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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 6:30 pm
Dagi here with Alex's journal. Alex is a Shaoilin Wolf so if you want a wolf like him I'd suggest visiting the thread. In this journal I'll be posting shorter versions of the RPs that Alex is in... In Alex's own words. Should be fun. If you want to RP with him or post here just drop me a PM or whatever biggrin
Disclaimer: Alex's personality and markings are based of off a character named Alex in the book and movie A Clockwork Orange, written by Anthony Burgess.
Also, I'd like to thank Wooga for the banner, I wasn't expecting to get any by being a whiner xD
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 6:35 pm
Profile
Name:Alex DeLarge
Nicknames: Alexander the Large, Uncle, Lex
Age: Young adult
Date of Birth: ???
Rank: None/Loner
Pack: None
Parents: Pee x Em [These aren't their real names, Alex just knows his parents as this]
Siblings: Three brothers and one sister, all desceased
Personality: [Working on]
History: Alex was born to a couple of Omegas in his old pack. How his parents had managed to pull of even keeping him alive is a miracle in and of itself. His parents most likely had other names but he refers to them as Pee and Em. He had four other siblings but they were unnamed seeing as they died before taking their first breath. Alex was raised lovingly as he was his parents' only surviving pup and he prospered. He was a happy pup, always playing with the others in the pack and not causing trouble. When he hit his teens is when he changed. Though his parents didn't know it, he had started a small gang if you will, himself as the leader and his three 'droogs' Pete, Georgie, and Dim. They ran around and caused trouble with neighboring packs; harassing other wolves for no good reason, stealing the belongings of other wolves, and just causing trouble whenever they went. Their actions never were noticed by their pack, they knew how to cover up their tracks and could put on the sweetest impressions and fool anyone.
After a few years of this, Alexs' 'droogs' began to grow weary of his leadership; they wanted some control of the group. And so they tricked him; one night while the group was running around they lead the whole group in a circle, brining them not to another pack but their own pack. Alex, blinded by his excitement, didn't even notice and he stole into the den of an old and wise wolf, the only seer of the pack. There he proceeded to do as he usually would, batter the poor old wolf and not let the others in to do as they did with him; he wanted the glory for himself. He eventually went to far and by the time he left the old wolfesses den she was dead, a fatal bite delivered to her neck. Alex went on the next day like nothing had happened but by then the whole pack knew what he had done. This broke his poor mother's heart and his father no longer wished to acknowledge him. His pack exiled him, he kept yelling how it had all been the idea of his 'droogies' but not one wanted to listen. He was driven off; a vengeful scowl on his face, muttering that he had been led on by the treachery of others.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 6:39 pm
His Dictionary! (I better get this one up soon)
Malenky (adj.)- Small
Ptitsa (n.)- Older lady/(wolf in this case)
Itty (v.)- Go
Voloss (n.)- Hair
Bezoomy (adj.)- Crazy
Pletchoes (n.)- Shoulers
Veshch (n.)- Thing
Von (n.)- Smell
Peet (v.)- Drink
Pishcha (n.)- Meal
Ooho (n.)- Ear
Govoreete (v.)- talk
Devotchka (n.)- Younger lady/wolf
Veck (n.)- Man/wolf
Chelloveck (n.)- Youngman/wolf
Malchick (n.)- Boy/wolf
Listo (n.)- Face
Nadsat (n.)- Teen/wolf
Starry (adj.)- Old
Viddy (v.)- See
Sloshy (v.)- Hear
Gulliver (n.)- Head
Rot (n.)- Mouth
Slovo (n.)- Word
Lomtick (n.)- Piece
Krovvy/ Red vino on tap (n.)- Blood
Droog (n.)- Friend
Glazzie (n.)- Eye
Razrez (v.)- Tear
Crash your dermott- Shut up
Yahzick (n.)- Tounge
Smeck (v.)- Smile
Creech (v.)- Scream
Gloopy (adj.)- Stupid
Rabbit (n.)- Work
Zoobies (n.)- Teeth
Millicent/roz (n.)- Authorities
Catstalk (v.)- Fight
Raz (n.)- Time
Noga (n.)- Leg
Crast (v.)- Steal
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 6:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 6:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 6:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 11:42 am
Chapter 1
Well well well, so this is what has become of Your Dear and Humble Narrator. Exiled from the Flatblock, left on his own. Pee didn't seem all too concerned but Em went on boo hoo hooing for her only son and heir. Too bad then, it was no fault of young Alex's, he is just a malchickiwick and knows not what he does, is that like not an excuse enough? My droogies are gone, they shall be lost without me. But that is all just too bad and in the past may I add. They are the gloopy ones for soon they shall all like creech for their Alex back and he shall be nowhere to be found, that should show them.
So I ittied on, not a friend or companion in the world. Quite sad really. Gone from a leader to a nothing, all because of a starry ptitsa, good riddance though. While I was off, I started to like feel the knives going stab stab stab again and Your Only Friend and Narrator got the feeling that he needed to give something a real horrorshow tolchock or have a nice catstalk but alas there was no one around. But the like the idea popped into my gulliver that I should itty on and try to find some eggiweggs. Oh yes, eggiweggs, perfect for smashing and throwing but nothing more.
And so my brothers I searched and searched yet no eggieweggs were to be found. Suddenly, I slooshied a sound and bounce off to it, hoping for a good find when all I found was this chelloveck sitting around. He had this funny von to him and when I like viddied at him closer I found that he was a she. This big devotchka with black and brown voloss and a long listo. Not too appetitish I canst add. No good for the old in and out so instead of doing the usual ultra violence I put on my sweet malchick guise and ittied on with that. So this devotchka helped me to like find a batch of eggiweggs and I smashed them and had great fun. I even like gave her one to smash but she like ate it instead. I do think she was a gloopy one but I kept my rot shut.
So I made friendly with the govoreeting and told her some nice slovos but she didn't even let out a smeck. She seemed to find my nadsat talk a bit bezoomy but perhaps it was she that was bezoomy for nadsat talk was in the heigth of fashion at the old Flatblock. Well no matter. This devotchka who was like called Kirra took me to the river for a bit of a peet. This was where I left her, growing rather tired of the eventless moment. Perhaps she and Your Humble Narrator shall meet some other raz but perhaps not.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2005 8:17 am
Chapter 2
And here we are again, following up on your Dear and Humble Narrator. He's had himself a bit of adventure he has. One fine day, I, being Alexander the Large, exile from the Flatblock, those gratzny bratchins, just so happened to stumble upon yet another blackish devotchka. Talia I think. Pleasing to the glazzballs. From what I could viddy, she's got a bunch to say, not that I usually want to sloshy. It happens to be that she's got herself a mindless, grinning bulldog, I don't remember proper the name. I ittied off, not wanted to be with them anymore.
As dear fate had it, your Only Friend stumbled upon this Talia devotchka not once more, but twice! She's bezoomy for all can viddy, not that I care. And she sure can creech. Gloopy enough to get bitten by a rock with zoobies. Oh welly well, not all are as fortunate as I am.
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