Post by Moony on Feb 18, 2009 16:31:27 GMT -5
TOAST!
"When life gives you lemons, make a toaster and leave everyone wondering... "
"When life gives you lemons, make a toaster and leave everyone wondering... "
Name[/blockquote]
Joa Friday Hae
Alias
Jay, Jae (joa+hae)
Gender
Female
Age
14
1 Sentence
A little girl who has broken wings and is creating her own.
Always make sure the toast is nice and brown and toasty.
[/color][/center]Summary
(I stink at describing but here we go)
Joa is petite and short in size, with her long pigtails half her size. Since she seldom comes to Aerie in other seasons except summer, she wears light, comfortable clothes. Dresses, jumpers, and short sweatshirts are her favorites, with lots of different patterns and colors! For her hair, she usually wears a headband and two ribbons--alternating colors based on the days of the week. Monday was red, tuesday was orange, yellow for wednesday, and so on.
She carries around a big contraptions all the time, after she lost her wings. This makes her feel safe and prepared. And if she doesn't have her big bag... she wears a jacket with lots of pockets and fills her pockets with... that's a secret.
Race
Gifted; human.
Special
Has wings, and is able to fly.
To help her fly, she can resist in semi-extreme pressure and temperature and can see and notice the background around her even when she is at high speed.
But it has to be fluffy and soft inside.
[/color][/center]Personality
→ Lighthearted & carefree
Most of the time, her personality is lively, upbeat, and fun-loving. Her heart is light and her world is carefree, laughing off problems, but however if there were problems... she'd try her best to make everything her way. She leads her life as an adventure--everything with a little bit of spice!
→ Creative & Intelligent
Joa talks her way into things and she talks her way out of things. Oh, and out of things such as her own mischievous plans and inventions.
→ Confident
Joa's skills vary up and down--there are only a few things that she is good at... other things simply frustrate her. Despite those things, she's still a confident person.
→ Willpower
She makes the best out of everything and she certainly tries her best on things she thinks ‘matters’. Her goals are clearly fixed; and she does her best to secure that result.
→ Loyal
If there is a friend next to her and someone is saying something bad about her—she’s the type that would stand up for the friend and even beat up the accuser if she felt like it. She is easygoing most of the time, but there are few special people, morals, and beliefs that she will fight for.
weaknesses
→ Eccentric
But, do to her gentle looks, sometimes she’s mistaken as the gentle, lazy, light-hearted girl. But don’t be fooled—she’s wild and crazy and weird!
→ Troublemaker
Yup. Have evil plans. Doesn’t care about rules. Unless they’re her rules. Does whatever whenever she wants. Too confident. A risk-taker.
→ Childlike & Naïve
She maybe smart for her age, but there’s not a lot that she knows. Compared to the things that she doesn’t know—she is pretty insignificant on her experiences and wisdom. She’s the clumsy klutz, making mistakes everywhere.
→ Demanding
When she gives a task... she expects almost everything to be carried out and to the best effort. She wants the best for her and her clan--she understands sometimes, but things have to be done and carried out.
→ Spontaneous
She comes off quite randomly throughout time, with random plans and random ideas. Sometimes she is calm and lazy; sometimes she’s at breakneck speed.
→ Violent
It's not like she has fits or anything or violent at the gory-killing level, no nothing like that--but a lot of her practical jokes involve violence, especially people she can joke around with. Sometimes a bit selfish... and sadistic.
Once there was a toast that got 0.23% eaten and was sent to a different planet... his name was Eatme...
[/color][/center][/color][/center]
Story- - - - - - - - skim through it - - - - - - - - - -
She was born in grandma's house and loved the small, tight yet earthy home ever since. Her parents sent to many "educational" daycare intuitions--thinking they hit two birds with one stone, her education and her time. She was smart and she had a lot of things in her hands, but she was lonely at times. She didn't fit in with the other kids at daycare and sometimes didn't feel "right" in the boisterous city of Toastyness.
Grandma Celli lived a little windmill, colors and deigns her own grandfather had brushed, with an acre of land, filled with different types of flowers they had to sell piece by piece to live. Grandpa set up a small shop in the Featheralley of Apple Town, named "Click&Funny Shop" a cafe and a flower shop. It was his surprise present, to quit their boring, busy jobs and enjoy life. Grandma refused. But before opening the shop... grandpa died of a stroke and old age. Joa's grandmother continued her life and started the shop a year after that...
Ever since then, her parents sent her to her grandmother's house every summer; Joa would help her loneliness and she would help Joa's loneliness too. And her grandmother loved her and she knew of Joa's wings. Her parents knew too... but they were concerned, bothered. But Celli thought the opposite, as a blessing. She too had a power that she did not know of; a power that attracted lost objects and people.- - - - - - - - start reading - - - - - - - - - -
Joa first started flying at the age of eight. She never dared to fly in the city, but in Aerie, where there were lots of hiding places, she was free. It was a wild yet a tranquil experience. To fly, to see until the people were ants, until the world changed to a color you've never seen before at a different tilt! Flying was a fuel to her inventions. And grandma didn't care, but just had a 7PM flying curfew.
She never knew her purpose of her wings. They were just there... and if they were there--why not use them? But, she found an anonymous message stuck on her window, "to never to fly over a crowd." Joa just believed that it was just a coincidence. "Flying", hah, they don't know what it is, not as I do! And it was one day that when she returned late from her friends, at 7:01 PM (*le gasp*), but she found that her grandmother wasn't there in the house. Or the acre. Or the neighbors. Or the shop. Funny. She never missed "The Office" at 7.
Something was wrong... her grandmother was in trouble! There was no time to think, no time to devise a machine. Was her grandma hiding...? Kidnapped? No, the letter in her window was too much to be a coincidence now. Was this something to keep her away from flying and finding granny? But, no, it was stupid. Who in the right mind would actually give her a "hint"? Running was slow and her brain felt slow--she could never find her. She needed to be a bird to see everything... She flew above, but not that high or she would lose visual. Her wings spread as wide to her hands, jumping over buildings, maybe this is why her wings were created for. Joa was eleven at the time and with a loose jump, she flew across Aeropolis—and found grandma drowning... it didn’t matter why she was, but she was here. And she was here.- - - - - - - - end it skimming - - - - - - - - - -
And that's when she woke up. She'd always wanted to be a superhero, but not this way. It was a relief... it was hot and she was sweaty and she crawled downstairs to the smell of crepes. Grandma Celli's gray eyes looked tired but had the same happy glint. She smiled back.
And stretched--but something felt wrong. Just to make sure that note wasn't correct and everything was okay, she flew that morning. It somehow felt harder, but that's how it was when she was tired. No big deal.
The next morning. Flying was harder, but still manageable. She felt sick.
The next next morning. Now, it started to bother her... flying was a struggle, a pain.
The 18th morning. It was then she really began to accept what she knew days ago. She couldn’t fly.
When summer ended, her dull wings were still there, lifeless and useless, tucked inside. But her grandmother helped, how sometimes in life you get stuff and you’re just happy for it. Just like how grandpa came and went. Then, she started creating with whatever she got. Piles of trash, screws gained from old toys and junk—
but she was still solving this mystery. Whatever happened in her dream was real, the cause for her dead wings.You can also put butter and jam etc on the toast.
Home
Syrup Farms (lives in a windmill, next to a small acre, where her grandma has flowers)
Also with her grandma and a group of volunteers, has a cafe, the "Click&Funny Shop".
Occupation
Student.
Contact
Phone.
[/size]
