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Character interview meme 1
1) What gender are you?
Michael: Male
Arkady: Male
Christophe: Male
Jeremy: Male
Cecilia: Female
2) What is your age?
Michael: 23.
Arkady: 123, but I look 15.
Christophe: 223, but I look 21.
Jeremy: 24 forever and ever, I suppose. But really I just turned 40, which is weird.
Cecilia: 26.
3) Do you want a hug?
Michael: *blinks* Sure, if you like.
Arkady: *flings himself into your arms and clings*
Christophe: It depends. Are you a boy or a girl?
Jeremy: *death glare at Christophe that would melt steel*
Christophe: *sweatdrops* Ummm…never mind.
Jeremy: *smiles tightly* If you need one, I'll give you one. I'm good, mysel
Without Her
13 years ago
The heat of late summer hung in the air, the air still and stifling as young women passed between stone buildings, finding their bearings with nervous glances between signs and papers clasped tightly in their hands. The sound of nervous chatter, of halting introductions and small talk, flowed alongside the human tide in lieu of breezes, whispers building to a din in the close heat.
Sarah fidgeted nervously, half-looking at the ground as she approached the front of the school library. She referred to the green paper in her hand to make sure she was in the right place before gratefully passing through the door from the heat of th
The Cure for A Bad Day
Dust danced in the light of the mid-afternoon sun, shifting in the beam that breached the curtain. A lace pattern from the cloth barrier's edges passed in stripes across the back of the young man who sat across the small room, gazing into a large mirror in front of him with the intensity of a scryer.
"Gillie!" he cried at last, pouting as he looked at the array of colorful bits of fabric, elastic and beadwork on the vanity before him, holding two of them up next to one another and shaking his head. "Hey, Gillie!"
Across the room, a brunette head slowly raised itself from the world within a book, looking over at the one who called. "Yes?"
"
Know Your Character: Gilles
About yourself:
Name? Gilles- Maurice Alexandre Faribault.
Nicknames? People call me Gilles. Genya calls me Gillie sometimes even though I tell him not to.
Age? 22.
Sex? Male.
Height? I usually don't stand up, and when I do, I can't straighten my back out, and I'm about 5'9 or so. But, I've been told I would be about 6 feet tall if I could stand up completely straight.
Weight/Build? I'm fairly slender, since I don't eat very much and I can't really put any muscle on the lower part of my body.
Eye color? Blue.
Hair color? Sort of medium-golden brown.
Skin tone? Glow in the dark white.
About your surroundings:
Place of residence? Ne
Know Your Character: Genya
About yourself:
Name? Gennady Aleksandrovich Lunacharsky
Nicknames? Almost everyone calls me Genya.
Age? 21.
Sex? Boy. 
Height? 5 feet, 5 inches.
Weight/Build? About 115 pounds – little and thin, you'll barely notice me, I swear :P
Eye color? Bright blue.
Hair color? Sort of light brown or dirty blond, and down to my waist.
Skin tone? Pale and porcelain-like.
About your surroundings:
Place of residence? Currently, New York City. I was born in Valhalla, N.Y., about 45 minutes north of the city.
Occupation? Fashion design student at the Fashion Institute of Technology in Manhattan.
Family? I'm an only child. My dad, A
Skizzor Girl
It didn't take long in her new location for Skizzor Girl to figure out why she'd been dropped there. The first clue was the girls themselves – pale, listless, confused, and wandering down the sidewalks as though dazed. As she walked among them, she began to see details out of place on the clothes – the neckline a little too skewed on one's blouse, the hemline of another's skirt simultaneously too long and too short. By the third block, snippets of conversation began to bleed through, catching her attention from all sides.
"I know it's sort of outrageous but it's soooo in right now…"
"You're going to have to pay the light bill
Driven Like The Snow
A single ray of golden light broke through the thick cover of clouds that obscured the pale blue of the winter sky, bending into an arc as it passed through air, foiling the edges of the turbulent white billows that blotted out the rest of the sun as though with metallic leaf.
Arkady leaned his head against the window that admitted this scene, meekly accepting the almost painful bite of the cold glass as it touched his cheek, too lost in painful memories to do much else. His fingers were stiff with cold despite his gloves, his body seeming to shrink inside his coat as the harsh, dry, terribly cold air seeped in through ill-sealed window and
Maeve O'Leannain
Name: Maeve O'Leannain
Meaning: She who intoxicates
Nickname: Maeve the Fair
Gender: Female
Birthday: She has none, as she has existed as long as there have been people.
Age: Timeless.
Eye color: Bright, vivid blue.
Hair color: Red-gold, and down to her waist. It is wavy with occasional natural ringlet curls.
Skin tone: Pale and even, like porcelain, with a light natural blush to her cheeks
Height: 5'3"
Weight(or body type): Slender, but curvy…but, this can and does change, according to who she is with.
Clothing style: It has changed over the years, but currently she prefers elegant dresses in relatively modern but classica
The Pursuit of Candy, Part 2
After a frantic few moments (and a near-burn for the baby on her third and penultimate attempt to summon a diaper for him from the ether), Cuppie was ready to face her family, the baby clad in a very respectable looking button-up cotton union suit that she thought Marcus would not find too offensive to wear.
"Mom," she said softly as she came down the stairs and rounded the corner into the kitchen. "I'm sorry to be late to dinner, but something happened –"
Mrs. Silverstar, a small woman with bushy hair and a wily look about her, looked up idly at her daughter. "Oh, what hap-" she started, her eyes widening as she saw the baby in Cuppie
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Character interview meme 1
1) What gender are you?
Michael: Male
Arkady: Male
Christophe: Male
Jeremy: Male
Cecilia: Female
2) What is your age?
Michael: 23.
Arkady: 123, but I look 15.
Christophe: 223, but I look 21.
Jeremy: 24 forever and ever, I suppose. But really I just turned 40, which is weird.
Cecilia: 26.
3) Do you want a hug?
Michael: *blinks* Sure, if you like.
Arkady: *flings himself into your arms and clings*
Christophe: It depends. Are you a boy or a girl?
Jeremy: *death glare at Christophe that would melt steel*
Christophe: *sweatdrops* Ummm…never mind.
Jeremy: *smiles tightly* If you need one, I'll give you one. I'm good, mysel
Without Her
13 years ago
The heat of late summer hung in the air, the air still and stifling as young women passed between stone buildings, finding their bearings with nervous glances between signs and papers clasped tightly in their hands. The sound of nervous chatter, of halting introductions and small talk, flowed alongside the human tide in lieu of breezes, whispers building to a din in the close heat.
Sarah fidgeted nervously, half-looking at the ground as she approached the front of the school library. She referred to the green paper in her hand to make sure she was in the right place before gratefully passing through the door from the heat of th
The Cure for A Bad Day
Dust danced in the light of the mid-afternoon sun, shifting in the beam that breached the curtain. A lace pattern from the cloth barrier's edges passed in stripes across the back of the young man who sat across the small room, gazing into a large mirror in front of him with the intensity of a scryer.
"Gillie!" he cried at last, pouting as he looked at the array of colorful bits of fabric, elastic and beadwork on the vanity before him, holding two of them up next to one another and shaking his head. "Hey, Gillie!"
Across the room, a brunette head slowly raised itself from the world within a book, looking over at the one who called. "Yes?"
"
Know Your Character: Gilles
About yourself:
Name? Gilles- Maurice Alexandre Faribault.
Nicknames? People call me Gilles. Genya calls me Gillie sometimes even though I tell him not to.
Age? 22.
Sex? Male.
Height? I usually don't stand up, and when I do, I can't straighten my back out, and I'm about 5'9 or so. But, I've been told I would be about 6 feet tall if I could stand up completely straight.
Weight/Build? I'm fairly slender, since I don't eat very much and I can't really put any muscle on the lower part of my body.
Eye color? Blue.
Hair color? Sort of medium-golden brown.
Skin tone? Glow in the dark white.
About your surroundings:
Place of residence? Ne
Know Your Character: Genya
About yourself:
Name? Gennady Aleksandrovich Lunacharsky
Nicknames? Almost everyone calls me Genya.
Age? 21.
Sex? Boy. 
Height? 5 feet, 5 inches.
Weight/Build? About 115 pounds – little and thin, you'll barely notice me, I swear :P
Eye color? Bright blue.
Hair color? Sort of light brown or dirty blond, and down to my waist.
Skin tone? Pale and porcelain-like.
About your surroundings:
Place of residence? Currently, New York City. I was born in Valhalla, N.Y., about 45 minutes north of the city.
Occupation? Fashion design student at the Fashion Institute of Technology in Manhattan.
Family? I'm an only child. My dad, A
Skizzor Girl
It didn't take long in her new location for Skizzor Girl to figure out why she'd been dropped there. The first clue was the girls themselves – pale, listless, confused, and wandering down the sidewalks as though dazed. As she walked among them, she began to see details out of place on the clothes – the neckline a little too skewed on one's blouse, the hemline of another's skirt simultaneously too long and too short. By the third block, snippets of conversation began to bleed through, catching her attention from all sides.
"I know it's sort of outrageous but it's soooo in right now…"
"You're going to have to pay the light bill
Driven Like The Snow
A single ray of golden light broke through the thick cover of clouds that obscured the pale blue of the winter sky, bending into an arc as it passed through air, foiling the edges of the turbulent white billows that blotted out the rest of the sun as though with metallic leaf.
Arkady leaned his head against the window that admitted this scene, meekly accepting the almost painful bite of the cold glass as it touched his cheek, too lost in painful memories to do much else. His fingers were stiff with cold despite his gloves, his body seeming to shrink inside his coat as the harsh, dry, terribly cold air seeped in through ill-sealed window and
Maeve O'Leannain
Name: Maeve O'Leannain
Meaning: She who intoxicates
Nickname: Maeve the Fair
Gender: Female
Birthday: She has none, as she has existed as long as there have been people.
Age: Timeless.
Eye color: Bright, vivid blue.
Hair color: Red-gold, and down to her waist. It is wavy with occasional natural ringlet curls.
Skin tone: Pale and even, like porcelain, with a light natural blush to her cheeks
Height: 5'3"
Weight(or body type): Slender, but curvy…but, this can and does change, according to who she is with.
Clothing style: It has changed over the years, but currently she prefers elegant dresses in relatively modern but classica
Beloved - for M
you are damp plastic mist, tingling
my fingers like mouthwash,
salting secret places
with ice,
speaking words of love
spread thick with the yellow of age.
Like light through beveled
glass, you flicker
in eye-corners--
no time to blink.
an instant loses you
to those not me--
beloved forever,
silver handprint pasted
to my soul.
let's lie here, love
and laugh at ones who'd say
you're false.
we know the truth.
our pity knows no bounds.
Share the Art features :)
Be one of the first few people commenting on this journal entry, and I will put your avatar and three deviations that I will personally select from your gallery in this "Share the Art" feature.
IMPORTANT: If you do comment, you're expected to do the same in your own journal.
The idea behind this is NOT to get a free feature, but to help spread art and artists around for everyone. So why not check out the artists on other peoples' list?
I got this from :~NickRoblesArt (https://www.deviantart.com/nickroblesart): so we will start with him. This is sooo hard to choose...
:thumb204579058: :thumb178352747: :thumb186796037:
Next up is my friend :iconlina19: who is awesome, so it
Meeeeeme
:bulletblack: = does not apply
:bulletgreen: = does apply
Let's do this for Christophe Feuilly-LaMarche, as he is in my book (which probably won't be tooo different from the RP version...)
:bulletblack: They are possessed by an angel.
:bulletblack: They are possessed by a demon.
:bulletblack: They are a werewolf/vampire/faerie.
:bulletgreen: They are physically strong.
:bulletblack: They have a rare hair/fur colour.
:bulletblack: Their eyes are an unusual colour.
:bulletblack: This happens to be red.
:bulletblack: Their eyes change colour.
:bulletblack: They have wings.
:bulletblack: They can grow extra body parts/shapeshift.
:b
Tagged :)
Yay, I was tagged by Buuya (https://www.deviantart.com/buuya) to tell more about my character Arkady, the redhead in this lovely picture by miss buuya herself:
http://buuya.deviantart.com/art/Wednesday-in-the-Park-166220224
Rules:
1. Post these rules.
2. Post 8 facts about your character.
3. Tag 8 other characters.
4. Post their names with the creators avatars.
5. No tag backs.
Tagged character: Arkady Ivanovitch Luzhin
1. He was born Feb. 12, 1886, in St. Petersburg, Russia, and stopped getting older on Dec. 20, 1902.
2. He speaks Russian, French, German and English fluently, Japanese semi-fluently, and can read Latin and Ancient and New Testament Greek.
3. He
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