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Mar. 3rd, 2012 05:55 pmYour Name: Lin
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AIM: syntheticxcasty
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NAME: Ira Pololanik
HANDLE: chemistDichotomy
TITLE: Thief of Time
LOCATION: London, England
PLANET: Land of Rifts and Echoes
MOON: Prospit
AGE: Fifteen
QUIRK:
geneRal lack of capItalIzatIon, baRRIng two letteRs she claIms to be stuck.
tends to be a bIt on the concIse sIde, and prefeRs to watch heR punctuatIon - though she’s no nazI about It.
heR emotes have the bangs swept to one sIde, lIke so o_o\\, =~=\\, u~u\\, to dIstInguIsh heR fRom heR sIblIng fuRther.
STRIFE SPECIBI: Swordkind (half of the SwrdnShldkind)
FETCH MODUS: Chemistry Modus -- In order to retrieve items from her sylladex, Ira must recall what the chemical makeup of that item is. It’s a fun mental puzzle, but is very difficult and irritating in a pinch. Hopefully upon upgrades it would allow her to be more vague (“It..probably isn’t milk.”).
RELATIONS:
GUARDIAN: Aunt
SIBLING:Ria-- I mean. Undecided.
PATRON TROLL: Undecided.
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FONT COLOR: #A47C45, let’s call it Sepia.
SYMBOL: Here
Abilities:
Personality:
History:
INTRODUCTION:
Your name is Ira Pololanik. You have INTERESTS that suitably mirror your BELOVED SISTER’S -- most notably, CHEMISTRY and a minor interest PHOTOGRAPHY spurred on by your guardian. The pair of you also think that FASHIONS OF BYGONE AGES are pretty spiffy. But first and foremost, you enjoy SPENDING TIME WITH YOUR SISTER, RIA. The two of your are nigh inseparable, and being apart from her leaves you SULKY AND MISERABLE until you are reunited once more.
It has extended far enough that no room in your house is without a way for you to SEE ONE ANOTHER AT ALL TIMES. Even your combination KITCHEN/LABORATORY SET UP i separated by a clear, but heavy, curtain. You simply could not imagine doing anything without her.
Your chumhandle is chemistDichotomy and your speech is a fIttIng mIRRoR to youR sIsteR’s, RIght down to those stupId stuck keys.
Contact:
AIM: syntheticxcasty
Plurk:
NAME: Ira Pololanik
HANDLE: chemistDichotomy
TITLE: Thief of Time
LOCATION: London, England
PLANET: Land of Rifts and Echoes
MOON: Prospit
AGE: Fifteen
QUIRK:
geneRal lack of capItalIzatIon, baRRIng two letteRs she claIms to be stuck.
tends to be a bIt on the concIse sIde, and prefeRs to watch heR punctuatIon - though she’s no nazI about It.
heR emotes have the bangs swept to one sIde, lIke so o_o\\, =~=\\, u~u\\, to dIstInguIsh heR fRom heR sIblIng fuRther.
STRIFE SPECIBI: Swordkind (half of the SwrdnShldkind)
FETCH MODUS: Chemistry Modus -- In order to retrieve items from her sylladex, Ira must recall what the chemical makeup of that item is. It’s a fun mental puzzle, but is very difficult and irritating in a pinch. Hopefully upon upgrades it would allow her to be more vague (“It..probably isn’t milk.”).
RELATIONS:
GUARDIAN: Aunt
SIBLING:
PATRON TROLL: Undecided.
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FONT COLOR: #A47C45, let’s call it Sepia.
SYMBOL: Here
Abilities:
As the more logical half, Ira has a bend towards chemistry and scientific fields. She has been known to produce half a litre of napalm in the time it takes her sibling to bake and construct a cake, and quite enjoys it. On top of this, she seems to have an uncanny knowledge of her twin’s thoughts and emotions, almost as instantly as they happen.
Personality:
As one half of a whole, some things about Ira seem to be missing, and those traits that she does exhibit are blaring and a bit overplayed. In particular, this comes in her form of scientific interest and lack of immediate emotional response. Ira takes the time to think things out, and very rarely acts on impulse. She prefers to have ample time to think about things and locks up when pressured to make snap decisions.
She often comes across as the less emotional of the twins -- though she’s also the one to be wary of in the long term, as she has a tendency to remember every wrong doing and never let them go. Her normal speech tends to lean on sarcastic, and her humor is incredibly dry when it rears its head at all. She tends to have trouble remembering things in the short term, and as thus must usually rely on her twin or a series of post-it notes to remind her of what she was doing or who a new face or screen name is.
History:
Ira and her sister, Ria, were raised by their fashion photographer Aunt, which mostly just meant they spent their early years whipped to and fro with her in travel up until they reached school age, where she purchased a nice home just outside of London to place them at so that they could begin attending primary. Although she missed the thrill of travelling, seeing the world and places where history happened, Ira personally was happy to have a stable place of residence to begin giving their personal touches -- and a place of learning that wasn’t the questionable wisdom of makeup artists and models.
In the years since, they’ve turned their home into a twin-friendly paradise of glass walls and transparent curtains -- as well as accidentally destroyed and scrambled to rebuild sectors of it during a few crazy incidents. They were usually pretty good about going to school up until this year, where it sort of just slipped their mind in excitement for the upcoming game.
INTRODUCTION:
Your name is Ira Pololanik. You have INTERESTS that suitably mirror your BELOVED SISTER’S -- most notably, CHEMISTRY and a minor interest PHOTOGRAPHY spurred on by your guardian. The pair of you also think that FASHIONS OF BYGONE AGES are pretty spiffy. But first and foremost, you enjoy SPENDING TIME WITH YOUR SISTER, RIA. The two of your are nigh inseparable, and being apart from her leaves you SULKY AND MISERABLE until you are reunited once more.
It has extended far enough that no room in your house is without a way for you to SEE ONE ANOTHER AT ALL TIMES. Even your combination KITCHEN/LABORATORY SET UP i separated by a clear, but heavy, curtain. You simply could not imagine doing anything without her.
Your chumhandle is chemistDichotomy and your speech is a fIttIng mIRRoR to youR sIsteR’s, RIght down to those stupId stuck keys.
