<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134218</id><updated>2011-08-12T14:37:52.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparrow Marriweather</title><subtitle type='html'>Site for the new shadow neko in Yorido. will have updates, info, and comments as well as a few other things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134218.post-110633470503343897</id><published>2005-01-21T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T09:16:34.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sparrow's time in Yorido has abeen very well indeed. He has been keeping up his work as a Bard, but also doing a bit of...community service as well. He has taken care of the garden and also been a bit of a babysitter for Karen, the 19-year-old daughter of Lady Tsutnami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134218-110633470503343897?l=creativepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/110633470503343897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134218&amp;postID=110633470503343897' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110633470503343897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110633470503343897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/2005/01/nanny.html' title='Nanny.'/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134218.post-110840114989142449</id><published>2005-01-17T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T09:15:33.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preisthood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sparrow has done only a few things in Yorido; He has helped grow flowers i nthe palace garden, he has become a confidant for M'lady Tsutnami, and he has made music for the good of the entire empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what he did not to long ago would truly top it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, He brought Mikhail and Rosaline together.... In holy matrimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was trly a wonderful and unique celebration...although very very short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134218-110840114989142449?l=creativepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/110840114989142449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134218&amp;postID=110840114989142449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110840114989142449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110840114989142449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/2005/01/preisthood.html' title='Preisthood.'/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134218.post-110511820079366621</id><published>2005-01-07T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T09:16:40.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone. </title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Every once in a while I hear a song that would relate to Sparrow and the current mood he  is in. So, Heres one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current mood: Lonely. Broken. usually Sparrow is an introvert...but even introverts seek attention and love. Sparrow has been in so many relationships where he was hurt so now he's alone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song: Boulevard of Broken Dreams &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singer/Band: Green Day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk a lonely road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Where the city sleeps and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Iwalk a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On the border line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of the edge and where I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Read between the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What's fucked up and everything's alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To know I'm still alive and I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk aloneI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; walk a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Til then I walk alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134218-110511820079366621?l=creativepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/110511820079366621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134218&amp;postID=110511820079366621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110511820079366621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110511820079366621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/2005/01/alone.html' title='Alone. '/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134218.post-110511719799425442</id><published>2005-01-07T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T08:59:57.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty.</title><content type='html'>It seems that people arent signing up for Yorido...either that or they are taking really really long time. Anyway, Yorido seems pretty cool...dont judge a site by its look. I mean it has to be good since its been around for about..what...six years? So. If you reading this sign up for Yorido! And also reply to my post! Its in the palace message board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134218-110511719799425442?l=creativepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/110511719799425442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134218&amp;postID=110511719799425442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110511719799425442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110511719799425442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/2005/01/empty.html' title='Empty.'/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134218.post-110494612525334164</id><published>2005-01-05T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T09:03:58.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Answered. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sparrow Axelius Marriweather has been Accepted on Yorido! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yorido.bravehost.com/"&gt;http://yorido.bravehost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134218-110494612525334164?l=creativepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/110494612525334164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134218&amp;postID=110494612525334164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110494612525334164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110494612525334164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/2005/01/prayers-answered.html' title='Prayers Answered. '/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134218.post-110457188565013063</id><published>2005-01-01T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T01:31:25.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well I currently Signed up for Yorido... a message Rp board community. It looks pretty fun and after Rping wiht Lady Tsutnami and Loud Mikhail they kinda persuaded me into joining . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They had to restart over in making the site, somethign about viral infection in teh last one so I was kinda the first one to sign up there. *grins* ive never been first for anything..well..maybe the first to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, I signed up. Sparrow is now a member of the board... And I signed him up for certain occupation and what provinence I want him to be. I'm kinda nervous. I hope I get picked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I picked Senzo as my provenince and I signed up for a Bard which is a minstrel who makes music about warriors or events. I told them also if i cant have that job then I'll happily be a messenger. It all depends on what they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134218-110457188565013063?l=creativepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/110457188565013063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134218&amp;postID=110457188565013063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110457188565013063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110457188565013063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/2005/01/hope.html' title='Hope. '/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134218.post-110448224246456570</id><published>2004-12-31T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T09:03:17.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sparrow has started to ween himself away from his town and off to other places...trying to travel and see if there are others who'd like to live there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On his travels he has met many friends, many people who help him..but there are things that you cannot be helped from. On one of his travels the neko was attacked and raped by a dark shapeshifter, left in a graveyard for dead. However he was saved by the spirits of the dead and learned his heritage right then and there....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His anscestors came from a long line of gaurdians in ancient egypt. They were there to protect the pharoahs of their times. Even if they died they were there, often being ordered to live in teh pyramids with their families. And..in order to make sure they were the greatest of all gaurdians the gods themselves, Amon-Ra and Basset infused their body with a gift...a curse. They were given the abilities to transform into horrific cat beasts to protect..to serve the gods by killing sinners of the land. The transformation are controlled by the carriers emotions... if they feel angered or threaten they could turn into feline monster but there was also a problem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some things that even gods cannot control...and so on nights of full moon carriers of the beast within transform no matter what. The curse is brought down from generation to generation , affecting every male of the bloodline. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sparrow learned that he was no exception. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So he knew about his past and how it would affect his future... After learning such a thing and recovering from such horrid misconduct physically he left the graveyard..going to teh forest of Tsutnami. staying there..waiting. He stayed in the forest, making it his second home...soon coming across 5 yoridians..one looking very familiar. Mikhail invited him to his land, Yorido, where he stayed, reunited with his other friend, Tsutnami. However, the others did not take liking to the little neko and because of himMikhail made the ultimate sacrifice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134218-110448224246456570?l=creativepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/110448224246456570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134218&amp;postID=110448224246456570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110448224246456570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110448224246456570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/2004/12/sparrow-has-started-to-ween-himself.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134218.post-110448109922661237</id><published>2004-12-31T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T16:12:34.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History.</title><content type='html'>Sparrow's beginning was not special. it wasn’t glorious or glamorous...and yet it was. Any birth, any sign of new life is magnificent, is wonderful so Sparrow was no exception. He was born to two nekos but of different breeds. His father, Luke, was a shadow neko while his mother, Shina, was forest. A year after that Sparrow was blessed with a little brother...a spotted neko whiched they named Nanashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all lived together in a town by the name of Silver Springs. Here creatures of all race, including men lived together in perfect harmony. This made every diverse culture to come together and learn new things about one another. Silver was a humble town, close to the sea so it was perfect for trading as well as great agriculture, winery, manufacturing in clothes and Sparrow's favorite thing of all next to music, yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born and raised in such a diverse city caused the little neko to become open minded and acknowledge the good in all things. Hence, he grew great optimism from silver springs. He also grew his great music talent and living there he learned to play just about every musical instrument known to man. However his favorite has always been a wooden flute and he was hooked on it when his mother created one just for him. It smelled of cherry wood and carved in it were small leaves and swirling vines. It is his most precious possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a very young age Sparrow grew quite fond of tending to plants, an instinct from his mothers side. He learned Botany, the caring and study of plants with the help of his mother he learned how to control his powers over ferna. Soon he learned how to control their growth time, their size and even move them to his will. However his other side, his shadow instincts weren’t forgotten. With his father he learned how to fight and with his powers, wield them to stop others in their tracks and cancel affects. With shadows he could bend them to his will as well and also use them for camouflage and disguise. Nanashi would be more into fighting than botany however..and he would call his older brother a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seemed to go great for young Sparrow… He never wanted things to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he couldn’t stop that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age eight the town of Silver Springs encountered their first war. It was a battle among bandits, who came to steal all the goods Silver Springs had to offer. The wine, the manufacturing goods, the trades. They wanted it all and they stopped anyone in their way. Silver springs residents fought hard for their land, for their items but they were all murdered. Even the neko’s own parents were taken down with such a battle. In the end, the bandits got what they wanted but seeing Silver Springs as now a Blood soaked land with no real purpose they left, taking all they could carry. Strange enough the only creatures that survived from such a catastrophe were the rats of the alleys and the children; All 130 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All young ones from babies to 16 year olds were spared. Now they were orphans, lost, confused until one small black neko spoke up. His clothes tattered, his hair a mess, face covered with the blood of his parents. Clinging to his arm was a smaller neko of white and black, scared and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This black neko came with a plan and soon the town of Silver Springs were up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dead were given proper funerals. They were buried, cremated, given respects to but Sparrow had to keep mourning to a minimal. Strange enough he had become the leader of the lost kids; even the ones older than him were ever so ready to take his advice. So sparrow became a mayor in a way…a protector, Guidant, confidant for the children. A parent himself. He gave them all jobs, jobs to run stores, to use any currency the probably had for their parents to get what they wanted or need. From then on to get money they had to work for it as adults used to. A child who didn’t work didn’t eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would work in harmony as their parents did, they would take care of each other. And as for nights when things were much different...much spookier. They would all take refuge in the mansion of the Original mayor; an 200 roomed building with 3 floors. They all slept together, watching each other continuously and Sparrow would watch over all.&lt;br /&gt;But as time grew so did the children. They got smarter, wiser and also they got more lonely. They grew tired of seeing each other. Tired of working. They wanted something new, something better. More people...more adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 2 years of peace and harmony one by one the kids started to leave. They all went to travel to neighboring cities to get adopted by adults and live like normal kids. Sparrow couldn’t leave Silver Springs…he didn’t want to. He had to keep the place alive. The memories alive. He knew no other place that was a perfect as the small city by the sea. Soon even his brother...little Nanashi, decided to leave, going off to make something of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 years old. Silver Springs population…one. Sparrow lived there on his own, fending for himself, taking care of things that needed to be taken care of and taking care of himself. Time grew on and one and people forgot about small silver springs. The once perfect town that was populated. Sparrow lived on his own, becoming a hermit. An introvert…however a kind one. He’d tend to travelers that came around. He’d take in orphans that stumbled upon the rat infested city and take care of them until they were ready. All the time he was a tender ,a guardian. He couldn’t find himself any other thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time continued to age and the once bubbly little kitten guardian became a man . 19, fully grown and able to travel for himself. And so on one night, when the moon was a deep shade of wine red sparrow started off on his own journeys away from the city. He’d go from town to town, spreading the word about his ghost town, trying to persuade people to come back. And if not, he’d play music. He’d find himself back to his hometown…He’d always find his way back to his home, his dreams, his memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134218-110448109922661237?l=creativepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/110448109922661237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134218&amp;postID=110448109922661237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110448109922661237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110448109922661237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/2004/12/history.html' title='History.'/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134218.post-110032656442603920</id><published>2004-11-12T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T16:04:42.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sparrow Axelius Marriweather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nickname:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Spa, Sparrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Age:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Height:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 5'10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Raven black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A deep forest green but changes color depending on his mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special features:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ears, paws , and long feline tail all black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parents:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Luke Marriweather, A Shadow Neko and Shina Marriweather, a Forest Neko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siblings:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Younger brother, Nanashi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Species:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Shadow Neko/ Forest Neko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temperment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Kind, Forgiving, gentle. Hes more of a lover than a fighter, except for protecting others weaker than he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weapons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (if any) : Sparrow has no real weapons but his claws and his teeth. however, he is a lycomorph; is able to turn into a giant feline beast in teh light of the full moon or whenever he feels threatened or angry. He also has his magic powers which he inherited from his parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magic Powers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shadow&lt;/span&gt;-- Sparrow can manipulate shadows to his will. He can take regular shadows and make illusions, use them to move stuff and even control other's magic buy using the shadows of it and turning it back on them. This doesnt really cause any harm to the weilder just cancels the effect of whatever the element was going to do to him. Shadow isnt very educated on how to use Shadows in a really harmful way yet since he mostly tries to steer away from battles. So usually he just uses them to defend. Sparrow's favorite trick is 'shadow-porting'. This is where he would actually find a shadow somewehre, anywhere and then slip inside. He travel around the valley of the shadows and can pop up in differnet places. However he can only move from one shadow to another..he cant just pop out of thin air. When hes in his egyptian beast form his shadows can make his form bigger and stronger. The darker the room, the more stronger he becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Plants/Nature&lt;/span&gt;-- Sparrow's niche is the forest..whether its the woods or Rainforest. He can adapt to any freen forest enviroment easily. He can also manipulate plants to help others. Whether its grow stronger vines around a bridge to make it not fall or speeding up the growing process to a certain flower to aid a sick person, this neko can handle it. If he is outside he can use plants for battle. However, it doesnt make a good offense but a great defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Mrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usual media for Sparrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-- yahoo messenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I.D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blackcatsparrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other Media for Sparrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-- Proboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Username: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;BlackcatSparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134218-110032656442603920?l=creativepsycho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/feeds/110032656442603920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134218&amp;postID=110032656442603920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110032656442603920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134218/posts/default/110032656442603920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativepsycho.blogspot.com/2004/11/name-sparrow-axelius-marriweather.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady Sad'e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07844667963603724828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/151/1233/640/Abbie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
