Difference between revisions of "Genesis"
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*Career: Money can make dreams come true if slipped into the right ears and hands of a bustling market. He found himself placing money into the hands of those able to teach him how to cut, design, silver smith and detect fraud in jewels and jewelry as a whole. Some well-placed investments gained him assess to supplies needed to begin designing his own jewelry and open a small business within the market as well as online. In order to ensure his activity wasn't found out by his family, he adopted the name of "Genesis" to use for his business in the event something would take a turn for the worse and not end up risking his family's name nor the inheritance. | *Career: Money can make dreams come true if slipped into the right ears and hands of a bustling market. He found himself placing money into the hands of those able to teach him how to cut, design, silver smith and detect fraud in jewels and jewelry as a whole. Some well-placed investments gained him assess to supplies needed to begin designing his own jewelry and open a small business within the market as well as online. In order to ensure his activity wasn't found out by his family, he adopted the name of "Genesis" to use for his business in the event something would take a turn for the worse and not end up risking his family's name nor the inheritance. | ||
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*Money: The world of the elite opens doors to many possibilities to line one's pocket. The right word whispered in the ear at a party, the flash of jewelry shown that makes another jealous wanting their own special piece to impress their friends, the fashion model who wants the accent piece to go with their outfit to showcase their runway walk, it was all too easy at times. He began to travel to jewelry expos around the world showcasing his designs, taking contracts with various individuals from private collectors to even making contact with museums interested in restoration piece work or ensuring their collections didn't have fraudulent display pieces. | *Money: The world of the elite opens doors to many possibilities to line one's pocket. The right word whispered in the ear at a party, the flash of jewelry shown that makes another jealous wanting their own special piece to impress their friends, the fashion model who wants the accent piece to go with their outfit to showcase their runway walk, it was all too easy at times. He began to travel to jewelry expos around the world showcasing his designs, taking contracts with various individuals from private collectors to even making contact with museums interested in restoration piece work or ensuring their collections didn't have fraudulent display pieces. | ||
*Lifestyle: World travel, high society social events, private parties, and enjoying the various arts became a common theme for him. It wasn't uncommon to find him at underground parties indulging in drugs, sexual encounters, or behind a bar learning how to mix up drinks that were considered works of art to be consumed. | *Lifestyle: World travel, high society social events, private parties, and enjoying the various arts became a common theme for him. It wasn't uncommon to find him at underground parties indulging in drugs, sexual encounters, or behind a bar learning how to mix up drinks that were considered works of art to be consumed. | ||
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*Crash and Burn: Life is good until the party ends. Especially when one doesn't expect to have crashers looking to take the party to a different realm. No one tends to hear or notice people who go missing at underground parties. Dark areas, loud music, hazy air of drugs being used, all too convenient covers for a band of privateers to use. No one misses the person assumed to be off in a dark hallway getting lucky, maybe they needed the restroom, fresh air, or left the party. The music blazing on till dawn and the party continues on while those chosen few realize this very well may be their last memory of this world. | *Crash and Burn: Life is good until the party ends. Especially when one doesn't expect to have crashers looking to take the party to a different realm. No one tends to hear or notice people who go missing at underground parties. Dark areas, loud music, hazy air of drugs being used, all too convenient covers for a band of privateers to use. No one misses the person assumed to be off in a dark hallway getting lucky, maybe they needed the restroom, fresh air, or left the party. The music blazing on till dawn and the party continues on while those chosen few realize this very well may be their last memory of this world. | ||
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==<font style="color: #997317;">Durance</font>== | ==<font style="color: #997317;">Durance</font>== | ||
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* No one expects to find out that fairy tales are indeed far more grim and far darker than any childhood story or fable spoke about the Fae. There isn't fairies dancing around toad stool rings, no shining high elves from Tolkien, nor will anyone save you. If you are lucky maybe the Keeper who looks like they are sizing up a meal won't look too closely in the cage you find yourself crammed within in a market that makes the meat markets look clean. A market deep in the hedge with only enough light to see shadows of forms walking past to peer into cages of humans freshly caught and some don't even bother to look simply pointing at cages to be taken away into the depths of the hedge never to be seen again. | * No one expects to find out that fairy tales are indeed far more grim and far darker than any childhood story or fable spoke about the Fae. There isn't fairies dancing around toad stool rings, no shining high elves from Tolkien, nor will anyone save you. If you are lucky maybe the Keeper who looks like they are sizing up a meal won't look too closely in the cage you find yourself crammed within in a market that makes the meat markets look clean. A market deep in the hedge with only enough light to see shadows of forms walking past to peer into cages of humans freshly caught and some don't even bother to look simply pointing at cages to be taken away into the depths of the hedge never to be seen again. | ||
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+ | *What now becomes a story of a hell that not even Steven King could begin to understand. No doll is creepy anymore, no slasher movie inspires the fear to be unable to sleep at night. Instead, one learns that true fear is being told you are no longer human. It is here where I found myself left with only my created name to cling to as my last memory of earth as everything else fell away into the madness of the hedge. I found myself being dragged forward before a Keeper that was half man, half dragon. | ||
==<font style="color: #997317;">Skills for Hire</font>== | ==<font style="color: #997317;">Skills for Hire</font>== |
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