Posts by Olivebird

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OOC Sorry guys! Not much muse for anything right now, but I might join eventually. If someone else wants to join, though, don't hold my spot. If there's a slot open once I come back though, I won't object to joining. ;)

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*tacklehugs* KAAARMA! I thought you were mad at me or dead or something! *gives stern look like I often do with Sara* what did you do Ms. Karcel?

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||Glacien'||Nyx'lyt||Treyn||
"Much more matters in life once you realize you have something to lose."

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[color=beige]Name: "My name is Glace. If you can come within a ten foot radius of me without getting frozen solid, you might have special permission to call me something mildly insulting."

Age: "Do feel free not to ask. It's been longer than I can count."

Gender: "How could you ask such a thing? Clearly I'm a teenage girl. Albeit with the ability to freeze your eyes until they pop out of their sockets for being such an idiot."

Rank: "Frankly, I don't give a damn anymore. Also, I'm not very certain about my political standing other than if I step inside winter territory, there's a good chance I'd be dead within a day."

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Personality: "I must admit that I'm not the easiest person to work with. Once I form an opinion or make up my mind, you pretty much have to kill me to change it. I'm not soft-willed, so trying to stop me only makes me try harder to do what I set my mind on. I'm stubborn and make enemies easily, however, when I make a friend, I usually keep them for a long time. I'm fiercely loyal, and often find myself torn between loyalty and what I feel is right. I don't often let people tell me what to do, and since I left my court, I don't have anyone to be scared of. I don't have anyone to answer to. My attitude tends to change easily, although I feel it is a part of my transformation I'll learn to control over time. People say I can be a warm person to be around, but when I find myself thinking about my old life, it's as if instinct kicks in. I'm learning to control my summer powers, but my winter side is still there. It's not as easy to control though. It slips out at the most inconvenient times. It's like something locked away within me that can only be brought out by an intense emotion. If the people I love are in danger though, all hell tends to break loose. It gets away from me, and I'm distinctly winter in those moments. However, I never seem to forget who I am anymore. There's always that lukewarm sensation deep inside me. Even in the midst of chaos, I'm still rooted to the earth, and I still have people to keep me there."

Likes: "The thought of noise, colors and movement used to give me a headache, but I've learned to appreciate the beauty in it now. I can watch the landscape for hours, just soaking up all the warmth and the color. I still like the ice though. It calms me. It makes me feel back in my element. It will always be a part of me."

Dislikes: "Hmm... things I dislike. I dislike people who try and tell me I'm wrong for everything I've done in my life. I hate people who are clueless, lazy, or just plain stupid. I pity the stupid ones though. It's the smart ones who act dumb I can't stand. I also don't like scorching heat, and darkness doesn't hold the same sense of serenity it used to. I don't mind the dark, but I don't like being trapped in small, dark spaces. It makes me panic. I also don't like biting wind or bitter cold. Blizzards are no longer my friend. They're more a nuisance now."

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History: "It's a really long story. If you'd like to hear it, (http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1020431.0). "I remember I was scared. I was scared as I flew over the dizzying landscape. I was terrified when I found myself amongst strange fey who barely paid me any mind. But when I was shoved into that garden, it all fell into place. She was there, staring at me with that look in her eyes that balanced on the boundary of love and hate. I could see her indecision, her uncertainty. She was reluctant to open herself up again for more hurt. More pain. But once she realized it was real. Once she realized she wasn't dreaming, and once I did as well, we were free.

Family:
Tell - Brother, but disowned Glace when he left
Puck - brother of sorts
Sori - sister of sorts
Lore - brother in all but blood
Mika - mother, deceased
Ren - father, deceased

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Crush: Mia

Sexuality: Straight

GF/BF: Do fey 'date'?

Weight: "I'm about... hold on... why?"

Height: "I'm about 6'2" or so."

Eye Color: "Ice Blue."

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Username/Screename: Olivebird

Nickname: Olive.

Activity: It 'pends on real life and how it's handling me.

Muse: Really depends on what mood I'm in and what day it is.

Other: *giggles like a moron*

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Oh and App #2:

You know him. You love him. I can't make another form. But he's Lore, and Lore is special.
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Oh, I'll subscribe! I have a youtube channel too! But it's more personal. I mostly post random stuff like music covers, original songs, vlogs, skating stuff, and other things like that.

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Sorry, I'm going to have to quit this thread. Life isn't being kind to me right now and I've had no muse. I'm really sorry. :(

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[font=times new roman]So Here's the thing. I've been going through some long, hard, museless times, and I want my muse back. So I figured I'd start a new rp. A fresh one. One that's on a topic I know a lot about. So I figured I'd do one on the Holocaust. If you are not familiar with the Holocaust, turn back now. This is no light topic, and this is not a safe area for an ignorant mind.

The theme of this rp is kind of cliche Romeo and Juliet-ish. Here's a breakdown of the plot:

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Rules:

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My Form:

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[font=times new roman]So Here's the thing. I've been going through some long, hard, museless times, and I want my muse back. So I figured I'd start a new rp. A fresh one. One that's on a topic I know a lot about. So I figured I'd do one on the Holocaust. If you are not familiar with the Holocaust, turn back now. This is no light topic, and this is not a safe area for an ignorant mind.

The theme of this rp is kind of cliche Romeo and Juliet-ish. Here's a breakdown of the plot:

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Rules:

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My Form:

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May I Join?

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Perfect! Accepted. Now I just need to finish my form and we can start. :)

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Haha, Accepted! Now, I just need to finish my form and we can start. :)

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Finished! Sorry about the bananas. ;) I'm very excited too! Let me know if my form makes any sense. My computer died halfway through and I lost my spot so I'm not sure if I made any sense. Plus, I'm exhausted haha. I'll probably post an opener tonight or sometime tomorrow.

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OOC Really? Hmm... I should look into some psychological help, perhaps. ;)

Your form was incredible! What are you saying? I love the format and your character is great. :)

Okay, okay I suppose I could do a wittle little post... *suddenly gets muse*

I remember the night they took my sister clear as day. I remember my mother's last words to me. "Dylan, run." This was just after the first explosion shattered the serenity of night. I'd fallen asleep in the middle of one of Jenna's stories, and when my eyes flicked open, she was still sitting at the foot of my bed, her eyes torn wide with terror. The shouting came next, and the screams. I remember the entire building shook as a cacophony of boots pounded up the fire escape. My mother knew before the rest of us. Then again, she always did.
My father shoved on his boots as he ran to the door and I swung my legs around the edge of my bed. Jenna scrambled to me, clinging onto my left arm and burying her head into my chest as if she could hide inside me. I remember brushing her aside gently so I could slide my feet into my own boots.
Another crash sounded, another scream. The pounding outside grew closer, and then it happened. The door flew apart as if the entire force of God were behind it. I was out of my bed by then, and watched in full view as a man barged his way into our apartment and kicked over the old wooden kitchen table. My mother screamed, frozen in terror. She was still in bed, hiding under the covers in the next room. My father grabbed the coat rack and swung it at the man. That was when the first shot was fired.
The following events happened in slow motion. My father was shoved backwards with the force of the bullet that jammed its way into his skull. My mother screamed, I think, and so did I. But it was my sister who made the next move. She ran for our father, crying his name. I dived towards her in an attempt to stop her from going nearer, but something stopped me.
I remember the taste of blood and the smell. Something smashed me square in the face. I think it was the butt of the man's rifle. My hands flew to my face as I cried out. Sweat and dust filled my eyes as more men flooded our tiny apartment, sending our hard-earned possessions flying in all directions. By the time my eyes stopped stinging enough for me to see, there was nothing to see. My father was but a remote figure on a pile of dust. It was as if he was taking a nap on the kitchen floor if not for the pool of blood seeping out around him. I could hear Jenna crying somewhere, but she was too far away for me to decipher her direction.
I stumbled forwards, feeling around for whatever I could find. Shadows swarmed around me in irregular patterns and sparks of light darted across my vision. Somehow, I made it to my mother, but someone else was already there. One of the men dragged her out of bed, still in her bedclothes as she kicked and scratched at him, screaming for my father. Suddenly, her eyes found me and she let out one last scream. "Dylan, run!" And I did.
I'll never forgive myself for it. I'll never forgive myself for leaving my mother, forsaking my sister, abandoning my father as long gone as he was. I could barely see past the tears and the blood. But the whole time I ran through the flying glass and the smoldering smoke, only one thought came to me: I had to get to Dean's. He'd know what to do. He'd protect us. He always had.
The world was a sea of fire and stars. There were so many, I could hardly count the lights floating across my hopelessly blurred vision.
Then, amidst the hell, I remember white. I remember white and the smell of flowers. God had finally come to take me. "Please, take me." I murmured into the growing white. "Help me. Take me." And then there was nothing. I didn't even get to say my final prayer.

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Done! Now for me to start...

I remember the night they took my sister clear as day. I remember my mother's last words to me. "Dylan, run." This was just after the first explosion shattered the serenity of night. I'd fallen asleep in the middle of one of Jenna's stories, and when my eyes flicked open, she was still sitting at the foot of my bed, her eyes torn wide with terror. The shouting came next, and the screams. I remember the entire building shook as a cacophony of boots pounded up the fire escape. My mother knew before the rest of us. Then again, she always did.
My father shoved on his boots as he ran to the door and I swung my legs around the edge of my bed. Jenna scrambled to me, clinging onto my left arm and burying her head into my chest as if she could hide inside me. I remember brushing her aside gently so I could slide my feet into my own boots.
Another crash sounded, another scream. The pounding outside grew closer, and then it happened. The door flew apart as if the entire force of God were behind it. I was out of my bed by then, and watched in full view as a man barged his way into our apartment and kicked over the old wooden kitchen table. My mother screamed, frozen in terror. She was still in bed, hiding under the covers in the next room. My father grabbed the coat rack and swung it at the man. That was when the first shot was fired.
The following events happened in slow motion. My father was shoved backwards with the force of the bullet that jammed its way into his skull. My mother screamed, I think, and so did I. But it was my sister who made the next move. She ran for our father, crying his name. I dived towards her in an attempt to stop her from going nearer, but something stopped me.
I remember the taste of blood and the smell. Something smashed me square in the face. I think it was the butt of the man's rifle. My hands flew to my face as I cried out. Sweat and dust filled my eyes as more men flooded our tiny apartment, sending our hard-earned possessions flying in all directions. By the time my eyes stopped stinging enough for me to see, there was nothing to see. My father was but a remote figure on a pile of dust. It was as if he was taking a nap on the kitchen floor if not for the pool of blood seeping out around him. I could hear Jenna crying somewhere, but she was too far away for me to decipher her direction.
I stumbled forwards, feeling around for whatever I could find. Shadows swarmed around me in irregular patterns and sparks of light darted across my vision. Somehow, I made it to my mother, but someone else was already there. One of the men dragged her out of bed, still in her bedclothes as she kicked and scratched at him, screaming for my father. Suddenly, her eyes found me and she let out one last scream. "Dylan, run!" And I did.
I'll never forgive myself for it. I'll never forgive myself for leaving my mother, forsaking my sister, abandoning my father as long gone as he was. I could barely see past the tears and the blood. But the whole time I ran through the flying glass and the smoldering smoke, only one thought came to me: I had to get to Dean's. He'd know what to do. He'd protect us. He always had.
The world was a sea of fire and stars. There were so many, I could hardly count the lights floating across my hopelessly blurred vision.
Then, amidst the hell, I remember white. I remember white and the smell of flowers. God had finally come to take me. "Please, take me." I murmured into the growing white. "Help me. Take me." And then there was nothing. I didn't even get to say my final prayer.

I was fifteen years old when I sold my first pair of handmade shoes. Before then, my creations never even made the front shelves. Dean would always find some excuse to keep them in the back. Or, he'd say they were too well-made to sell and wear them around the shop himself. Dean was always tactful in that respect. He always found a way to let me down without hurting my feelings. However, he must have been in a particularly good mood that day.

I strolled into the shop after school carrying my most recent attempt at making a decent pair of shoes. I crawled up to the counter and held them up proudly, smiling hopefully as he closely inspected every inch. I prepared to hear his usual cavalcade of excuses, but to my delight and surprise, Dean grinned crookedly at me and nodded to the racks filled with dozens of shoes of all shapes and sizes. I'd scrambled towards them, searching desperately for an empty spot to place my masterpieces. I was so proud the day I sold the first pair of shoes made by my own hand. I was beaming as my father exited Dean's shop, wearing the shiny albeit slightly misshapen pair of boots I'd been working on for weeks. I remember Dean gave me a high five.

My father wore those boots every day after that. My father was wearing those boots the night he died. My father was dead.

A voice cut through my consciousness, but I didn't understand the words. It was as if all knowledge of the German language had escaped from my head. My father was dead. My mother might be too. And my sister. They could all be gone. The realization hit me like a pile of bricks, but that weight also could have been the person that tripped over me as I lay there semi-conscious. It would have hurt when the person kicked me as they tried to break their fall, but I was too numb by then to notice.

The jerk that resulted from the person's fall was enough to bring me back into temporary awareness. "Good evening to you, too." I muttered, not really sure what to say to someone who trips over you in the dead of night when you're bloody and covered in mud, not to mention charred and covered in ash and probably looking like a corpse after witnessing the possible death of your entire family.

"Sorry for my head getting in the way of your foot." I murmured into the dirt, not really caring that my already bruised and bloodied face was being pressed into the muddy, ashy earth. There might have even been a few bits of glass poking through my clothes and pricking my skin, but I was truly too far gone to notice. Glass. I remembered the glass. I struggled to get my arm out from where it was sprawled beneath me, and turned my head to look at my right hand.

Embedded into my palm, surrounded by a crust of dirt and blood, was a shard of glass. I let a shuddering breath escape my lips and let my arm fall back to the ground as I struggled to breathe from my not-so-functional nose. Through the steady pounding of my head, I thought I'd heard someone speak, but I could never be sure. The person might well have already left. I wouldn't blame them either. I probably barely looked human, which just added to my worthless-devil's-spawn status.

"Jenna?" I whispered, imagining for just a moment, that my sister was the one kneeling over me. It wasn't Jenna. I was sure of that. But Dean always said that rarely, but sometimes, if you hope and pray hard enough, someone answers back.

No, no, no! I really really love your post! I like the first part with Annie bickering with her brother. That's a great quirk. ;) I love little details like that.

Sorry the last half of my post might seem a little forced. I'm really tired and I really, really, need to go to sleep. I can't wait to continue our rp tomorrow! - Olive

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I like it! Especially the colors and the font. Isn't it Ironic that you're summery and I'm wintery but the colors we use in our names and fancyposts are swapped? More evidence of Glia, I suppose! ;)

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OOC Hey guys, I'm so sorry I've been gone. Basically, I've been really busy and behind in school and I've got all kinds of brouhaha going on and my muse is shot. I'll try and post today, I guess. I'm really sorry guys.

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OOC Ugh! Make your mind up people before I make Lore a girl and Grim a Human!