MIROSLAV, joel kellan

[JOEL KELLAN MIROSLAV]

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JOEL KELLAN MIROSLAV ,,

joel. twenty. nightmare faerie. heterosexual. jake gyllenhaal.

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"I'm sort of a complicated kind of guy. Most people dislike me from the start, largely because I'm kind of an asshole. I don't let what breed you are or the purity of your family lines define you. I judge people as good or bad, and if I don't like you I won't hide it. I can be kind of violent, and very cold-hearted. I'm good at holding grudges. But, I'm not all-bad you know. I've got a sensitive spot for humans because my grandmother was one, and I'm very much a grandma's boy. I've never really been respectful of authority, and I probably never will be. I've got a thing for the rain, and especially storms. I like the night time more than the day, and when it is the day I like gray skies. I'm not much for light; I just hate it. I prefer cold over hot and tea over coffee. I'm sort of a cynist and I don't mind nightmares much anymore. I have them every night, and I can give them away. Don't piss me off, because I can make bad things true when I'm very angry. Crossing me is never a good idea."

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"and what about family? parents, siblings, close family members, maybe pets?"

My mother was a very weak nightmare faerie, and my father was full-blooded and strong. A fleeting romance turned into my mother housing a child and raising me all by herself. Although my father stops in to see me on occasion, I don't know him all that well and we don't speak much. My mother and I don't get along very well either. She hates that I smoke and I hate that she's a whore. Although I love them, I've never been close to my parents.
I've always been the closest to my younger brother Jude, and my grandmother Elsa. Elsa was a human in her years. She was brilliant and strong-minded and could out-drink any alcoholic man, although she might have been called a light-weight. She was real and raw and someone I admired. But, she's dead now. Died two years ago of living too fucking long.
My brother and I get along famously. I half-raised him myself when mom wasn't around, so I have sort of a fatherish figure about him. He's sixteen and quite the looker, so I look out for him. Although I smoke, I'd kill him if he ever tried it.
That's about it for my family.

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"how did you find cherry tree lane? been here all your life? stumble upon it by accident? what do you think about it here?"

I've been born and raised here. My family is sort of new to the area, but they've adapted well. It's a nice enough place to live; I can't really complain.

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"My history and childhood is sort of the epitome of what not to do with yourself. I had a huge anger problem as a child, and I used to use my gift of nightmares to overpower those of my mother and send them to her in her sleep. Needless to say, when she figured out it was me she was angry. I ran away from home at the age of fifteen, but I didn't get farther than two towns over before one of my mom's gentleman callers found me and brought me home. I got into smoking when I was sixteen. My grandmother had taken a horrible fall down two flights of steps and no one expected her to live. It was a stressful time, and the cigarettes caused an escape. So yes, I still smoke them. Two years later I started drinking after my grandma died. I was never much of a party-goer, it just sounded like a bad idea with my life style. I sort of raised my brother in the midst of all of that and I think I did a pretty good job. He's a better man than me."

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so hey! i'm [emily] and there is no doubt about it,
i'm a [girl]. i've been rocking in this world for [fourteen years].
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for [three] years dawg.

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making the best of it; playing the cards you get
you're not alone in this...

The cool liquid quickly refreshed her dry mouth and brought her to her senses. Suddenly she was ready to go. She kept her tail above the water and then looked down at the clear, cool blue water once again. She decided to take one more sip; besides, no dog or wolf or creature was around her anyway.
The fear she had obtained while in her nightmare were slowly being shaken away. Still, she would probably be sure to exit the wolf's territory for the night. The only reason she had strayed in was because the rain diluted the smell and blurred boundaries. She'd fallen asleep underneath the nearest warm, dry place she could possibly find. In this case, it just happened to have strayed a few yards into the wolf's land. She would be sure to high-tail her behind out of there as soon as she'd gotten her drink, though.

As she stopped lapping up water, it seemed quiet. Far, far too quiet. 'Keep your cool, baby..' she thought to herself. She looked up from the spot she was drinking water from and saw a wolf. A wolf. She kept her pokerface on and didn't intend to have that change. See, Pax was the kind of dog to keep her cool all the time, no matter what. Quickly she had to think of what she would say. The wolf had said nothing to her, which meant a) he meant to immediate harm to her or b) he was going to make an effort to sneak up to her. Which next meant that a) he was stupid if he thought he could sneak up on her and therefore wouldn't be a problem or b) was waiting to have her notice him to 1) attack or 2) be friendly.
So really, this could either go really well or really badly.
In any case, she decided she should probably get out quickly.

"It's rude to stare," she commented quite plainly. The sound of her voice was neither worried nor nervous. She acted as if she was an equal. Of course, he was much larger to him, but they couldn't possibly be that different. She wasn't a house pet and she'd lived in the wild her whole life, too. He was bigger than her. Woohoo, so where a lot of dogs. She was just little. She had grown accustomed to that, too.
Her hatred of wolves burned inside her heart though; she hated running into them she hated speaking to them and usually, she was accidentally a bitch to every single one she met.
But hey, if one had half-blinded you as a child you would probably be bitter and hold grudges as well.

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