the nine lady muses ♛ [closed]

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Re: the nine lady muses ♛ [open]

Postby EpicKittyKat » Tue Feb 11, 2014 12:36 am

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The Muse of Astronomy

Name; The name is Una. Una Elizabeth Quincy Dunst. Long name, I know, but that's one of the things my family is good at.
Nickname; I don't much like my name. I suppose you can call me Una but Quinn or Lizzie works just as well.
Age; I am eighteen years old and counting.
Gender; Last time I checked I was female. But thanks for checking.
Birthday; I was born on the 19 of December.
Nationality; I am French... or is the politically correct term 'French American'?
Hometown; I was born in Paris, France but have traveled all over the world before settling in America.
Sexuality; I am heterosexual.

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I'm Not Evil. I'm Fabulous With a Twist.

General Description; At 4'9", I suppose you can say I'm a small gal. I'm petite too. I have a small chest, a narrow waist, and long, smooth skinned legs. My skin is a gorgeous gold-tinted ivory. My hair falls in thick waves past my shoulders, a deep chestnut brown with dark auburn and honey gold highlight. My face is somewhat heart-shaped with a button nose, large turquoise eyes, and a pretty dimpled smile.
Hair Color and Style; My hair is chestnut brown with dark auburn and honey gold highlights; it is thick and wavy
Eye Color; I have Turquoise eyes.
Skin Tone; My skin is a Gold-tinted Ivory.
Build; I have a tiny or petite build.
Body Modifications; My ears are pierced three times, once of which is in the cartilage. My nose and naval are also pierced.
Additional Features; I have a light dusting of freckles on my cheeks and nose, dimples, dark green flecks in my turquoise eyes, and I have a scar across my abdomen from childhood.

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Act Like a Lady; Think Like a Boss.

Personality; I am the quiet girl at the back of the room. The girl who keeps her head down and her mouth shut and goes through the motions. I can't say exactly when I became like this. I used to be the party girl that everyone adored. But times change. I am difficult to understand, and even more difficult to get to know. I don't open up to people... period. I can be stubborn and sarcastic when annoyed, and I am easily annoyed. My short temper and disinterest in human connections is the reason for that. I rarely listen to reason, preferring to do things my age. I like to people watch. I am very observant. I tend to notice the smallest things in people that even their best friends don't notice. When I do let my guard down, rare though it might be, I can be very funny. I guess that is a remnant of my past self. I am diligent and I try to stay logical though my temper leads often to clouded judgment. If I like a guy, I usually get very shy but occasionally I can be a notorious flirt when I want to be.
History; Born in Paris, France in 1994, I lived out the first five years of my life in the relative peace of the French countryside. My mother and father owned a huge ranch house on the outskirts of Paris, and its safe to say that ranch is my favorite place in the world. Around the time I turned five, my father's new job demanded a lot of travel and my mother decided I was old enough for us all to travel as a family. Summers were always spent at the ranch house but during the rest of the year we would travel from one exotic place to the next. My older brothers and I were homeschooled by our mother. She taught us everything from Mathematics to science to different languages. My brothers never really got the hang of most of them and it was rare that we would spend more than six months in one place and yet I always managed to master the language before we left. It is one of my few skills. Another is art. I can spend hours sketching and never get bored. When my sister Victoria was born, my mother put her foot down and insisted we move to America, a place she had always loved the most. We were in a dangerous part of England at the time and my mother wanted to move us to a safer environment. However, before she could get us out of there she was my father was mugged one night. I was with him. The men killed my father and put me in the hospital. I was lucky to only end up with a nasty scar on my belly. My mother, distraught from the loss of my father and my injury, moved us shortly afterwards. She got us a ranch house and enrolled us into school. Real school. I, who had always wanted to go to school, was thrilled. I was popular. I made lots of friends. I was happier than I'd ever been. As a sixteenth birthday present my mother even got me a car and a toy poodle who I named Duchess. Everything was going perfect and then... something changed. The girls in my school turned on me. The bullying got to be so bad that I transferred to a different school in the middle of my Sophomore year. I didn't try to be popular after that. I learned to keep to myself. Now that I've graduated I plan on going to school to study astronomy. It's always been one of my favorite subjects.
Likes/Dislikes; I like my car, my dog my family. I like the internet, my phone, learning new languages, and astronomy. I like reading, writing in my journal, art, going to the movies. I love looking at the stars, riding horses, traveling. I hate high school. I hate bullies, jocks, and people who think they are better than others. I don't particularly like interacting with people outside my family either.
Strengths/Weaknesses; I am good at art, learning new languages, anything to do with stars, and I excel in school. I am a star rider, championship level, as well as prima ballerina material. I am not good at making friends, being a normal teenage girl, talking about my problems, or letting people get to know the real me.
Fears; I am afraid of thunderstorms, spiders, snakes, and drowning, since I never learned to swim.

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Serenity Now; Insanity Later.

Crush; Don't tell anyone but I rather like Jeremy West.
Boyfriend; I am holding out for Jeremy.
Family; My family is pretty normal.. if you discount my parents' fascination with giving their kids ridiculously long names. My father is Marcus Preston Dunst III. He died protecting me when I was thirteen. My mother is Genevieve Elizabeth Dunst. I have two older brothers. Crispin Marcus Preston Dunst and Michael Daniel Preston Dunst. They are twins, age 23. Then there is my little sister, the Princess of the party. Victoria Ann Louise Dunst (the first) is 5 and a royal pain but, hey, she's family so I'm kinda stuck with her.
Kids; I have no kids.
Pets; I have a little toy poodle named Duchess.
Other; I have nothing to add.

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The Care-Free Comedian

Name; The name is Miles. Miles Daniel Cooper.
Nickname; You can call me Miles or Coop.
Age; I am 19 Years Young.
Gender; I am a guy.
Birthday; I was born June 10th.
Nationality; I am American, with a bit of Mexican thrown in.
Hometown; I was born in Manhattan.
Sexuality; I am Heterosexual.

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I never think of the future - it comes soon enough

Hair Color and Style; Dark brown, Honey-Gold Highlights; Wavy.
Eye Color; Chocolate Brown.
Skin Tone; Tan.
Build; Tall, Lean, Well-Muscled.
Body Modifications; None.

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A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones that need the advice

Personality; I am a funny guy. I am rarely serious and I am constantly cracking jokes. I am easy going, friendly, and always helping others out. Most would call me selfless, carefree, and honest. I try my hardest at everything I do, whether it's comedy, school, or football. I love to make people laugh, especially my little sisters. I am pretty easy to get along with. However, my greatest downfall is I lack seriousness and this is the cause of most of my failed relationships. I want to say that I just haven't met the right girl but at this point, I'm beginning to think there's something wrong with me. I don't know, maybe I am being stupid. I am very protective. Even though I joke around a lot, one of the few times I am serious is when I'm protecting someone from bullies. I don't like to fight but I will if I have to.
History; The third born to a very large family, I have never really been the center of attention. I was raised in the bustling city of Manhattan, a dangerous place for a kid like me. As a child, I was constantly walking out the door from the time I could reach it. My parents constantly had to scour the streets in search of me. Honestly it's a wonder I'm alive at this point. Growing up, I was always a funny child and it was my jokes that got my brothers, sisters, and parents to pay attention to me the most. I guess that's why I continued on to do stand-up comedy. All through elementary, middle, and high school, I was the class clown. People flocked around me and I enjoyed that. The teachers weren't always my fans though there were a few who enjoyed my daily interruptions as much as my fellow students. When I graduated high school, I started doing small shows. Nothing big. Just opening for bigger acts, or preforming at the local comedy club. However shortly before my nineteenth birthday my muse seemed to fail. I haven't been able to do a show since.
Likes/Dislikes; I love my family, flirting, making jokes, and being the class clown. I don't like being serious, boring lectures, or being stuck inside.
Strengths/Weaknesses; I am great at making friends and making people laugh but I have trouble being serious.
Fears; I am afraid of losing myself. Of forgetting who I am.

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I can resist everything except temptation

Crush; I like Thalia.
Girlfriend; I'm holding out for Thalia.
Family; I have a pretty big family. My parents are Francesco and Mariana Cooper. My sisters are Maria (5), Ana (8), Anita (8), and Lola (13). My brothers are Diego (15), Galeno (23), and Julio (25)
Kids; I have no kids.
Pets; I have a Golden Retriever named Lucia.
Other; I have nothing to add.


(Edit; Una is done. Will finish Miles tomorrow during or after work)
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the romantic songwriter ♛ [christopher]

Postby thaliana, » Tue Feb 11, 2014 1:12 am

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the romantic
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WRITER

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name christopher mark lowell
nickname chris/ chrissy
age nineteen years old
gender male
birthdate august 16th
occupation songwriter
muse erica/ erato
hobbies skateboarding, singing
virtues romantic, sincere, humble
vices stubborn, temperamental
crush to be added

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chris lowell. he never imagined that he
would find his joy in songwriting. growing
up he was the skateboarding, mischief-
making type. it was a young woman that
made him find his passion and made him
change his ways. nowadays, chris is a
hopeless romantic pouring his heart and
his soul into his writing. as of late, though,
he has been unable to make pen meet
paper, and it has been putting him in a
bit of a rut. he just needs a little muse.

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...take that rage, put it on a page...
TAKE THE PAGE TO THE STAGE
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yay

Postby shay ; » Tue Feb 11, 2014 2:50 am

we're full. we'll start as soon as the last form [jeremy's form] will be up!
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work in prgress

Postby Girl With One Eye » Tue Feb 11, 2014 5:37 am

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☾ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ˒ ᵈᶤᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃᶤˡ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᶰ﹖ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ˒ ᵈᶤᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃᶤˡ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᶰ﹖ ☽
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tess && chris ♛ [post one]

Postby thaliana, » Thu Feb 13, 2014 6:14 am

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        tagged;; luke . where;; dance studio . mood;; impatient . crush;; no one.

        she ducked through the threshold of the dance studio with the speed and haste of a cat drowning in the rain, and
        with her dark hair clinging to her back and her water-logged clothes sending an uncomfortable chill down her spine
        that was exactly what she felt like. she paused to glower at the storm which was beating down on the city, blue
        eyes narrowed into a glare which was non-too subtle in showing her opinions on the versatile weather. a moment
        ago the sky had been clear of any blemishes, rain-clouds far from the worry of the city's population. now that it
        had made its presence known, the thunderstorm showed no sign of ameliorating.

        tess made her way into the back of the dance studio, a route she was able to take with her eyes closed and legs
        tied. the dance studio was her home; she spent possibly 91% of the week surrounded by its comforting walls. as she
        changed out of her jeans and disentangled herself from the confines of her soaked clothes, tess contemplated the
        lesson she was scheduled to teach, alongside her dance partner luke, in half-an-hour. she doubted many would make
        the journey through the wind and the rain for a forty-five-minute dance lesson, and the class was small to begin
        with. between her and luke, they had nine students, but nowadays it was mainly her. luke was stepping on her feet
        almost as much as he was stepping on his own, and she had the bruises to prove it. with her bottom lip tugged
        impatiently between her teeth, tess piled her flowing brunette waves into a messy bun atop her head. her eyes
        glanced curiously to the clock which tick-tocked away on the wall opposite her, reading 11:10am. speaking of luke,
        he should soon be arriving soon, if he planned on helping to teach this lesson, that is. if he wasn't, she would drag
        him in herself and perhaps give him a lesson or two on how to keep his feet under him.


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    CHRISTOPHER
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        tagged;; erica & damen & elena . where;; his apartment . mood;; frustrated . crush;; no one.

        tap. tap. tap. the pencil between his fingertips danced across his knuckles, tapping the hard-wood of the desk each
        time it returned to its starting point. his chin rested haphazardly on his palm as he stared down at the blank piece
        of paper before him. well, blank in the sense that it held nothing of interest nor coherence. the sharp grey marks of
        a graphite pencil scarred the page, denting the surface beneath at some points where the frustration proved just
        a little too much to bear. christopher sighed, running his rough palms over his face, attempting to drag the fatigue
        and mental blockage from his psyche. it's clutches ran too deep, though, and with a half-growl of annoyance, chris
        scrunched the taunting sheet of paper and chucked it over his shoulder. it was sure to be the first of many. the
        words just would not flow. the chorus was not catchy. the lyrics held no meaning. he was writing words but the
        words meant nothing. he should be writing songs for damen and elena. they were, more or less, the only artists who
        had shown interest in his writing. when he managed to write, that is.

        with another exasperated sigh, chris allowed the pencil to roll off of his fingers, landing with a tiny clatter on the
        hard desk. he reached for his phone, ignoring the time which showed it was nearing mid-day. he was pushing thirty-
        six sleepless hours, and it was taking its toll. sweeping aside missed messages, chris brought up erica's number, his
        fingers flying over the screen at a speed his pencil was jealous of:

        "wuldu mind comin ovr? cant write. nd halp. :("
        he pressed 'send' before he was able to recognise the intelligible text. he snorted at the letters which formed a
        language he was hardly able to call english. he had the nerve to call himself a songwriter, for goodness sake! he was
        barely able to form a functioning sentence, let alone write anything that could be considered inspirational. folding
        his arms across his desk and resting his cheek in the cold of his hands, chris watched the storm beyond begin to rage
        down on the dull grey buildings. his life was becoming a living cliché. he detested clichés.


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ELENA WEBSTER ♕

Postby unknown ;; » Thu Feb 13, 2014 7:54 am

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ELENA WEBSTER
AGE; EIGHTEEN
NICKNAME LENA
LOCATION ; THE VOCAL STUDIO
TAGGED ; DAMEN

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Elena woke up at eight am, the same time she always woke at, to the sound of her alarm blasting an acoustic cover of We Are Young by Madilyn Baily. She stood up and slammed a button that turned off the music before groggily walking to her bathroom. She turned on the shower and allowed the water to warm up while she took of her pajama's and threw them into a small white hamper. She got into the shower and quickly washed her hair and her body, finishing in a matter of five minutes. She got out and dried herself off and towel dried her hair before blowing it out, letting it fall into its natural waves. She actually liked her hair natural, unlike most of the female population. She did do a slight amount of make-up though, just some concealer and mascara. She preferred minimal amounts to it being caked on. She then walked into her bedroom and slowly got changed into a small white blouse and jeans with gray vans. She went into the bathroom once more and pulled her hair into a messy bun, she did it quickly so hairs were hanging down in the front still. She walked into her bedroom and sat on her bed, checking the time. Eight Twenty-Four. She texted her first student, a nineteen ] year old boy named Dameon and told him to be at her studio by nine o'clock sharp, as normal. She had a rather empty day, only two students. Damen and a small girl only about twelve named Madison Parker. Damon Nickelson was intriguing to her though in some way.

She walked into the kitchen of her small apartment and grabbed a bowl and got out some cereal and milk. She quickly poured them both into a bowl and spooned them down before putting the dish in the sink, rinsing it out, and putting it in the dishwasher. She shared her apartment with her mother and younger sister, Adrianna. They were both still asleep though so she wrote a small note on a post-it. Off to the studio, be home tonight! Love you! ~Lena. She grabbed her keys, her purse, and her umbrella and walked out of her apartment complex and started towards the staircase. They lived on level four, so it wasn't too far from the ground level. She walked out through the lobby and nodded her head at the secretary at the desk. She lived in a rather nice complex and it was just a few miles from her studio, which was absolutely perfect for her. She opened her umbrella and quickly ran across the street to the parking lot for the residents at the complex. She unlocked her small red Camry, getting into the drivers seat and starting the engine, anxious to get to her studio. She arrived in minutes, driving the opposite way of New York traffic and towards a small building that she called her studio. She parked the car out front in a spot with a sign that claimed 'Reserved for employees only'. Meaning her and the several other business owners of the complex. She worked on the top level though, so she pulled out her umbrella and once more ran outside before making it to the lobby. The receptionist, Brittany, smiled at her from her desk. "Morning Lena. Long day ahead of you?" she asked.

"Not too terribly long, hopefully enough to let the storm get time to finish off," she said with a smile. "You've got that right. Have a good day Lena," she said. "You too Brittany," she said while walking to the elevator. She pressed the number six which instantly shot her upwards towards her studio. As the door opened, she walked into her home, more of a home to her than her apartment. She was here almost all day everyday and did everything she loved here. She got to sing and even better, teach others to sing and enjoy it the same way she did. She sat her purse on a bench and took a seat at her desk where she sat while helping her students. She waited patiently for Damen to arrive, hoping he wouldn't be late. She hated it when people were late, he normally wasn't though. It was only Eight Fifty-Five so he still had time to arrive.
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ooc ♛

Postby chagrin » Thu Feb 13, 2014 8:56 am

      Do the boys know that the girls are muses?
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ooc.

Postby thaliana, » Thu Feb 13, 2014 9:00 am

      [[. no. and the girls themselves do not know either c:
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augustus may - post one

Postby breakingbasic » Thu Feb 13, 2014 3:28 pm

      AUGUSTUS MAY
        male - nineteen - history student - rash
        at house - with no one - feeling exhausted
      augustus woke up with his head crashed on his laptop, an unwritten paper was open and that single blinking marker was still going, as it to mock him. he groaned in exhaustion and grabbed his phone, searching for the time. it was ten twenty seven, and his attention fell back to the unwritten paper. it was due in history, his major, and for weeks now gus had been unable to write anything decent. his first class wasn't until noon, and he wasn't sure whether he should try to scrape something together about the renaissance era or just take the zero. at this point the zero seemed pretty desirable. he shook his head quickly and focused back on the open books in front of him. after reading the first several paragraphs he felt his eyelids start to drop. caffeine. the boy needed caffeine. he picked up his phone and unlocked it quickly, glancing at the time again to find that it was ten thirty. he opened his messages and found his tired self smiling at a certain contact. he wasn't sure what it was about cleo, but she sure was something. they had several classes together, as they were both history majors and both in the same year, and in every one he found himself drawn to her. gus opened the conversation and quickly typed a message, 'mornin, do you wanna grab a cup of coffee before vieras lecture? maybe compare papers? let me know (:', before dropping his phone back on the basic black desk.

      the blue eyed boy pulled off his shirt on his way to his cramped bedroom, tossing it to the floor as he went, and slowly opened the closet. it was a mess. but what did you expect? he was a nineteen year old boy living alone. his pawed through the selection lazily before pulling out a grey long sleeve tee and slipping it over his head. he paired that with dark wash jeans and mussed hair. somehow he made it to the bathroom, where he went through his daily routine of teeth brushing, deodorant applying, and face shaving. deciding that he should head back to the dreaded desk and try to at least start his paper, he pulled himself over and plopped down in front of the books. clicking his phone out of habit he saw that it was now ten forty seven and no reply. he sighed and as if succumbed to his fate, attempted to read through the recommended passages, not making much progress. in the back of his mind he was still thinking about cleo, and man she was a great distraction. gorgeous, smart, funny, gus found himself thinking about her a lot. especially when he couldn't focus on the aforementioned paper.

        tagged; cleo - word count; four hundred fifty nine
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erica hartley ♔

Postby chagrin » Fri Feb 14, 2014 7:53 am

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i am the
DESIGNER

      name: erica hartley
      age: eighteen
      location: christopher's appartment
      tagged: christopher
      crush: //
      outfit: xx
CATASTROPHE
of my own
CATASTROPHE
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---------It wasn't long before Erica found herself in front of Cristopher's door, waiting impatiently for him to unlock it. In one hand holding two large boxes of pizza, a couple of CD's stacked on top of them. Her other hand was placed in the folds of her t-shirt. She was just getting up when his text came in so she didn't have much time to get ready. She grabbed the first pair of shorts she could find in her wardrobe and grabbed some money from the counter and a few CD's of some of her most favorite albums. She knew what Cristopher needed; pizza, rest and good music. The poor guy had been exhausting himself and depriving his body of sleep as it was clear from the message she received. She stopped by at a pizza place on her way to grab a cab and from there, taking into consideration that his place wasn't very far off from where she stayed, her trip was barely ten minutes long.

Last night she had third shift. Erica worked at a cafe by day, bar by night type of a locale and she usually preferred doing night shifts than anything else. One thing was sure, that girl wanted to have fun and luckily for her it was obvious that she knew fun. She knocked on the door again, rather impatiently, as she awaited any moment for the door to spring open and to see Cristopher's tired face behind it. Hopefully he hadn't fallen asleep before help arrived.


      ooc ♔ and what is their relationship like? I mean are they close friends or..? I'm not sure if the post is okay. If I have to change anything just tell me.
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