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By The Doors
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A bird outside my door.
Or was it the little avian in the cage I keep?
The room echoes stillness...
It's quiet...Once again
My cat, he lays dorment on the floor.
I can no longer hear the bird...In its jail house...
The wired container I keep near the window.
Its cage is still
Its breath is nill
And I can't help but...
Smile
Apon
Its...
Death
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Name: Eliasno Nathaniel Cynders Alias: Elias Pronunciation: El-ee-ahs Gender: Male  Age: 36 yrs old Speices: Lupe Brush:Blue ---------- Height: 5ft 10in Weight: 160 lbs Build: Average Fur Type: Fuzzy Fur color: Blue Eye color: light blue Dominant hand: Ambridexertous ---------- Birthday: June 1st, 1973 Star Sign: Gemini Zodiac sign: Ox Accent: Faintly Spanish Languages: English, Spanish Occupation: Actor Faults: Mentally Unstable ----------- Mother: Deceased Father: Deceased Offspring: None Siblings: Claire Petpet: Charles the Anglepuss Status:Single
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Then Reginald appeared. He was a diminutive Gelert with a bright mind and plans.
He too was in the same boat as we. He and his mother had always lived on the streets. Then only a few years ago she passed on, leaving Regi behind.
He became a con artist, mastering all sorts of ways to get money. Together we banned, stealing money from others. whether it was conning, or pick pocketing.
After the years of leaning one another we became great friends, us three. Sure, Regi was unreliable, he only cared what benefited himself.That and obtaining more money. Yet once you've been through it all with him. Well I can't think of a better friend. I was, indeed, his only friend. The only person not afraid of his trickery and sly ways. We lived mildly comfortable for awhile until it happened...
The day I died
It was a very moving experience, I can tell you.
Though it ripped me away from my loved ones.
I've gained so much in return.
I remember that doomed day so well:
There was a car compound located near the ocean side. It was secluded by a large wire fence. Most of the cars were tampered with by other teens. It was so easy to get to, and no one could see you out there. Claire was sleeping in a large beatnik van, this was our home at the time.
Regi was messing with a car trying to pull out parts to salvage for more money.
We did it all the time, only I just sat back and watched. I knew nothing of cars like he did and was afraid I'd mess up. Regi had walked away from the car to get more tools. Then there an explosion. A deafening noise fired everywhere, intense heat and pain shot at me...Then there was a massive bright light and everything went black.
There was only blackness, and pain. I felt a lot of pain, immensely in my stomach. It also felt like someone was jabbing me repetitively with small knives everywhere. I could hear seagulls.... So many seagulls
Then I was forced awake, A small calico cat looking at me. Birds were flying everywhere...And there was a metal pole impaled in my stomach. Regi and Claire were no where to be seen, though I could hear an ambulance nearby.
My cat Charles... That's how I got him. He saved my life, jumping on me waking me up and scaring away the seagulls who were trying to eat me. He's a hero this cat is.
I never saw life the same way...
I am...
I am above everyone else now.
I see the mutation every being holds and everything that is wrong with their lives.
Everybody is imperfect.
Before I was blind.
But now through my rebirth....
I can see it...
But what happened to me after this?
well, after being reborn, I was adopted by Mama Maria. Mama...was...A little strange. She lived in the middle of nowhere and knew little English, just Spanish. I was forced to learn the language just to communicate with her. She was murderous... How she was not locked up in an asylum.. I don't know. And it's a shame such a creature was left to walk the world so freely. The insane.. They're frightening, aren't they?
I know she killed others, or at least dealt in torture. I'm sure of it. House guests and relatives seemed to disappear. Then shortly after that, all the furniture would get upholstered. I've always had suspicions about that.
And she had..
BIRDS!!
So many birds how I hated those birds. She had all kinds...
You could not go into a room without a bird staring back at you. I'd like to say she had over thirty-two birds in total. And they ate flesh... Yes flesh...
As I said mama wasn't all there, she fed her birds meat. One might question, 'Where did she get the food?' well I cannot be certain.
But those missing guests often come to my mind every time I fed them.
Yes, I was the one to feed them, not she... Those evil birds... I remember it greatly. They'd bite at me, trying to eat my hands as well as their food.
..... Just like those seagulls.
Now as you might of guessed it, Mama is not a cat person. In fact she hated them with a passion. But I was not about to allow her to ruin it for me. My cat was my only friend. So I hid Charles away in my room... Again he was my savior. He'd kill any of those little beasts that entered my room. That threatened to attack me even after feeding time was over.
My life besides that was mundane. It was the same thing everyday. Mama and I didn't do anything together we just existed with one another. Yet I felt like I had a purpose for being adopted. So in fear, as soon as I hit eighteen years old I took my cat and left. I went to drama school to be an actor. I had always loved doing plays in school. I enjoyed that welcomed world of make believe.
It was so predictable.
So safe.
I did not wish to become some famous actor. There didn't seem to be any joy in that. I love the small theaters. Instead of staying at home, watching T.V. as a teen, I ventured out and would watch plays at the local theater. I suppose one could call me a drama nerd.
Why this career though?
I know it's obvious I love the arts...But my reason is so much more.
In these lands of make believe, everyone's faults vanishes...
I also enjoy playing the role of the hero..
Everyone loves the hero.
I'm the hero...And everyone loves me.
A perfect beautiful person to humanity.
Me
Eh heh...
heheheheheheheheh....
This is Charles, my own personal angel. He was an odd little Anglepuss, lacking wings and all. For some bizarre reason his halo has fallen off, I keep it with me now seeing as I can't take him anywhere. Charles enjoys staying home and hates other people. He knows me so well, and listens to me. Although he is old, he's still just as playful as the kitten he used to be. Charles spends most of his days napping in his cat-bed or sitting in my lap. He loves attention and hates it when I don't give him any.
It's so funny how flustered it makes him.
His favorite of all pass times is bothering birds.
Oh I do enjoy watching him frighten them so. Thus I often have a bird in a little cage by the window. That way Charles and I have entertainment. It's a little conflicting, seeing as I hate the beasts .
Though it's a good way to exact my revenge on them.
It's such a delight to watch them cower in fear and to watch them suffer. Just like how they made me suffer all those years before.
Oh terribly sorry. I got off topic. I tend to do that. Anyway, I've already mentioned Charles several times before. About how he saved my life so many times. Waking me up from the dead. Not to mention protecting me from Mama's birds. I don't know WHAT I'll do when he passes on. He's such a dreadfully old feline. Yet he's strong as an ox, I don't think he'll be going anywhere soon. He won't leave me, Charles knows how important he is to me. I'd be lost without my little angel cat. He keeps me save, and makes my life better with his silly little cat antics. Everyone should have a pet just like him. So loyal and well behaved....
I treasure myself on the few hobbies I have. Not only do they make me interesting... Well it makes me creative. I am an art genius... Well in my own standards I am. If I'm not doing one hobby, I'm often doing another. There's hardly a time that I'm not doing one. Only when I sleep and eat... Oh and of course my quiet time, sitting and lounging on the couch with Charles.
Of course you already know of my acting. I love to act, As soon as one play is finished I try to make it into another. That's why I never really worked for just on theater. I didn't want to wait around for one to make up their minds , not when another one in the next town was seeking actors.
Though I have found one, about an hour away from my home, that I adore going to. They tend to work on more interesting plays.
Not to mention I'm quite partial to an actress there.
Though I'm sure that doesn't interest you the least.
Either way, acting will always be a big part of my life.
I'm often at work acting or at home practicing my lines. Charles often stares at me funny when I act home. Just the joys of owning a cat I suppose.
| I'm also quite proud of my poetry. I've always been into reading. I enjoy reading long detailed novels. However, much to my displeasure, I lack this talent. So instead I've taken a fancy to writing poems. Though I find paper to be a little to restricting for my tastes. So instead I often take a large black marker and write on my walls. My more meaningful poems I write in blood. My own to be exact, I'm shamed to say I always seem to being hurting myself. Mainly just the palm of my hands for some odd reason. I'd rather not speak much of it though, it's one of my flaws and I don't like it. Either way, my poems are anything but flawed. My job and everyday life often inspire me. Sometimes I think of a new poem right before I get home. Much to my disdain I often have to write these down on paper first. I then come home and choice a spot on my wall and write. Lately I've been a lazy, and just tacking the paper on the wall, or sticking it to the fridge.More or less, each one means so much to me, go ahead and walk around and read some. I don't mind at all. |
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My other talent is taxidermy. I learned the basics of it though the Internet. I then just slowly developed tricks and such on my own. Now I'm not one to brag, but I'm quite good at it for just a beginner. Though I lack all the proper tools. So I often just use plush toy cotton for the stuffing.
But I feel like I'm doing fine on my own. I believe one is considered a true artist if they perfect talent talent without any aide from a teacher. I am far from perfecting this art. However, it is an enjoying hobby so this doesn't bother me much. I just know if I had the needed told I could be better... But I'm a little shy about most of my taxidermy. I just don't feel comfortable knowing those store clerks know of my pastime. It's silly I know...
Anyway, my favorite subject is birds... I love knowing their dead as door knobs...
Eh hehhehheh....
I also love making scenery with my 'sculptures'. Usually I keep the sceneries at home in my apartment, or in the underused storage shed. Seeing as I'm not fond of people judging my work that much. Though lately I've been setting up scenes around town for everyone to see. All the news casts about them are amusing, I can only imagine people love the quality of my work. It's slowly gaining me confidence. My latest project is I'm stuffing a bird of each of the species Mama had. Then putting them all in the same tree. I've already got the perfect tree picked out.....
Claire: My baby sister...I-I have no clue where you are little Claire. It feels my heart with such dread that I'll never see her again. The world is so very vast and isn't likely that I would run into her. She was very young when I got separated from her. There was still so much I wanted to teach her. Let alone how badly I feel knowing I cannot protect her as I once did. She was a very lively little girl, she took a lot have Reginald. Sly, deceiving, and could manipulate anyone to get what she wanted. Though unlike Regi she was such a sweet child. Always thinking of myself or Regi before herself, and helping others when it counted. Oh how I miss her.
Rifted: Rift is now my best amigo. I can actually sit down and share my taxidermy with him, and he does not judge it badly. In fact he is intrigued and finds me quite talented for it. He's an old worldly gentleman type, his home is grand and full of antiques. I know he must think poorly of my living space. It's a bit of a mess after all. Rift deals in the sport of hunting. Mainly of other neopets for a trophy he keeps in a book. I honestly could care less, but he seems to think it makes him crazy. I can't see how, he's just having a spot of fun.
Fia: More about Fia soon
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