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| S♄ℯrωσσɗ's RℯЬℯℓℓɩσn ➽ OOC Accepting Go to post | 447 | Barton OOC |
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Robin!Once we watched a lazy world go by Now the days seem to fly Hey there guys - I still have to make my posting style (which I'm working on right now) But otherwise, I'm ready to start to! ^^ Life is brief, but when it's gone Love goes on and onRobin! |
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| My Post Styles for Various RP's - please don't post! Go to post | 134 | Barton OOC |
Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:01 am |
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  Love + War Love + War ❦ ☾ ❧
But I was given the name Andreas Luka Engel Yet if you insist, you can call me nothing else, please Though I might not look it, I'm twenty five years old And I blow out the candles every year on June fifth If you'd like to know who gives me butterflies, it's no one - not anymore If you have to know, I find myself siding for the union Here are a few of my favorite things . . . one, two, three These not so much . . . one, two, three You want to know a secret? I can fight with the best of them, because I'm a stealth warrior ❦ ☾ ❧Love And War The way I am personality in about two paragraphs text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text texttext text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text texttext text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text texttext text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text ❦ ☾ ❧Love And War The reason I'm like that I'm a loner. The only reason I'm a leader of any kind is because I was the one who discovered the immortality connection between the vampires and werewolves. Reporting it to the High Council, they rewarded me with my own pack. But after a few decades of hunting and strolling through the European woods, I suggested we branch out - seperating into the European branch (which is just me, and two others), the American branch (which you already know) and the Asian branch (whom you'll probably never meet). I run things from afar, and honestly, at this point don't really care that much about anybody but my own branch. The one is America has shifted so many times, people going in and out, that I haven't actually even met any from the current member list. I have never even left Central Europe, and never sought to step foot in America - but these latest set of tensions, and their most recent move has prompted me to abandon my post, and settle things with this branch once and for all. Oh you want to go back further? Well I'm sorry to dissapoint but not even my closest confidants know about my past. All they know is that I'm a bitter man, who practically never morphes into the foul beast I was turned into oh so many centuries ago. I don't care really care for the animal mentality that goes with shapeshifting so much - but the immortality part is pretty beneficial. I don't really know what else to share, or at least, anything that I would be comfortable with sharing. Like I said, however cliche it shounds, I'm the lone wolf; and the only reason I'm changing that now, is to do my job as a leader and settle this little mutiny at hands. ❦ ☾ ❧Love And War I color the world with goldenrod markers And the one running with the scissors is Gothika_DeJeur |
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| My Post Styles for Various RP's - please don't post! Go to post | 134 | Barton OOC |
Wed Dec 02, 2009 1:00 am |
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  Love+War Love+War ❦ ☾ ❧
But I was given the name Elliot Maximillian Kester Yet if you insist, you can call me Ell? Though I might not look it, I'm twenty three years old And I blow out the candles every year on June 11th If you'd like to know who gives me butterflies, it's Werewolf Four though Angel One looks amazing! If you have to know, I find myself siding against the union Here are a few of my favorite things . . . one, two, three These not so much . . . one, two, three You want to know a secret? I can see glimpses of the past, because I'm a Psychometrist ❦ ☾ ❧Love And War The way I am personality in about two paragraphs text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text texttext text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text texttext text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text texttext text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text ❦ ☾ ❧Love And War The reason I'm like that Elliot is a rare kind of werewolf in that he was born with the disease already spreading through him. Technically something like that would make him a pureblood, but it was only because his Mother was bitten while she was pregnant with him. The attack brought on labor, and she died before her transformation could take place - but Elliot was born none the less - and quickly discarded in a hushed up manner by his remaining family. He doesn't know how he survived those first few years, but somewhere along the way, a pack found him and should him how to control his rage which usually set off his transformations. But the pack that took him in enjoyed rumaging through small desolate towns up north, completly destroying and killing all inhabitants. What's worse, it seemed as if they thouroughly enjoyed the hunt of it as well. Sometimes, they'd stay for a whole month, feasting on the people that were still alive; slowly, and painfully. The last feasting send Elliot over the edge, and he renounced the pack. They were upset, but let him go. So for ten years, this werewolf roamed the country side, alone but content to be in place he loved the most - the woods. Harboring his skills, he crafted beautiful pieces of furniture and figurines out of wood with his power of telekinesis. It was a usueful gift, one he could use to help keep himself entertained by floating pieces of branches in front of himself as he traveled along the way. But lonliness began to consume him, and he sought out others like him - finally finding his current pack about a year ago. It was Wren who sealed the deal for him. She was the only female of the pack, and really only the third woman werewolf Elliot ever had the pleasure of meeting. The other two he had ever known were the ones who enjoyed hunting down other women to feast on - not really the soulmate type for Elliot. So who can blame him for being all over Wren? Only problem is that she's in love with someone else . . . ❦ ☾ ❧Love And War I color the world with darkolivegreen markers And the one running with the scissors is xXpoisoned_rationalityXx |
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| α ℓ ℓ' s ✥ ƒ α ι я . . . - - { ooc } - - Go to post | 29 | Barton OOC |
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@Pixie: No problem! Seriously, until we have reserves for Vampire Two and Human Two - I most certaintly won't be hounding peeps >,< And of course - profile is up! |
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| ƒαìт αccσмρℓì - - { private } - - Go to post | 48 | Invitation-only RP |
Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:52 am |
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  Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi 
Because, before sleep took over the both of them, the two adults went over everything related to the Resistance, every aspect of the movement, and even debated the pros and cons. And after the bottle of wine was gone - and the wind blew endlessly - Fritz realized the best part about joining forces with Eponine . . . the freedom and honor that came with it. So often, he had spent endless nights, lying awake over the latest reports from Germany. Trying to keep his anger about the misdeeds his country was doing, to himself. But now, if the movement accepted him, he could do some good; some real good - not the kind promised to him if only he joined the German Army - no, real good - the kind that saved people's lives, not destroyed them. Did that mean he was willing to give up everything (even his own life) in order to do so? You bet your a** he would. Yes, even Anna would be included in that statement. And that was okay, because after all, she would be okay without him. She was always the strong one, always the one more than capable of taking care of not only herself, but of him as well. But now? Now he needed to take care of himself, and be given the chance to take care of others, and most importantly: do what is right - even if it could cost him everything. Because any law that had the end result of killing people solely based on a "status" had the right to be countered with - and countered it would be, with this movement. Surely, Anna would understand that once he returned to his mock base of an apartment complex. She wouldn't be able to join him, but neither would she be able to sway him. Though he considered his sister far more stubborn than he ever could be - his stronghold over this matter was not about his own independence from Anna - it was about doing what was right, and in his mind that was something that she would not be able to change. And besides, he would much rather die knowing he did everything he could do in order to save lives. It was why he first joined the Army. He wanted to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. But instead, here he was, having to be part of a tyrant's plans to annihilate anyone who he considered to be lower class in any way, shape, or form. And who knew when his attitude about just who was lower class would change. Maybe one day he would despise his own countrymen, and start sending his own people to the gas chambers that no one is supposed to know about. Fritz wasn't supposed to talk about them, much less know about them, but he would gladly hand over any evidence he could in order to help stop these insane living standards. It was cruel the way his own countrymen were behaving here - and though he knew he wouldn't do the Resistance any good if he got himself killed speaking out too loudly, he did hope that by leading by example, that his fellow unit members would get the hint and act accordingly. But considering that so far, that approach hadn't worked with his subtlety - and before he wasn't even riled up by the Resitance - he was unsure of just how much he'd be able to influence his comrades now. Until then though, he'd continue doing what he needed to do in order to keep up appearances, and hope that eventually he'd be able to enlist his own unit to aid in the movement. But whether they joined him or not, Fritz grew more and more excited knowing that he would be able to make a real difference in the lives of so many - even if it was behind the scenes. This Resistance would give him a purpose he never thought he would get to have. And though the world was still in crumbles, and though his heart didn't seem to fare any better, Fritz still managed to relish in the moment. Even a contented smile seemed to aid in his new found attitude. And though he still had to wonder whether it made Eponine happy, he knew he was better off for getting to know her - and hopefully she was at least okay with knowing him. Of course, he probably should have found a better way to introduce himself to her, than by threatening to arrest her for fake papers, but the end result was the same. He now would hopefully be trusted enough to be given the chance to make a difference. Had all this really only been decided a few hours ago? Could one night, actually change a man this much? Probably not, and really, he hadn't changed. He felt like this for years; contempt rising, threatening to boil over if he had to report on one more "Jew without the required star" sighting. But it took Maria's death, to really stir things up within him, to give him the courage that only seemed to come when you had nothing left to loose anymore. So yes, whenever he did return, Anna would most likely be shocked by his new attitude, but since he wasn't planning on giving her any details about anything, she would have to remain baffled. After all, it was for her protection to be able to have deniability for when he was caught. Because eventually, he would be caught. But right now, things somehow managed to look, and feel, brighter. By being shown what this little woman beside him did, the adamant courage she portrayed, well, it inspired him. It was the same kind of look Maria gave off, and when backed by eyes that his father had - Fritz couldn't help but hang on every word Eponine said. They had stayed up all night, drinking the wine, and even bonding. And even as they leaned on each other now, sharing a beaten down sofa, still Fritz felt no shame for wanting her company. Of course, on the other hand, he couldn't deny the basic libido attraction that any man and woman would have for one another. But this want for her was not what others might think, it was more than that. And besides, eventually, the feelings would flutter away, replaced by a deep rooted companionship that Fritz could have only prayed for before. Still resting his head against hers, he glanced over at the old window beside him. His eyes had adjusted to the morning light by now, and he realized the sun was just barely rising. In December, that could only mean that it was still before eight. But the lamps outside provided enough light for him to watch the snow falling around them on the outside. However, unlike the harsh snow that had slammed against him just last night, this snow, showered him in light snow flurries, which were gently hitting the window pane's. It was a sweet wake up call, and Fritz couldn't help but wonder if it was God's way of telling him that the road he was about to walk down was - not only okay - but encouraged by Him. His chest swelled with new found pride, and he realized the action most certainly would wake up Eponine. Saddened by the fact that he couldn't relish in her warmth anymore, but not wanting to make her uncomfortable about their positions, he sat up, letting her slide for a second, before she inadvertently woke up enough to hold herself up. Unsure of what exactly to say to a person who he had threatened, yelled at, broken dishes of, bandaged by, and bonded with over the last twelve hours, Fritz simply sat there in silence as he let her wake up to her own pace. It didn't take long. His eyes greeted hers with satisfaction, eager to encourage her to talk with him some more about whatever else she knew that she might have forgotten to tell him about last night, " . . . Good Morning." He had always figured that waking up next to a woman would be awkward, but that didn't seem to be the case this morning. Was it weird that Eponine, was the first woman he had woken up beside to? Even Maria hadn't had that pleasure - because, they had decided to wait until marriage. They shared their love for one another, and kissed and canoodled, but no, they never slept together. And he certainly never spent the night at her family's house. Now, that didn't mean Fritz was a virgin. He had slept with two woman before Maria came along. One when he was a farm hand at sixteen, and another when he worked in a kitchen at seventeen. Meeting Maria afterwards when he was nineteen, he felt honored by the fact that she wanted to wait. She had been a virgin, and wanted to give herself only in marriage. And Fritz was more than fine with respecting her decision. He didn't think it was wrong to enjoy one another before marriage, but neither did he think it wrong to wait. And besides, Fritz was one of the more uncommon guys who didn't really like it that much anyways. But then again . . . As Eponine slowly sat up straight, beginning to realize how they had leaned on one another, she seemed taken aback a little, and kept her face slightly down, as if trying to comprehend it all. It was then that Fritz was able to see probably more than Eponine intended for him to see. While slightly hunched over, her blouse fell down a little thanks to gravity and the young German saw her slip and the slight curves that were peaking out above the undergarment. A deep blush washed over his cheeks, and he quickly looked away out of both respect and embarrassment. Not knowing what to do next, he was more than grateful when the radio came on. Before, it had been simply left on a staticy station all night, in hopes that a radio host named "Rig" would come on. The infamous mystery host didn't fallow any particular schedule (from what Eponine told him) and they had fallen asleep waiting, hoping he would bring his own take on the latest Resistance movement. Of course Rig talked in code, and managed to hide his whereabouts enough to evade capture - which was a good thing since Fritz' unit were the very ones responsible for finding him, and crushing what little effect he might have on the movement. The only hint they had gotten from him? That he was American. It was a hard fact to hide when he spoke in such a brazen accent, and with such a cocky attitude. Personally, Fritz knew better than to even pretend to have listened to it before (because more than likely, he would have gotten at least a citation for doing so), but sure enough, here he was now, waiting to hear this enigma speak about something he only recently was swept into himself. And now that the American's voice welcomed them with a "Good Morning", well, Fritz managed to forget all about Eponine's "slip". From what he managed to fallow, it seemed as if today's segment was more ranting than informative, and as soon as he had finished, Fritz looked back at Eponine and smiled - actually smiled. No holding back. His lips curved on both sides, and he was unabashed from hiding it. How did he get this sudden bout of confidence? How did he actually manage to stand up this morning so easily? The past three days had been hell, with Anna practically shoving him out of his bed, and the other men in his unit egging him to move on so suddenly from loosing his fiance. But Eponine had been so honest about the loss of her partner, and he about Maria, and somehow, he felt good enough to get up without any help. It wasn't that he had moved on from Maria, and he was definitely far from done mourning, but he felt pride as he continued to stare at Eponine - pride with himself that she helped give him, solely by letting him. Walking towards his coat that had been slung over the armchair, he held his gauzed fingers in his opposite hand in front of his chest, with the - recently pciked up - tweed coat and shawl hanging over his bent arm. Only for a minute, did he rub the sore spot, before locking eyes again with his hostess, "This is a good morning." He began to circle the shawl around his neck, never taking his gaze off of her, "Thank you, I haven't had one of those in a while . . . " Later, he would explain further, just how much her trusting in him enough to tell him about the movement, meant to him. But that was later, and this was now. Tugging at the shawl's ends, he knotted them loosely, "I have to report back for duty, but may I join you tonight? You said there was a meeting, right - if you'd have me, I'd like to sit in on it." As he slipped an arm into the jacket, he realized that that might be easier said than done. His tone growing a little more serious, but still tinged with sarcasm, he spoke up about his fear of potential wrath that might be inflicted on Eponine for even talking to him, "Of course if they would rather guillotine you before letting me step a foot in their meeting, well then I'd understand." With the other arm now secured in the other hole, he tugged on the collar, only breaking his gaze from Eponine for a moment, as he straightened it behind his neck. One button, two buttons, three buttons . . . Fritz glanced back at her, trying to return to a more light hearted mood, "Um, hey, how about tonight - if it's okay with you that is - well, may I meet Enjolras?" In all honesty, he figured she would yell a steadfast "no", out of sheer protection of letting a stranger - much less a German - go anywhere near her son. But he wanted to see the man who could keep Eponine's heart. Her son meant everything to her, and though he hoped that was solely because she was his mother . . . in times like these - even mothers sell out sons for rations. It was a sad effect that this war caused - desperation. Even people, who love one another, would get hungry enough to hand over Resistance enrolled family members, for a just few extra rations a month. And though Eponine surely would never do that - then again - that's probably what he thought about the other mothers as well . . . no, he saw the love she had for him, and admired her for it. His own mother had died so young, when he was young, and though he hoped he had been loved by her, he never had the chance to find out for sure. Now, if Eponine permitted, he would get to see an intimate moment between a mother and son - unlike all the other times he had to witness the brutality of said relationships - this time, hopefully, he would get to see love. It would be a moment of happiness he had not been accustomed to, as of late, "May I come around seven?" Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi Fritzi 
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| My Post Styles for Various RP's - please don't post! Go to post | 134 | Barton OOC |
Fri Nov 27, 2009 7:53 pm |
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Oliver had mumbled something about time constraints, probably trying to aquire just how much time he had to vent, and Jonathan, trying to be supportive, had nodded and replied with a smile - as if he could spare his brother all the time in the world. Which to be honest, at this point, he could. Mia was feasting as they speak, Ishmael was off doing "Ishmael" things, and Sela was bathing . . . his thoughts almost wandered there for a minute, and he had to force them to stop in order to hear what Oliver was saying at the moment. Watching both their feet walk in synch through the grassy knolls, the oldest brother tried hard not to seem shocked at Oliver's non-chalante remark about their siblings. He wasn't hurt by Oli's comments (for they probably were true), but still, he didn't want to encourage them either, in fear that Oliver would lament about them in the future. Because even if Mia and Ishmael weren't right there on the field with them, that didn't mean they wouldn't care to had they known about their meeting. Did their siblings even know that they were meeting? Technically, only Jonathan had reached out to Oliver - but again, that didn't mean they didn't at least think about how he was doing lately, "I'm sure that if they knew we were talking right now, they would be here for support." His eyes wandered over to the house where Sela was probably getting dressed in by now, "They are probably just as distracted as we have been lately." Yet he made sure to look at Oliver as he concluded his theory, "But that doesn't mean they don't care." He wanted his brother to feel better about his sibling relationships, but he wouldn't push the subject. After all, Jonathan would hate having someone tell him how to feel . . . Smiling, he tried to play off the serious stance he was beginning to imitate from Oliver. Running a careless hand through his hair, he brushed some bangs aside, and simply stated the truth about the "meal" question, "No, I think that Mia was under the assumption that we should each have our own, and with the rising body count, I didn't think it'd be wise to kill two humans in one day." He waved a hand in playful dismissal of the obvious consequences, "But hey, don't worry, I'll eat in the morning." Yet, though he meant to keep the conversation light, his voice drifted as Sela's house demanded his attention once more. His eyes locked in on it for another moment, as he hazily spoke up once more, "And besides, my hunger is not the reason I'm distracted - " Realizing that he was slipping up by his careless glances at the Belacqua residence, Jonathan tried to remain focused on the matter at hand. Mirroring his brother, he shoved his own hands in his pokets and actually sighed for dramatic effect. Stopping, he waited for Oliver to catch on and look back as he chuckled with a sly grin, "Oli, come on. You really want to talk about my diet?" Taking a slow step forward - and another and another - Jonathan walked up to his brother and cocked an eyebrow, "Or do you want to talk about what's really bothering you?"    |
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| α ℓ ℓ' s ✥ ƒ α ι я . . . - - { ooc } - - Go to post | 29 | Barton OOC |
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@Siren: If you want to PM me about it, we can go over some ideas if you'd like - it'll be top secret information for your and mine eyes only ;p @Hachi: omg! I am so glad you're back, too! I have no problem with you copy-ing and pasty-ing everything from your last profile over to the new one. Save for a few details at the beginning, I think everything is the same in general ^^; @Cloud: Aw thanks sweets for working on the profile so intensely! Personally, I think you do great work period, but thanks for trying extra hard >,< E D I T @Everyone: Aaaand, my profile is now up (though I went a little nuts with the bio length >,< ). And Vampire Two's profile is up as well ^^ So send them on in guys, or at least help me find the last two roles to fill ;p |
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| S♄ℯrωσσɗ's RℯЬℯℓℓɩσn ➽ OOC Accepting Go to post | 447 | Barton OOC |
Wed Nov 25, 2009 8:35 pm |
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Robin!Once we watched a lazy world go by Now the days seem to fly
Blah, sorry about that, but I was like sick for two days <<; Anyways, I'm here for my daily bump! Oh, and just personal opinion, but I'd love for the Prince John (or Princess) role to get filled, but I'd understand if we started without him - maybe we'd get a canditate once we start? I wouldn't even mind doubleing up and taking the position, but I'd think it might be weird to see both of Robin and his arch nemesis played by the same person - though then again, I could apply with one of my mule accounts and no one would be the wiser . . . muwhahahaha . . . evil laugh . . . Life is brief, but when it's gone Love goes on and onRobin! |
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