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July 2009
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it's not very good... but i'm working on making it better [b][u]Character Details[/b][/u] [b]Caste:[/b]Warlord Prince [b]Jewels[/b]Red to Ebon Gray In a break from Eyrien tradition Lucivar Yaslana wears his hair long, letting it fall to his shoulders. His golden eyes a testimony to both of the long lived races that make up his blood, whereas his golden skin is more akin to the Hayllian race of his father than that of the Eyrien breed. His mixed heritage luckily though didn’t deprive him of the crowning glory of the Eyrien people, His wings. He has a warriors build, fit from years of fighting and years of training. His back ripples with strong muscles, muscles that Jaenelle once painstakingly rebuilt after he had flown the Khaldaron Run, intent on suicide, determined to die in flight. Lucivar is not a short man and he can cut a very imposing figure with wings spread to full length (And no it’s not always true that your wing span is equivalent to you’re...). Lucivar inherited his good looks from his father, lending him a well shaped jaw line and straight nose. Though not gifted with the inane beauty of his brother, he is none the less a very handsome man. He has a more rugged look than his brother, though he has still found himself in many situations where his looks have gotten him in trouble. Lucivar moves with a kind of feral grace, like a hawk in the sky or a predator upon the ground, Preferring to don leather pants and loose shirts, or simply no shirt at all Lucivar is not one easily looked over.
If one thing can be said about Lucivar, it’s that he’s Eyrien through and through. Despite his dual heritage the Eyrien nature has never been repressed in his life. He can be an arrogant stubborn snarly male when he wants to and he has never been one to back down from a fight. He fought many battles in his life in Terreille. Battles for life, and battles for pride, he even fought one battle intent on death when he felt all hope was lost. As a young boy though a father he never used to remember drilled into him a solid code of morals that he has never forgotten nor been able to let go of. This code has kept him true to himself and helped shape him into the man he has become. Despite his pride and inbred arrogance he has never fought a battle which was not deserved. To add fuel to the fire, Lucivar is a warlord prince. The caste amongst the blood that are known for their passionate violence, and violent passion. Lucivar loves completely, and he fights completely, never one to do anything by half.
ok, so i haven't been on in a while... mostly coz nothing of any sort of interest has been happening with me. For the last.... however long it's been little more than Work, Sleep, RPG, Eat, and over again. The world is changing. Upon the discovery of the mutant “cure” all hell broke loose. Some mutants rushed to get the drug, others protested that there was nothing to cure, while the “normal’s” sat at home watching it all on the news, or others still sat in office considering bills for mutant registration. “For the good of the people” they said,” too keep the mutant population under control” they said, “to stop them robbing banks or abusing their powers “They said. They had allowed a mutant into their midst, Professor Henry “Hank” McCoy, better known amongst the mutant community as “The Beast.” Hank’s job was to oversee mutant affairs, and make sure that the mutant population was treated fairly and with respect. After the incident at Alcatraz, the government, and indeed many of the human people became suspicious of mutants, the Government cracked down on Mutant affairs, and tension is growing in the office as Hank McCoy battles for his people. -–  -- The cure. -- Rumours spring forth from the darkness of a mutant underground living and hiding in the darkness beneath the city streets of New York. Rumours that they’re trouble makers, rebels, plotting slowly in the deep reaches of the New York sewer system. Plotting the day when they will rise up from there exile and live in the light once more. While on the surface, every day new factions arise, mutant and human alike, each fighting for their own cause, their own ends.--  -- Rumours spread like wildfire. -- The world is changing. And through it all, one sleeps. One who will soon awake to face it all.--
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 accomplishedJust posting this here for a friend to see. “There comes a time in the life of every person, where a single decision or action can determined the course of their life. It can determine whether a person will be a doctor or a janitor, a pianist or an army officer. It is these choices who shape who we are, who we become, and shape the courses of our lives. For years scientists have theorised that when a person reaches one of these crossroads, an alternate reality is born for each of the infinite possibilities born in that moment. This is what is known as the Multiverse Theory.” Jean grey’s long absent voice intoned as she stood at the front of the classroom. It had been a long time coming, this moment, a long time coming indeed. Jean Grey looked out over the eager and not so eager faces of her students, her thoughts drifting back over the years that had passed, and lead her here to this very moment. “So!” She spoke suddenly, causing more than one of her students to jump in their seats. “Who wants to hear a story that is related to today’s class, but is, i hope far more interesting.” Her face was eager, and she watched as her students expressions changed to match her own, some of them voicing their opinion and encouraging her to tell her story. “Well this story started, as many story’s do... Current Mood:
productiveI think i'd be elliott. because we have a lot in common, crazy being the most important one XD Current Mood:
 sleepyWhy is it that when i have abeautiful idea in my head for a drawing, or painting or anything similar, i can't get it down on paper? Current Mood:
 annoyedStargate SG1: The ark of truth is going to be released on march 11th 2008 WHY DIDN'T I KNOW THIS SOONER! Christmas i slept in late, until i had to go to my uncles with the family.. or at least the family minus my sister (she was at the boyfriends parents) to my uncles for christmas lunch. the meat was good... the vegetables disgusting... but i ate them as well like a good neice. we sat around and listened to my grandpa tell stories. We passed a 4 car smash on the way to my uncles though, luckily out of 9 people only one was seriously injured according to the paper today. Current Mood:
 happyIt matters not what the wrapping It matters not what the trapping A Prison is still a Prison A Cell still A Cell. No matter how sweet the taste Now matter how elegant the presentation A poison is still a Poison A death is still a death. You can hide lies behind truth You can hide truth behind lies But no matter what you do You cannot change the nature of words A prison is a prison, no matter how beautiful or elegantly you present it.
____________________________ I hate this... i hate her.... i hate it all... i hate living here... Current Mood:
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 awakeFree I have to leave you But I don’t want to I have to forget you But I can’t regret you You make my heart burn You made my mouth sing But now your gone And it didn’t mean a thing I have to let go Break free Forget the sorrow And be free. But how when you are always there Just out of reach Teasing, taunting Making me want to screech I have to let go Break free Forget the sorrow And be Free Current Mood:
 crappyI got my new computer. His Name is Thor (After the Asgard) And his is so awesome! and with any sort of luck my dad'll let me hook him up to the internet and then everything will be all good. ^ ^ he actually runs my paint shop pro without making me wait 6 years for any action to complete! *bounces* I'll post a photo later on. I feel like I'm getting boreder by the second, if that is even possible. As each moment ticks past more people stop talking to me, i have less horses to do on Howrse, and i seam to have less people to rp with. I posted an advert for A storyline idea i had... thus far only one courtesy driven reply. So i think it, like anything else i seam to do this day is going to be a flunk. FN is failing miserably. Making me miserable. because no activity on FN OR MN for me means mega boredness, and then there's the fact that i never get to see any of my friends anymore.... but lets not go into all the crap.. i whinge and moan enough as it is. My new computer still hasn't come in... it was supposed to be in today, if it had of come in i wouldn't be bored. but it didn't obviously. Current Mood:
boredI need some place near by, that is really high up and easy to lug a stupid f**ing monster of a computer up for the purpose of dropping it off the edge and letting it crash to its messy and all together to prolonged death. Current Mood:
frustratedI can't beleive i haven't posted this yet, ( Images in here ) And well, no real news except that i woke up late this morning, coz stupid me set my alarm for pm instead of am again. *grumbles* Current Mood:
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