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Character

Name: Aisling
Fandom: The Secret of Kells
Gender: Female
Age: Mentally and physically five, chronologically over two hundred
Time Period: Shortly before she breaks Brendan out of Kells
Wing Color: White
History: Aisling was born in a forest near Kells, many, MANY years ago, long before Kells even truly existed. Her people, the Tuatha de Dannon, were children of nature, old and full of magic, a part of the very earth itself. She lived there with her mother and her father, and by all accounts had a pretty good start on life, a happy, energetic child.

Then, Crom Cruach, an ancient God of Death, descended upon her people, and devoured them all, save for her. It left her alone within the forest before it was sealed up inside a mound by an old Saint, never to terrorize the people again. For many years, she lived alone in her forest, its caretaker, its ruler and the last of her people for miles. Until Brendan came.

A young brother from the near-by Abby of Kells, he’d snuck into her forest to find berries for ink. Although at first wary of him, she soon became deeply attached to the young boy, sympathizing with him in his own loneliness. He taught her about Kells, the illuminators that lived within, and she in turn taught him of the forest and its many secrets. She came to be fiercely loyal to Brendan, and broke him out of the Abby when his uncle locked him away, and even opened up Crom Cruachs old tomb for the boy, seemingly dying for his cause.

It was only later that she would show herself again to him, as a white wolf who, when Brendan and his mentor, Aidan, were about to be slain by the Vikings, jumped in with her pack to destroy the invaders, and allow Brendan to pass unharmed.

Only once more did she meet Brendan, leading him back to the old Abby of Kells, to his dying, now lonely and remorseful uncle, to show him the magnificent Book of Kells.

Personality: Aisling, though very, very old, older than any human in the movie, is still a child. This is made clear in everything, from the way she looks to her voice to her very actions and thoughts. While she is quite clever for a little girl, and exceedingly brave, she is so only in the context of how a little girl usually is. She is both an argumentative and prideful creature, and a caring, protective friend, willing to put her life on the line for the sake of those who are the closest to her, without question and without much hesitation.
Having lost her mother, Aisling is a lonely girl, having no one of her kind left to live with. She is one with the forest that she lives in: it is both her home and her family to her, and she is capable of communicating directly with it. Because of this, she is fiercely protective of the forest, and guards it tenaciously. Anyone who dares to do anything within it against her will is subject to her judgment, and the fairy doesn’t look too kindly on any intruders. In fact, she tends to be untrustworthy towards most people, and can quickly be provoked into an argument no matter who her adversary might be. She is, however, still cautious, and prefers to watch and stalk those who wander into territory she considers hers, waiting for the right moment to show herself.

Having little concept or connection with the outside world, instead of being shy or frightened of out outsiders, she sees no problem with ordering anyone who falls into her hands around like she’s the official queen of all the land. Stubborn to a fault, and highly demanding, she knows what she wants, when she wants it, and isn’t afraid of going about and getting it, one way or another. Despite Brendan being a whole head taller than she, Aisling put it in no uncertain terms when they first met that she wanted his ass out of her woods, and she wanted it out right now. Of course, being capable of commanding fog, controlling the growth of plants and communing with the forest animals there gives her a lot of reasons to be very proud of herself, so this sort of behavior is to be expected. As well, having no one to raise her at this point in her life but the forest, the animals and herself, she is unused to having to take any nonsense from anyone else.

Because of this, she can get into arguments quite quickly. Though Brendan never bothered to push the subject of their initial disagreement, Aisling showed that she could quite potentially carry any argument on infinitely if the opposition refused to let up. Because she is so proud, she can get defensive as well. Brendan, boasting about the Book of Kells, stated “Wait until you see it!” to which Aisling quickly replied “wait until you see my forest.” She also bragged about her speed, and teased Brendan for his inability to climb trees. Had she met with someone more willing to argue with her, it can certainly be assumed that Aisling would have carried on indefinitely to prove her point.

Hand in hand with this is her bravery. In the movie, Aisling not only puts herself at Croms mercy twice for Brendan, she violently attacks the Vikings who were about to slaughter Brother Aiden and Brendan in the forest. She is willing to risk everything for the people she cares about, even a painful and terrifying death at the hands of an old god, the same god that killed her people and mother. In fact, it could be said that it is because of the loss of her people and her mother that she fights so hard for the things she loves now. Already by herself, she is afraid of being left truly alone, and fears for the welfare of everyone who might come in contact with Crom or with the Vikings.

Indeed, while she is quite brave, along with her fear of being utterly abandoned is her terror of Crom. This ancient god dwelled in her forest, locked inside a cave by a powerful saint. Before the saint came though, Crom devoured everyone she had ever known, orphaning Aisling in the woods. Crom is the sum total of fear to her. All others compared to him are therefore only a fraction as terrifying. She’s looked what she would surely call the very manifestation of darkness in the face, so why should she be afraid of anything mortal?

However, despite all of this, Aisling is far from a broken and distrustful child. In fact, she is full of energy, playfully leaping from tree to rock, to the canopy and back again as Brendan attempts to talk to her. She is teasing and slightly impish, though pranks don’t seem to be of interest to her. Rather, she just prefers to playfully taunt Brendan, and anyone else she has grown attached to. She adores the forest and the creatures that live within it, playing and speaking with them as easily as she would her own family. Capable of shifting forms, her favorite one, and her signature pack in the forest, is the wolf, and she is very close with them.

Despite her original rather gruff behavior, Aisling is actually very tender hearted and kind, her defensive manner softening after Brendan told her he was an orphan. Anyone who shows actual kindness towards her and her forest tends to earn her trust quickly, and will soon fall under her protection. She is intensely loyal, and would go to any lengths to ensure that those she holds dear are safe and happy. Even if it means breaking rules, putting herself in intense danger, or even sacrificing herself.

Overall, Aisling, while bratty, bristly and totally independent, is also a little girl with an intense stubborn streak, extreme loyalty, a huge capacity for care and affection… and with a deep sense of loneliness and lingering fear. At her core, she is still a child, and her demeanor reveals that, but her sense of responsibility and character transcend a typical child’s.

Strengths: Physically, Aisling is very strong. In the movie, she was capable of not only tipping over a massive statue, but lifting it over her head and holding it there. She's also capable of climbing flat stone surfaces like a squirrel, shape shifting and communicating with animals. She can also sing and use her voice to cast spells, such as changing a cat into mist and controlling it through song. She's very athletic and acrobatic, quick on all fours and capable of leaping from branch to branch in trees as well as any trained gymnast. She's stubborn and intelligent for a little girl, and exceedingly brave.

Weaknesses: Physically, Aisling is weakened by powerful black magic, and it can drain her to the point of emaciation and exhaustion. Mentally, she's a child. She can barely read or write, and understandably has the same reasoning and logic as any five year old little girl. She's not entirely trusting either, and tends to pose a lot of questions before she's willing to trust anyone. Emotionally, Aisling has a bit of a temper, and can and will get into arguments at the drop of a hat, no matter how good or bad of an idea it happens to be at the time. She fears things that are strange and new, such as the inner walls of Kells, and fears black magic as well, such as the power of Crom Cruach.

(For the strengths and weaknesses section, feel free to include powers or special abilities if they apply.)

Samples (ALL samples must be set in Luceti-verse.)

First Person: Have you seen the magic levers in the houses yet? They're amazing! If you make it go up, the lights come on, and when you push it down, they go back off again. You can make the lights flash like lightning too. One of them isn't working anymore though. There was a pop and it went black. I tried to fix it but...

[There's the sound of broken glass being pushed around]

I couldn't pull it out so I thought breaking it would take it out, but now there's a little silver bit left over that still won't come out. I'm going to bring one of the not broken orbs with me back to the forest. It's better than a torch! I want a lot of them!

[So someone better come find her before she tries to take all the bulbs in the house]

Third Person: Swinging from branch to branch in the forest, Aisling did her usual rounds near the edge. Well, considering all the people in the city, there was a lot of unwelcome visitors to keep out. A lot more than she had to worry about at home. The forest here was obviously missing a protector, a job of which she was more than willing to take while she was away from her own home. She'd done a fairly good job, she believed, catching the few that wanted to enter the forest near the outskirts and scaring them off, either with a show of the few wildlife that she could still command past the dampening of her powers, or through merely appearing herself... Albeit as a wolf. Not many people would be too terrified of a little girl, though there were the few that seemed to think the pale little girl was a ghost.

She paused in one of the branches, leaning forward to listen. She heard something, not too far away in the woods. Another intruder? It was something to do, lord knew she was actually starting to get a little bored. She went off like a shot towards where she heard branches snapping, staying up in the trees. She didn't want to be caught yet after all. She wanted to see who wanted to come in first. She really couldn't help the curiosity. Maybe it might be a new friend... She'd like to see someone more like her at the forests edge, instead of another adult. She was starting to get tired of them. In the uppermost branches now, she peered down at the forest floor below, seeking out the invader into her territory, trying to keep silent even as the smaller branches rustled and whispered at every little move she made. What would she do once she caught them? Well that would entirely depend on how they acted towards her, now wouldn't it?
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OOC Information
Name: Squid
Personal journal:hailthenarc
Contact:AIM: Squiddlypeon
Characters played at Discedo:N/A

IC Information
Name: Soundwave
Canon: Transformers Prime
Timeline: Episode 26

Canon Resource Link: http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Soundwave_%28Prime%29

Personality: With Soundwave’s silent demeanor, dislike of combat and preference towards passive surveillance in contrast to his more violent faction members, some might mistake the Decepticon for being merciful, kind or even gentle. In all honesty, Soundwave is not as vitriolic or as boldly hateful as the rest of the Decepticons merely because he sees no reason so act as such. Rumored to have deleted his emotions, the infamous ‘Con without a face does almost nothing without Megatron’s orders, though he does obey his commanding officer Starscream just so long as Megatron’s wellbeing is not at stake.

He is an entirely neutral entity, following Megatron no matter what his Lord’s will might be. Soundwave prefers surveillance over battle any day, and will tolerate a great deal of ribbing, shenanigans, personal space invasion, yelling, threats and so on before he even considers removing himself from the area of the particular annoyance of the day. More often than not, if he doesn’t outright ignore the pestering, Soundwave is remarkably good at dead-pan snarking without even using words, and can usually find something to ‘say’ as a retort. His body language, while subtle, is usually very telling, and he can say a lot with the mere tilt of a head or the shifting of a shoulder. … And it’s usually sarcastic. He never actually talks either, speaking entirely through recordings and his body language. While the Decepticons on the Nemesis have grown used to this manner of speech, others might find it difficult to understand. If goaded into communicating through other means, he’ll prefer text, refusing to use his vocalizer.

It takes a lot of effort to goad him into attacking, and Soundwave has only ever used true violence once in Prime, where he quickly squelched an attempt by Airachnid to abandon Megatron on earth. He much rather prefers to simply remove himself from undesirable situations, and while the rest of the army is in the heated midst of battle, you’re far more likely to find him on the sidelines… or just not there. Soundwave is by no means a coward, he simply puts a great deal of thought into the conservation and proper use of energy, focused on efficiency overall.


Soundwave is a cold and calculating ‘Con, letting logic deem his every action. He isn’t evil for the sake of being evil, nor is he boastful or prideful. Frankly, if something doesn’t strike him as being necessary, he won’t do it. While sometimes, this may actually make him appear merciful (keeping Starscream from destroying Wheeljack, not terminating Jack, Miko and Raph at the first chance he got), he has absolutely no problem with killing if he is ordered to do so. That isn’t to say he isn’t at all curious, and will take the time occasionally to study things, if only to see if they could be of any personal use to him or the Decepticon cause. The only thing that can shatter his usually stoic and emotionless veneer is Megatron. If his Lord’s well-being is threatened, Soundwave will start to show flickers of emotion, as he became nervous and worried when he couldn’t locate Megatron’s signal, and completely and publicly humiliated Airachnid in front of the entire Decepticon army at the very instant she attempted to abandon their leader. It is reasonable to infer that Megatron is a soft point for the usually cool ‘Con, and mentioning him will more often than not gain his immediate attention. Megatron is the center of everything for Soundwave. Megatron and Soundwave’s job has taken complete precedence over everything he does, and it has been said that he deleted his own emotions in order to process information faster. Starscream is his only other obsession, and when not at his Lord and Master’s side, he can be seen constantly trailing behind the treacherous second in command, always willing to temper the jets mercurial moods.

Overall, with his hidden face, strange mannerisms and muted nature, Soundwave comes across as an unreachable, alien presence no matter where he is. He’s considered an oddball even among his own kind, and seems to almost take a certain amount of pride in how strange he is. After all, it helps get his job done, and his job is the most important thing to him.

Powers & Abilities: As a transformer, transformation comes as standard. Soundwave’s alt-mode is an unmanned spy plane, specifically what appears to be an MQ-9 Reaper.

He is the only Decepticon that appears to be unarmed, carrying no guns nor blades, but his fingers are needle sharp, and he has a considerable amount of strength for his build. He’s also almost blindingly fast with an excellent reaction time, capable of fending off all of Airachnid’s attacks before hurling her across the bridge of the Nemesis.

He possesses a pair of tentacles that reside somewhere within his chest, which are usually used for direct uplinks. They have proven to be useful in combat as well, however, and can grip and pick up objects or oh… say… axes.

Soundwave fights primarily with his minicons. So far, only Laserbeak has been seen in the show. Laserbeak is capable of reconnaissance, spying, and attack, and is the size of a small plane.
Again, his biggest strength is in his spying capability. Soundwave, in the show, is capable of monitoring communications world-wide, keeping an eye on the Autobots, Starscream, and Megatron’s signal at all times, along with important government transmissions. He has hacked satellites with ease, so it is a safe bet to assume that he’s quite the tech geek.
(the hacking and the spying will be put in a permissions post on his journal)

What items will they be bringing with them to Discedo? Laserbeak. The minicon acts as both his only real weapon, and as a chest plate.

Posting Samples
Third-Person Sample: The day was like any other, really. The same as it always was when he first arrived. Well… after he got over being only nine feet tall, with crippled scanners and unable to transform. That day had been way too out of the ordinary for the usually semi-all knowing, always prepared, never surprised spy master. But he was over that now. … Kind of. As over as he was going to get with his scanners still inoperable, his alt-mode refusing to work and still being a paltry nine feet tall. It still put him a good few feet over the rest of the citizens here but it was the principle of the thing.

How on earth a bunch of random human scientists had managed to knock him out and apparently deactivate all his defense and spying functions was beyond him, and he’d allowed the idea to stew for quite some time. Not that he was about to let it interfere any more with his work. He could still monitor the various transmissions over the communicator. It was a poor substitute for what he was used to, and at first the ‘con had been less than pleased with this minor consolation. … He still wasn’t over the moon about it, but he was nothing if not adaptable. He’d separated himself from the others there, preferring to hunker down in a warehouse for a recharge rather than have to deal personally with any of the humans, or otherwise there. He really had only one job in mind, the act of monitoring all frequencies all for the greatest cause of all.
Finding Megatron.

He had not ceased his efforts, and had never once yet become even slightly disheartened. After all, to him, their leader wasn't a possibility, but an inevitability. He would appear in time, and Soundwave would be there the second he arrived with full data on the city.

And so he waited, watched and listened, like so many other days, a strange, silent and faceless alien statue at the clearest point in the city. Even if it took a millennia until Megatron arrived, no wait was too long for him.

First-Person Sample: --Area scanned: data not available
Scanning
Scanning
>>not available: constructing map


[If it were possible for a line of computer text to sound annoyed, it would be Soundwave who could do it. The text flashes for a moment, before clearing, what almost sounds like a rush of static over the airways cutting in.

Anyone in the area of the ‘Con would find the now nine foot tall spy hunched over his communicator, holding the little device delicately between two long, spindly fingers. The visor flickered faintly as the words appeared on the device… Seemed like he found a way around the little buttons.

And he didn’t appear happy. With the shoulders drawn up and the head lowered, he was the very image of an annoyed creature, the free hand lightly tapping his fingers slowly against the ground. There was a click, the communicator switching over to vocal input.
]

--sensors must be faulty!--

[An oily, enraged voice slithered out of the audio output, the shoulders hunching more.]

--Decepticon life signal—

[Just trying to find him a colleague out here. … Yeah it’s not going so well.]

[[as soundwave is a mute by choice, most of his dialog will be in either text, recordings or body language]]

Links: http://ink-city.dreamwidth.org/254527.html#comments
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Mun Name: Squid
Journal: Hailthennarc
Contact Info: Squiddlypeon on AIM
Other Characters: Mordecai Heller, GLaDOS, Six

Name:  Aisling
From: The Secret of Kells
Appearance:
Age: She looks, sounds thinks and technically IS a five year old girl. (Her VA was five when the movie was made) However, in human terms, she is several hundred years old. Probably around 200 or so.
Gender: Female
Personality: Aisling, though very, very old, older than any human in the movie, is still a child. This is made clear in everything, from the way she looks to her voice to her very actions and thoughts. While she is quite clever for a little girl, and exceedingly brave, she is so only in the context of how a little girl usually is. She is both an argumentative and prideful creature, and a caring, protective friend, willing to put her life on the line for the sake of those who are the closest to her, without question and without much hesitation.
Having lost her mother, Aisling is a lonely girl, having no one of her kind left to live with. She is one with the forest that she lives in: it is both her home and her family to her, and she is capable of communicating directly with it. Because of this, she is fiercely protective of the forest, and guards it tenaciously. Anyone who dares to do anything within it against her will is subject to her judgment, and the fairy doesn’t look too kindly on any intruders. In fact, she tends to be untrustworthy towards most people, and can quickly be provoked into an argument no matter who her adversary might be.  She is, however, still cautious, and prefers to watch and stalk those who wander into territory she considers hers, waiting for the right moment to show herself.

Having little concept or connection with the outside world, instead of being shy or frightened of out outsiders, she sees no problem with ordering anyone who falls into her hands around like she’s the official queen of all the land. Stubborn to a fault, and highly demanding, she knows what she wants, when she wants it, and isn’t afraid of going about and getting it, one way or another. Despite Brendan being a whole head taller than she, Aisling put it in no uncertain terms when they first met that she wanted his ass out of her woods, and she wanted it out right now. Of course, being capable of commanding fog, controlling the growth of plants and communing with the forest animals there gives her a lot of reasons to be very proud of herself, so this sort of behavior is to be expected. As well, having no one to raise her at this point in her life but the forest, the animals and herself, she is unused to having to take any nonsense from anyone else.

Because of this, she can get into arguments quite quickly. Though Brendan never bothered to push the subject of their initial disagreement, Aisling showed that she could quite potentially carry any argument on infinitely if the opposition refused to let up. Because she is so proud, she can get defensive as well. Brendan, boasting about the Book of Kells, stated “Wait until you see it!” to which Aisling quickly replied “wait until you see my forest.” She also bragged about her speed, and teased Brendan for his inability to climb trees. Had she met with someone more willing to argue with her, it can certainly be assumed that Aisling would have carried on indefinitely to prove her point.

Hand in hand with this is her bravery. In the movie, Aisling not only puts herself at Croms mercy twice for Brendan, she violently attacks the Vikings who were about to slaughter Brother Aiden and Brendan in the forest. She is willing to risk everything for the people she cares about, even a painful and terrifying death at the hands of an old god, the same god that killed her people and mother. In fact, it could be said that it is because of the loss of her people and her mother that she fights so hard for the things she loves now. Already by herself, she is afraid of being left truly alone, and fears for the welfare of everyone who might come in contact with Crom or with the Vikings.

Indeed, while she is quite brave, along with her fear of being utterly abandoned is her terror of Crom. This ancient god dwelled in her forest, locked inside a cave by a powerful saint. Before the saint came though, Crom devoured everyone she had ever known, orphaning Aisling in the woods. Crom is the sum total of fear to her. All others compared to him are therefore only a fraction as terrifying. She’s looked what she would surely call the very manifestation of darkness in the face, so why should she be afraid of anything mortal?

However, despite all of this, Aisling is far from a broken and distrustful child. In fact, she is full of energy, playfully leaping from tree to rock, to the canopy and back again as Brendan attempts to talk to her. She is teasing and slightly impish, though pranks don’t seem to be of interest to her. Rather, she just prefers to playfully taunt Brendan, and anyone else she has grown attached to. She adores the forest and the creatures that live within it, playing and speaking with them as easily as she would her own family. Capable of shifting forms, her favorite one, and her signature pack in the forest, is the wolf, and she is very close with them.

Despite her original rather gruff behavior, Aisling is actually very tender hearted and kind, her defensive manner softening after Brendan told her he was an orphan. Anyone who shows actual kindness towards her and her forest tends to earn her trust quickly, and will soon fall under her protection. She is intensely loyal, and would go to any lengths to ensure that those she holds dear are safe and happy. Even if it means breaking rules, putting herself in intense danger, or even sacrificing herself.

Overall, Aisling, while bratty, bristly and totally independent, is also a little girl with an intense stubborn streak, extreme loyalty, a huge capacity for care and affection… and with a deep sense of loneliness and lingering fear. At her core, she is still a child, and her demeanor reveals that, but her sense of responsibility and character transcend a typical child’s.

Backstory: Aisling was born in a forest near Kells, many, MANY years ago, long before Kells even truly existed. Her people, the Tuatha de Dannon, were children of nature, old and full of magic, a part of the very earth itself. She lived there with her mother and her father, and by all accounts had a pretty good start on life, a happy, energetic child.

Then, Crom Cruach, an ancient God of Death, descended upon her people, and devoured them all, save for her. It left her alone within the forest before it was sealed up inside a mound by an old Saint, never to terrorize the people again. For many years, she lived alone in her forest, its caretaker, its ruler and the last of her people for miles. Until Brendan came.

A young brother from the near-by Abby of Kells, he’d snuck into her forest to find berries for ink. Although at first wary of him, she soon became deeply attached to the young boy, sympathizing with him in his own loneliness. He taught her about Kells, the illuminators that lived within, and she in turn taught him of the forest and its many secrets. She came to be fiercely loyal to Brendan, and broke him out of the Abby when his uncle locked him away, and even opened up Crom Cruachs old tomb for the boy, seemingly dying for his cause.

It was only later that she would show herself again to him, as a white wolf who, when Brendan and his mentor, Aidan, were about to be slain by the Vikings, jumped in with her pack to destroy the invaders, and allow Brendan to pass unharmed.

Only once more did she meet Brendan, leading him back to the old Abby of Kells, to his dying, now lonely and remorseful uncle, to show him the magnificent Book of Kells.

Moral Standing: Chaotic good. Aisling will do whatever it takes to help those close to her, and hates being told what to do. She’ll normally forge her own path, breaking rules with abandon and having a particular dislike of ordered methods. She is a wild child and obeys only her own law.

Dreams: To keep her new friend safe, to keep her forest safe, to live in peace in her forest without fear of it being ruined, and to learn about the world outside of Kells.

Fears: Crom Cruach, her forest being ruined, losing Brendan, strange new places

Extra: Aisling is a member of the Tuatha de Dannon, and possesses a great deal of magical power. Her songs can effect people, and in lore, faerie music can cause anything from blessings to plagues. She has control over nature, capable of commanding fog, animals, and even plants themselves, though she is young and not exactly an expert at it. She is also quite strong, fast, and capable of shapeshifting.

Samples: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7m1E0l-SZg&feature=fvst
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFhd8RfCqVg&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZm1kVnZ7hk&feature=related


Writing Sample: http://visionofwords.livejournal.com/991.html#comments
 

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[Error: unknown template qotd]Between the ages of eight and eighteen, everyone was a potential bully to me in my high school. The girls changed from day to day, sometimes, when we were alone, being kind, talking to me, listening back, laughing at my jokes. But as soon as it was a group, any form of friendship just turned into finger pointing, giggling and sarcastic questions about who I was seeing at the time, what I was wearing and who my friends were... I never had many friends, I disliked wearing feminine clothes, and I had little interest in getting a date back in my grade through high school years. They started rumors, about my sexuality, about supposed boyfriends and girlfriends, about my intelligence to my hygiene. Nothing was safe. I was loudly addressed in the locker room for making eye contact with a peer and had to listen to a chorus of 'Lezzie, lesbo" as I got dressed. I was slapped in the face inside a classroom while the teacher sat at her desk, and I was kicked as I walked down the aisle to the white board to write an answer.

While the girls normally bullied with isolation and disapproval, the boys were usually louder, and just as cruel. I've been swung at as I've walked down the hallways, so that I had to throw myself against the wall to avoid being hit. Jabbed in the stomach with a stick so hard that it caused a deep scrape and a bruise. I've had my backside groped in the middle of class, had things like spit balls, rubber bands and paper clips thrown at the back of my head. By far, the worst bully made sure that I had no name for ten years of my life. I was no longer Noelle. I was Stupid Whore. I wasn't allowed to draw, he'd rip my notebook from me and tear them out, citing later that the scratching of a pencil in class bothered him. He'd call me out in the hallway, in the lunchroom, on the playground, wherever he could find me, and make remarks about me and my family. My mother and my father both received equal mockery from him. I couldn't speak in class, lest what I say come back in the form of a taunt or a chant later for being bold enough to answer a question.

The walk home was just as miserable. A group of boys took to waiting outside the apartment complexes, making sounds like a cow to me as I passed by, telling me my mother was a whore, my father was stupid, my mother was sleeping with their father and so on. If I crossed the street, they threw rocks at me. If I tried to walk past and ignore them on their side, I was shoved around. If I tried to defend myself, that was naturally mocked as well. I couldn't even speak to my friends without it turning into some form of punishment. While roughhousing, I tore one of my friends shirts. I apologized, offering to sew it. One of the other children on the street who had been watching heard this, and called out "Maybe you can sew your pussy shut too!"

On the bus, I was forced to listen to one boy who made up a song about how much I didn't matter, and how ugly and stupid and slutty I was. I received little help and no sympathy: When I became sick on one of the rides, and was unable to reach a bucket in time, and was forced to sit the rest of the ride with vomit on my hands and coat, one of the riders kneeled in his seat to face the rest of the bus, announcing that "Hey guys, Noelle's throwing up! Hey guys, look! Look, she's throwing up!" Laughing at me, pointing me out as I kneeled on the floor and tried to hide myself.

The only reason I managed to get through school was the two years of homeschooling in the middle, between the middle of the year in seventh grade and the middle of the year in ninth grade. I also always had my parents to come back to, and a loving home that understood and tried to help me. Never again, since leaving high school, have I ever been put through this level of bullying.
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ABEL

******* (OH DEAR A STAIN) PRIEST level 15
Neutral Good

Strength: 16 (+4 with CRUSNIK activation)

Initiative: 16 (+4 with CRUSNIK activation)

Intelligence: 20

Wisdom: 14

Constitution: 10 (+10 with CRUSNIK activation)

Charisma: 14 (-2)


Theresa

Human ROGUE level 9
True Neutral

Strength: 10

Initiative: 15

Intelligence: 17

Wisdom: 16

Constitution: 10

Charisma: 8 (-2)
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HERPIN MAH DERP

OH SHI-

Oct. 29th, 2009 07:19 pm
hailthenarc: (Default)
IT'S ANOTHER TEST. HEAD FOR THE HILLS.
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