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Community Events / Re: Fright Night: Lost Souls - Dress Code
« on: November 03, 2018, 07:55:20 PM »
Sylva can be found with Doran. Countering his choice of costume with San from Princess Mononoke. Wolf not included but (foam-tipped) spear is. No doubt to lightly poke at Doran throughout the night. Poke poke!


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Stardreamer Manor / What Just Happened?
« on: May 17, 2018, 10:34:45 PM »
(Connected to Arresting Offences)

“So do you like your new job?”

“Yeah! I feel kinda bad that I have broken some plates though,” she answered sheepishly, “Hey, when are you going to get one that isn’t working at the stables?” Sylva asked the young man who was walking with her as they strolled down main street. She couldn’t help but think he was sulking under his hood with the way he was slouched over.

“I like working at the stable plus I get to ride the horses all I want and I get to practice my sword out in the field without being bothered.” Cratos was unphased by her question and had grown accustomed to her frequently asking questions. She was a curious creature and there was nothing wrong with that.

“Hmm.” She could see his point. “Ms. Nicole is really nice. All of Maggie’s family that I have met is nice.” She was lucky to know and have a friend in Maggie. Not just because it got her a job but because it made her life all that much richer.

“Hm? Oh, hey! What is that?” Cratos moved ahead of her to pick the black item laying on the ground. “Looks like a purse. Must be that lady who was ahead of us.” Cratos explained.

“Oh!” She snatched the purse from him and started out into a run in hopes to catch up with the lady and give it back. “I’ll catch up with you at home!” She told Cratos before she turned a corner and was out of sight.

“Hey you! Stop”

Sylva didn’t think it was someone calling out to her. It wasn’t a familiar voice.

“I said stop! If you don’t stop I will shoot!”

The word shoot gained her attention and she slowed to look over her shoulder to see what was going on. She saw some short person..chasing her? And the moment she had turned her head a tall man came around the corner, catching her shoulder with one hand and her arm holding the purse with his other.

“Gotcha!”

She bowled right into the man but was more startled by the fact he was grabbing her in such a way. Her eyes went up to the man who had her, the footfall of the guy behind them quickly coming up. “Wh-wha?”

“We saw you steal this.” The taller of the two men said as his grasp crawled up her arm until it was holding her wrist.

“I did not! I was bringing it back to that lady” Sylva protested quickly.

“That is not what we saw,” the shorter of the two exclaimed, trying to catch his breath. After a few puffs he took out a pair of cuffs attached to his belt, “You are coming down to the station, young lady.” *Click* Went the first cuff into place while the partner lowered her other arm.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Sylva whined out in another protest and since she felt the taller man’s grip on her loosen she quickly yanked herself from his grasp, sliding herself back from the two of them. The purse was quickly dropped, as if it were hot lava in her palm and instead that hand quickly went into her messenger bag, fingers grasping around a piece of carved jade.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?!” The taller one shouted and grabbed at her arm, forcing her hand from the bag. Seeing the piece of jade between her fingers he quickly yanked it away. “What is this? Something else you stole?”

Sylva’s eyes went wide and she made a grab at the jade horse. “N-NO! That is mine!” She grabbed the man’s hand, trying to wrestle the precious item free.

“Why would a child like you have something like this? Don’t lie to us! You stole it!” The man popped her face with his knuckles to throw her off.

Instead he found her biting his hand, just short of the jade horse he happened to be holding. It wasn’t no light bite, either. She sank her teeth, fangs and all, into the man’s flesh. His skin tasted like cigarettes and beer, his blood no better. As gross as it was to her, she had no intentions on letting go.

The man howled out and while the shorter man grasped at her cuffed hand. “You little brat! Let go!” While he had gently rapped her across the face the first time, this time his knuckles met her face with a solid punch. Instead of letting go, she bit down harder. It caused the taller man to punch and he didn’t cease until she relented.

When she did release the shorter of the two men used her arm to pull her away, throwing her to the ground. “You’ve done it now, girl! Instead of just going in for a simple case of thievery now you are going in for assaulting an officer.”

She spat out a chunk of flesh she had ripped from the taller man’s hand, “He..took..my-”

Before she could even finish the tall man had torn up the distance between them and drew his leg back before swift kicking the fallen Sylva right in the gut. “Shut up, bitch.” He snarled down while planting two more kicks into the girl’s torso.

Despite the kicks, she made no sound other than the woosh of air leaving her lungs and the wheezing afterward. She didn’t fight back. Would not fight back. How could she? If she attacked them more than she already had she would be in more trouble and if she killed them? She would be no better than she was back then - becoming that monster she was trying not to be anymore.

“Hey! Hey! That is enough, Crosley. Think the kid has learned her lesson.” the shorter guy said as he turned her onto her stomach and finished cuffing her hands behind her back.

“Whatever.” Crosley spat. “She isn’t a kid, Lambert! She is one of those monsters running around. Look at those teeth marks. She’s got fangs! Probably killed those people last week we found drained of blood in the back allies a few months ago.” He snarled as both men reached down, grabbing under one of Sylva’s arms and dragging her up to her feet.

Dazed and completely confused she was dragged all the way to the jailhouse, tossed into a closed off cell in the back of the building. The two men said something that was lost on her. Her head was still ringing and hell if she had any idea were she was. She managed to plant her rear on the ground with her back to the wall which was terribly uncomfortable with her hands still cuffed. She didn’t complain, didn’t scream out about the injustice of it. She just sulked and waited - for what? She wasn't sure.

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Dragon's Tales / Re:
« on: May 16, 2018, 01:03:55 AM »
“So do you like your new job?”

“Yeah! I feel kinda bad that I have broken some plates though,” she answered sheepishly, “Hey, when are you going to get one that isn’t working at the stables?” Sylva asked the young man who was walking with her as they strolled down main street. She couldn’t help but think he was sulking under his hood with the way he was slouched over.

“I like working at the stable plus I get to ride the horses all I want and I get to practice my sword out in the field without being bothered.” Cratos was unphased by her question and had grown accustomed to her frequently asking questions. She was a curious creature and there was nothing wrong with that.

“Hmm.” She could see his point. “Ms. Nicole is really nice. All of Maggie’s family that I have met is nice.” She was lucky to know and have a friend in Maggie. Not just because it got her a job but because it made her life all that much richer.

“Hm? Oh, hey! What is that?” Cratos moved ahead of her to pick the black item laying on the ground. “Looks like a purse. Must be that lady who was ahead of us.” Cratos explained.

“Oh!” She snatched the purse from him and started out into a run in hopes to catch up with the lady and give it back. “I’ll catch up with you at home!” She told Cratos before she turned a corner and was out of sight.

“Hey you! Stop”

Sylva didn’t think it was someone calling out to her. It wasn’t a familiar voice.

“I said stop! If you don’t stop I will shoot!”

The word shoot gained her attention and she slowed to look over her shoulder to see what was going on. She saw some short person..chasing her? And the moment she had turned her head a tall man came around the corner, catching her shoulder with one hand and her arm holding the purse with his other.

“Gotcha!”

She bowled right into the man but was more startled by the fact he was grabbing her in such a way. Her eyes went up to the man who had her, the footfall of the guy behind them quickly coming up. “Wh-wha?”

“We saw you steal this.” The taller of the two men said as his grasp crawled up her arm until it was holding her wrist.

“I did not! I was bringing it back to that lady” Sylva protested quickly.

“That is not what we saw,” the shorter of the two exclaimed, trying to catch his breath. After a few puffs he took out a pair of cuffs attached to his belt, “You are coming down to the station, young lady.” *Click* Went the first cuff into place while the partner lowered her other arm.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Sylva whined out in another protest and since she felt the taller man’s grip on her loosen she quickly yanked herself from his grasp, sliding herself back from the two of them. The purse was quickly dropped, as if it were hot lava in her palm and instead that hand quickly went into her messenger bag, fingers grasping around a piece of carved jade.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?!” The taller one shouted and grabbed at her arm, forcing her hand from the bag. Seeing the piece of jade between her fingers he quickly yanked it away. “What is this? Something else you stole?”

Sylva’s eyes went wide and she made a grab at the  jade horse. “N-NO! That is mine!” She grabbed the man’s hand, trying to wrestle the precious item free.

“Why would a child like you have something like this? Don’t lie to us! You stole it!” The man popped her face with his knuckles to throw her off.

Instead he found her biting his hand, just short of the jade horse he happened to be holding. It wasn’t no light bite, either. She sank her teeth, fangs and all, into the man’s flesh. His skin tasted like cigarettes and beer, his blood no better. As gross as it was to her, she had no intentions on letting go.

The man howled out and while the shorter man grasped at her cuffed hand. “You little brat! Let go!” While he had gently rapped her across the face the first time, this time his knuckles met her face with a solid punch. Instead of letting go, she bit down harder. It caused the taller man to punch and he didn’t cease until she relented.

When she did release the shorter of the two men used her arm to pull her away, throwing her to the ground. “You’ve done it now, girl! Instead of just going in for a simple case of thievery now you are going in for assaulting an officer.”

She spat out a chunk of flesh she had ripped from the taller man’s hand, “He..took..my-”

Before she could even finish the tall man had torn up the distance between them and drew his leg back before swift kicking the fallen Sylva right in the gut. “Shut up, bitch.” He snarled down while planting two more kicks into the girl’s torso.

Despite the kicks, she made no sound other than the woosh of air leaving her lungs and the wheezing afterward. She didn’t fight back. Would not fight back. How could she? If she attacked them more than she already had she would be in more trouble and if she killed them? She would be no better than she was back then - becoming that monster she was trying not to be anymore.

“Hey! Hey! That is enough, Crosley. Think the kid has learned her lesson.” the shorter guy said as he turned her onto her stomach and finished cuffing her hands behind her back.

“Whatever.” Crosley spat. “She isn’t a kid, Lambert! She is one of those monsters running around. Look at those teeth marks. She’s got fangs! Probably killed those people last week we found drained of blood in the back allies a few months ago.” He snarled as both men reached down, grabbing under one of Sylva’s arms and dragging her up to her feet.

Dazed and completely confused she was dragged all the way to the jailhouse, tossed into a closed off cell in the back of the building. The two men said something that was lost on her. Her head was still ringing and hell if she had any idea were she was. She managed to plant her rear on the ground with her back to the wall which was terribly uncomfortable with her hands still cuffed. She didn’t complain, didn’t scream out about the injustice of it. She just sulked and waited - for what? She wasn't sure.

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Stardreamer Manor / Re: Bits and Pieces - One-Shots and Vapor Play
« on: May 13, 2018, 07:57:26 PM »
May 13, 2018


In the early morning, just before the sun rose, a box was left at the doorsteps of the Manor. It was addressed to Phen. Sylva was simply too shy to give it in person.

The box, simple cardboard, decorated with white star scattered over blue wrapping paper. Inside the box:


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Community Events / Re: Beltane 2018: The Fires of Beltane
« on: April 28, 2018, 07:25:52 PM »

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Stardreamer Manor / Re:
« on: January 07, 2018, 12:21:53 AM »
For the folks in Sylva's life! I was going to pm these separately but I am going to cheat and do it here!

To the people on this list they are going to find boxes addressed to them in various colors, ribbons, and good lord the tape. There was a lot of it.

For Ebon, Gory, Velen, and Tenball
Each gentleman will receive a vest of a color Sylva has seen each of them in often**. Tenball will not get a vest but rather a festive scarf to hopefully keep him and his eyestalks warm!


For Maggie, Rhi, Collie, Phen, Pearl, Azure, and Oliva
Each lady will receive a summer dress crafted of a curious fabric*. They are colored different and much like the fellas gifts, in colors she has seen each lady wear often.**


*the curious fabric has a primary color that carries other lighter/dark shades that moves and shifts as the fabric itself is moved. It feels cool but otherwise feels like silk to skin. The vests, scarf, and dresses are all made of this fabric.
** Sylva's guess to someones favorite color (please feel free to use this to pick a color for the gift)

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Community Events / Re: Governor's Yule Ball 2017 - Fashion Thread
« on: December 17, 2017, 08:32:17 PM »

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Community Events / Re: Trick or Treat at Dragon's Gate Baronial Manor
« on: October 31, 2017, 10:30:51 PM »
Sylva helped out bringing the Stardreamer kids trick or treating but somewhere in the night she had slipped off without company and instead made her way to the Dragons Gate on a solo mission. Well okay, she did spend a little time enjoying the festivities, but she did end up asking one of the kids her age if she could help out with the younger crowds or pass out candy.

Sylva was dressed as a huntress but easily mistaken for an Indian with all those fur and feathers. All in all she had herself a blast, just like last year!


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(A little late due to being out of town yesterday! Also explains my lack of not being present at the live-event)

Sylva was sorta there but not where people could openly see her. She watched the skies, listened to conversations, and spied on people from a distance. She was not yet comfortable with revealing herself but she was there! And to show thanks to the host, a basket of star-shaped sugar cookies and chocolate chip cookies were left in a basket where it could easily be found.


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The Phalanx / Re: The Rolling Stones - Street Fighting Man
« on: July 15, 2017, 03:02:09 AM »
These two represent of the current condition of Sylva

Monster - Skillet

The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it

It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster

My secret side I keep hid under lock and key
I keep it caged but I can't control it
'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up, break me down
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster

It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I've gotta lose control, here's something radical
I must confess that I feel like a monster

I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster


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Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace

I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one would ever change this animal I have become
And help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)
I can't escape myself
(I can't escape myself)
So many times I've lied
(So many times I've lied)
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one would ever change this animal I have become
And we believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
And we believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell
(This animal, this animal, this animal
This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal)
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
And we believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
And we believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal I have become)

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Stardreamer Manor / Re: Vacation Time
« on: January 03, 2017, 02:28:25 AM »
She wasn?t sure why she agreed to this but she found it hard to tell decline Doran?s offer. Just what had she been thinking? Surely his family didn?t want the monster tagging along on this family trip. Maybe it was just some big trick on her that Doran was pulling and she would find herself alone at this place called train station.

She had stuffed the bag she had got from her ?Secret Santa?, who wasn?t so secret, and made her way for the appointed destination. Her bag was kept close, even when they boarded. When Doran tried to help her with it she simply hugged it closer and insisted that she was okay. It wasn?t that there were was any weapons in it but the way she clung onto it you?d think it were a lifeline. She remained clinging on it through the majority of the trip, using it to hide behind.

The sisters were a big ?on the watch? subject for her on the ride itself. Not only did they make her nervous but also very curious. They were what normal girls were suppose to be like, weren't they? How they acted, spoke, even moved was so...different.

The parents, the one called Ebon and Phen, were watched just as much. Ebon seemed pleasant enough and Phen, the mother, seemed nice though the motions with her hands tended to confuse Sylva from time to time. She was also pretty sure that there was this sort of ?I?m watching you? feeling from the parents. If Sylva had actually known what a mother?s protective nature was like she might of chalked it up to that!

What time she wasn?t observing the people she was in the company of she spent quietly staring out the nearby window. It wasn?t that she was ignoring Doran - not at all. She did talk to him, as brief as it was at times, but there was just so much going on that it was really hard to keep up with!

Some part of her was fearful that she was placing them in danger just by being there. After all she was fresh out of the hospital after being shot by some unknown assailant. She was without her weapons or means of protection - completely vulnerable with no way to protect herself. Not that she felt she needed to protect herself from Doran or his family. That was one feeling that wasn?t in the waves that crashed upon her.

Eventually she started to relax and it showed when she, Doran, and his sisters, spent time together while the adults did adult things. Ever so often her eyes tilted to watch Azure and even made an attempt or two to try to talk to her but seemed to chicken out at the last second.  Olivia offered her something called a coloring book and it opened up a whole new world.  It was inspiring! Even if she knew absolutely nothing about putting images on paper. So when Olivia offered the coloring books you better darn well bet she tried to figure out how to make colors on that paper!

When it was time to bunk down it took a lot for her to actually get in bed and not sit on the floor and sleep there. A lot of coaxing from Doran to get in the bed itself but she decided to humor him by climbing in the bunk. It was strange being in it but she managed to at least seem like she was sleeping. Instead she waited for the sound of Doran?s breathing to ease as he fell asleep. Once she was sure he was there was quite movement in her bunk as she pulled her dufflebag over and began to dig around in it. Whatever she was pulling outside of the bag and tinkering with kept her busy until sleep made it too difficult. She managed everything back into the dufflebag and hugged it to her chest before just laying there, watching the scenery beyond the glass.

She did eventually hear him stirring but she remained still, watching the coloring of the skies mingle as day began to rouse. She hadn?t slept a wink which could be good or bad. Time would tell she guessed. Sighing quietly against the bag she mumbled, ?Pretty?. The colors of the sky were something she often found herself watching but they were always the best just as the sun woke or went to sleep.

"I wasn't sure if you were awake,"

"Why didn't Doran ask?" It seemed simply enough but now that she thought about it he probably simply didn?t want to wake her if she had been sleeping. Peeking over she watched as he crawled out of his bunk, shaking his head.

"I'm going to take a shower and get cleaned up before everyone wakes up."  

She blinked slowly as he announced his doings and left her to the room alone. A count was made before she rolled out of her bunk and dove over to his own, shoving something into his bag for him to find at a later date. She didn?t do any digging - it was quite literally a shove! Just jammed her hand in and released whatever it was before she scrambled back to her bunk and sprung back into it.

Like a cat she curled back up with her dufflebag tucked at her back and she stared out the window. Dozed off with her eyes open only to be woken by the return of Doran.  He was far too chipper on his return with a "Good morning!" chimed at her as he began moving the sheets of his bed around.

What..the heck was he doing to his bed? "What are you doing?" For the course of the trip thusfar she had kept her questions down to a minimum and for good reason. She remembered the festival and the trouble she caused. She didn?t want that again. Not for Doran. But he didn?t seem to mind her questions as much.

Even as he explained what he was doing she was practically draped on her own bunk, making sure he wasn?t going to get any funny ideas of trying that mess with hers! He wasn?t going to use that as an excuse to get close to the dufflebag. Nope! Avoiding his question she craned her head in a very feline-like fashion and peered down at him. ?Are we going to spend more time with your sisters today?? There was a pause and she dipped her chin down a bit. ?Do you think if I ask, Azure will let me see what it is she makes on paper??

Before he could even answer she was already springing out of bed, the dufflebag drawn with her.

One down, four to go, though she doubted putting the other four in his family?s belongings would be as easy. ?Is there going to be that white stuff where we are going? Um?? What did he call it again? ?Snow?? That was it! Again, before he could even answer, she was on the move, nose twitching. He smelled like soap! ?We should get breakfast for Doran?s family.?

Hmm. Actually instead of hiding the items in question she had a better idea. Before Doran could even answer, yet again, Sylva was on the move! She had somehow managed to get everything done properly in boxes (except Doran's which was still in his bag!). Wrapping was not her forte but there had been some nice person to assist with that. So throughout the trip these boxes, small as they were, had been left where the people they were meant for could find them.

She may not of completely understood what Christmas was, she did understand the concept a little.

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For Ebon: A pocketwatch inspired necklace that glows with a celestial light.

For Phen: A small bottle with a silver chain connected to the cork. Inside the bottle is a white liquid in which small little hearts float along with the names of each family member. The largest of the bobbles has 'family' written on it.

For Aluza: A small bottle with a blue chain connected to the cork. Inside are very small pencils, each of different colors. A colorful beaded string is also connected to the cork and ends with a bronze heart. A little bronze sign is attached to it that reads 'Create'.

For Oliva: A small bottle suspended from a white-silver chain. Inside is a opalescent liquid and a wire shaped to look like a bubble blower.

For Doran: A small bottle full of stars that hangs from a bronze chain. Decorated with a full circle and stars, there seems to be some kind of writing that follows along the circle's back.

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Stardreamer Manor / Re:
« on: January 03, 2017, 02:10:29 AM »
You forgot Olivia!

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Community Events / Re:
« on: December 17, 2016, 10:17:50 PM »
Free food? Sylva may or may not of snuck in!


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