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 Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 9:47 pm
It's just your magnetic personality, Owley. xd
...and I don't have such a problem as making my characters too cute, but too lovable. sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 10:06 pm
redface
Well, at least I'm pretty sure Greeneyes isn't cute...
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 10:07 pm
Yeah, but that was a deliberate attempt to make a fugly character. xp
I think my only non-lovable character was this one psychotic Maximus-character of mine from this old RP... I think I still have a post somewhere...
*Goes to search.*
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 10:14 pm
Maximus, from 'The Fountain' Envy. Gluttony. Pride. Lust. Sloth. Anger. Greed.
Be it in Maximus's heart or in that of others, it was on these that the 'Diavolo' fed.
In sin one finds perfection, in sin one finds a foundation, in sin one finds love.
These words, still as significant and meaningful as they had been countless years before, were burned on the mind of Maximus, the innocent. As he tended to do when contemplating his origins, Max had a hand under his shirt, thoughtfully stroking the scar, the tattoo, whatever one wanted to call it, which was permanently etched in his skin over his heart.
How foolish could he have been to be so easily duped by the devil? He answered his own question with yet another; how could he not have been duped by the devil? Supreme Evil was so very alluring, so tempting, how could a little boy resist something of that caliber? Questions upon questions, a constant riddle, a perpetual enigma, that was what Maximus' mind was to him. Uncertainty and sin was the key to the mind of a human, and none was better at turning that key than the 'Diavolo'.
As a boy he had been called many things. Schizo. Lunatic. Dangerous. Stripped of his humanity, he had been, by the 'Diavolo'. Maximus had been an innocent...pure...untainted by evil. Such a child was too tempting a treat for an evil of the likes of the 'Diavolo'. To Maximus, the devil had just been an imaginary friend, an invisible companion, someone he could pour his heart out to. But for every little bit of his heart young Maximus had given to his invisible friend, the devil poured a little bit of himself back into the innocent child. It was in this way that over the years, Lucifer, the devil himself, had been able to corrupt the heart and soul of 'Little Maxi', and eventually, use him as a conduit to inflict his evil on the world from which he was shunned.
Sitting silently on a pier jutting out into the lake, Maximus, all grown-up and absolutely corrupt, pondered yet again the possibility of suicide. That maybe by taking his life, he could rid the world of Evil with the pull of a trigger...maybe. Uncertainty, yet again, was what kept the devil on this planet.
"If I die," Maximus mused out loud, "I shall go to Hell and be tortured for eternity. But if I don't die, innocent people will have to suffer the consequences of my actions."
That was his main doubt, or rather, his main fear. The 'Diavolo' had sewn the seed of doubt masterfully in Maximus's fragile young mind at an early age. To refute Maximus's question of, "Why don't I just kill myself?" 'Diavolo' had opted this question, "What happens when you die?" What happend if when he died, Lucifer just controlled his body absolutely, using it as a weapon against humanity.
With a grim smile, Maximus sighs, resting his face in his hands.
Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
Unable to contain himself, Maximus throws his head back and starts laughing. An insane laugh, maniacal, too deep and unnatural, as if it were coming from somewhere far off. If he was to be corrupt, he'd be corrupt. Why not let evil prevail? He was too weak, he couldn't begin to resist the urgings of the devil. If the world shunned him because he was evil, then to hell with it, he'd be evil.
Rising to his feet, Maximus can scant believe what he is doing. He didn't want to do it...knew he shouldn't do it...but he couldn't control himself. It was as if... Oh, no. He had let himself contemplate too deeply! He had fallen too deep into the recesses of his mind!
Still laughing madly, Maximus grasps his shirt with impossibley strong fingers which have now grown little, but very sharp, claws. The normally blonde hair of the Innocent One fades out to a stark white, then grows very long, cascading down his back like a frothing waterfall. It was like watching someone age in fast-forward. His skin fades out and becomes luminescent, glowing in the pale light of the shattered moon. With his head thrown back and laughing, it can be seen that his teeth become a pearley shade of white, and his canines grow to an abnormal length. The two brilliant green orbs that serve as the windows to his mind seemingly set fire and burn away, turning to a evil, terrible shade of the most fiery crimson.
The laugh quickly becoming a roar as two horns rip their way out of his forehead and a pointed tail lances out of his back-side, the 'Diavolo' systematically rips all of Maximus's clothes to shreds, with the exception of his scarf which just disappates into a thin mist, and a small portion of the pants which is left behind to maintain his ?decency?. With something between a growl and a chuckle, Lucifer glances about with those sinister red eyes, determining where he would wreak his havoc this night.
A gentle night breeze brough the scent of blood to its nose, and with one last triumphant, gloriously evil laugh, the devil Himself sets off for his 'meal', hoping that tonight's feast would be more innocent than the last. Bachy had been a disappointed slaughter, the smelly cook had been to...corrupt...to properly consume.
Running on all fours like some kind of beast, moving impossibley fast. The 'Diavolo' looks to be nothing more than a shimmering white blur, two glowing embers trailing along with him. Those embers, those eyes of his, seemed to pulsate more intensely evil as he grew nearer to the scent of blood... Wait... Why should he go towards blood? Lucifer found no satisfaction in being a scavenger, and if the person had been murdered, the 'meal' wouldn't be satisfying in the least.
Veering off his current course, the devil heads in the direction of the main city. The Fountain always served as a bountiful buffet of pure souls, so he was almost guaranteed a satisfying 'meal'. Grinning wickedly to himself, the glowing blur that was the 'Diavolo' lances towards the ever-growing metropolis, his blood-lust growing with every passing second.
A little woman, a mere whisp of a thing, had the misfortune of stumbling into his path that night. Skidding to a sudden half, Lucifer is literally pressing up against her, his toned, perfectly masculine body right up against hers. Staring up at him with wide eyes, her oculars so wide they look like they might roll out of their sockets. With her eyes locked onto his, she suddenly fealt a gripping sense of...comfort...warmth, as if she'd never be sad or lonely again.
Feeling compelled to do so, the little woman wraps her arms around his broad, muscular shoulders and pulls herself up to her tippy-toes. Knowing there was something terribely wrong with the whole situation, but unable to stop herself, too enraptured with his mezmerizing eyes, she presses her lips to his. For a moment, the feeling of the purest ecstasy washes over her, dulling her senses and opening the gateway to her soul.
With the skill and ruthlessness of a hunter honed to a lethal edge with years upon years of practice, Lucifer wraps his arms around her lower back, as if in a loving embrace, and squeezes mightily so her spine snaps. With a gasp, the woman's eyes flicker, the flame of her existence being snuffed out with a 'pop'. Holding the kiss, the 'Diavolos' reaches into his twisted being and wrenches forth his terrible magic, ripping the soul from the girl and eating it, successfully quenching his hunger and fulfilling his wicked quest for that night.
Throwing the empty husk of the girl to the ground, splattering her against the paved street while creating a large crater, Lucifer howls out in victory and retreats into the night, leaving only a bloody bowl of soup in the road behind him to reveal he was ever there...
The next morning, Maximus wakes up in his own bed, wondering how he got there. Standing up, then noticing a ripped up pair of shorts on the ground, he scratches the back of his head in bewilderment. Realizing he was naked, and it was morning, Maximus shrugs, figuring he had just got drunk last night, as he usually did when depressed. With a yawn and a stretch, he steps into his bathroom, his destination the shower.
Before he reached said facility, though, Maximus noticed something in the mirror out of the corner of his eye. With a mounting feeling of dread, he slowly turns to face the mirror, hoping to whatever diety might be watching that he hadn't transformed the prevous night. His morbid suspicions were confirmed when he saw that on his chest, over his heart, the upside-down cross mark was bleeding, as if recently burned.
Bursting into uncontrollable tears, Maximus crawls into his shower, as he now found himself on his knees, and turns on the water, letting the cold water wash the blood and grit of the night of evil from his body. Weeping profusely, he curls up in a little ball and rocks back and forth, determined to not leave his shower until he was 'clean'. To hell with what the neighbors what hear, as his walls were very thin, it didn't matter to him right now. Boo-ja. domokun
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 10:24 pm
I am Max Yeah, but that was a deliberate attempt to make a fugly character. xp No, it was a deliberate attempt to make a character who was good at fighting, and had a reason to fight all the time. *is too sleep-deprived to read the long posty* Sorry. sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 10:25 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:12 am
I am Max It's just your magnetic personality, Owley. xd ...and I don't have such a problem as making my characters too cute, but too lovable. sweatdrop My characters are never lovable or with a magnetic personality. Well, any of my guys at the least. My girls usually seem to turn into major sluts at some point or the other... sweatdrop Or else they act more masculine then I do... sweatdrop But, I think I can keep Shelly from becoming a dike. Or a butch lesbian, or anything like that. But all of my guys are called 'Bishies!' for some odd reason.... Even if I mean for them to be fugly stare
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:39 am
Chaos4546 Or else they act more masculine then I do... sweatdrop *Remembers the butch chick from ToD.* ...yeah... My characters tend to come out every which way, but, no matter how I make them, they always seem to be loveable in some way, though many times it's specifically NOT a conventional way. They're the kind of people where you'd want to sneak into their yard at night and watch them through a window...
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:57 am
Mine are the ones that you: 'just want to go up to them and just give them a hug, but your afraid that you might get stabbed'. sweatdrop
...and Selest has always been a very butch women...with red hair...and combat boots... 3nodding
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 10:41 am
hmm... my characters
My Gaian ones all come out with this strange core of innocence that I still don't quite understand considering how I am in real life. Then again, I've been told that people are amazed at how naive I can be sometimes for all the crap that has happened to me.
Oh wait...I brought Jade to Gaia and she most definetely is not a innocent. Nope not at all, but then again she is a 2k year old Sidhe warrior who got turned into a vamp before her chryslais.Hanging around for that long, she is lucky to have as high a humanity as she does. 3nodding
But the only time I can play non innocent characters on Gaia seems to be as NPCs and even then not very often. Then again it's probably the naive aspect of me that believes everyone has a core of good to them....somewhere, hidden in all the filth. I think tho that if I didn't believe that I would have lost it by now more than I already have.....
That's me rambling for the day 3nodding
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 4:38 pm
So, just out of curiosity, what are we going to do? This is going to be a general RP guild but at the moment we only have one up. Well I decided that I am thinking about making an RP. Of course, I am not sure of exactly what kind I want to make yet. So instead I opted for the easiest approach. Give me your ideas by answering the following simple questions, should not be too hard eh? What Kind of Rp Do You Want?What Genre? Futuristic, Modern, Midevil? Fantasy or Not?
What Location? A castle, city, wilderness, various diffrent locations?
Technology Level? What level do we want? Horse and Buggy? Trains? Starcrafts? Those are some general basic questions that poped into my head...so yeah..enjoy... EDIT: Josh might remember that this same format of RP making was how Tales of Destiny was born... sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2004 12:46 am
Modern
Fantasy
City
Post Star ships earth bound once more? *shrug* I've always wanted to play i something like that but just haven't found one I liked well enough to do so.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2004 1:43 am
Chaos4546 EDIT: Josh might remember that this same format of RP making was how Tales of Destiny was born... sweatdrop Thieves of Destiny, Ethan. 3nodding It was about how the miliatary took over the goverment and, over the long years, alienated every sense of human rights that people had, leaving only vague stories of how things used to be for people to know what it was like when not under an oppressive military regime. They would either kidnap or kill any of the mutant children born and use them for experiments and as slave workers, as well as draining them to create M-Batteries. Remember?
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2004 2:29 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2004 2:30 am
*Grumbles at the guild system.*
That's not my sig. stare
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