starting up the new series! this ones jobs///
librarian theme ^^
ends in roughly 2 weeks, October 8th aka 8/10 October 11th aka 11/10
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things to note
- piercings! those are mouth piercings
- the thigh boots are heeled
prettying up and extras are allowed!
the winner is static-moon!
static-moon wrote:
Username: static-moon
Name: He just says 'call me Thirteen'' (13 was his age when he inherited his library)
Gender: Trans-Male
Shadow's Name: Zerum (Zero in Latin)
Personality: Very glad to help others with finding books, Thirteen thinks that the job is very relaxing and helps him calm down. He gets ticked off during slow days when few people stop by his library, or when people neglect his books. He is usually very distant when it comes to relations, and usually when he isn't helping anyone he drifts off, his head in the clouds. Thirteen really enjoys thumb-print cookies (the cookies with jam in the center) and usually has a box stashed under his desk for when he has lunch. If he really likes you and your responsible with his books, he'll most likely offer you one. During his free time, he likes to organize... a lot. You can usually find him quintople checking to bookshelves, making sure each book is perfectly placed where it needs to be. He also has a collection of knick-nacks on his desk, which are all very dear to him. Some of these include a pair of chinese dragons sculpted out of redwood, a small globe, and an old clock. Thirteen is what he calls a 'garbage picker', which means that if he finds something interesting on the curb that others are throwing out, he'll quickly snatch it up, Thus why his library is decorated with his odd findings, whether its a huge grandfather clock or a pair of giraffe figurines in the corner.
Misc. Things About Thirteen:He is very protective over Zerum, and always has the book close by, he rarely lets anyone touch/hold it, and never lets anyone look inside
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Sound: Piano music, or the sound of a ticking clock (Listens to the band Alesana)
Food: Thumb-print cookies
Book: Endless Night by Agatha Christie (He's a big Agatha Christie/Mystery/Horror fan)
Drink: Apple cider (hot or cold, doesn't matter)
Season: Fall/winter
Hobby: Organizing, Garbage Picking, Re-reading one of his books for the millionth time
Animal: Red-winged Blackbirds
Tell Me More About What They Do: Thirteen inherited his library from his late father, who was very distant from the rest if his family and passed when Thirteen was about 13 years old. For the 9 years he's owned the library, Thirteen has learned to call it his home. At night, some of the books characters come to life, Re-animated with ink and laced with magic. He stays at his library to keep an eye on his stories, and makes sure any creatures that get out of hand are quickly cast back into their books. This is where Zerum comes in, Zerum is a very old book filled to the brim with ancient spells and hexes. Without Zerum, Thirteen would never be able to control his books and they would run wild throughout the town.Small Story
13 sat quietly at his desk, finishing up the days documents in his notebook. Today was a busy day, but now that it was 5 minutes to closig time, only two other dolls remained in the library. 13 looked up, scanning his library. on the left side, a doll was looking at the historical fiction section, running his finger across the spines of the many books. He wore a gray hoodie and presented a bushy raccoon tail. By his calm expression and noncholant pose, 13 could tell that he was just browsing and probably wasn't going to find a book before closing time. On the right side of the library with the cluster of dark wooden tables, a young girl had a book almost pressed up to her face, eyes moving back and forth across the pages. She's been sitting in the library for a while, so long that her shadow, a small black sheep, was asleep next to her on the table. 13 assumed that she would check out the book, seeing how interested she seemed.
13 leaned back in his chair, staring at the long wooden beams across the ceiling. he closed his eyes, hearing only the ticking of the huge grandfather clock two rows away from the doll standing on the left. He breathed in, taking in the faint scent of ginger that hung in the air. Oh how I love my library, he thought. He sat back up, looking at the small antique alarm clock on his desk. 3 minutes until closing. 13 grew more tense then. Preparing for the activities ahead. He made a small cough, alerting the two dolls in the library of the time. The doll on the left strolled right out the door, but not before his shadow, a raccoon with a 1st Place ribbon on his chest, took a handful of the complimentary bookmarks next to the exit. 13 noticed this, and thought about scolding the animal, but cut off such thoughts when he noticed the girl walking up towards his desk. He sat up straighter, and smiled faintly when she came near. She timidly handed the book, obviously shy. Her small sheep climping ontop of the desk, staring at the small tin box on the side. 13 chuckled a bit, and opened the tin, revealing the sheeps prize. He picked out a raspberry thumbprint and held it out to the small sheep. The small black ball of fuzz sniffed it, then took the cookie with its mouth, falling back onto the floor to devour the cookie. 13 stared at the small creature enjoying its treat until he noticed the girl staring down, embarrassed. He tried to give a freindly smile, giggling a bit "Oh its ok, this happens more often then you think...."
"N-no-no, I should have kept a better eye on him, he always does things like this-" The girl picked up the sheep and placed him in her sachel, leaving the top open for the animal to pop out his hear
"Its fine, really, I have plenty more cookies, and I just love little critters such as him," Said 13, petting the sheeps head. The small thing uttered a small 'baa' in response. The girl giggled, finally comfortable with associating with the librarian. Suddenly, the grandfather clock rang 8 times, signaling closing time. 13's smile faltered, and went back to the task of checking out the book for the girl. He handed it back, smiling. The girl gratfully took the book, and headed out the door. Once she was out, 13 grabbed a very old book from under his desk, and quickly shut the large double doors. He looked around the library, wary, and shut the lights.
13 stood in the darkness, listening for anything, a breath, a footstep, a creak. Some moonlight poured in from the old glass windows arcing high up near the ceiling. He stood there for some time, until he heard a loud boom from the back bookshelves. 13 moved quickly, making sure not to make any noise. He poised his notebook, ready to flip its pages. He crept behind a bookshelf, and slowly peeked around it from the left. There, in a pool of moonlight, stood a huge four-legged beast, made of dark black ink. It must have been 6 feet tall. Its head was huge, it had no eyes, but had many rows of sharp white teeth behind thin lips. The head connected to a sturdy neck, which was attached to strong, muscular shoulders and forelegs. The massive, taloned paws where as big as 13's head. after its arms, its body tapered down to a pare of small hindlegs, about the same size as a burmese mountain dogs. The creature was sniffing at the grandfather clock, puzzled by its ticking. 13 slowly crept behind the beast, quietly flipping the pages of his black leather book. He opened his mouth to speak, but a huge whump overhead sounded before he could utter a word. The beast turned to face 13, inky black drool dripping from the massive sharp teeth. The creature reared up, bumping its head against the cieling, sending wooden boards splintering down onto the floor. 13 leaped out of the behind a bookshelf, but was suprised to hear a loud ouch!. He looked back, and was shocked to see the doll from before splayed on the floor, his raccoon standing on his chest. The boy rubbed his head, and slowly looked up, right up, and saw the huge, drooling maw of the beast. He scrabbled back, uttering a cry of shock. 13 cursed under his breath, and sprinted out towards them. The ink monster reared up on its hind legs again, ready to place a crushing blow on the cowering doll. 13 leaped in between them, flipped open his book, and shouted "Vade, et numquam revenite!
Suddenly, the beast froze, a shocked expression on its face. Slowly, the ink from its paws started to melt away towards the book. The creature panicked, getting sucked into the dark void of non-existance. It uttered a large, mournful yowl before its last inky drops entered the book. 13 slammed the book shut, and whipped around to face the young boy, heeled boots clacking against the hard tile floor. "YOU, OUT" he ordered, yanking him to his feet, too enraged to say anything else. He didn't care how he got there, or why. He just wanted him gone. The boy's raccoon quickly followed, and climbed up on top of the boys shoulder. 13 yanked open one of the huge doors and shoved the boy out, pointing towards the outside "LEAVE". The boy stared at him, still shocked from the ordeal, but after a moment blinked a few times, shrugged, and walked off. 13 Was about to blow his top because of the doll, and was going to begin a serious scolding session, until he noticed the boys raccoon nibbling on something, a small rasberry thumbprint cookie. 13 stood there, for once confused.
