My Lumiretts

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This is the a little page I made for my Lumis... I love them all so very very very very very very very very much<3. Amilla Rose is a very special lumirett<3. She is the 50th Lumi, and is the first Ice one to be discovered! Raine is a day lumirett, and was #117. The artist who created Amilla is Obelisk, and Raine's artist is Shiverice. I love them both with all of my heart<3. Diana is the daughter of Milo and Frain, and is a moon lumi. Her artist is littlewhitey. Pierre is the artist of Muffinski, a cute little son of Raine and Bracken. Ishani is created by Obelisk. Now, my rambling shall end, and you can meet the most amazing lumiretts ever!

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Amilla Rose

Amilla, meaing taught in dance, is a beautiful name(Or so I believe..).
And Rose, her middle name, is my Grandmother's middle name, and my own. ^^.
I really love the way it sounds, and it reminds me of something soft and delicate...

Female!

The pretty-in-pink cursive hopefully gave it away...
If not, well, now you know.. ^^.

Sweet

She's caring.
She loves, and I mean LOVES, to see people smile..
And she has a soft spot for animals, plants, and anything living.
But, sometimes, her next trait gets in the way....

Shy

She's bashful.
She looks down when people walk by, and when someone says 'Hello' her cheeks become pinker than her tail!
She isn't scared to step on a stage, though!

Determined

She will never give up.
Her dreams are ALWAYS lingering in her thoughts.
And her hopes, too.
She's the type that will push her limits, but only if it helps her climb the staircase leading to her dreams.

To Attend Juilliard.

She loves ballet.
And jazz.
But mostly ballet.
And Juilliard is the perfect school to learn at.
It's FILLED with professionals from every corner of the world, and she's just dying to get a taste of REAL dancing..

Dance

Writing

Art

She loves the art of ballet.
It's the only place where she feels completely free, like a bird.

She loves poetry.
She hopes to one day write a poem about dreams coming true, but none have came true.... yet.

She loves to draw.
She can capture blended colors, lights, and movement perfectly with pastels.
Pastels are like chalk, only 300 times better.

Here are multiple parts of stories for this Lumi, I have trouble finishing things, so all I have are bits and pieces..

One step.
The shoe laced around her foot, leading up to a snow white tutu, and almost silver leotard, with a set of jewels lining the seams. Going up even farther, to silvery-pale make-up, and a perfectly sculpted ballerina bun.
Her body tense, yet loose; making for a flawless first step.
Like a feather, falling, landing gently, and all you hear is . . . nothing.
Like a bird, she flies from corner to corner, never flinching or making a mistake.
Then, a brave warrior, prince, lover; comes to her aid. Or maybe her despise.
He contrasts against her with a black leotard and tights. He lifts her high into the sky, and she spreads her wings.
Together they dance, as one.
Every move is for their partner, and the crowd roars. But it almost feels distant, as if the whole room is so focused on the ballet that they have forgotten how to listen, and it's only a faint whisper.
The hit the last pose, where the girl is being held tightly in the man's arms. As if he is saying,
"She is mine. And she will be mine for all eternity. I will keep her in my arms, until there is no more of her, and then I shall mourn, and long of her . . . until there is no more of myself."
~Me, Written in 2013

(The Raven, the below poem, is, like, 5 pages long... So, if you've read The Raven before, or you're just too lazy, you can skim through it:3. But, ya know, I understand time can pass quickly in the length of 5 pages.. ._.

The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
~Edgar Allan Poe, Published in 1845

Made by me
Made by me
Made by Equinesta
Thank you, Equinesta, for both of the wonderful pieces of art! Thank you, thank you! ^u^!
Woop, woop! Thanks, Bacon!<3
Thank you, thank you, Bacon! c:
Thankies, JulietTheKitten!
Thanks again for the AMAZING art, JulietTheKitten!<3


Here you will find some more little things about my darling Amilla.<3.

Zodiac:
Capricorn
Your element: Earth
Your ruling planets: Saturn
Symbol: The Goat
Your stone: Garnet
Life Pursuit: To be proud of their achievements
Amilla's birthday is Janurary 13th, 1997. She is 16 years old. C:

(Thanks, CS, for the below piece of art of a rat ^^. I thought it was really cute and decided to put it in my form..)

Chinese New Year:
The Rat

People with this sign are said to have these characteristics:
Honest, freedom, hard working, intense, sensitive, charming.
Can be selfish, ruthless, controlling, scheming.

Favorite Song:
Girl on Fire, by Alicia Keys
Lyrics:
She's just a girl, and she's on fire
Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway
She's living in a world, and it's on fire
Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away

Oh, she got both feet on the ground
And she's burning it down
Oh, she got her head in the clouds
And she's not backing down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Looks like a girl, but she's a flame
So bright, she can burn your eyes
Better look the other way
You can try but you'll never forget her name
She's on top of the world
Hottest of the hottest girls say

Oh, we got our feet on the ground
And we're burning it down
Oh, got our head in the clouds
And we're not coming down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Everybody stands, as she goes by
Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes
Watch her when she's lighting up the night
Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl
And it's a lonely world
But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Oh, oh, oh...

She's just a girl, and she's on fire

The General Favorites:
Food: Strawberry Ice Cream, two scoops, in a waffle cone!
Color: Pink:D.
Time of Day: Nighttime, when everyone else is asleep! Except for the Dawn/Dusk Lumis...
Season: Winter
Animal: Bunnies!:D
Drink: Hot Cocoa
Candy: Peach Rings
Game: Sudoku
Poem: "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe
Holiday: Her birthday c;

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Raine

Raine, pronounced Rain, is the name I picked for this little Lumi. I picked the name because of her wonderful colors, representing the blues and greens of water.

Female

A little girl, yes. She is the sapphire found in a jeweler's store, no doubt.

Intellectual

She's extremely smart. Always in the honors classes, learning and thinking quicker than her fellow Lumis..

Kind

She's helpful to everyone! She's super nice, too. But sometimes people take advantage of her..

Nervous

She's always a little more nervous around guys, but she's genuinely nervous around everybody. She is so smart, but always fumbles over her words.

To become a professional author.

Becoming a professional fictional author is her dream. She loves writing, more than anything! She wants to publish a book worthy to be on the shelves with Harry Potter, or Percy Jackson!

Writing

Reading

Theater

She loves, loves, loves, loves fictional writing. It's almost as if, she's there, picturing these things, hearing those words, experiencing this and that.

She loves to read, almost as much as she loves writing. Her favorite books/series are: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Heroes of Olympus, and The Immortals.

She loves watching old musicals, such as West Side Story. She doesn't like to participate in them, however. It's much too horrifying to be on such a large stage.

Well, since she is an up-and-coming author, I have put some of the book I am writing here. It can be 'hers', until I finish, and publish it.

WIP. My book is on my computer, and I am on my sister's atm. ;-;. So, soon this will be occupied.

Thanks, Equinesta!

By JulietTheKitten

The little quirks and stuff about the lovely Raine<3

Zodiac:
Pisces
Element: Water
Ruling Planet: Neptune
Symbol: The Fish
Stone: Yellow Sapphire
Life Pursuit: To spread love to all
Raine's birthday is March 13, 1996 and she is 16 years old.<3

(Thanks again, CS, for the below picture<3)

Chinese New Year:
The Ox

People with this sign are said to have these characteristics:
Smart, calm, patient, inspiring, modest, dependable, hard-working, born leader.
Can be stubborn, narrow-minded, demanding, rigid.

Favorite Song:
I Feel Pretty, from West Side Story
Lyrics:
MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and gay!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me today.

I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!

I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!

GIRLS
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock.

She thinks she's in love.
She thinks she's in Spain.
She isn't in love,
She's merely insane.

It must be the heat
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas.

Keep away from her,
Send for Chino!
This is not the
Maria we know!

Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!

MARIA
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.

GIRLS
La la la la . . .

MARIA
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss America can just resign!

GIRLS
La la la la . . .

MARIA
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:

GIRLS
What mirror where?

MARIA
Who can that attractive girl be?

GIRLS
Which? What? Where? Whom?

MARIA
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!

GIRLS
Such a pretty me!

ALL
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!

The General Favorites:
Food: Carrots and Ranch!
Color: Turqiouse<3
Time of Day: Morning...
Season: Spring
Animal: Birds, tweet-tweet!
Drink: Green Tea
Candy:Tootsie Rolls
Game: Spider Solitaire
Book: Everlasting by Alyson Noel
Holiday: President's Day! C: (She's such a nerd sometimes..)

Mate:
She is mates with the upmost lovely, Bracken. They have 1 baby!

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Diana

Her name is Diana, which is the Roman name of the moon goddess. I chose this name because Diana is a moon lumirett.

Female

A girly-girl indeed! She loves pink, pink, and, definitely, PINK!

Sassy

Diana is filled with sass! She doesn't boast, or be rude, but she has a smudge of sassiness in her heart.

Sweet

She loves everything and everybody!

Optomistic

Always looking at the glass half full, and the grass greenest on both sides, Diana is always sunny.

To become an Olympic gymnast.

Fulfilling the optimal rank of gymnastics if her life-long goal. Practicing for her is like breathing, a necessity!

Cheerleading

Cooking

Texting

She LOVES cheerleading! Cheerleading is something that can boost her chances of participating in Olympic gymantics, and she just LOVES it!

She likes to explore the world of food. She loves baking, especially cupcakes!

TEXT, TEXT, TEXT. That's all she does! But, you gotta love her, and she loves face-to-face talking just as much!

WIP.

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The little quirks and stuff about the lovely Diana<3

Zodiac:
Pisces
Element: Water
Ruling Planet: Neptune
Symbol: The Fish
Stone: Yellow Sapphire
Life Pursuit: To spread love to all
Diana's birthday is March 7, 2013 and she is 4 years old.<3

Chinese New Year:
The Snake
People with this sign are said to have these characteristics:
Acute, Aware, Cunning, Proud, Vain, Vicious.
Can be snobby, quiet, emotional.

Favorite Song:
You Belong With Me, by Taylor Swift
Lyrics:
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset
She's going off about something that you said
She doesnt get your humour like I do

I'm in the room, its a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesnt like
And she'll never know your story like I do

But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're lookin for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
You belong with me

Walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans
I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself
Hey isnt this easy?

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I havent seen it in awhile, since she brought you down
You say you find I know you better than that
Hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Standin by, waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that?
You belong with me
You belong with me

Oh I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry
I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me

Standing by or waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that
You belong with me
You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me

The General Favorites:
Food: Chocolate Cupcakes
Color: PINK<3
Time of Day: Day
Season: Spring
Animal: Monkey!
Drink: Caramel Latte with an extra splurge of milk and a few pinches more of sugar.
Candy: Bubblegum
Game: Princesses! C:
Book: Matched by Ally Condie
Holiday: Valentine's Day

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