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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ooc information.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name&lt;/b&gt;: Kristen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age&lt;/b&gt;: Nineteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How can we reach you?&lt;/b&gt;: on aim &lt;i&gt;some stardust&lt;/i&gt; or via email &lt;i&gt;starxsurrender@yahoo.com&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;character information.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Name&lt;/b&gt;: Eloise Frances Wellington &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age // Birthday&lt;/b&gt;: 18 ; January 29th, 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: The bookworm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ethnicity&lt;/b&gt;: British&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alliance&lt;/b&gt;: Senshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;School // Grade&lt;/b&gt;: Azubu Institute of Technology ; Sophomore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extracurricular Activities&lt;/b&gt;: Honors Society, Swim Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Residence&lt;/b&gt;: An on-campus apartment she shares with two fellow medical students. It&apos;s always rather neat and tidy and quiet, which is exactly what Eloise loves in a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Occupation&lt;/b&gt;: Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reincarnation of&lt;/b&gt;: Sailor Mercury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance&lt;/b&gt;: Eloise may not be the prettiest girl on the block, but she&apos;s pretty enough by her own standards. With her father&apos;s looks (her mother has always been fair-haired and freckled) of pale skin and dark hair, Eloise has her own look about her. Of course, when one looks at her body language, there isn&apos;t a whole lot of confidence in her steps. She&apos;s never been prone to showing off her body (which doesn&apos;t mean she&apos;s got a bad body by any means, considering she does a lot of swimming both on a team and on her own), uncomfortable with the notion of using it to get anyone&apos;s attention (most especially a boys!). Mostly, Eloise likes to blend in with the crowd. Considering she&apos;s short (only coming up to &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; five foot three), she&apos;s managed to do that rather easily, able to slip in and out unnoticed for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown hair falls past her shoulders in straight, thin sections. Eloise has always worn her hair long, finding herself hiding behind it when she gets flustered or embarrassed (which can happen quite frequently), pulling it back or stuffing it into a swimming cap when she jumps into the pool. Equally dark brown eyes are set on pale features that burn rather than tan in the sunlight; even with the use of her SPF 50 sunblock Eloise gets a little pink in the summertime when she&apos;s out and about in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to clothes, Eloise chooses simplicity and comfort over elegance and the extravagent. She doesn&apos;t wear a lot of bright colours (though she has sometimes found herself boldly wearing red lippy with outfits, which she only does if she&apos;s in a particularly good mood), sticking with neutral tones and darker hues. All her clothing tend to be tasteful-- no skirts above the knees, very limited tank-tops, and she tends to wear flats instead of heels simply because she falls over in heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PB&lt;/b&gt;: Anna Paquin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality&lt;/b&gt;: Eloise&apos;s love of knowledge has always made her stand out in a crowd of her peers. She was the girl at reccess who, instead of playing four-square or tag, would be sitting along the wall with a book in hand. Her relationship with the written word has always been one of the things near and dear to her heart; anyone who insults the written word will hear a few stern words from Eloise before the day is through. She loves reading and falling into new worlds but also learning new and interesting things. Her mother&apos;s old medical books got her interested in medicine when she was a child and has continued to foster and nurture this interest through her school career until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inherently shy, Eloise often comes off as aloof or stuck-up because of her lack of friends or much of a social group. She&apos;s never been good with people and when she does try to talk she finds herself stumbling over her words or making herself look like an idiot. Well, at least in social situations-- she&apos;s able to keep a cool head and recite off some treatment or chemical formula without skipping a beat. She just doesn&apos;t do well with people sometimes and, while it&apos;s not always the most exciting thing to eat lunch by herself, Eloise likes to think of it as a choice for now. It&apos;s easier anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, with those she does call friends (because she does have them, contrary to popular belief), Eloise is rather bright and pleasant. She&apos;s not always the most outgoing even with her friends, staying mildly subdued, but she&apos;s not the wallflower she becomes at social events. She talks and laughs with her friends, opening up bit by bit until she can relax. With ehr friends she tends to be a bit of a mother hen, fussing and helping where she can, especially with coursework. She&apos;s always been one to offer help, though she doesn&apos;t press herself upon anyone if they don&apos;t want it. Eloise knows how to draw the line, respecting other wishes and other ideas with a polite interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it&apos;s not in the forefront of her mind, Eloise has always had a bit of a competative streak when it comes to her academics and swimming. She likes to be the one winning at the end or getting the highest test scores in her year. She strives for perfection, though it&apos;s not an all-consuming habit. She manages to lose somewhat gracefully (though she has been known to stew and steam about it for a few days before perking right back up). Eloise just wants to be the very best she can be and to make her parents proud of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise has her secret habits-- the things that she doesn&apos;t show just anyone. She&apos;s hopelessly addicted to romance novels, something she gets rather embarrassed about being seen with. She keeps her books under her bed in a shoebox that only she touches. She loves the idea of being in love but is too scared and too shy to actually set forth to find it for herself. And, while it&apos;s not so much of a secret habit, Eloise loves swimming and uses it to blow off steam. She was on the team in high school and has continued to swim for the Institute&apos;s team now. When she&apos;s in the water, everything seems to make more sense and she can really let herself go. With each stroke she comes closer to clarity. She loves to go to the pool when no one&apos;s there and just float in the water until her skin gets wrinkly and pruney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;history.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Richard Wellington&lt;/i&gt;: father, 54. Artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angelia Harris (formerly Wellington)&lt;/i&gt;: mother, 52. Pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History&lt;/b&gt;: Richard Wellington had always been a hard one to catch-- an up and coming painter, he was known for his aloof attitude and inability to commit. It wasn&apos;t until he met Angela Harris that he managed to calm down and was finally looped into marriage. They were happy enough for the first few years and managed to get pregnant not long into their marriage. Eloise Frances Wellington was born on a chilly January day in Bath, England. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise was a happy baby, if not a bit quiet. She was curious about everything, though she stayed close to home when she learned to walk, terrified of getting lost in the great big world out there. She was the glue that kept her parents together through her early childhood years but, as time went by, the glue started to fade. When Eloise was six, her parents divorced. Her father moved out of her childhood home to live in London while she and her mother continued their life in Bath. Eloise didn&apos;t understand why she couldn&apos;t always see her Dad but she grew to accept it, happy enough to take the train ride to London to see him every other weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to Eloise or Richard, Angela had been searching for something new in her life, something different. Bath held too many memories for her but moving somewhere else in England didn&apos;t seem the right option. It only took a phone call from a former collegue to get her rolling on a new idea. Eloise came home one afternoon when she was eight to have her mother spring news upon her of an upcoming move. Angela and Eloise were going to move to Tokyo-- Angela&apos;s old friend had settled there and there was an opening for a pediatrician in the practise. This was the window her mother had been looking for and she took it without too much thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to England and to her dad was one of the hardest things Eloise had ever done. The same could be said about coming to Tokyo and being thrust into a new environment and a whole new culture. Eloise had a lot of trouble adjusting the first year and a half as she tried to learn the language, tried to make some friends, and attempted to get comfortable with this new place. Thankfully she went to an International School which meant she wasn&apos;t the only foreign student there, able to connect a little more with some English speaking peers rather than the people out in the world. But, bit by bit, she started to learn the language and with homesickness ebbing away, she started to accept this place as a sort of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Eloise was eleven she found her second love (her first being learning and/or reading) when she was in gym class. Their topic was swimming and, once she got into the water, she didn&apos;t want to get out. She begged her mother to sign her up for swimming lessons and she began spending her time either at the local pool or the library after school. By the time she reached high school, she was part of the team, competing for prizes and standing. Her favourite was freestyle, which she was pretty good at. It was also around this time that she decided that she wanted to go on to university and to study medicine like her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of her class, Eloise graduated with honors and moved onto University, easily getting accepted into the medical program. She&apos;s continued with her swimming and has been doing very well in school. There&apos;s not much time for anything else, which she&apos;s fine with for the time being. She&apos;s got her work to do and nothing&apos;s going to keep her from graduating on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 17:54:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress still fit as it had two years ago. A little snug around the hips, tied tightly around her neck so it stayed in place, and the fabric falling just past her knees; it swished and flowed when she moved, just as it was supposed to. Mira should have been pleased, yet there was something about this dress and the image sitting before her in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl two years ago would have been smiling and laughing, twirling about as she reveled in the security this dress gave her. This dress made her feel sexy, seductive, and completely compelling. In this dress, Mira would have taken the world by storm and by George, she had for a while. She’d been comfortable in her own skin and eager to grow up. Growing up meant she would be free to do what she wanted, to laze around all afternoon if she felt like it, to dance until the sun came up, and to simply be. She wouldn’t have to worry about trivial things like homework, keeping up with her grades, the silly gossip that spread around the school too often, or the brewing rumors of war just outside of the strange little paradise her school had become over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could have prepared her for the chaos that ensued when she left school. The war that had only been rumors was suddenly real—she could smell the carnage left in the wake of attacks as the city fell into lockdown. She went four months without seeing sunlight, pulled down into the depths of the city in order to remain safe. How many nights had she lain awake in that underground cavern, waiting for morning to come again? Waiting and praying to whatever God was out there that she would remain alive to see the day once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman in the mirror gazed back; she looked exhausted with dark circles beneath her eyes showing prominently against her caramel colored skin; her once thick, shiny hair hung lifeless at her shoulders. Mira was a shadow of herself. The laughter had faded from her eyes, replaced only with a grim determination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mira!” The voice jolted her from her reverie as she snapped her head to the door. Darin came into view, panting from the run up the flight of stairs. “We can’t stay,” He said and Mira almost thought she heard the apology in his tone. Yet she knew better; he wasn’t sorry because she knew better than to linger here. This was a hot zone and any moment the Republican Guard could come bursting through to arrest them. That was the danger, Mira supposed as she glanced out the window of her old home, of being part of the resistance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her shoulders sagged as she turned back to the mirror. “I know,” She muttered, fingers trailing along her collarbone, taking in the image one last time. “I used so feel so…good in this dress.” Mira’s voice dropped down to a hoarse whisper, closing her eyes. Footsteps across the wooden floor echoed in her ears, arms wrapping securely around her waist as a scruffy cheek pressed against hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I remember when I saw you in this dress for the first time,” Darin’s voice was a comfort, soothing the frown from her face as she relaxed back into him. “I swore I’d never seen anything prettier in my life.” A ghost of a smile flickered across Mira’s face and her eyes opened to gaze at the reflection in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think I know myself like that anymore,” Mira sighed softly. “I’m afraid the person I’ve become is here to stay and I don’t know how I feel about that.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think you look as lovely as ever,” Darin’s reply was muffled as he pressed lips to her bare shoulder. “Now, let’s get you out of that dress and get out of here. We gotta move on.” She could see the glint in his eyes, that frantic urge to keep moving and to stay under the radar. It was only when he left the room that Mira finally peeled the fabric from her body, letting the red dress fall to the floor in a heap before she threw on her dirt encrusted clothing from before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more glance in the mirror and she saw the person she had become. The grim faced, determined woman who didn’t know what she was fighting for. But she’d continue on fighting anyways because, for now, that’s all she could do.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 19:50:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>24 Hour Theme Table for Darin/Mira</title>
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&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; width=&quot;300px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Building relationships, encouraging understanding and love between people, sexual symmetry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;link goes here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; width=&quot;300px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Balancing matters of the body, mind and spirit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;link goes here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#D7DAE2&quot; width=&quot;200px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;[ &lt;b&gt;16:00&lt;/b&gt; ♦ &lt;b&gt;4PM&lt;/b&gt; ]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#D7DAE2&quot; width=&quot;200px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;[ &lt;b&gt;17:00&lt;/b&gt; ♦ &lt;b&gt;5PM&lt;/b&gt; ]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#D7DAE2&quot; width=&quot;200px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;[ &lt;b&gt;18:00&lt;/b&gt; ♦ &lt;b&gt;6PM&lt;/b&gt; ]&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; width=&quot;300px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Harmony of elements, sticking to schedules.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;link goes here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; width=&quot;300px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Insight to the self. Communicating with spiritual guides.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;link goes here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; width=&quot;300px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Matters of safety, protection and completion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;link goes here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#D7DAE2&quot; width=&quot;200px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;[ &lt;b&gt;19:00&lt;/b&gt; ♦ &lt;b&gt;7PM&lt;/b&gt; ]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#D7DAE2&quot; width=&quot;200px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;[ &lt;b&gt;20:00&lt;/b&gt; ♦ &lt;b&gt;8PM&lt;/b&gt; ]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#D7DAE2&quot; width=&quot;200px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;[ &lt;b&gt;21:00&lt;/b&gt; ♦ &lt;b&gt;9PM&lt;/b&gt; ]&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; width=&quot;300px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Diversity, blending or healing differences, gentle care toward others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;link goes here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; width=&quot;300px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Leadership, command and guidance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;link goes here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; width=&quot;300px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Comprehension of universal truth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;link goes here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#D7DAE2&quot; width=&quot;200px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;[ &lt;b&gt;22:00&lt;/b&gt; ♦ &lt;b&gt;10PM&lt;/b&gt; ]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#D7DAE2&quot; width=&quot;200px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;[ &lt;b&gt;23:00&lt;/b&gt; ♦ &lt;b&gt;11PM&lt;/b&gt; ]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#D7DAE2&quot; width=&quot;200px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;[ &lt;b&gt;24:00&lt;/b&gt; ♦ &lt;b&gt;12AM&lt;/b&gt; ]&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; width=&quot;300px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Improving the rational mind, sensibility and clear mindedness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;link goes here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; width=&quot;300px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Coping with drastic change in a positive manner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;link goes here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; width=&quot;300px&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Writer&apos;s Choice&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;link goes here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 23:45:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;Out Of Character Information&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Name &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Kristen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Email &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; starxsurrender@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your AIM Screenname &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; some stardust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Role-Playing Experience &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://starxsurrender.insanejournal.com/13158.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;http://starxsurrender.insanejournal.com/13158.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt; My current roster can be found here. I&apos;ve been playing for 7+ years now on sites such as Avidgamers, InvisionFree boards, GJ, IJ, LJ, and various PSLs on aim and Neopets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Character - Basics&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Catherine Vivian Baker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date of Birth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; May 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Character - History&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Laurence Baker--A gentleman by birth; died from his opium addiction which left his daughters in a great deal of debt.&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice Baker-- died in childbirth when Catherine was born.&lt;br /&gt;Anne Baker-- elder sister; Catherine looks up to her quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Education&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Considering she was born into a privileged life, Catherine was tutored by a governess for many years. She&apos;s quite gifted at the piano, knows quite a bit of conversational French and pieces of Latin, is knowledgeable in many dances, and can draw at a sub-par level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Status&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; A born (and slightly bred) gentlewoman-- that isn&apos;t exactly her class now, however. When her father died, he left his daughters in a lot of debt and, thusly, Catherine (and subsequently her sister Anne) have relied mostly on their own means within the charity of the neighbourhood. (Rather degrading, if you ask Catherine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brief Biography&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Character - Personality&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Character - Appearance&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Description&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;PB&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Charity Wakefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Character - Other&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cast Page Bio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 03:05:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>table for a matter of propriety</title>
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  <description>Padma Patil/Theodore Nott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;2&quot; cellpadding=&quot;5&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;01.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4495193/1/&quot;&gt;Lifestyles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;02.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4495193/2/&quot;&gt;Cold hands, cold feet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;03.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4495193/3/A_Matter_of_Propriety&quot;&gt;Artificial light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;04.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4495193/4/A_Matter_of_Propriety&quot;&gt;So shaken as we are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;05.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4495193/5/A_Matter_of_Propriety&quot;&gt;Blindsided&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;06.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;I think of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;07.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Gravity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;08.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;The white birds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;09.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;In a good mood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;10.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Raison d’etre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;11.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;The ballroom at midnight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;12.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Kiss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;13.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Impromptu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;14.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;If you wanted honesty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;15.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Lullaby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;16.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;He didn&apos;t want her to fall in love with him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;17.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Promise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;18.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Clarity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;19.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Five shades of white&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;20.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;i&gt;Darling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;s&gt;In which two like minds meet (or rather, re-meet)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;s&gt;In which a ferris wheel ride moves to talk of things in their lives&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;s&gt;In which a discussion about likes and dislikes proves to be rather enlightening.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;s&gt;In which Padma hasa rough day and they cross the line between acquaintances and friends.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;s&gt;In which feelings could be possible. Not that either would admit to them.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;i&gt;In which Theo is severely distracted while working on cases and lets out his frustrations on his poor secretary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) In which a lesson on gravity (and in catching someone) adds some tension.&lt;br /&gt;8) In which Padma has a frank discussion on feelings with her sister.&lt;br /&gt;9) In which a dinner somehow turns into a date.&lt;br /&gt;10) In which Theo talks frankly to Padma about the death of his mother.&lt;br /&gt;11) In which there is gossip about Theo and Padma at a charity ball and in which Theo almost kisses Padma.&lt;br /&gt;12) In which Padma confronts Theo on the not-kiss.&lt;br /&gt;13) In which Theo visits Padma while she&apos;s working.&lt;br /&gt;14) In which Padma is given a hard time from a close friend on her relationship.&lt;br /&gt;15) In which Theo spends the night.&lt;br /&gt;16) In which Theo refuses to say he&apos;s in love but manages to do so anyways.&lt;br /&gt;17) In which a strange night visit prompts a strange question.&lt;br /&gt;18) In which Padma views may be changing.&lt;br /&gt;19) In which Padma decides shopping may not be &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; bad?&lt;br /&gt;20) In which an answer is given.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 06:08:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>~chivalric</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;name:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Kara Zor-El is her birth name. Of course, since it&apos;s not exactly a normal name (and Kara truly wants to be normal and blend in as much as she can), she&apos;s known to most everyone as Clare Danvers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;character basis:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Supergirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;age/birthday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 21 / December 5th, 1987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;powers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;weaknesses:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  Kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;affiliation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  Part of The Wonderkids training program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;information:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Kara Zor-El never knew the wonders of Krypton. Three years after it had been destroyed, those who were left formed a colony out in the stars; Kara was one of the first children born. Her parents, Zor-El and In-Ze were pleased to have their first child and doted upon the young Kara as she was growing up, or at least as much as they could as the colony tried to rebuild what they&apos;d had back on their home planet. They named their new colony Argo City and their lives were content for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;pb:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Alison Lohman; brunette as Clare Danvers, blonde when Kara/Supergirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;journal:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;aim name:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;i&gt;some stardust&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;picture link:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 22:25:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;650&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;15&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;courier new&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;ooc information&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Player Name:&lt;/b&gt; Kristen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 19!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E-mail:&lt;/b&gt; starxsurrender@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AIM:&lt;/b&gt; some stardust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CDJ:&lt;/b&gt; starxsurrender on IJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prior Experience:&lt;/b&gt; 7+ years. I&apos;m already in the game so you lot know what I&apos;ve got under my belt :D (almost said belts...do not need that to be plural, hah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desired Character Journal:&lt;/b&gt; TBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you hold?&lt;/b&gt; Yes I did, under Siobhan&apos;s journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;ic information&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;courier new&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Name:&lt;/b&gt; Robert Urquhart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthdate &amp; Age:&lt;/b&gt; January 7th, 1981. Sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;House &amp; Year:&lt;/b&gt; Slytherin 6th Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bloodline:&lt;/b&gt; Half-blood, though this isn&apos;t information he likes to go blathering on about now a days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexuality:&lt;/b&gt; Heterosexual, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Affiliation:&lt;/b&gt; Death Eaters with a leaning of &quot;Oh bollocks, I guess I have to pick a side and this one looks like the winning team so let&apos;s go with it.&quot;, not to mention it&apos;s where his family stands. Family is very important and thusly, Robert has always taken into consideration what his family would do with this, siding with them when all else fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Place of Birth:&lt;/b&gt; Cardiff, Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Location:&lt;/b&gt; Cardiff, Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance:&lt;/b&gt; Tall and lanky, Robert stands at about 5&apos;11&quot; (though he usually says he&apos;s at least six feet tall, just so he can say so) with very little muscle mass to his body. Not something you&apos;d expect from a Quidditch player, though, all the same, Robert plays well enough without having to look like the other players. A bit on the pale side, Robert has dark features (very dark brown eyes and black hair) that are common on his mother&apos;s Welsh side, When it comes to dressing, Robert really would rather wear dress clothing and to not have it wrinkled, thank you very much. He may have a hobby when it comes to sports, but he&apos;s not very fond of getting down and dirty and keeping himself looking clean is always something that he strives to do, regardless of what he&apos;s doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Played-By:&lt;/b&gt; Andrew Garfield &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; Robert is, well, a bit on the dreary side. Unlike some of his fellow classmates, he likes t take things seriously. This can be a good thing but, of course, it also means he tends to take himself too seriously, which can be a bit of a problem. He dresses in muted colours, acts about ten years (if not more) older than he really is and generally not someone you&apos;d want to spend your afternoon with. He can drone on about anything if he&apos;s given the right set of tools and knowledge about the subject and, while he prefers the quiet, isn&apos;t afraid of speaking to the masses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Likes:&lt;/b&gt; Quiet, the Library, watching Quidditch, playing Quidditch (to an extent), girls, winter, old book smell, muted colours, classical music, old fashioned ideas, independence, being right, power, muggle Sci-Fi themed shows (what? It&apos;s his secret shame), organisation, and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dislikes:&lt;/b&gt; Hot weather, too much sunshine, death, blood (he&apos;s a bit squeamish around it), heights (he hides it well though), stupidity, broken rules (though at times he&apos;ll become quietly pleased about them, it depends on the situation), severely pro/anti Voldemort people, and Potions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OWL Results:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(If not applicable (i.e. fifth year student), give us a sense of how strong your character is, academically, and include a best and worst class.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents:&lt;/b&gt; Patrick Urquhart (44, retired pro-Quidditch player, played with the &lt;i&gt;Caerphilly Catapults&lt;/i&gt;) and Elizabeth Urquhart nee Sutton(44, Unspeakable at the Ministry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Siblings:&lt;/b&gt; None. Robert is, and always has been, an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Dynamics:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pets:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; September 1st, 1966 wasn&apos;t all that important of a date anywhere else in the world. It was the start of a new school year for the kids at Hogwarts and it was the ear that both Patrick Urquhart and Elizabeth Sutton came to school. They were both in the same year and, after a rocky start on the train, the two were sorted into the same house- Slytherin. Neither enjoyed one another&apos;s company and for years they found ways to annoy the other. It wasn&apos;t until their fifth year that they started to slowly get along and then in their seventh, after a spontaneous kiss, that they started to date. Of course, this didn&apos;t last long but, over the next ten years, the two were always running into one another, enough to bring them together for one final time in their marriage the fall of 1978. They didn&apos;t truly expect to have children, not for a while and especially not in the rocky times they had been married. While Patrick was noted as a Death Eater supporter, it didn&apos;t mean he was fully on board with everything. But, of course, things happen and the two welcomed their first and only child, Robert Ianto into their lives just seven days into 1981.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character’s Ambitions:&lt;/b&gt; Well...Robert knows his father would love more than anything to have him join some Quidditch league and carry on the tradition. This isn&apos;t an appealing idea to the boy though, who has been unable to tell his dad that, no, he&apos;s not going to be needing any new gloves because he&apos;s not going to be needing them for too much longer, just a year or so. He&apos;s contemplated going into the Ministry but, as of now, he&apos;s come to no conclusive ideas on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you be willing to have your character die in the Final Battle?&lt;/b&gt; If you feel you need more people on list to die, go right ahead! I&apos;m sure you&apos;ll tell me (in any case of my characters dying) beforehand so I can prepare myself, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you intend to contribute to plot? How does your character fit into Deathly Hallows?&lt;/b&gt; He&apos;s not vocal about either side, which isn&apos;t widely accepted among his house. Most everyone has an opinion on this while Robert really doesn&apos;t know what to think. This doesn&apos;t mean he&apos;s going to be standing up for anything anytime soon-- he&apos;ll follow along with the crowd like a sheep until he finds some stable ground, something he&apos;s not found just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thesis:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;writing samples&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Person Sample:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(For the character you&apos;re applying for. Minimum of 150 words, unless you have an exceptionally brief character that would never write that much, in which case please note that&apos;s why you&apos;re under the word count. However, more definitely encouraged!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Person Sample:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(You may link to an old thread, but it must be for the character you&apos;re applying for. Minimum of 150 words. More still encouraged! If you have a character that speaks in a dialect or accent and aren&apos;t willing to forgo it during play, you have to include it in this example.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 06:09:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the memory keeper cast</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Kari&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/001.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/018.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/038.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold-hearted killing machine, Kari&apos;s not one for feelings and sharing stuff about them with anyone else. She&apos;s afraid of getting to close to someone only to see them destroyed by something she can&apos;t stop and is basically only close to her sister, Star, whom she&apos;d give her life. A warrior of the universe, she&apos;d do anything that her Empress ordered, though she manages to learn the truth behind everything she was ever taught, coming to question her reasons for keeping people out and her own reasons for killing without a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Star&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/008.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/025.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/009.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger of the two, Star is filled with life, love, and a light that never seems to go out. She was the favorite child of their father, though she was constantly clinging to her sister&apos;s side through childhood regardless of any ill feelings that could have formed between them. She&apos;s a decent warrior, not much for fighting as she would rather handle things in a diplomatic fashion rather than resorting to violence. Her lover is Star Knight Sirius, with whom she has complete and total trust in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Sirius&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/044.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/010.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/029.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever-constant in his ways, Star Knight Sirius is, well, serious in his duties to the Empress and to his own will that he follows without question. He has his head set firmly on his shoulders and thinks like a soldier in almost any situation that&apos;s thrown his way. In love with Star since she joined the Empress, he cherishes her and would die to keep the light within her safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Empress Risa Opale&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/003.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/033-2.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/018-1.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader of her Senshi, Opale is made of twisted metal and cold stars colliding amongst one another. She is ruthless in her tactics and has spent years preening her chosen warrior, Kari, into what she calls a &apos;killing machine of war who will do exactly as I say&apos;. There&apos;s a darkness to her that few see until it&apos;s too late, until it finally swallows them whole and leaves nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Apprentice Priest Kou&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/icon060.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/icon097.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/icon048.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His destiny wasn&apos;t supposed to be anything grand but, once he made his choice to aide Kari, he changed time forever for him. Quiet, slightly sarcastic, and slightly lovable, Kou didn&apos;t know what he had gotten himself into when he took Kari from the battle, saving her and following along on a path that led to a greater destiny, but he did it without question, something he never thought he&apos;d do. It&apos;s his heart that saves them, his heart that gives unconditionally to cure the light of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Hikari&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/100.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/112.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/059.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her memories of Dionysus have always been dim, but her father would constantly tell stories to the girl of her mother, the great Queen who changed time, and of her father, who followed her into the darkness with her as their guiding light. Hikari is a kind soul, easy to laugh, easy to cry, and easy to love. There&apos;s a gentle spirit in her, though there&apos;s also a temper that comes to the surface if she&apos;s pushed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Isamu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/023.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/027.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/009-1.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older of Star and Sirius&apos; twin children, Isamu was the friendly one who liked to make jokes and sarcastic comments, even when they weren&apos;t appropriate; &lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; when they were inappropriate, to be precise. He went into the Dionysus Army like his father had, rising up in the ranks and proving that he was more than simply a barrel of laughs at the dinner table, showing he could handle a weapon well and actually do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Shinju&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/014.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/009-2.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/TMK/016.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious, studious, and incredibly prepared for anything, Shinju is the younger twin. She&apos;s always ready, always organised, and alway seems to be prepared for the worst situations when they come up. She enjoys taking her time with things, looking through them to figure out how everything works and, in essence, how the universe ticks along. She&apos;s got an inquisitive mind and it&apos;s no wonder that she&apos;s in line for the throne once her aunt passes the title down to her-- with Shinju on the throne, the planet of Dionysus would be prepared for anything.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 04:22:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ssu Ling Cast</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Saioji Emi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/amwarner98.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/amwarner92.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/amwarner56.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nearly eighteen, Saioji Emi&apos;s life is changed when she&apos;s approached by a brown tabby telling her she has to save the world. In a nutshell, she&apos;s a sweet girl, if not a tad forgetful of things, incredibly stubborn, scared of the dark, and loves to spend time outside, especially at the park near her house. Being a Senshi&apos;s not really how she planned to spend her life, considering she was ordinary one day and then powerful the next, but she&apos;s trying to cope the best she can, even if it means hiding her own fears and worries from the others as long as she can before it finally breaks out. As a Senshi, she is Sailor Gaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Toyama Sayuri&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/043.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/054.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/065.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with a fiery spirit and a temper that cannot be matched, Toyama Sayuri wasn&apos;t expecting anything grand from life. An orphan because of a fire (that she unintentionally started, we might add), she&apos;s the second Senshi found to protect and guard the Earth. She&apos;s got her heart in the right place, though she tends to be a bit overzealous and is very wary when it comes to men. Only Emi can seem to reach through the protective layers and really get to know the girl inside. As a Senshi, she is Sailor Suzaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chishu Naoko&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/040.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/092.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/096.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and mild-tempered, Chishu Naoko is the third to join the group. She&apos;s a bit on the slow side, always taking a bit longer to catch onto things, laughing at the joke minutes after it&apos;s stopped being funny. She tries real hard though and really seems to bring out the old motto &quot;Slow and steady wins the race&quot;, especially when it comes to her studies. She&apos;s fiercely loyal and is a lot stronger than most might suspect. As a Senshi, she is Sailor Genbu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Ita Miyu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/Carey63.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/Carey102.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/Carey155.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite the cynic, Ita Miyu is the fourth in the group. She likes to be called a realist but honestly tends to pick out the worst possible way things could go in situations. She&apos;s always ready, stalking and keeping watch like her counterpart, the White Tiger. She has a biting temper and a sarcastic mouth that tends to get her in trouble when it comes to school. As a Senshi, she is Sailor Byakko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Oshima Suzume&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/clemencepoesy48.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/clemencepoesy36.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/clemencepoesy01.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful, or the snake will bite if you provoke it. Calm, beautiful, and completely cold to the outside world, Oshima Suzume is the final member of the group. She knows how to control herself and her emotions, easy to slip out of situations and easy to outsmart the enemy. Suzume&apos;s not afraid to use her sex appeal to get men to do what she wants before leaving them without what they wanted in the end. She&apos;s the decoy, the false center, protecting what she must while she can before the truth is revealed to the world. As a Senshi, she is Sailor Seiryuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Apollo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/056.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/008-1.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/003.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cat form through the entire first book and a half, Apollo finally materializes as a human in the middle of the second book. In both forms, he&apos;s known for his short patience with Sayuri, loyalty to Emi, and a mind made to help plan attacks and to train the Senshi he was sworn to awaken so they could protect the planet. Yet, as a human, his past is interestingly intertwined with that of those whom were sworn to protect the Earth. He has powers, though those don&apos;t surface until much later and never is he given a title as the Senshi or Knights have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Matsuda Niboshi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/048.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/008.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/006.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lonely wanderer, Matsuda Niboshi is only a shadow through the first story, materializing only as Chronos Knight when the Senshi is in need of rescuing from perils that they cannot defeat themselves. He is a Master of Time, having lived for thousands of years like his sister and cousin, and has always watched over Sailor Suzaku. He&apos;s a bit shy when it comes to talking with others, remaining quiet until he&apos;s thought of something clever or fitting to contribute to the conversation. Many think he&apos;s aloof but, really, he&apos;s not used to talking with others often, alone for most of his life save for the time he&apos;s spent with his sister in the Fields of Elysium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Hoshiko; Sailor Chronos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/041.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/016.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/009.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is and always has been a Guardian of the Fields of Elysium, where the dead must make their final passage before moving on towards the afterlife. Her life is that of solitude, having taken this burden so her brother never had to. Her soul is old, trapped in the body of a young woman who has never truly seen the world outside of the Fields she guards. Yet she watches over the lives of others, mostly her brother and the Senshi he has come to protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Suzuki Kohaku&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/025.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/024.png&quot;&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v231/Nimaranel/BSSM/Ssu%20Ling/026.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems so ordinary, yet nothing about the world he lives in is ordinary. Suzuki Kohaku was never meant to be anything great, that he seemed to know, but then again, who can go against destiny? He&apos;s Saioji Emi&apos;s closest friend and eventually her boyfriend, caught between these two worlds that the one he professes to love lives between. He&apos;s an outgoing guy, captain of the soccer team and a self-proclaimed comic book nerd, thank you very much.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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