. . . . . entries for 4.2.04 . . . . .
DO YOU KNOW HOW HYSTERICAL THAT IS!? Alright, let me enlighten you! I wrote a character description for Zephyr a while ago, and this is how it goes:
Her name isn't Zephyr, but that is the name she has gained for herself. She never gives her true name, the name her mother intended for her, because her mother hadn't been at all to her taste and she's happy to be rid of her. She had never known her father. She's quite strong for a 19-year-old woman and has a streamlined, muscular body which no one could hope to call dainty. However, with her strength comes a capricious attitude and a mysterious playfulness. Long story short: Zephyr is a shameless flirt, in the sense that she's just as rowdy and lewd as any man in the many taverns she frequents. Her eyes are bluish slate gray, but they sparkle like mercury (a heavy, dense metal which is liquid at room temperature, and poisonous to breathe the fumes of, she knew from her studies as an alchemist) whenever she's happy, which is usually when she has a plan afoot. Over these mischievous eyes are a pair of wireframed oval glasses, the lenses tinted dark blue. She hates it when her hair gets in her eyes and distracts her, so it's always pulled back into a messy, wild bun, although much to her dismay the wavy black strands often free themselves and hang to either side of her face. Zephyr has unintentional and rather haphazard gray streaks, ranging from almost white all the way down to her natural shimmering black, in her hair, from some sort of chemical accident which she, at this point, has mostly forgotten about. Other than these highlights, her body is unmarred with tattoos or piercings, and she doesn't like the type of person who has a lot of them. She wears some leather, because in her experience leather is more practical than some light, flimsy fabric, but she utterly despises girls who prance around in it for the purpose of being seductive. It's cow skin treated with dozens of really nasty-smelling chemicals, alright!? Cow skin! It's not sexy! . . . ahem, in any case, yes, Zephyr wears a leather jacket over a black ribbed turtleneck, and usually wears leather gloves and hiking boots as well. On her lower half she wears comfortable straightlegged jeans with a profusion of pockets. Of course, the most obvious part of her image is her gun; the eye is rather drawn to it. It's huge, completely hideous, and has more barrels and elaborate-looking triggers and switches than an ordinary gunman could hope to understand. She has a holster for it, and used to use it until she figured out that the two foot long holster at her hip was more of a hindrance than the gun would be in her hand. Instead she carries the monstrosity one hand all the time, rested on her shoulder when she isn't using it, clutched like a teddy bear in her sleep. Zephyr hails from the town of Königstein, a small industrial city in the northern mountains. She started traveling when her mother died in an explosion, but she still loves the cold and has a talent for messing with machinery and chemicals. Her life consists of drifting, drinking, and overall having a good time. She's never found any cause to work for a living, since she can always find a friend to help her out or just deal with things in her own way, which isn't necessarily the legal way. Just remember: it's not thief. It's TREA-SURE-HUNT-ER. Got it? Good, because this gun could blow your ass to the moon.
So what's changed? The eye color, the S.Q. (sexy quotient) and. . . apparently her sexuality, but that's a minor detail!!
come home?
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{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
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THIS IS AMERICA
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stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
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eating knowledge
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my dm
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are you reading this?
[olga]
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{max}
approach focus
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wait a minute
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solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)