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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 3:33 pm
Characters: Liannu Valdir Age: 22 Position: Flexible (Once he becomes 'attached')
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 3:56 pm
 Character Name: Liannu Valdir
Nickname(s): A few call me Li... but rarely does anyone come up with anything else to call me by.
Age: I have twenty-two years to my name... I think... I lost track so long ago...
Sex: Some first think I am female from the side or back... but I am a full blooded male...
Position: Call me flexible... I don't really care what I wind up being...
Status: I was once a member of a well loved band, but that life is over for me now... I can't return to it...
Appearance: Truth be told I have no idea what I look like now and if I did stop and look... I might be shocked to see just how much I have changed. I feel the same height as I have always been, a nice average size for those who were once a part of the world I was in. However I feel lighter than I recall... my body is thinner and leaner....
Where did all the muscle go? I guess it faded away when I was no longer active and doing a job I loved. You could still tell that I once danced and performed for the body I have now still moves with the airy grace.
My crimson colored hair has grown... I once had short hair cut dramatically for all sorts of styles. Now I let it stay long... I don't have the heart to cut it...
Besides... why ruin something one has grown used to? I have taken a liking to trying it back in a loose braid and even pinning back the short sections that break free and fall across my broad shoulders.
These eyes... they are really that color of blood. Its not the result of drugs or crying... not even the lack of sleep or illness. These eyes are real... Many are unnerved by them and thus I get a lot of looks or snide remarks. I've learned to ignore them and also take the habit of averting my eyes so they couldn't see them period. I would rather not deal with such rude people...
Personality: I guess now you could call me detached... oblivious... no longer connected with the world. I ghost through life now... a glimmer of what I was once... I speak little now... In fact I sometimes wonder just how to speak it has been so long since I have said anything.
People talk to me and try to befriend me.... but I ignore them... or I just can't give them what they hope to receive from me. A part of me just can't give anything freely... if I have anything left to give.
I was once loud and bright. I spoke almost all the time to the point you had to shut me up. I was active and energetic... hell I was downright spontaneous. One second I would go from being content with what we were doing and then next I would suggest something outrageous and do it.
Back then... Back then I had so many friends that were close to me... I was able to give myself out to people... to feel a connection for them. But like I said... I am just a glimmer of my former self... a part of me that we may never see again.
I don't think its possible to return to the way I was....
Likes: Solitude - I like being alone... Rarely do I feel the pangs of loneliness... but that doesn't mean I never do...
Sound - One would think liking solitude would mean i like silence... but as much as I like being alone... I also like just sitting outside by a busy sidewalk and letting the sounds of the city wash over me. I can't explain why... but it might be because of the familiarity of the noise soothes me.
Reading - Something I never did before but I do now. I feel like I should read... in fact I have read so many novels I can't count them all. The one I have re-read over and over... the only one I have ever re-read was Wuthering Heights, a favorite of someone I once knew...
Sleeping - Not just because sleeping is good for your health. When I sleep I can dream... I can forget... I can live for those brief moments in my own world. I have gotten in trouble often for falling asleep in many public areas... more often in museums than anywhere else. I have many memories there...
Dislikes: Music - I once loved music and even sang... however now I hate it. I can't bear the sound of music no matter what it is. It pains me too much to think about it anymore... A pain that runs so deep I wish to drown in a sea of darkness and never rise...
Pictures - I like some pictures like those taken of people I do not know or things drawn by other people I do not know... However in my home you won't find a single picture... The walls and shelves are bare... Only small marks indicate pictures were once there... ones that would be of friends and family...
Spring & Summer - I can't talk about it... All I can say is those seasons no longer hold the same life and joy they once did...
History: I was born into a happy family and I was not alone when I came into the world. My brother came with me as well. Mother and Father were proud to have twins... a good omen for us where as others could see it as something dark. My life was normal when I was a baby and spent every possible moment with my brother... my other half. Together we were basically one person... alone we couldn't be counted as anything. It wasn't right when we were alone.
My mother and father were like magic... they always knew who was who even if we tried to fool them. As we grew it became clearer the differences between us both. I was more energetic... more outgoing and aggressive. My twin brother was a little more reserved, but still as outgoing as I was. It also became clear that we both had raw talent in the fields of art. I could sing so beautifully without effort... my brother could also sing but he took more to playing instruments and art.
High school rolled around and in our freshmen year we started a band. Our parents supported us as we would practice after school everyday and they would help us out when we landed our first gigs playing at a club in our junior year. We were quickly growing to be well known.
Senior year we both landed a deal with a major record company and our names were on the lips of every person in the world. My brother and I were famous... I was known for my vocal talent and ability to turn anything given to me into a hit single. My brother was realized as the best guitar player seen in over twenty years. His art also became a large hit for he designed the cover art of our albums and even wrote our songs.
However our fame was short lived. Not once he my brother and I ever fought... in fact... we were too close for the public's liking. We didn't care... we loved and needed each other in order to live and exist... and couldn't bare being with another. My brother soon grew worried about the bad press on our relationship with each other and I should have listened to him... I should have paid more attention to him before we went on the stage... for what would be our last time together.
Everything was fine... Mother and Father were in the front row cheering us on as we sang and played our hearts out to the massive crowd. They didn't believe the press and if they did they accepted our choices for they loved us deeply. It was originally aimed for me... I could tell but the song had me dance off rapidly to one side and exposed him...
I can recall the screams of the crowd after the bolt of thunder arced through the air. I wasn't aware of what happened until I turned to see the life pouring from my brother's chest. A gaping wound from a bullet hole was taking my other half away from me. I could hear the angry shout of how sick my brother and I were... I could faintly hear the madman's shout...
My own scream had drowned everything out as I held my brother... my lover in my arms as he died... and it was my fault...
I left the music world full of guilt and pain with the loss of my companion. My parent's and I are still in touch but things are strained between us now. I have nothing left in this world without my brother....
I have nothing... I only live like a ghost in this world and await the day I can join him in paradise... Or one day find him again... I feel like he may be out there somewhere for me... I'll know it when i find him again...
Role Plays: The Castle (Main)
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 6:15 pm
Character Name: Juuyousei
Nickname(s): Sei, Juu, You-chan… whatever else you can think of that’s a short version of my name. Gravi - Someone thought it was cool to call me that… it kind of sticks sometimes… though I still don’t think much of it.
Age: Meh… I’m seventeen… what can one do…
Sex: Male… duh!
Position: It’s the top for me! Bottom is ok, but I feel more stable on top…
Status: The world isn’t a fun place when you have no memory and no parents… thus I am a member of a gang with others like me…
Appearance: I like my blond head of hair even though it is hard to keep clean when you run through a dirty city. I keep it cut short however I cut it myself since I can't afford a fancy cut like other people. So the end result is something messy, but it also seems to look fancy like that anyway. I have bright sapphire colored eyes which I really enjoy looking at whenever I find myself caring for my appearance in front of a mirror.
I am at what one would call an average height and weight for my age. I do lean over most others though, which I don't mind. I have a sort of need to be a little superior than everyone else for some reason I can't explain. I have a lean build do to years of not getting the proper amount of food for a growing young boy. That doesn't mean I am some weak little thing, I have proven to a few people that I have an iron grip. You may also the markings on my arms... a reminder that one should always keep their guard up when living on the streets.
As to the clothes I wear... I like wearing thin tank tops. Sure not practical for the colder months but I like being able to breathe. I would like to wear white but that is just a plain bad idea. I make do with darker colors but really like wearing white tanks. To deal with the colder months I can usually find a nice coat or jacket that will do. As for pants... well those are easy to come by. Jeans or the easiest and also the most durable choice of pant-wear.
Personality: I act however feels natural and would allow me to survive on the harsh streets. So I developed a tough exterior. It seemed that was how one can keep the aggressive people away. Just act tougher than them and they will leave you alone for the most part. After doing this for so long I pretty much act like a tough guy most of the time. I get the angry scowl, I will speak in a rough manner... I would basically put up a 'don't ******** with me' barrier.
Sadly I realized the effects of acting like this. It became a part of me despite my need for contact. I'm not tough... I just act it. In fact you can even call me fragile. I grow quiet when I am alone... I loose the angry scowl and the gruff voice. I can cry... I get sad... I feel lonely. Just call me a big ol' softie... but you won't know that unless you can get past the barrier of my front...
Likes: I am not quiet sure what I really liked before... I can tell you what I like now...
Music - I like getting my hands on a CD or pausing to listen to the radio. I find the lilting melodies ease up the burden I am not really aware of carrying. It relaxes me and keeps me focused and calm. It also helps keep my powers in check.
Pizza - I know of a great place where it is uber-easy to lift entire pizzas to eat for the gang. I'm not sure but I think they get left out there on purpose. The man who runs the run-down pizza parlor seems to know who I am... he stopped me once when I walked by the place and started to talk to me like we had known each other for years. I felt bad when he realized I had no idea who he was.
Cats - He really likes them and they seem to like him in return. In fact he had taken an extreme liking to one alley cat for it helped him find food while he protected the feline from other dangers. However, an illness took the stray's life and left him alone again. However he does his best to help whatever kittens and cats he comes across on the streets.
Summer - Its warm... sometimes unbearably hot but he has ways to keep cool. He prefers these warmer times of the year because its not as worrisome to keep warm like during winter. He almost froze to death one winter and since has decided he prefers times when its hot and dry... or at least a warm rainy day...
Dislikes: I have quickly learned the things I hate more so than the things I like...
Dreams - He hates him even though he can never recall his own. He knows they are the reason he doesn't get proper sleep and how they always wake him up in the middle of the night. Sometimes he would cry or be screaming... random items would fly and smash into walls or people. Eventually no one would share their body heat with him in the cold nights and left him to sleep alone. He doesn't like that either...
Water - Getting wet means one has a chance of getting sick. He has seen those easily die just because a chilled rain soaked them to the bone and prevented them from getting a decent chance to dry off and warm up. But other than that he loves water for his baths and what not... when he is able to get one.
Rude People - Just because he lives on the street like some common stray dog didn't mean he wasn't smart or intelligent. Those that looked down on him and the others he viewed as more stupid than himself. He read novels that were thrown out and still in mint condition. He knew how to do math... he had way more street smarts than any rich or well to do snob that gave him a dirty look.
My Power - Sure its nice having this power but it keeps even those with the power away from me sometimes. They are afraid of my emotional control slipping and causing random items to fly at them. I hate how I still don't have the control I work at everyday, hoping to achieve a stability that would allow others to not be afraid to approach me.
History: Where does one start? How can I have much of a history when I have forgotten what happened before? I guess a part of me knows more of my background, but it’s buried in darkness. I get glimpses sometimes though… I don’t like what flashes of memory I see… There is nothing like a beat red face spitting unintelligible words at you, hearing the painful sound of flesh hitting flesh. Pain all over as your body as you pick up another sound. Something is creaking in a steady rhythm. Something oddly like bed-springs digging into your back. I hear a young boy crying, repeating the same word over and over… ‘Please… Onii-chan…’ I get the chills and I am thankful that I soon forget the memory. I even forget seeing the flash of my past though others know of it. It seems I cry and beg like the child in my memory… I guess that child was me… however… I am still not aware of the memory myself. If given the option to recall myself… I would decline… I am curious… but my lapses leave me with a lingering fear and pain that tells me I am better off not knowing.
That was a glimpse of before… my first memory of after was waking to a pile of rubble and an odd sense of relief. My head was throbbing… I think a support beam fell on me… I could see the heavy wood right above where my head had lain moments before. My first sight was of blood though as a body laying next to me had a large metal pole sticking out of its chest cavity. Disoriented and confused I stumbled out, coming to the realization the people in the rubble must have been my family. I could barely identify what might have been a mother or a father to me and... I shuddered. Something about the body next to me filled me with fear and hate.
I had no need to stay there however and left the destroyed home and out into the streets. The first night I noticed something odd after I awoke from a nightmare I couldn't remember. Objects were floating in the air around me.I discovered my power that night and set to working on my ability to manipulate it to help me survive on the streets of the city. However…I still have control issues when it comes to my emotions…
As time passed I eventually took on jobs that used my powers… and if I got really desperate for a place to stay I would sleep with other men. Though…I could never really enjoy it and never really wanted to sleep with them. One does what one cans to survive though. I did make a mistake once and found myself chained to a crazy pervert’s bed for a month. He was really crazy and carved the marks on my arms with a knife and added ink to it. He was screaming crazy s**t about how cool I looked with the makeshift tattoos even though I almost bled to death in the end result.
I escaped and that was when I found out about the gang. I saw it as a chance to live a little easier with people like me if we all got along. I liked it there and was easily accepted though a few had to adjust to the wild nature of my power. I accidentally hurt a few people when I got angry in an argument with one of the other members.
Power: I have power over objects… I can move them at will… I guess it is called telekinesis…
Role Plays: Pick Your Posion
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 8:23 pm
Character Name: Tenma Ironhorn
Nickname(s): I will tolerate Ten-chan or whatever from those close to me. Anything else I find… tiresome and will not respond to it.
Age: I am not sure… I do know I am an adult, but just barely.
Sex: I am male… or so my current state leads me to believe.
Position: What do you mean by this…? If you refer to sexual tendency… I guess I prefer bottom… but I can top just as easily as well.
Status: I am your typical demon without the tail. My current task and possibly only task is as a timekeeper. Though I am not as cool as the others.
Appearance: I may look tall but I am in fact small. Not by much however. I don’t tower over many people so I guess you can say I am average height? If it helps I am under six feet. I’m also very thin… not underfed thin but almost so. Because of how I am I rarely take note of when I have eaten last. I have slender shoulders, thin twig-like arms and long delicate hands. Don’t worry though… I am not as fragile as I look.
My hair is not like silky human hair, but more like silky animal hair. I like it because of the pale emerald color it is that gets brighter and darker in full sunlight. One side is shorter than the other, it you may notice. No it’s not because anything is wrong on that side of my face, but because that is how it best suits me. I like it so please do not poke fun.
My eyes are amber with flecks of green around the edges. Please ignore the cat-like slits… that’s the one aspect of myself I can’t quite accept. There is nothing feline about me…. Is there? Oh! I almost forgot… I have long hard horns that curl on either side of my head… the same color as my hair. A sign of my heritage.
My current outfit is all that I have ever worn. Before you get disgusted I have friends who are able to loan me clothes while they clean that outfit or they have spells that do that as well. That set of clothes is important to me because of the role I fill as a ‘timekeeper’, though it isn’t much of a role for I am the least powerful of the three.
Personality: I’m not very active… not very outspoken… not very… loud either. I am me. Dazed looking all the time for time and life has become a sort of blur to me. It takes a lot to get me to focus on things and people when I talk to them. I have angered quite a few people because of my… lack of ‘reaction’ to words. I have been told it might be because of my power to stop time that I have become this way.
Because of my dazed ways I forget names and people easily and I even forget to feed myself. It takes striking people to get me focused. If you are able to handle that part of me… you will get to know the deeper me. I can have that sense of child-like innocence and fun for I am still considered young among my people.
Likes: I like to eat grapes and lots of them. Not the red grapes either but the green grapes. I love that almost bitter and sour tang to the green grapes… its faint but I can taste the difference. I also like people that can give me a hand and snap me out of my daze and remind me of my other needs. I also love clocks, but that has something more to do with my power and job more than anything else. Hmm… anything else…. Ah! Another thing I like is to cuddle. My job can get lonely and the warmth of contact with others is very comforting and enjoyable to me.
Dislikes: Things I don’t like… I can’t think of much. I hate it when people get mad at me because of just… the type of person I can be. You need patience when working with me. I hate it when people steal the last of my grapes and don’t think I will notice. I notice… Umm… I dislike… since hate is a strong word… the other timekeepers. They treat me horribly just because my ability is not as powerful as their own.
History: I was born like any other creature… and I was already set on the path of becoming timekeeper. You see at first my power did not have me as the controller and thus I would wind up in scary situations during short periods of frozen time. My caretakers found out quickly that I was more than just a handful by myself.
So I was sent to grow and train at a temple to time with the two timekeepers I still have no fondness for. The other young ones with me had the power to shift the future or see far off into the past. Powers much stronger and more deadly than my own. Though I guess you can say my power could be as powerful if it worked in a simpler manner.
Together the three of us became timekeepers and the effects of the use of our powers became seen as years passed. The one who dealt with the past became very wise but also became absent minded. The one concerning the future became a tad more insane and twitchy. I became more dazed and slow. For that I am grateful for I seem to be faring better then the other two in that regard.
With my new title I was allowed to leave the temple and eventually found the castle of Vaga Deathrose. Seeking a place to visit and feel relaxed and welcomed I decided to ask the simple master of the castle if I could freely come and go. And if he would be so kind as to give me the occasional hug or touch… just so I can still recall the feeling of being physically touched after my solitary travels.
Though… I hope to see the castle become much livelier than it has been these years. It feels like a shame to see the place so quiet and lonely feeling… besides, I won’t feel bad for asking Vaga to do something I am sure he might not be comfortable with.
Power(s): I have limited control of time. I can’t push it forward nor can I pull it back. I can stop it for a short period of time. The longest I have ever done it has been 5 minutes. That is because I must count the time I want to freeze time for. In example if I want 30s I must count moving time for 30s before I can stop time for 30s. If I don’t balance will be disrupted.
Role Plays: Castle
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