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"Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground wheron she stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
But some times I whish the day will come
That she and I will be as one.

Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground wheron she stands

I walk to the Clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I`ll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times

Black is the color of my true love`s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground wheron she stands"

~Black is the Color

Another sad, depressing Irish love song... Who'd 've seen that coming? I've not yet heard of a happy traditional Irish song and leaves me doubting heavily if one even exists. Ten to one says that Emo was invented somewhere on the British isles. Xp

Both my parents called me today when I got home, forgetting that it's Tuesday and thought that I was going to Coffee Beanery. I don't go there that much... Okay, so I do. Don't judge me! >.> <.< >.>

Tom's reaction was beautiful. He found out I was going to be having his child for a Biology project. And so's 'Riki. I feel sorry for the normal people of that class... Wait, no I don't because most of 'em have their head so far up their a** they can't hear me talk about it anyway...

Since this entry takes up no real length, I'm going to draft a character for 'Riki's role-play here, based on what little bit I know. Format borrowed from AHS.



(All the information on this is from a few assumptions I've made. I'll get it cleared with the role-play master and fix anything that doesn't line up)



Name: Feich (pronounced ******** with a strong Scottish accent, like faek)

Age: 16 solar years (I assume the calendar?s primitive)

Birthday: 1st day of the 3rd moon. (again, assuming something along those lines as a primitive calendar)

Race: Since there be not a neko option, it's bird I say!

Appearance/Clothing: Well, between a bird and a human, so it's obviously humanoid. The type of bird is crow. (I can picture crows actually becoming more abundant after the death of all humans, as they are scavengers and would have a rather nice food source for a while, as would most other scavengers, and then as things came back and they starved off over population, they would have most likely dwindled in number as evolution started and some cross breeding would have had to occur at some point, thus explaining some of the mixed traits.) His wings would of course be black his wing span being a little longer than he is tall. By our measuring system, he's about 5' 2", but I'm sure they have other means of measuring. Weight wise, he's extremely light, seeing as birds have hollow bones etceteras and are made for flying, but do to the evolution, he's lost the need for things like talons, evolving instead opposable thumbs. As evidence of the impurities in his bloodline, he has eyes of blue color as opposed to red. His skin is also much paler than his hair and feathers, which adorn only his wings, also hinting at a breed like dove or swan in his bloodline.


Personality: He's easily described as laid back, opting to let others do the work for him until absolutely necessary. He, instead, spends his time learning the lay of the land both from a ground and air perspective as more of a hobby than a profession. The only reason his tribe hasn't yet kicked him out is due to him always knowing a good spot to hunt or forge when one spot starts to run sparse. Luckily for him, he's not usually in any trouble when food is abundant. He's not quick to anger, but rather brash when it does happen from time to time which almost never turns out for the best. Not very physical unless angered, he prefers to talk his way out of conflict, choosing for his arsenal humility(a**-kissing) and justification(excuses). His real drive in life is exploring, but is to chicken(another ancestor perhaps?) to go off on his own to terribly far and no one really shares his enthusiasm for the art. He uses sarcasm frequently and often finds himself in trouble for it. Though overly friendly and outgoing, he's not actually much of a flirt. Think about it though, what exactly is sex for a bird anyway. Masturbating on eggs that are already laid?

Special Powers/Weapons: Not sure if it's applicable. I know there's some fantasy elements due to the whole animal peoples and stuff as well as the orbs, but don't know much else.

History: Need just a bit more info before this part too... ^^;;

Okay, enough randomness for me for now...