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 Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2017 9:12 pm
Those who sing the song of the [ages],
the soothsayers of space and time,
daughters of she. The mother who sang the song of [fate].
Forever her descendants are born, they are to continue the legacy of singing
the [songs] of fate. For wherever they may end up, their voice will reach the
hearts of [many.]
Name:
Age: (Age limit is 300, due to modern medicine
Planet of origin: (You may make up your own, if you wish, but provide details in the PM.)
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Hair:
Eyes:
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Status: (civilian or military)
Affiliation: (Solarian empire, Independent, another nation)
Rank: (Military only. Civilians would be N/A)
Service: Navy or Marines. Civilians would be N/A)
Occupation: (What you do in the military or what your civilian job is.)
Bio: (Give more than at least a few lines. No 'find outs.')
Image: (Descriptions work too)
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2017 3:20 am
✴ 運命 >LERO ARMS /// NO. MDCCCLII
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PARANORMAL INVESTIGATION AGENT // OUTFIT:
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⋙✭ >//╰۞╮ >// TEST> Three stars to shine, one crimson garnet, one sapphire blue, and one golden spinel. Each to shine, to gleam in the night sky of the otherworld, the clam evening, and the golden sun that graces the mortal world. Whether what these stars symbolize could mean anything, only to appear on that night, a century ago. When that star fell from the heavens upon the lake, that only then the succubus hath appeared that very night. Her wears to sway within the light lake breeze, her six wings of darkness to spread, crimson eyes to gleam in the quiet midnight. Flower fields to flutter and petals to uplift into that very breeze. For that very figure only to arise her hand towards those three stars, as if her origins began in the universe beyond.
Here in this town we meet her, the succubus of the other, the seductress that owns the small cafe known as inter locus. The place in between the two worlds. The two doors between heaven and hell. The establishment where you can decide between the darkness, to face the fears that are deeply contained within your heat. Or embrace the light, try to keep to the thought of right reason, that what you see simply in the otherworld is simply a nightmare. Or bath within that nightmare, again to face your fears or succumb to your inner desires.
The owner of Inter Locus awaits you, so care to come by and have a nice cup of tea. For her name is Victoriaque Leronix. The other whose smile will greet you, whose hand who will reach to those in need.
⋙✭ >//╰۞╮ >// Alright, while the night is young or the day fulll and bright! Let's kick it into gear, stroll in style, and enjoy the pleasure of the limelight.Let's let the DJ play that music well into the darkness, letting our hearts dance to the beat. Oh, in this town of silent hill. Which DJ will play your song, will you dance to the music of that beat of life, the beat of death. Choose wisely, or be brave and play your wildcard!
A "closed" sign to be placed on one of twin doors at a small cafe in the heart of silent hill. It's simple iron sign tagged with the name "inter locus" to sway on its hinges in the light breeze. A garage nearby to open at the press of a button, revealing a sleek ride. Piano black, aerodynamic, supercharged, and on two wheels. As she slipped on a helmet that had a theme of a fox. Pulling the bike onto alleyway's pavement, the garage was to close. Mounting the machine , slender feminine fingers to grace the controls. The engine to roar to life, supercharger to whine, into gear it went, a fist grappling the throttle to turn. Fuel injectors to spray fuel into the firing chamber, the spark plug to ignite the fuel air mix.
The black specter to rip into the town of silent hill.
⋙✭ >//╰۞╮ >//
⋙✭ >//╰۞╮ >//
⋙✭ >//╰۞╮ >//
⋙✭ >//╰۞╮ >//
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