I'd love to state the obvious; this is -waves wand- rosemboi's petpage application for the beautiful DuKaciama. This is my very first application for an adoption, let alone my first attempt at the wonders and mysteries of coding and collating all these crazy things together. I hope I've done alright! So I've thoroughly thought over and over about what I should include in my application that will allow myself to convey my lifestyle, attitude and style to neopets.
Behind the screen
Basically, this is a selfish section for myself, so you get to know the girl across the world, behind the computer screen. I will split this into two sections, myself in the so called 'real world' and myself on the internet. However, they're not much different!
The real world
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Neo-life
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Let me tell you a little story
Let's look in the mirror. Really look at your face. Look at your eyes, your mouth.
This is what you think you know best.
Your skin comes in three basic layers. What you can touch is the stratum corneum, a layer of flat, dead skin cells pushed up by the new cells under them. What you feel, that greasy feeling, is your acid mantle, the coating of oil and sweat that protects you from germs and fungus. Under that is your dermis. Below the dermis is a layer of fat. Below the fat are the muscles of your face. Maybe you remember all this from art school, from Figure Anatomy 201. But then, maybe not. When you pull up your upper lip--when you show that one top tooth, the one the museum guard broke--this is your levator labii superioris muscle at work. Your sneer muscle. Let's pretend you smell some old stale milk. Imagine your best friends just abandoned you for an erratic shot at stardom. Imagine you have to go out in the night's cold breeze by ones self. Pretend you still care, nether the less everyone watching and knowing, under those pursed lips and jagged flicks of hair, you never really did.
Does any of this ring a bell? When a normal person, some normal innocent person who sure as anything deserved a lot better, when he comes home from waiting tables all day and finds his single father still hasn't returned home after leaving abruptly five days ago, and he screams, this is simply his orbicularis oris stretched to the very limit. That deep crease from each corner of your mouth to your nose is your nasolabial fold. Sometimes called your "sneer pocket." As you age, the little round cushion of fat inside your cheek, the official anatomy word is malar fat pad, it slides lower and lower until it comes to rest against your nasolabial fold--making your face a permanent sneer. This is just a little refresher course. A little step-by-step. Just a little brushing up. In case you don't recognize yourself. Now frown. This is your triangularis muscle pulling down the corners of your orbicularis oris muscle. Pretend you're a twelve-year-old boy who loved his father like crazy. You're a little preteen boy who needs his dad more than ever before. Who counted on his father always to be there. Imagine you go to bed crying every night, your eyes clamped shut so hard they swell. The "orange peel" texture of your chin, these "popply" bumps are caused by your mentalis muscle. Your "pouting" muscle. Those frown lines you see every morning, getting deeper, running from each corner of your mouth down to the edge of your chin, those are called marionette lines. The wrinkles between your eyebrows, they're glabellar furrows. The way your swollen eyelids sag down is called ptosis. Your lateral canthal rhytides, your "crow's-feet," are worse every day and you're only twelve years old for heavens sake. Don't pretend you don't know what this is about. This is your face.
Now, smile. if you still can.
This is your zygomatic major muscle. Each contraction pulls your flesh apart the way tiebacks hold open the drapes in your living room -blocked- The way cables pull aside a theater curtain, your every smile is an opening night. A premiere. You unveiling yourself. Now, smile the way an elderly mother would when she loses her son over a feisty, brutal custody battle. Smile and pat the hand of his wife and his preteen son and tell them not to worry--everything really will work out for the best. Just keep smiling and pin up your long gray hair. Go play bridge with your old gentleman friends. That huge horrible wad of fat you see hanging under your chin, your jowls, getting bigger and jigglier every day, that's submental fat. That crinkly ring of wrinkles around your neck is a platysmal band. The whole slow slide of your face, your chin and neck is caused by gravity dragging down on your superficial musculo-aponeurotic system. Sound familiar?
If you're a little confused right now, relax. Don't worry. All you need to know is this is your face. This is what you think you know best.
If you're reading this, welcome back to reality. This is where all that glorious, unlimited potential of your youth has led. All that unfulfilled promise. Here's what you've done with your life.
Deciphering DuKaciama
Name: DuKaciama
Meaning: The thought or feeling of evanescence.
Appearance: Short in height but proportional, big adoring brown glassy eyes, thick shiny black hair, button nose, prominent stance and strong facial features.
Personality: Ambivalent, kooky, jagged but a strong essence of knowledge and empathy.
Likes: Cinematography, newts, banana cake, American culture, anime, sushi, honesty, heat packs, reptiles, Ixi's, peace, debates, law, psychology, iPod, Gnorbu's, literature, intelligence, karma, forests, drawing, art, physics, reading, computers, homework and oceans.
Dislikes: Grarrls, inadequatecy, loudness, extroverts, pessimists, horror movies and peas.
Values: Family, trust, honesty, hard work, education, humbleness and mystery.
Poetry Written by rosemboi
Everything you thought you knew,
was a lie.
Everything you fought so hard for,
was denied.
Everything you thought you knew,
was my creation.
Everything you thought was truth,
was my interpretation.
Every story I ever shared,
was my articulation.
Every word I ever said,
led to my damnation.
I wore my scars proud;
not on my arms,
but my heart.
I walked unholy ground;
it was bliss,
tore me apart.
I kept treading deeper waters;
soon to surround me,
drown me.
I kept spinning perfect webs,
soon to tangle me,
strangle me.
I was a spider.
I was a weaver.
I was a sinner;
You, a believer.
I was a spider,
perfectly taught.
A weaver of a web
without flaw.
A drug so comforting
it became a web.
I, addicted,
became the thread.
I was a spider;
you, a fly.
Now I am poison,
killing the lie.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
As the pictures above present, I have plans for all three Grey pet's to have his and her different petpet's plus petpetpet's. I've not yet completed the petpetpet's for Con or Banches as I've only recently started to save up my neopoints after buying the lab map. I tend to spend my neopoints faster than I make them, unfortunately.
Instead of showing you my wishes and plans for only DuKaciama, I've decided to allow you to see what's in store for the whole family.
In my gallery, you will be able to see the Gallion I have purchased, which with luck -crosses fingers- will be happily attached to DuKaciama. As you can probably determine with my drawings, that I am in no way an artist. However my passion lies with writing and I have every intention of building and creating more stories, or strengthening the story of DuKaciama so far.
I would love to show you the future stance of my neohome, however, my computer apparently strongly dislikes loading it. So as a downfall for me, showing you that future aspect has proven to be a difficulty for me. I've noticed people really getting excited and telling owner's that they will enter the pet into the Beauty Contest. No doubt, I've thought about entering all of my pet's at some stage. Nevertheless my artistic and creative abilities hinder me greatly. I'm not saying DuKaciama won't be entered into the Beauty Contest, but I don't see the relevance in how that determines a worthy new owner.
That been said, the only certainty I can guarantee you, is that he will be in safe, loving hands no matter the circumstances.
Hence, my plans
Lady the Pirate Gallion.
DuKaciama will be staying in the Neolodge, as I don't really feed my pets.
He will NEVER be converted or set as my active pet. Ever.
The continuation of DuKaciama's story, hopefully becoming a sort of evolution of everchanging flourishing dimensions.
