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  <title>Those sweet baby-blues</title>
  <subtitle>Cian's Journal</subtitle>
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    <name>Cian</name>
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  <updated>2009-02-17T11:11:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:3387</id>
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    <title>sapphireturk @ 2009-02-17T22:08:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-17T11:11:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-17T11:11:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Um... I've been sent here from Midgar... ah Mr Rufus Shinra... sir? I'm supposed to watch you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;But I haven't been given your location other than that you're in the village... gosh now I look like such a bad Turk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a rookie.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-My name is Cian,&amp;nbsp;Sir.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:3212</id>
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    <title>Permissions sheet</title>
    <published>2009-01-31T23:07:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-31T23:07:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Aymie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Name:&lt;/b&gt; Cian &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_sapphireturk' lj:user='sapphireturk' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sapphireturk.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sapphireturk.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sapphireturk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romance:&lt;/b&gt; Gay, open to anything/anyone, planned relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Injuries:&lt;/b&gt; Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What are your feelings on Rping....&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;... sexual situations?:&lt;/b&gt; Fine with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... gory situations?: &lt;/strong&gt;Fine with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... emotional situations?: &lt;/strong&gt;Fine with it</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:2969</id>
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    <title>sapphireturk @ 2009-01-28T10:42:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-27T23:43:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-27T23:43:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Duran please... where are you?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:2776</id>
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    <title>Worry</title>
    <published>2009-01-21T07:53:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-21T07:59:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Duran where are you? I've tried calling you, you&amp;nbsp;should be home by now...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried, please come home soon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:2464</id>
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    <title>Blizzard</title>
    <published>2009-01-15T11:25:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-15T11:25:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's looking pretty dim out there, I don't really like being stuck inside but I can't go out when the blizzard is approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cold too... the power has gone out and obviously so has the heating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better crawl into bed then.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:2149</id>
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    <title>Turk-ish Delight</title>
    <published>2009-01-08T09:01:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-08T09:01:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm glad to be a Turk, although still a rookie... Following Reno around on small missions was interesting enough... I guess moreso due to Reno's involvement, but I'm looking forward to doing some real Turk work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to watch his back Duran.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:1907</id>
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    <title>House warming party</title>
    <published>2009-01-01T09:21:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-01T09:21:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As soon as Duran arrives in town I'll be having a house warming... ah apartment warming party. Just a head's up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:1774</id>
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    <title>Home sweet home</title>
    <published>2008-12-31T02:26:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T02:26:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well I've just finished moving Duran and my stuff into our new apartment. We're on the first floor of the apartment block called Square X... it is a nice place, all we really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind've scary... moving in with Duran, but I love him so thats all that matters.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:1397</id>
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    <title>#3 Costume for the ball</title>
    <published>2008-11-06T23:49:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-06T23:49:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Voicepost:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude... this is bad. *fluffy rabbit ears twitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck... *turns around*&amp;nbsp; A tail too?!!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:1031</id>
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    <title>#2</title>
    <published>2008-11-05T11:49:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-05T11:49:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Jease man am I bored. I need to do... something, anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reno left the dorm sometime when I was sleeping, doesn't look like I'll be getting any training done with him awol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'heard there was some party... ball thing on..? with costumes...?&amp;nbsp; Heh, like hell I'd attend. Besides.... &lt;strike&gt;I have nothing to wear.&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:833</id>
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    <title>#1: New</title>
    <published>2008-10-21T08:06:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-21T08:06:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; punctuation-wrap: simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt"&gt;Eh? A journal&amp;hellip; well if that ain&amp;rsquo;t a bit fruity. Ah well I&amp;rsquo;m supposed to keep this for reasons beyond me, school rules or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; punctuation-wrap: simple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt"&gt;So&amp;hellip; Hey all, name&amp;rsquo;s Cian. I&amp;rsquo;m new here, Bahamut house, and I&amp;rsquo;m lookin&amp;rsquo; for a Turk named Reno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sapphireturk:650</id>
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    <title>Profile</title>
    <published>2008-10-21T08:04:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-03T10:50:33Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ Appearance ] &lt;/b&gt;&amp;ndash; Cian stands at 5&amp;rsquo;7&amp;rdquo; and has a slender build. His hair is shoulder length blond with heavy bangs framing a delicate face, the rest tied back in a short ponytail. &lt;br /&gt;His eyes are a deep blue. Cian likes to wear casual clothes, jeans, shirts and jackets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ Personality ] &lt;/b&gt;&amp;ndash; Cian is quiet and calculating, often keeping silent to take in more information. With his big blue eyes and quiet demeanor Cian doesn&amp;rsquo;t look like a mischievous student, which works in his favour. He is fun-loving, enjoying a prank or two as they allow him to test his own skills. If pushed too far he can turn quite fiery, in one such incident a fellow trainee teased him about his slender build which led to Cian giving him a zap with the electrorod. Because of this incident some of the older Turks refused him for mentorship even though he is one of the top students in the class. Tseng realized that Cian just needed a mentor who he could relate to and who understood him, and he had the perfect mentor in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ History ] &lt;/b&gt;&amp;ndash; Cian left his quiet home town in search of adventure. It brought him to the big city and he spent some time there, renting a dodgy little apartment with his savings and pick pocketing for extra money. He happened to pickpocket the wrong man one day, Tseng, and nearly got away with it had the man not been watching him earlier and had already clued into him stealing from other people in the street. Cian ran off but was quickly tracked down by the Turk. Impressed with his agility, cunning, and wit, Tseng recruited Cian for the Turks, knowing a boy with such talents would be a good asset to ShinRa. &lt;br /&gt;Cian went through the basics of training to be a Turk but no mentor could handle his personality and energy for long. Cian reminded Tseng of a certain Turk and he decided the boy might be better off being mentored by him. &lt;br /&gt;As such, Cian was shipped off to Dusk Academy with a letter from Tseng to his new mentor explaining his new role in mentorship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ Pets ] &lt;/b&gt;&amp;ndash; none &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ Other ? ]&lt;/b&gt; &amp;ndash; During his training, Cian excelled in the use of handguns and the Turk electrorod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Example Entries~&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ Livejournal Example ]&lt;/b&gt; &amp;ndash; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? A journal&amp;hellip; well if that ain&amp;rsquo;t a bit fruity. Ah well I&amp;rsquo;m supposed to keep this for reasons beyond me, school rules or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;So&amp;hellip; Hey all, name&amp;rsquo;s Cian. I&amp;rsquo;m new here, Bahamut house, and I&amp;rsquo;m lookin&amp;rsquo; for a Turk named Reno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ Roleplay Example ]&lt;/b&gt; &amp;ndash; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cian brushed a hand back through his blond hair, sighing softly as he gazed upon the entrance to Dusk Academy. The ShinRa chopper had dropped him off only a moment ago, leaving him to his new life. The boy picked up his suitcase, shoving his other hand into his suit pocket as he began walking up the path, fingers curling around a piece of paper in his pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cian withdrew the paper from his pocket, unfolding it to check the details for what felt like the hundredth time. In Tseng&amp;rsquo;s neat scrawl was written his dorm number and mentor&amp;rsquo;s name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Reno, eh? I guess I better go find him,&amp;rdquo; he muttered, shoving the paper back into his pocket.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Muns Information-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Aymie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contact:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJ: Glorfindel&lt;br /&gt;Msn/email: wildasabrumby@hotmail.com&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Character Information-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character&amp;rsquo;s name: &lt;/b&gt;Cian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; FFVII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elementals:&lt;/b&gt; Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Job:&lt;/b&gt; Turk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; Cian left his quiet home town in search of adventure. It brought him to the big city and he spent some time there, renting a dodgy little apartment with his savings and pick pocketing for extra money. He happened to pickpocket the wrong man one day, Tseng, and nearly got away with it had the man not been watching him earlier and had already clued into him stealing from other people in the street. Cian ran off but was quickly tracked down by the Turk. Impressed with his agility, cunning, and wit, Tseng recruited Cian for the Turks, knowing a boy with such talents would be a good asset to ShinRa. &lt;br /&gt;Cian went through the basics of training to be a Turk but no mentor could handle his personality and energy for long. Cian reminded Tseng of a certain Turk and he decided the boy might be better off being mentored by him. &lt;br /&gt;As such, Cian was shipped off to Dusk Academy with a letter from Tseng to his new mentor explaining his new role in mentorship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Dusk Academy Reno took on the role of Cian's mentor and afterwards Cian moved to Dusk Village as a fully-fledged Turk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pets:&lt;/b&gt; none&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lj Example:&lt;/b&gt; Eh? A journal&amp;hellip; well if that ain&amp;rsquo;t a bit fruity. Ah well I&amp;rsquo;m supposed to keep this for reasons beyond me, rules or something like that. ShinRa is weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Log Example:&lt;/b&gt; Cian brushed a hand back through his blond hair, sighing softly as he gazed upon the abandoned building. The ShinRa chopper had dropped him off only a moment ago for his newest mission. The boy swung his EMR playfully, shoving his other hand into his suit pocket as he began walking up the path, fingers curling around a piece of paper in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cian withdrew the paper from his pocket, unfolding it to check the details for what felt like the hundredth time. In Tseng&amp;rsquo;s neat scrawl was written his mission stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dead or alive, eh?&amp;rdquo; he muttered, shoving the paper back into his pocket.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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