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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 9:12 pm
This is where I post my posting styles for various Hogwarts characters. Just a pile of them, in case I'd like to revisit old and new ones. This is also where I post layouts that I made and don't use.
Note on the title: Moon (me) sheds light (uses/sees) through windows (a view of something). A weird (but pretty) way of saying, "What I use to post." :3
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 9:13 pm
Chase Henrick Ravenclaw : Fourth Year : Chaser text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text
"The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration." - Pearl S. Buck
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 9:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 9:34 pm
Sun ☼ Henrick Gryffindor || Second Year || Beater ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ✧ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ✧ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 9:42 pm
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❝ I changed. Now I don't know who I am anymore. ❞
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 9:56 pm
__________________ ✿ Autumn Henrick ✿__________________ Unsorted || First Year _________________________________ text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text
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_____ ✿ _____ ✿ _____ ✿ _____ ✿ _____ ✿ _____ ✿ _____ _______________ ❝ It's okay to be scared. Just don't let those fears hold back your dreams. ❞
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 10:09 pm
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❝ Well all need someone to rely on. That's why I'm here. ❞
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 9:25 pm
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Asmea C. Jenebeth The Reader _________________________________________ ______________________ The wind was harsh today. The maiden of breezes seemed to have hidden herself among the clouds, to avoid the rampaging counterpart that ripped through the waters. She shred through the once-calm body of water, sending uneven waves crashing ashore, into each other, and the boats of unfortunate fishermen out in this weather, working hard for delicacies taken for granted by the general population. Sister tempest’s tantrum seemed to forebode a disaster Asmea could’ve avoided, since he was the one who, curiously, decided to come to this forgotten pier.
It was early September, and four months prior Asmea had just gotten his diploma. However, he had been unsuccessful at finding jobs, mostly due to the fact that his attitude did not suit the workers in the field of psychology and art. The nonchalant man lacked passion and emotions, the two requirements of top priority in order to work as a psychologist or artist. It was a wonder how he even managed to survive the past couple months with nothing but a cup of ramen per day and the attitude of the dead.
The man, without job and void of social interactions, grew bored by the day. Books and art lost their appeal after awhile. Then again, what wouldn’t? A peculiar letter addressed to Asmea C. Jenebeth caught his attention. Upon opening the neatly folded paper and digesting the content written in ink, curiosity burned in him. His fascination with ghosts and murder stories burned like a forest fire out of control inside his mind, since this letter wove both topics into one opportunity to experience. What puzzled him, however, was the fact that the “gatekeepers”, whoever they were, knew about his atypical psychic gift. If Asmea remembered correctly, he only told two people about his gift. One of them talked, that was for sure.
His body shivered in the wind blasting against his thin build, and lacking in strength, felt as if he could easily be blown away. Maybe hand him an umbrella and Asmea could take flight. A sigh escaped through his lips as he dove his hands into the pockets on his jacket, preserving the little heat in his body. His grunge-style clothing was battered with sprinkles of salt water here and there, as a result of walking near the coastline. Asmea took his time getting to the docks, letting the gusts of air further dishevel his blonde hair. After all, he didn’t think he was late or anything.
“The Reader”, to which he was referred as. Such a silly name. To be randomly labelled, without his knowledge, was both entertaining and limiting. To Asmea, this name just meant he couldn’t do anything but read another’s emotions. Sure, it was his psychic gift, but he had other talents. Right?
Wrong.
Cue the self-depreciative comments: He considered himself to be a phony, someone who sought acceptance through unnatural means. Using supernatural abilities like it was nothing only developed fake bonds and relationships, even more fragile than love. Once shattered, the fragments would splinter into billions of pieces, and no matter how much Asmea would try, the bond could not be mended. Futile efforts from the past marked the present, which would scar the future. Just like that, Asmea stomped all over himself day after day.
Up ahead, a couple amorphous figures stood at the pier, where he and several other psychics would meet. The red-eyed male simply trekked through the unkempt, dirt coastline. The salt from the sea that nested among the earth on which Asmea was walking rendered impossible for flora to grow, because the high concentration of salt in the soil provided an inhabitable environment. With each stride and step, a soft echo rippled through the air. Vibrations in the dirt his steps had created told of his presence approaching. But with the waves crashing onto the rocks below, who knew if Asmea could be heard. In a couple days, weeks, maybe months, the imprints his shoes made would be erased, as if he was never there.
As Asmea got closer, he made out the figures to be a man slightly older than he was and a woman around his age. Agent Twelve and a psychic, just like him. Only a rare event could bring multiple beings such as himself together, and to solve the mystery and haunting of Sir Dorley’s was definitely an one in a million opportunity. Impatience, confidence, and a hint of anger colored the air around them. Asmea, now standing on front of them, simply looked at the colors swirling around their bodies, twirling and giggling with this child-like playfulness. They hugged and clung onto the two adults, claiming to be a part of their hearts. His missing right eye itched to watch this dance as well.
“I’m Asmea Jenebeth,” the blonde whispered. “I’m the Reader.” He felt odd introducing himself with the name, but if it meant being confirmed as one of the many invited psychics, why not? Armed with nothing but five pencils, a pocket knife, and a sketchbook tucked in a pocket inside his jacket, Asmea was ready.
________________________________________ _______________________ ★ ❝ I'm an observer, rather than a player. I'm a shell, rather than a living being. ❞
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 9:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 2:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 4:22 pm
Cinq Moreau Ghoul and Ghost Studies Professor Former Hufflepuff ╔════════════════════════════════════╗ text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 5:15 pm
C I N Q ° M O R E A U ____________________________________ ▀▀▀ ▀▀▀ ▀▀▀ ▀▀▀ ▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀ ▀▀▀ ▀▀▀ ▀▀▀ ▀▀▀ H U F F L E P U F F ° G H O U L S & G H O S T S T U D I E S ° S T R I K E R ' S ________________________
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 9:02 pm
Lotus ❂ Venice Orphan || Squib
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 10:43 am
_______________________________________________________________ ○ V I V I A N ○ P A G E ○ The JerkWrathful and envious I am. Lustful and prideful perhaps. Greed is a stranger, and sloth even more.
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