according to the Occult Encyclopedia and the Book of Occult and Horror, and they fall under the dominion of the Sin Lust.
In medieval times, incubi were believed to be much more common than succubi, but the succubi had stronger powers than men; they have a superhuman ability of allure and persuasion. While a woman who laid with an incubus was considered not to be a fault, a man who laid with a succubi was supposedly eternally damned. Succubi were also considered to be people-eaters, as sometimes especially brutal murders were blamed upon a succubi 'eating' a man.
...interesting facts
[+] Succubus comes from the Latin "succuba", meaning strumpet or whore. The word succuba comes from 'sub', meaning "below, underneath" and 'cubo', "I lie".
[+] The princess of all the succubi is Nahemah.
[+] Lilith is widely believed to have been the first succubus.
[+] Succubi and incubi were blamed for 'mare', which is the sighing, panting, and talking during sleep; also, they were blamed for nightmares and nocturnal emissions.
[+] A lamia is closely related to the succubi.
...more
[+]http://www.cyodine.com/succubus/index.htm
[+]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mara_(folklore)
[+]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Succubus
[+]http://mywebpage.netscape.com/as4802001/chat_chaser_succubus.jpg
[+]http://roempire.com/database/?page=items&act=view&iid=4218
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:23 pm
...Art StuffsHere we put ART when we get it or make it. 8D IF WE LOOSE THERE SHALL BE A LOT OF IT, LOL. Anyway, here's some chibies Ary did. Note that art isn't a definate look for the twins, whether through contest or commission (when we save up!) the artist will have artistic freedom!
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:25 pm
Writing Sample
"Man Tries to Commit Suicide with Crossbow
And fails."
Viola liked to think that grace came in many forms, just like in the poem by Ross Gay. Her brother, awkward and occasionally depressing, had his own grace when he was playing guitar or singing. Her mother was grace, so much that she was almost drowning in it. Vanille, though, he seemed to lack the glimmer of life that made her think, 'there, that is grace'. That is why, after three art exhibitions and eighteen different awards, she had only just begun to include her father in the family portrait she was working on. Though she had been working on it almost since she had left grade school, it was only now that Vanille was added in.
Sevy, of course, had always been involved. That was the genesis of this project, the two of them: twins, identical in every way but for gender. Best friends, of course, just like they always had been and always would be. In her family portrait, they stood close together, hands on the other's shoulders. Almost mirror-images of each other, with her bright smile and his shy, trembling one. He'd always played second fiddle to her, but they'd both become their own person now- or as separate from each other as they could bear to make themselves.
Rye had joined her brother when she was a teenager, drowning in a sudden influx of powers. It was Rye who had given her advice on how to turn away the boys that suddenly thought her the most beautiful thing in the world. She had educated Viola in the ways of the almost-harlot, the way that Rye walked the line between danger and fun. They were lessons she'd never forget- especially since she had put them to such good use.
But Vanille had never distinguished himself in her eyes. He almost always seemed sad, as if he couldn't see a reason for getting up in the morning. She felt for him- of course she did- but if he didn't even try to be happy, how would he ever get over whatever trauma made him like this?
Also, she thought he hated her.
Once Viola had become a teen, those burgeoning powers revealed that yes. Her own father both loved and hated her. Though most of the time, when she looked, she only sensed his love, sometimes there would be a hollow ring to it, and that was the hatred. And she couldn't stand people hating her...
She pressed one hand to the center of her chest, the anatomy classes saying sternum; rib cage in that dry, nasal voice of the man who'd taught human dissection for ever so long. Viola had spent so much of that class in the bathroom, throwing up. They had barely even cracked the chest of the cadaver- a man, pale and bloodless- before she was vomiting into the trash can that the professor had set out for expressly that purpose. She had eventually gotten over the nauseous reaction that plagued her in the interest of her art, even photographing some phases.
The world always looked different through a camera lens. Safer somehow. Farther away.
Someone knocked on her door and walked in. In the nearby mirror, she could see the face of her father, the worry lines that shouldn't be there on a man only thirty-four years old. She hunched over the canvas more, pretending she hadn't noticed his approach until he was standing right over her shoulder. His proximity inhibited the motion of her arm; she was forced to look up. "Morning, Dad," she said, casually as any other time he'd snuck up on her like this.
"Morning, Viola Nadia." Vanille was weird. He had never called her Viola, or even Vivi; her first and middle names, Viola Nadia, always that pleasant, musical cadence that her name shared with her brother's. She thought he could be trying to categorize her, except she had always tried so hard to avoid that.
"It's Vivi. Or Viola, if that's too hard for you to handle." He flinched, the abrupt jerking of one arm brushing against her loose smock; she was being cruel. He'd never been anything but worried for her safety.
She didn't care, though.
Viola remembered riding the train home from an art exhibit, maybe four months ago. She hadn't been a youth then; she'd barely been a teen. Her brother had been at one of his concerts. She had been so proud of him, her best friend. Even though they'd promised each other to meet at the train station, Sevy had been delayed. Now she couldn't even remember what for, because it didn't matter. That wasn't the point of calling up that memory.
Vanille had promised to be there for once. He'd missed so many other parts of her growing up- responsibilities he'd made, a preference for Sevy, sometimes just plan old lethargy. He'd told her that, come hell or high water, he would see the art exhibit.
She'd gone to college on another world to get away from him.
Of course it hurt to be away from Sevy. They were twins, though, and she always came home when something exciting or horrible happened. It sometimes seemed that all he had to do was think that he needed her, and she would come straight home and fix everything. Because they were twins.
But the art exhibit, that had been different. She had gotten an award, a scholarship to the off-world college she now attended. The winning piece?
A derivative of this very portrait.
Just a puzzle she'd made, the faces of her family painted onto illustration board, matted and cut into pieces. She had, of course, assembled Sevy's face and her own, gluing them together with as much care as she could muster. It resembled the care she'd given when she had an urge to do glass work, an art that still seemed to express the delicacy of life in its own form. Glass reminded her of ballerinas in mid-leap. They should make noise as they land, but they are silent when their shoes touch the floor, long and graceful limbs stretched like the compass she used to create the circular shape of the puzzle.
Even the tools of mathematics could be graceful, but not Vanille. He just... lacked.
So caught up in her reverie was Viola, she forgot Vanille was there. When he cleared his throat, she jumped, drawing the clean red she'd been using for Rye's lips across the entire portrait- across Sevy's face, her own face, hitting every piece of the painting but for Vanille. He doubled over from the shock of having Viola's elbow impact his solar plexus at such high speed, knocking the glass that held her brushes to the ground.
At first she was furious. She had made that glass herself, strung the dye through it with her own hands. He had no idea how much effort and how many burns she'd gotten making it! And her painting! The red streak would be hell to cover up, she'd have to chip away that entire area! Damn him, him and his stupid red hair-
But Vanille's hair wasn't red. His hair was platinum blond, a color that didn't come out of a bottle but naturally. Viola looked at her father, who now had one feminine hand clamped to the back of his head. "Daddy, are you okay?" Even though she knew he wasn't. He nodded with difficulty.
"I just wanted to come over and see how you were doing," he said, articulating each word as if it were the last thing he could ever say, with a short pause between each. "You haven't been home in a while."
She smiled at him, kind of hopelessly. This was going to need stitches.
With a sigh, she got up and slung his free arm over her shoulder. "You've got a hard head, Daddy."
"So I'm told..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:29 pm
...Writing Sample
It was easily said that the twins were two sides of the same coin; inseparable and always there for one another. But fate always had a cruel way of dealing the cards. And poor Sevastian was feeling the pain of his poor hand tonight. For tonight was the piano recital, played in front of at least twenty five parents. Which, to a child the size of an eight year old, was extremely intimidating. Especially if you were as shy as a field mouse.
And your support, your confidence, in the form of your twin sister happened to be sick.
Sevy stood like a startled rabbit on the side of the stage, quivering in his overly tight dress shoes. Suddenly his cotton polo shirt, that Vanille had insisted he wear to look proper, felt extremely hot and itchy. The sound of the tinkling of the piano keys from the kid playing before him was muffled, for his heart was pounding so hard it made his ears throb uncomfortably. Perhaps he should be going to the doctor instead of staying here. He sure felt sick, anyway.
He literally jumped at the cold touch of a hand on his shoulder, his eyes round and wide. But he shivered back down when he realized it was only Rye, wearing that bright smile of hers. It made him feel just a little better. Her smile was always the same-consistent and full of life. It was something you could count on when everything else seemed to be falling apart. He wished he could smile like that.
"Go on, you're up honey," she whispered smoothly, giving him a light push towards the open stage and bright spotlight.
Sevy stumbled onto the stay with his mouth still open in silent protest. Once there he felt blind, like an owl mistakenly awake in the daylight. The polished wood of the stage seemed to reflect every shine and every hue of the spotlights. It almost made him feel dizzy. But as things finally came into focus he could see the mass of dark people beyond, faceless shadows facing towards him. All of them watching expectantly.
A cough from someone in the audience snapped the poor boy to his senses. He whirled around in a panic, hurrying to start what he should have moments ago. But he slipped, tripping before he even reached the piano stool, his shoes sliding on the smooth floor. His face stung at the impact, shaking his already shot nerves. But he scrambled to his feet anyway, attempting to do something worthwhile. Anything.
So, doing his best to ignore the concerned murmurs in the crowd he slid up onto the piano bench. As he looked at the keys before him suddenly he felt like there were a lot more then he remembered, stretching out for ages and ages. And it was still hot in here, so very hot. He swallowed, very aware of how his fingers were shaking and his foot was coming close to tapping against the stood-leg out of habit. He tried to find his first keys, but he found that he had...forgotten which ones they were.
He felt his stomach turn, like he was going to be sick. But he reached out anyway, searching for the right keys. Was it these ones...? He uncertainly places his fingers down upon each one and winced, knowing that was not the right tune. Frantically he tried again and hit even worse notes then before. With a jot of panic his elbow hit a lower base tone, echoing loudly through the hall. Which, in his current state, scared him so much that he shot backwards, tilting the stool.
He lost his balance and both Sevy and the stool went toppling backwards onto the floor with a clatter, which shook the piano. This, in turn, caused the top of the piano to slam shut with a loud CLANG that shattered through the silence like a gong. There were a few worries shouts from the audience, but Sevy didn't notice. He was pulling himself out from under the stood, his vision blurred by tears. Finally free he stood, despite the ache in his leg, and raced off-stage with water streaked down his face.
He didn't even see where he was running to, all he knew was that he had to get away from it all. He had messed up so bad! He was just a failure! He was best in the class and the kid who barely knew any of the notes had done better then him! Why couldn't he be better? Why couldn't he be more confident? Why couldn't he be more like Rye? Like Vivi?
"Ooof!" he sniffled, running head-on into something soft. He rubbed his eyes, looking up to see who it was, his nose running as viciously as his tears. It was Rye. He felt his lip tremble and then curl downwards in a wail as the flung his face into her skirt, as if it could hide him from the world, from the shame. He cried for a long time, though it was hard to say exactly how long. All he knew was that eventually his sobs turned to hiccups as Rye rubbed circles on his back and tried to sooth him.
Finally he heard a soft, warm whisper in his ear, "What's wrong baby?"
It was funny how things like this worked. He knew he should say he was fine, that nothing was wrong, that he was better now. He knew he shouldn't worry her, he shouldn't make a mess of things. But his heart ached so and he wanted to tell her, he wanted to so badly! So he sniffled into the fabric of her skirt, his lips quivering with uncertainty.
"Tell me baby," she murmured again and he felt gentle fingers go through his hair.
Finally he broke down. "I'm horrible!" he choked, pressing his eyes shut as tears threatened to break out again, "I-I-I can't do a-a-anything r-right!" He took another moment to cry, fighting the closing of his airway and the leaded feeling of his heart. Finally, when he had dissolved back to sniffing and gasping, he heard that same cool, smooth voice. It was almost like pouring cold water over a burn.
"Sevy, honey, you're only as good as you believe you are. If you keep saying you're horrible...well, that's all you're going to be. Have a little more faith in yourself."
Then the protective darkness began to vanish as Rye pulled away from him. He clung a bit, not quite ready to face the daylight. He rubbed at his eyes, as if that would make things better. But soon he felt one of his hands being pulled away and he looked up to see Rye holding it.
She smiled, the same smile she had offered before he went out, "Come on. Why don't we go and do a little recital for your sister instead? I bed she'd like that."
Feeling as if in a trance he followed her out. Things hadn't been fixed or corrected, but he felt a bit better. Lighter. Maybe it was seeing Vivi again, or maybe it was the idea of being able to play the piano where he knew he wouldn't mess up. Or maybe it was just because Rye always knew what she was talking about.
Fin.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:34 pm
~how they meet up
So Vanille is this awful depressed recluse who may or may not be homosexual, and he goes out to this concert, right? (In my head, it's a 12012 concert, because those guys are sexy as hell and I just can't resist~) And while he's there, he does his normal thing- you know, the stage crew hits on him (he is an extraordinarily pretty girl! <3) and he sits there and sulks for a while. Then Rye comes up and tries to talk to him, and Vanille is all standoffish and does this crazy thing with his hair where he tries to block Rye out!
And, well, dude. Who's gonna take THAT lying down?
SO. Rye follows him home and takes up residence in his house, determined to make him cheer up.
Vanille: stare
C'mon, Vanille~ you know you love it.
Vanile: gonk
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:36 pm
...About The Decision
How Rye and Vanille decide to have twins really isn't all that complicated. Despite how long Rye has been leaching off of Vanille and living in his house the man hasn't shown any signs of cheering up or being any less dreary. So she decides partenting could be "fun" and runs out and gets a cabbage signed in both their names. Yes, she signs for him. Anyway, when the cabbage opens there are two babies instead of one! And that would be how this starts. All to be roleplayed out when we finish this quest, whether it's with the contest or monies. xD
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:38 pm
~powers
attraction~ Due to their species, both Sevy and Vivi are naturally "attractive" to those of the opposite sex. This is entirely due to their Incubus and Succubus genes. However, it does't work consistantly from person to person, so some might notice it while others won't. It is a physical attraction only and does not affect actual feelings or intellectual impressions of Sevy and Viv on other people. This will have a different affect on each twin. For Sevy it will cause him more stress then he desires, for it means he'll have to deal with girls more often in ways he won't want to (see emotional energy). For Vivi it means she can get as many guys as she likes...but it also means that she has fair chance of attracting the wrong kind of guy as well as the right (same for Sevy, but since he avoids it it's a bit different).
hypnotism~ On occasion, the twins can use their powers to convince a weak-minded person to do their wishes. It's more of a vocal thing than a swinging-pendulum thing, and they have to be fully awake themselves lest they end up hypnotising themselves. Though they cannot hypnotise themselves, they are able to hypnotise each other. And while others can break free of the hypnosis, once one twin has hypnotised the other, that order or control is there forever, until the twin who did the hypnotism takes it off.
emotional energy~ This is an ability that dates back to the old legends of Incubi and Succubi. The twins are able to take energy from their "partners". However, the energy differs depending on the feelings between them. Feelings of love generate more energy, but feelings of lust give more of a "high" so to speak. While there is no proof to say that the partner of either Sevy or Vivi would be hurt by these energy exchanges, Sevy would rather believe the legends and play it safe then anything else. Vivi doesn't particularly care whether they're hurt or not. Of course she would sooner draw from someone who wouldn't get hurt from it, but love and lust is about sacrifice anyway, so what's the point of holding back?
twin empathy~ Sevy and Vivi can sense each other's emotions over distances. Like, when Sevy is happy, Vivi can sense it and she's happy, too. Physical pain cannot be sent over their bond, but the emotion connected to the pain would be transferred. The farther apart they are, the less they will be able to sense their twin. If they go too far from the other, the bond might even break or cause physical pain.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 1:55 pm
RP Assistants
that zige doesn't really need to do but will because she's bored and has to get into every part of everything.
Nurse XP-1005
General NPC
Clinic Nurse
One of those typical fruitcake male nurses that have a bad habit of calling everyone 'honey'. However, this one is special, because he's an AI. There are multiple XP-1005s running about the clinic, and each goes by a different designation that goes with their specific 'model'. The most popular model is a dark-haired, green-eyed nurse called Vorian, after the Dune character, though there is also a taller version with bronze hair and eyes called Seurat that is also in common usage.
They are programmed to sign people in and give detailed prognoses.
St. Alice Zenfa
Restricted NPC
Teacher (Physical Education 1-2/History 2-4)
Alice is a graduate of the Imperial College in her home world, with a degree in Inter-dimensional History and a commission into their Navy as their version of a lieutenant (called a septar, abbreviated St). While both of these seem pretty gosh-darned awesome and important, all they really give to Alice is a great self-defense routine and an understanding of where to look to find things out. And she has looked in a lot of places to find things out, emerging from all as an expert on inter-dimensional manners and history. She's one of those creepy teachers that always seems to be smiling. You know the kind, all about pop quizzes and weekend projects. Alice almost never lectures, instead assigning her students research to do and homework, then grades them on that. And those poor souls in her physical education classes will tell you for sure- she is not a saint.
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