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- Wretch D'Angelo - 03-19-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> .wickedwretch b {font-family:georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#d8e0d3; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .wickedwretch p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .wickedwretch {width:400px;border:1px solid #5a6e60;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... wretch.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:200px;background-color:#131f2a;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:"Trebuchet MS", tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#3e4b4d;} </style>
Villisca is a spirit, though Wretch doesn't know that yet :].
- Misery - 03-25-2011 [html] [html] Kismet ruled them all. Each D'Angelo seemed destined to be chased by ghosts. Maybe it was the fervor in which they worshiped their Gods, or maybe it was a simple curse. Some D'Angelo's could have passed for saints, but many were like the ghostly white female who approached the young pup. A sinner, the darkest kind of devils. The old female moved carefully, the day was cold and her aching joints had not been kind the past evening. The puppy was hard at work constructing a snow pup, and Misery couldn't help but grin at the sight. She looks like Jude. Damian's voice, quiet and gently sinister. The ghostly girl did vaguely resemble her long dead son. Light and pretty, but Jude's eyes had been the color of blood. The skinny wolf offered a smile to the girl and folded her hands over the head of her slick black cane. "Very good little snow wolf there, lil'bit. Is it for anyone in particular?" [html] <style type="text/css"> .mtree {width:400px; font-family:verdana; background-color:#F3EDE6; border: 1px solid #000;} .mtree2 {padding:10px; color:#062431; line-height:15px; text-align:justify; font-size:11px;} .mtree i {color:#436D80; font-family:georgia;} .mtree b {color:#5F7C81; font-family:georgia;} .mtree p {text-indent:39px; margin:0px;} </style>[/html] - Wretch D'Angelo - 03-27-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> .wickedwretch b {font-family:georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#d8e0d3; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .wickedwretch p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .wickedwretch {width:400px;border:1px solid #5a6e60;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... wretch.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:200px;background-color:#131f2a;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:"Trebuchet MS", tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#3e4b4d;} </style>
Wasn't sure of how much she would know about Misery :3 And aww thanks!! Wretch will eventually fall in love with Villisca, I think.
- Misery - 04-03-2011 [html] Misery knew of befriending ghosts. The Damian that would haunt her until the end of her days was little more than a ghost. He had once come to her in the night so long ago, so real and vivid she held unto that memory with a tight, crippling grip. Misery would always remember the night he had returned. But by the light of the morning he had been gone and she had been left only wondering if it had been a figment of her torn and lonely mind. The puppy had features that were not entirely wolfish. But Misery made no mention of it. The puppy was young and entirely without any unctuous behaviors. She liked that about the little one. Puppies didn't lie or willfully, maliciously deceive. The little one had seen her around and that made her grin easily. She's not yours. Damian's voice, ever the bitter killjoy. "Uh huh. I live here. My name's Misery, I'm your father's Mother." Not by blood, but that was unimportant. He was her son in all the ways that would ever matter. table by alaki, coding by sie [/html][html] <style>.Freebie001 p {padding:0px 10px 10px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;}</style>[/html] - Wretch D'Angelo - 04-05-2011 [html]<style type="text/css"> .wickedwretch b {font-family:georgia, serif; font-weight:bold; color:#d8e0d3; letter-spacing:1px;} .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .wickedwretch p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .wickedwretch {width:400px;border:1px solid #5a6e60;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... wretch.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:200px;background-color:#131f2a;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:"Trebuchet MS", tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#3e4b4d;} </style>
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