Eyes like violet sapphires and hair like diamonds, what a most beautiful child to be born. Skin, white, pale gleaming in the light of the hospital, illuminated prism that created an aura around the child. Was this the child of heaven, sent by God itself? Was this child an angel who had descended from the very heavens to bless them? Long white eyelashes, like clear crystal chandeliers, brushing gently across smooth, porcelain like skin. There was a moment of silence, as those looked upon this illuminating newborn, there was no congratulations it was a boy, or it was a girl, just silence. As they stared upon a child made of glass. A name uttered; Stirling. Whether it is in reference to sterling silver or the little star as this decorative child beamed with radiance. Soon to be known as the most expensive babe to be born. In this stage of mental unawareness this babe had no idea what was in store for them. [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjgwLjljZDBkMy5VM1JwY214cGJtY2dRUzRnUW1WaGRXMXZiblEsLjA,/great-victorian.swashed.png[/img][/center] Age: 20 Alias: Reflection Tier: 4 Years in SYNBAD: 11 - With the group prior to SYNBAD and followed Viorel in loyalty to SYNBAD. Gender: Since it will be a matter of debate. Stirling identifies themselves as nonbinary. They prefer They/Them pronouns, more than thought. Medically Stirling is somewhat intersex the chemical compounds in their crystal broke down their reproductive organs. Leaving Stirling rather underdeveloped and very androgynous. They don’t mind being called He/She/Her/His/Him pronouns If they are presenting in such a fashion, but only in manners of their dress. White hair that is somewhat translucent in the light, strands of flexible, diamonds, cut short toaccentuate their boyish youthful face. Diamond earrings dangle from their ears, waterline like flexible clear crystal, long eyelashes like decorative bits of chandelier. Skin that lacks pigmentation, at least traditional pigmentation, in harsh light there is a prism that surrounds them. Very thin and very clear eyebrows, that also shimmer and shine. Everything about Stirling is accentuated by the mineral compounds that exist within them. [hider= In beauty and in grace][center][img]https://image.ibb.co/hscKtT/Mirror.png[/img][/center][/hider] It is clear to anyone who can see Stirling that their body is an underdeveloped in many ways. Somewhat boyish figure, with wide shoulders, that allow them to wear padded shoulder shirts and jackets, giving them a somewhat warrior like appearance, with a thin, sparrow like frame, with invisible feminine elegance to it. With supple lips, with a slight evervescence to them. They have the clumsy body of someone who has not gone through puberty, yet they are thinned frame, and quite long limb and nimble. Standing at 5’7”, 170cm, and weighing around 100 lbs, 45kg. Has always struggled to put on a weight most of their life. [hider= To be defined by myself][center][img]https://image.ibb.co/gUSsV8/Reflection2.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] Wardrobe consist of anything that Stirling likes, They don’t have a specific desire or thought that this is strictly for boys or girls. Though some people complain that Stirling might be a bit like a cosplayer, as they often like to play with dramatic shapes. Military like tops, with big decorative shoulder parts or padding, with slim fitting pants, that accentuate a feminine form. Which dramatically plays off their androgyny. This lack of development has also affected the way they sound to others as well. It’s quite clear that Stirling never grew into their body. With their voice being some androgynous middle range the highest pitch a male’s voice can go, with the lowest pitch a female’s voice can go. Though it isn’t unrefined in anyway. Rather it is quite decent to listen to, despite your brain trying to figure things out in your head about whether or not Stirling is male or female. There’s a slight coarseness to their voice, like listening to someone who may have damaged vocal cords, gravelly though lacking the testosterone it comes off as vocal fry. [hider= To Let go and never Fear][center][img]https://image.ibb.co/g74Hxo/Reflection.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] Personality: Stirling is refined and polished in a way that comes off unnatural. Everything about Stirling is like some “Prince” has entered. Elegant and regal, Stirling likes things in particular ways that please Them. They seem to lack the consideration of others wants, though being with the SYNBAD community for a while Stirling has warmed up to at least them. Though they can still be quite pedantic to strangers and people they just met. People are unsure whether or not Stirling does this to test their limits with the individual or to gauge socially where they can get their way. This last a particularly long time unless someone can earn Stirling’s respect in some way or another form. Very few have done so. Very few understand the recipe that earns Stirling’s respect. A few things that gain Stirling’s attention is not to be treated as an object or a thing, to be treated with respect by another, to be treated to the truth, someone who is strong willed themselves. Stirling doesn’t accept victim’s of their own mind. It’s not that they don’t have a concept of mental illness, Stirling will accept it, but it doesn’t mean Stirling has to respect the individual until they respect themselves. Stirling is firm willed and firm headed, not quite stubborn, but certainly doesn’t like being told they can’t do something or being told No. Stirling finds ways to bend or break the rules, if they feel they are being challenged by another individual. Stirling is extremely set on what they want and prefer to get what they want. This comes as childish to many, though Stirling didn’t get much things growing up and lived a life with no love or concept of desire, now Stirling will not accept anything less. Stirling understands and know they are worth so much more, and will not let others step over them as they have in the past. They are extremely sharp, not necessarily sharp witted, and not necessarily intelligent, but rather they can catch up to speed quite quickly. They notices glances and other behavioral ticks that others do not, which sometimes makes Stirling a bit of a manipulator. Not that they do it quite on purpose because they are a cruel heartless individual, but that manipulation had been a defense mechanism during their turbulent times in their life. Their pedantic and liking of things being specifically done in a way that they prefer is not just not one they place on others, but themselves as well. Stirling is a perfectionist who cannot accept any shortcomings or mistakes, anything they consider a failure they try to readjust, fix and make better. Obsessive with being perfect at every turn, Stirling has a hard time accepting their flaws or failures. And tends to pout or become moody if they are less than successful in a circumstance. Stirling is obsessed with their and others own perfectionism that it blinds them to the real important things about relationships with others. Though it is something Stirling is slowly learning due to the New Breed community they have found themselves in. It isn’t that Stirling is unaccepting of others feelings, they can be quite receptive of others feelings actually. It’s what deeply touches Stirling without them really realizing that’s the case, sometimes often oblivious to those kind of feelings. And while Stirling themselves may be receptive of the way others feels, oblivious and dense to those circumstance they forget to give back to others emotionally. Very few have earned this right from Stirling and it’s genuinely surprising. Despite all these cold, seemingly, unempathetic gestures, Stirling prefers speaking in coded “language”. Instead of saying, I appreciate you or, I love you. They take action to show this. Though it probably is poorly received because no one can quite get the grasp of what Stirling’s meaning is leaving them a gift of flowers, maybe a cake [that they got someone to bake for them], or some kind of physical thing they can give is actual a sign of Stirling’s acceptance. Once you receive gifts from Stirling you have been accepted into their good graces. Skills: Ballet Dancing - Perhaps if you’re lucky you’ll get to see Stirling dance, their long limbs, and oddly flexible body allows them to move with a grace you could only accept from a fairytale. While not a career they pursued, and something forced upon them in the past they move like a professional, perhaps not quite like a professional something more than a professional. Though those who have had the opportunity to watch Stirling dance say they move as if they could walk on air. Fencing - With Stirling’s technique and grace, they learned fencing as well as ballet and ballroom dancing. Anything and everything to make Stirling shine like a polished gem. Everything for its’ refinement and elegance. Fancy footwork, light steps, and dance like movement makes Stirling fencing style seem so much more. Like an artist given who uses a blade rather than paint brush to fend off their attackers. Horseback Riding - Stirling was taught in the skills that would have made them a noble once. More like a circus freakshow, to look beautiful and be gazed upon. Still Stirling is an excellent horse rider, and actually had won his captors a few trophies over the years due to his bond with a horse named Stormy. Diplomacy - Stirling may be a perfectionist and may not know how to engage people in an informal setting, though he learned to talk to the elite and upper class. Stirling is well versed in the ability to delegate a situation if need be, especially one where the group is looking for a particular result. Secondary Language - Stirling speaks a secondary language, he can speak French. Though he'll only do so if it is necessary. He prefers not to speak it because the language brings back uncomfortable parts of his history. Hobbies: Mystery Novels - Stirling has a wide collection of mystery novels, probably one of the reasons they were so interested in joining SYNBAD. Everything they learned from investigation and looking for clues comes from the works on their beautiful bookshelves they asked for. Stirling will read just about anything when it comes to Mystery Novels, they’ll even pick up the inexpensive grocery story novels that aren’t very good and runs a review site dedicated to the books they pick up. Sailboating - It’s probably the only task Stirling enjoyed being thrust upon him at an early age. Due an older gentleman who smelled of Cubans and sometimes rume. He taught Stirling how to amass the sails, and how to actually steer the sailboat. Stirling likes the wind and the feeling of escapism to sail on water, and see the waves. It might even come in handy. Cop Shows - If Stirling’s mystery novels didn’t have all the answers, then Stirling would learn techniques from the many serialized crime dramas that came out in the early 80s on British TV. It’s why some nickname them Little Cop because Stirling on cases likes to imitates the attitudes and behaviors of cop show personalities in real life. [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LjZiNmI2Yi5RMjl0WW1GMElFbHVabTl5YldGMGFXOXUuMAAA/the-slavic-font.regular.png[/img][/center] Weapons: Don’t need them. Equipment: Not needed. Crystal can be used to make things if need be. Fighting Style: Various combat styles. Because Stirling can harden their body,they can use various styles depending on the circumstances. Stirling doesn’t have to harden their whole entire body,they can harden certain parts that are more useful in a given state. Stirling has some training in boxing, they can harden simply their palms and deliver some pretty heavy blows that could otherwise shatter an arm, or some non supernatural individual’s bones. While they also can mix in his fencing if he needs to be more at a distance. They can also fight more roughly and unpolished, crystal spikes forming around them. Base Strength: Stirling themselves are not very strong. They don’t possess unyielding amounts of supernatural strength. At base level Stirling’s strength level is that of an average human, perhaps slightly weaker considering their frame, and lack of body fat, or any musculature which they have trouble gaining. Base Defense Strength: Stirling base defense is above average. It takes a bit of time for Stirling to have even registered that they could have been in fact injured by minimal impact. Minimal impact including such things as a papercut, or someone tapping them too hardly on the back, or someone punching them with their average strength. With Ability Strength: It isn’t that Stirling’s strength changes. It’s simply the substance you’re getting hit with is different. They can bruise the toughest musclehead with a diamond palm. And crush the most average person’s leg or arm with one shattering punch. But Stirling strength level is still at their base strength. With Ability Defense Strength: Stirlings base defense is exceptional when their body has hardened. An average person or a physically athletic person merely just going to shatter their hand on the substance of Stirling’s body. Anyone who is supernatural in strength can fracture Stirling’s defense after a couple of hard hits. And those with insane amounts of super strength are often the ones who do the most damage to Stirling with just one or two hard punches. Endurance: Prime physical endurance. Stirling has the endurance of someone in peak physical form, at a professional athletes level. Because Stirling trains and is naturally active Stirling doesn’t tire as easily as say someone who’s never been fit in their life or trained to do so. This doesn’t, however, suggest that he has a huge pool of stamina like Foster. It just means that Stirling can last a long battle if need be. It takes longer for Stirling to succumb to their injuries, mainly because their oblivious to their pain till it’s really painful. Willpower: Stirling is very tough minded due to their history, like injuries it’s hard for them to succumb to taunting and ravings of people trying to cut them to size. It would seem Stirling has an unbreakable will, but just like they eventually succumb to their injuries, with the right magical words its possible to falter Stirling. Though they are somewhat immune to the powers of psychics, telepaths, their mind reverbs back information only giving the telepath a terrible migraine for trying to read through Stirling. Speed: This is the world Stirling excels. Stirling is quick and nimble, gymnastic in their movements. While they may not move at a speedster speed, they move at supernatural speed that certain individuals could not keep up with. Stirling even increases this speed, by sliding or skating on a thin layer of crystal. {Subzero a good example} Stirling can dance, waltz, around their enemies movements. Turning combat into what seems like an awkward dance with a clumsy partner, and the grace, the skill, that Stirling performs with. Reaction Speed: Quick enough Stirling reflects your movements, it’s like they can see a mirror image of you and react accordingly. Not only is their speed difficult to deal with, their reactionary timing is exceptionally difficult to deal with. Stirling is not directly predicting movements, Stirling is reflecting his enemies movements in his mind, which allows him to gain an understanding of how they’ll move next. [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LjZiNmI2Yi5RV0pwYkdsMGVTQkpibVp2Y20xaGRHbHZiZywsLjAAAA,,/the-slavic-font.regular.png[/img][/center] Name of Ability: Stardust Class: Physical Character Theme: Of course the very image with a name like Stirling is its close resemblance to sterling silver. Though there is another image people don’t get from the name, long ago Stirling was in reference by the Normans as a “Little Star”. Stirling shines in a way that seems unbreakable, a polished image of beauty and firm will to carry on despite the tragedies of life makes Stirling a bright star that others would follow. Stirling guides those and navigates them through their darkness and radiates light to others. Determination is Stirling. Ability Capabilities: Put simply Stirling body has replaced certain things with mineral compounds. Which they can harden in pieces or as a whole to create crystal. Their hair follicles are made of flexible crystal compounds, when aren’t hardened are like touching gel shoe sandals. The keratin in their nails are replaced by mineral compounds. Mineral compounds also swim along red and white blood cells in their blood. Even simpler, crystal manipulation. Qualities of Ability: Mineral Strengthening Every mineral compound in Stirling ability, they can strengthen and harden it into a diamond like consistency. This can be done to in pieces, such as merely strengthening the mineral in a hand to make a diamond like palm. This can be done in pieces, such as strengthening the arm, in order to shape later into a blade. Mineral strengthening is what gives Stirling possibilities in combat or in other circumstances the they would use. Crystal Shaping Stirling has the ability to shape the crystal they strengthen into various things. Claws, blades, crystal nails, and so and so forth. The possibilities are as limitless as the individuals own creativity to get with them. Crystallize Stirling doesn’t just strengthen their own body, they can crystallize things around them. This spreads around them in a small 4 ft circumference. Which they use to manipulate, to slide on it, or around their enemies. Mineral Reformation Stirling’s body cracks, it can break apart, fall apart, shatter, and be crushed. Just like a vase or just like a stalagmite, Stirling can reform their body. Albeit slowly, Stirling can come through most injuries that would otherwise kill an individual. Though not immortal, we’ll discuss that a bit later. They can regrow from anything as long as he has a root to grow from. Strength of Ability The strength of Stirling ability is how various it can be, and how much wiggle room it lends him. The ability is not about overall strength, but what it lends to a creative user who understands it and can use it well. While simple explanations it may seem for the ability, the complexity of the ability comes in how it is used, strategic, and tactical brought up. Weakness of Ability Stirling mineral compounds don’t necessarily agree with their body, something in their chemical compounds killed their reproductive capabilities at an early age. Sometimes Stirling own white cells attack his crystal compounds as invades which leads to Stirling getting sort of sick often, catching the common cold more quickly and more frequently than other members of the New Breed community. And being crystal is not the ultimate defense, Stirling stays far from Bridget because heated dragon lady, that kind of condensed heat melts down crystal, expanded upon in limitations. Though Stirling themselves has trouble with heat, getting too hot could have Stirling collapse or pass out. They also don’t gain much weight, in fact they also have trouble keeping the weight they already have. Skipping a few meals could put Stirling in a poor situation, with more health complications that plague them. Limitations of Ability: Stirling cannot affect others with their crystal, this should be made pretty clear right away. That their crystallization affects what is around them an inorganic material, rather than organic material. Unto regrowth, Stirling cannot come back from the dead. If something kills their brain, or their body shuts down from organ failure than Stirling couldn’t come back from that. They are not immortal. But there is some caveat to that. Just like the chicken that survive its head coming off for a few months, as long as either the brain or the heart is still working or beating Stirling can regrow. As long as Stirling is not theoretically dead, Stirling can regrow. [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LjZiNmI2Yi5TVzFoWjJVZ1lXNWtJRkIxWW14cFl5QlFaWEpqWlhCMGFXOXUuMAAAAAAAAA,,/the-slavic-font.regular.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjk5OWU5Zi5UVzl6ZENCRmVIQmxibk5wZG1VZ1FtRmllU0JUZEc5c1pXNCwuMAAA/angleterre-book.regular.png[/img][/center] [u][b]August 9th, 1997[/b][/u] [center]Column Written by Steven Wilson[/center] [hider= Article]August 8th, 1997 had the hospital in a state of shock when a crystal baby was born here, at St. Claire’s Hospital. Described as a living jewel, with hair made of diamonds, eyelashes made of crystal, skin like white sapphire. It sounds like a fantasy, but the tale is true. Bijou Hiver born just yesterday and already stunning the world with his radiance, his mother unfortunately passed shortly after birth. Silvain Hiver the father fully prepared to be a single father yesterday, has had to face the harsh tragedies of life twice in two days. Silvain came back to the hospital this morning only to find his son missing from the hospital. Silvain speaks with International News Global with this heartbreaking confession, “Yesterday, my wife died giving birth to well, excuse me for such dramatics, angelic child I have seen. I truly believed he were an angel sent down from heaven. I was prepared to be a father right then and there. Now I am begging for anyone who has seen my son to call in and bring him back home to the people waiting to love him.”[/hider] [u][b]August 12th, 1997 [/b][/u] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLmZmZmZmZi5UVzl1SU1PcGRHOXBiR1VnWlhOMElHRnljbWwydzZsbC4w/the-illusion-of-beauty.regular.png[/img][/center] [hider= Snip Journal Entry Sebastian]Christian calls me four days ago and tells me about a child made of crystal. At first I laugh him off, a crystal child. There’s no such thing. Then he sends me a photo. I’m shocked, stunned and awed. No more cheap tricks, no more fakes, and phonies, I truly have a star in the making. I look upon them, and I see nothing, but accomplishing my dreams. Truly an angel from God has been sent down to bless us with what we have been trying to accomplish for years. True, Ivanka may be upset that she’ll be upstaged by a diamond newborn. Yet, I’m close, so close to everything I have worked for, strived for, I finally am deserving with all the hard work I have put forth. [i]Entry 24[/i] - [img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjIyLmZmZmZmZi5VMlZpWVhOMGFXRnVJRWQxYzNSaFptWWcuMAAA/great-day-personal-use.regular.png[/img][/hider] [u][b]November 28th, 2001[/b][/u] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjUzYWJiMi5VSEpoWTNScFkyVWdNeUF0SUZKbGFHVmhjbk5oYkNBdElGTjNZVzQsLjAA/glam-queen.regular.png[/img][/center] [color=red][center]Trigger Warning: Depicts Domesticate abuse and torture[/center][/color] [hider= Cursed Swan] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7v8zxoEoA_Q[/youtube][/center] Sebastian an aging man sits on a metal chair in a bar, Les Mots Romantique, he’s watching a young four year old boy or perhaps it’s a girl dance, choreographed to some music. Sebastian a man with severe sideburns, cut short hair going gray, and wearing a suits makes a cutting motion. “Arrêtez!” he shouts angrily. [Stop] The young child stops, staring at Sebastian. Their eyes widen a bit. “Pardon,” the child replies. “Vous êtes un oiseau, vous êtes destiné à voler,” Sebastian raises his hands high up in the air, making flying motions, and failing at looking graceful. [You are a bird, you are destined to fly] “Oui monsieur,” the child bows. [Yes sir] “Recommencer,” Sebastian waves his hand demandingly. [Restart] Swelling music begins to play once again as the child stands on their tippy toes. Extending out their arm like a doll you wind up in a music box, he began standing pirouette. Before staying perfectly balanced, till one heel touched the ground. The child knew it and so did Sebastian. “Merde! Merde!” Sebastian yells and flips the chair in front of him on the floor, he threateningly points at finger at the child, “Vous mettez cette jambe vers le bas.” he taps his left leg, “et je le prends.” [Shit! Shit!] [You put this leg down] [and I take it] Sebastian angrily fixes the chair he knocked down and sits again, “Recommencer.” The music begins once again and the child performs the same actions as before. Extending out their arms to bow to the audience. Lifting a leg up, keeping perfect to balance on a singular leg. Like a flamingo forced to dance on its talons. They began the standing pirouette, finishing fine and keeping their balance. To extend their arms, when they lost concentration again and the child’s foot came down. Sebastian roars standing up from the chair. The child knows he is good on his word. “S'il vous plaît! Sebastian. Je vais le faire correctement,” the child pleads trying to flee off the stage to calm the man down. [Please! Sebastian. I will do it correctly.] Sebastian grabs the girl’s slender wrist between his large hands and throws the boy onto the floor. The young child tries to scramble on the floor, when he steps on their left leg. “Fais-moi croire que tu es un cygne,” Sebastian tells the child. [Make me believe you’re a swan] “S'il vous plaît! Sebastian,” the child grimaces as Sebastian keeps his weight on the left leg. The door opens. Sebastian looks at whomever walked in. “Christian, donne-moi le marteau et un pic à glace,” Sebastian orders. [Christian, give me the hammer and the ice pick] Sebastian continues to overpower the child. Several minutes pass by. Christian, a younger gentleman in his late twenties, dark hair, walks over with the ice pick and a hammer. Sebastian accepts it with a quiet, “Je vous remercie.” [Thank you] Sebastian points a silent instruction and Christian obeys without a word. Grabbing the young child’s arms, as Sebastian kneels over. Kink! The first strike. “S'il vous plaît!,” the child whimpers. Kink! “S'il vous plaît!,” the child ask again. Sebastian says nothing. Kink! Kink! Minutes pass. Sebastian raises his hand, and pounds the ice pick into harden crystal leg. Skin flakes off like little particles of peach glass to reveal a diamond interior. Kink! The child whimpers. Doesn’t beg any more. Kink! More minutes pass. Sebastian raises his hand once again and strikes the pick with the hammer. He almost has it. Couple more minutes pass. Kink! Kunk! Crrrk! The leg shatters, the pick hits the hard cement ground, the sound of glass scatters across the floor. Sebastian stands up wiping sweat off his brow. Christian looks away. Silent tears, that would fall to the ground, plop, plop. Hardening into pearls. “Maintenant danse,” Sebastian orders the child. [Now dance] “Les enregistrements de la caméra,” Christian remarks. [The camera is still recording] Sebastian glares at Christian. “Éteignez-le. Et recommencez,” Sebastian orders. [Turn it off then. And start it again][/hider] [u][b]June 5th, 2007[/b][/u] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLmZmY2Q4MC5SbXg1YVc1bklFWnlaV1UsLjA,/vtks-academy.regular.png[/img][/center] [hider= A Child's Final Words]A camera has been placed steadily on a tripod, staring at a young child who hasn’t really grown into their body, and yet they have disportionate limbs starting to show. The child’s violet eyes stare intensely at the camera. “Ceci est ma notice nécrologique, si je meurs en essayant cela je veux que quelqu'un reçoit ce message,” the child begins with heavy breath, as if he is whispering, for no one to hear him. It’s night, moonlight is pouring through his windows. [This is my obituary, if I die trying this I want someone to receive this message] “Je ne suis pas ce que cet homme dit que je suis,” the child continues, she stops looking at a door, as if she heard something before she continues, “Il dit qu'il est mon manager, que je viens du ciel. Donc je veux trouver le paradis et exige qu'ils me ramènent.” [I’m not what this man says I’m] [He says that he is my manager, and that I come from heaven. So I want to find paradise and demand them to bring me back.] “Mais partir signifie que je pourrais mourir avant d'y arriver,” they look around once again and try to remain quiet. [But leaving means I could die before I get there] Several minutes pass. “Dites aux anges qu'ils m'ont laissé ici,” the child continues, “dis-leur que l'homme qui a blessé les anges s'appelait Sebastian Gustaff. Dites-leur que je voulais vraiment les rencontrer.” [Tell the angels they left me here] [tell them the man who hurt the angels was named Sebastian Gustaff. Tell them I really wanted to meet them.] They lean in and turn off the camera. Leaving whoever to view the video later to wonder about their fate.[/hider] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjYwLjg2YzllYS5RM0o1YzNSaGJDQkNiM2tnUm05MWJtUSwuMA,,/tex-gyre-adventor.italic.png[/img][/center] [u][b]July 15th, 2007[/b][/u] [center]Column Written by Steven Wilson[/center] [hider= Astonishing News]Ten years ago an astonishing child had disappeared from London without a trace. This child had been known at the time as the most expensive baby. Photos depict a radiating young man, made completely of different crystal minerals. Some even called him an angel from the very heavens. On July 14th, an eye witness noticed the boy before he collapsed and was taken to St. Claire Mercy’s Hospital. The very hospital he was born. “Ay, I was walking the dog when I noticed this boy looking lethargic, I thought nothin’ of it at the time, then he fell to the ground and thought I should call the ambulance,” Shirley Weston speaks to International Global News.[/hider] [u][b]June 17th, 2007[/b][/u] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjYwLmI1YjViNS5VbVYxYm1sMGFXNW5JRUVnUm1GdGFXeDUuMAAAAAAA/tex-gyre-adventor.bold-italic.png[/img][/center] [hider= Awkward Reunions]“Today is a very special Father’s day, Silvain Hiver has not seen his son in over ten years,” a woman says speaking to the camera in front of St. Claire Mercy’s Hospital, “August 9th, 1997 would be the most grueling day of Silvain’s life. I’m Susan Carlson BBCs Insider View correspondent, with a tale of reuniting father and son, but first let’s catch you up to speed.” A flashing, embossed, silver lettering flies across the screen Insider View. A blue screen transition and a snappy woosh sound shows a man in his mid thirties, early forties sitting on a brown suede couch. There’s a calico cat sitting behind him. He has wide cheekbones and a narrow jawline with a pointed chin, with light facial hair. His eyes are blue sapphires, and his skin is caucasian. Susan is sitting across from him, her legs are crossed, there’s two tea glasses on the coffee table, a white cat sitting on her lap. “Your home is lovely,” Susan says. Silvain nods awkwardly and smiles nervous, “Oh zank you. Itzah not teh best, but it’z home.” he laugh nervously and nods. “It’s been ten years since your son's kidnapping, so do you mind running through that day for the audience?” Susan ask smiling. Silvain nods. “We, my wife and myself, wur especting a child, he wouldah have been our ‘irst, but dats not how it worked out,” Silvain replies with a nod, “ ‘irstly our child waz not born dah way we espected. He waz this glowing, gem child. But we cannot predict how itz goin’ turn out. Iz what my wife would say. We called ‘im Bijou. In French it’z meanz Jewel. Our last name means winter. We zought that’z was very fitting.” “That sounds like a lovely name,” Susan says, “So, your wife died.” “Shortly after, yes, it’z not wut we were especting either. I waz very broken hearted, but zere was a life zat I needed to provide. So I told myself, I’d be father, for this child,” Silvain says. “Would you say that you were able to move on?” Susan asked. “No, you cannot move on from sumfin like zat,” Silvain replies, “It took many tolls on me. My family. We had broken souls. How could we?” “What happened after you son was taken?” Susan asked. Silvain looks upset or that he’s trying to hide the fact that recalling these events are painful. “Well Policez took the case,” Silvain said, “Zere waz a look out for ‘im. Zey had footage from dah hospital. But eventually zey said, look there isn’t much to go off of. So they dropped the case.” “That’s unfortunate,” Susan said, Silvain covered his face from the cameras. “Pleaz this is enough,” Silvain says, he’s trying to take off his microphone. “Silvain,” Susans getting up startling the white cat, “Would you like to see your son?” “Zey would not release pictographs, I can’t go through believing - “ She cuts him off handing him a photo. Silvain looks at it. He gasp in shock, placing his hand on his mouth. Tears silently rolling down his face, -it can’t be.” “They really did find him, today is Father’s day and I want to reunite you and your son,” Susan says, “To mend the years of loneliness. For you and him to have a happy future.” “Zat would be wunderful,” Silvain says breathily, “I never thot this day wuld come.” “Well it’s here,” Susan tells him placing a hand on his arm, “Let’s go see him.” A flashing, embossed, silver lettering flies across the screen Insider View. A blue screen transition and a snappy woosh sound. They are standing near a hospital door. Silvain looks nervous, he’s shaking, and looks hesitant. “Go on,” Susan encourages enthusiastically. Silvain opens the door. The camera follows him into a room, with a young individual sitting on a hospital bed. Boy wouldn’t be quite what audiences would describe, neither would they consider girl. Brains trying to scan for any clues as to what they were. “Bijou,” Silvain calls out. The young individual looks startled and confused looking at the man. Their lunch sitting on a tray on the nightstand. “I don’t understand,” the individual says. “Ten years ago you wur taken away from me, I’m ur father,” Silvain inches closer, though he looks worried that his “son” he claims, doesn’t recognize him. “Are you an angel then?” the individual ask. “No, I am ‘ooman. Ur ‘ooman, but special. Zey call it New Breed, you juz got what others ‘ooman don’t have,” Silvain explains. “Well I don’t know you,” the individual replies. “Itz okay, you were taken when you waz ‘ittle,” Silvain says making a tiny gesture with his hands, “We culd talk a bit, ja. Zen maybe we culd talk ‘bout u living sumwere that loves you.” “Maybe,” the individual replies. “We called you Bijou, when you waz born,” Silvain says sitting down next to the individual. “Well my name is Stirling,” they reply. “Zat luvely too,” Silvain nods. “We’ll leave you two to talk,” Susan said. A flashing, embossed, silver lettering flies across the screen Insider View. A blue screen transition and a snappy woosh sound. Susan is standing outside the hospital again. “While those two talk and bond on this very special Father’s day special, remember to hold, and cherish each other, love your families. Hug your fathers and tell them you love them, because you never know when your family will vanish,” Susan says, “I’m Susan Carlson. Where we turn into the studio for a weather update.”[/hider] [u][b]July 8th, 2007[/b][/u] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjYwLmI1YjViNS5UV2x6YzJsdVp5QkJaMkZwYmcsLC4wAAAAAAA,/tex-gyre-adventor.regular.png[/img][/center] [hider= Strange Case of Stirling]Today was a very special day for Silvain Hiver, him and his son Stirling were to reunite. Stirling was cleared yesterday to leave this afternoon. When Silvain came to help the young boy through discharged, Stirling had vanished, again. Had the mysteries kidnappers returned? Plot twist, security footage shows hours before Silvain showed up, Stirling left on his own accord. Is he being coerced? What more could be uncovered in this mysterious case that keeps getting stranger.[/hider] [u][b]March 13th, 2009[/b][/u] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjk3NjZmZi5TU0JEYUc5dmMyVWdVMWxPUWtGRS4w/pwfluidhand.medium.png[/img][/center] [hider= Firm Convictions]Three years ago someone tried to make a decision about my life and didn’t ask me my opinion on it. So I left because I now choose what I want to do with my life. I am done with managers, I will now follow who I want to follow. You have to earn my respect to get it. I met a man, he was tall, and he had an intimidating gaze. Yet he had the experience of lifetimes. Not just one life, but many of them. He’s live through it all, seen it all and gave me a place to stay without questions, without telling me what I should do. I like this man. So I decided I would help him and a woman, enigmatic soul, loud mouth though, out anyway I can. I chose this.[/hider] Quotes: “People are meant to be defined, we wouldn’t have labels existing otherwise if they weren’t meant to. So if someone says or looks trashy, then they are defined by themselves, I am not defining themselves, they already did that for me,” “Secretly I want to make a big party for someone,” “Gifts are the best love,” “Cherries look like butts,” Reputation: Stirling is often a mix bag. You either love them upon first meeting or hate them upon first meeting. Stirling certainly has an ugly beauty about them. Ugly personality, though it's what influenced them when they were quite young, a lot of scrupulous people judging every little finer detail of who you are and breaking you down to either you conformed or gave up. There's a genuine desire Stirling has to get to know people better, that's what the gift giving is about because they have no idea how to say it. Yet their outside surface is literally pretty, and it is further emphasized by pretty, flamboyant actions. Viorel, is respected, I don't think Stirling could get away for very long like treating Viorel like a handmaiden Myles, Stirling doesn't care for, something about Myles sense of dress and ugliness bothers Stirling. Most likely every time Myles walks into the room Stirling will raise their hands up and pretend they don't see anything or place up horse blinders Jack is respected because they spar and Stirling gets to boss him around when he teaches him, so its a win win for Stirling Stirling doesn't like Bridget either, she's hot, and also doesn't quite understand why everyone finds her pretty, when her face looks like an iron pan {his words} Stirling likes Nilin, but won't show it, he sees her as to easy to push around, so while they like her, they don't have the respect enough to not push her around Stirling doesn't like Foster because he comes off cowardly and Stirling doesn't like anyone who cannot be confident in themselves, they see it as a personal weakness and Stirling won't respect an individual like that. Also Foster is too nice and easy to push around so Stirling, if he can't push Nilin, will push around Foster even more because Foster is the type to easily cave Stirling thinks Chloe is an idiot and won't respect her, they won't ask her for anything else, because she'll just ask the other people. So they ignore and pretend she doesn't exist at all. Stirling finds Harper interesting, not enough to confide in, but he's confident and Stirling likes that. Most likely Stirling sees Harper as a role model because he's the most confident in himself. Or so it seems on the surface. Stirling also has the same opinion of Myles towards Luka. He finds Luka to have a personal ugliness and their sense of dress is not refined at all. Stirling could see Luka being better refined than Myles, so Luka has been adopted as his pet project to make elegant While Stirling has no personal feelings on Jensen. Jensen is so average, he's uninteresting to Stirling, he's not even fun to push around because Jensen just rolls with the punches usually Theme Song: [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QP73569coeo[/youtube][/center] [hider= Wardrobe] [u][b]Cool Weather[/b][/u] [img]https://image.ibb.co/ktJT7o/Considering5.jpg[/img] [img]https://image.ibb.co/hLkVL8/Considering7.jpg[/img] [img]https://image.ibb.co/ijggSo/considering8.jpg[/img] [img]https://image.ibb.co/k3sUdT/Reflection_Outfit2.jpg[/img] [img]https://image.ibb.co/iz8Vk8/Reflection_Outfit4.jpg[/img] [img]https://image.ibb.co/hbRSXo/Reflection_Outfit5.jpg[/img] [img]https://image.ibb.co/hBnZCo/Reflection_Outfit6.jpg[/img] [img]https://image.ibb.co/n6v1Q8/Reflection_Outfit7.jpg[/img] [u][b]In Between [/b][/u] [img]https://image.ibb.co/hexzTT/Reflection_Parade.jpg[/img] [u][b]Summer[/b][/u] [img]https://image.ibb.co/iEfqJT/Reflectionoutfit8.jpg[/img] [img]https://image.ibb.co/diQ1Q8/Reflection_Outfit9.jpg[/img][/hider]