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 Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 8:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 9:53 pm
 Vilu Aralathian
Vilu sat near the front of the theater tweaking his guitar which he'd recently taken out of the case. His blood red eyes focused on what he was doing as his hands moved skillfully, the right one a little more as he was right handed. His white locks of hair were draped over his face as he looked down at what he was doing, and because he was huddled in the corner you couldn't tell how tall, muscular, or handsome he was. His skin was dark, pitch black to be exact, and his ears were pointed giving away that he was an elf of some sort, though to be more specific a drow. They were elves who lived underground which was why evolution had made their skin so dark. Vilu knew about his race, but he was glad to be away from them. He was of course referring to how the men had no rights, the women ruled over, and most drow were put into pre-arranged marriages, which was why he'd ran away to the surface. He'd discovered the guitar, singing, rock music, all of that up here. He loved writing lyrics, and was known for being the quiet goth kid in most places. He wore a pair of black leather pants, a black vest, a black fishnet shirt under the vest, a black studded leather belt on his pants, and black fingerless gloves. Thinking about it, he could remember that in his past many wondered why he didn't do sports. Truth be told he knew he had a body for sports, but he just didn't like them. He'd rather sit here by himself adjusting his guitar and perhaps writing song lyrics later. He didn't really know anyone here, then again it didn't bother him to be alone. What did bother him was that his guitar wasn't sounding right. He sighed and lay it down to the side of him, it was just his acoustic, but things just felt off that day. Vilu had always been a really quiet, and shy individual, except when he sang or played. He could pour his heart out to a crowd, but people individually scared him. No he didn't know why, he just felt really nervous. Perhaps it was because back home he didn't really have friends, and yet here he was forced to the surface without any training of what to expect. Sighing he lay his head back, his appearances a little more obvious now, the pierced ears, and the pierced belly button now obvious as were his strong abs. Alas though, none of it mattered, at least not to him, he didn't think himself beautiful at all, with really low self esteem. It was a particularly cold day that day and he put his trench coat back on which had been laying on the floor and blew on his hands to try and warm up. Sighing he wondered why no one else was at the theater that day, it was after all a Monday.
  
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Ulquiorraluver217 Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:18 am
MIME Mime was merely strolling down the street, smiling as always. He could swear he heard music, but never was for sure. His head always played cruel tricks on him. He silent-laughs, having no ability to speak, and keeps walking down the street, toward the theater.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 7:04 pm
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Ulquiorraluver217 Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 7:30 pm
Vilu Aralathian
Vilu kept adjusting it until he thought of something to play. His musical talents were often a way to escape from this world. Of course it was more to escape his past, this world, this surface was so much more beautiful and amazing then his past home underground, that place was a hell hole. But right now he found that his hands moved on their own. Of course he was right handed but he played beautifully as he felt the music come into his soul. It wasn't any song in particular, no, it was something straight from the soul. He of course never wrote music down, he could read music but preferred the natural touch to things, and always remembered things like they were engraved into his memory. He of course stopped after the song had played out and felt another presence near him. His blood red eyes looked to see who might be there, he noticed someone else was there but he couldn't see them. Standing up, his muscular and tall body moved with a grace very few held. His dark skin and white hair moved into the light allowing others to see how different his race was, his skin so dark it matched the color of charcoal to the tee. He knew of course not many of his kind existed above on the surface except a very select few. He of course wondered who else was here, more interested in that then himself. His guitar was in his right hand but he moved slowly to put it away and then looked around.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 7:51 pm
MIME Mime caught sight of the theater, but his sight wandered to something else. Someone or something black, like BLACK black, and with white hair. He nears it, so see that it was a man. He was obviously not human, but Mime was not one to complain. He nears the man happily. The man was wearing alot of black. He watched as the man put away what seemed to be a guitar.
Mime smiles his childish smile and his vivid blue eyes sparkle with interest. Mime could play alot of intruments, but he never learned to play the Guitar, it confused him more then other intruments. Mime walks closer and was soon a few meters away from the man. He chuckles a silent chuckle and stares at the non-human man. He was a stare'er. He looked at the man to see he was okay with the muscles, had nice hair -He thought it was probably really soft- , red eyes... He wondered what the man sounded like. Mime scratches his face-painted cheek, none of the paint coming off, and tilts his head.
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Ulquiorraluver217 Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 3:48 am
Vilu Aralathian
Vilu glanced at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. He was entranced by the beauty that stood in front of him, his heart leaping to his throat, but he did clear it and he did speak somehow. "Vilu, Vilu Arlathian." spoke his deep voice past his dark lips. Vilu was an odd site on the surface, so very dark skinned, and his pointed ears as well. He knew he wasn't human, but if he'd had lighter skin he might've been able to pull off human a little. He of course looked to his guitar and grimaced a little. "It hasn't been really working with me at all today. Today was my day off of work, playing at the local coffee shop. Sometimes I like to practice in private, come up with new things. What about you, do you play an instrument?" spoke his deep tone. He of course then realized he hadn't even asked for a name! How stupid could his manners be!? He actually mentally scoffed at himself. "I don't suppose I could know your name maybe? Sorry, my manners must be horrible." spoke his deep tone. Then again he wasn't human, he'd been raised differently where names didn't matter, money status did, if you were poor you didn't matter and your name was insignificant because you'd be married off anyway to a rich woman who might want you, and if no one wanted you, you worked in the mines all your life. It was a horrible and stupid existence down there. The underdark was not a place he'd ever return to if possible. He liked the surface and liked being treated as an equal rather then a slave of some sort.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 9:35 am
MIME Mime makes a face at all the questions. When he askes his name, he silent-sighs. He points to his throat, then his mouth, then shakes his head and shrugs. He couldn't speak, but he could write fine... He smiles wider, ane He shifts his backpack off, one he always wore for situations in need of talking. He takes out a note pad and writes, in a fancy cursive, ' My name is Mason, but you may call me Mime. I do play instraments, but none any good. My best is the Piano. ' He turns the paper around and smiles a friendly smile, his blue eyes sparkling with giddiness. It wasn't everyday he met someone who acually paid him any mind.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 2:49 pm
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