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 Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 12:43 pm
These are my RP Profiles for Various RP's. Some are Currently being used, and some are not.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 12:44 pm
 ●คгเค●ﻮгเ๓lא● ●๒ครเςร●● I was born on a Rainy day in October. ● On my last birthday, I blew out 18 candles. ● I lived in Drueis before I came here. ● People tell me I am Annoying, Needy, and a Fighter. ● I am special because I am well, A Human. ●ครк ๏Ŧ ๓ק אครt● Hm… About my past, you say? Well, I went to an all Girls boarding school for 2 years in high school until I transferred to a Coed boarding school where I graduated. But before this, I lived in a mansion in the country with my parents and their servants. I knew all social conventions to a T, I knew perfect table manners, and I knew how to dance like a proper lady. My mother made me that way; she trained me to be the perfect woman so that, when I came of age, I could be married, and be the perfect little house wife. But I am not the type of girl who would just let herself be married off. Oh no, I will fight. And I will win. My father had taught me to reject all social conventions, my father had taught me to be the boy he wanted. He had taught me to hunt, to climb, to defend myself; he even had taught me to use a bow and arrow like a true warrior. To be honest, I prefer the person my father had taught me to be over the woman my mother had tried to force me into. This, of course, gave me a rather horrid personality. I was always unhappy, rebellious, and generally, rather annoyed with life. However, I would sometimes find the odd duck that made me absolutely the happiest girl on earth. That didn’t happen very often; not very often, indeed. But I was content with my rebelliousness. My attitude had gotten me in trouble many a sweet time in my all Girls school; it was not my parents who had transferred me to the Coed, but the nuns who ran the Girls school. I was a devout Catholic. Even so, there are many beliefs in my religion I do not agree with, but that is a conversation for another time. My favorite season had always been autumn, as it was not too cold, but not too warm, and it has the occasional thunderstorms and rainy day which I so crave.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 12:47 pm
 ●คгςђคภﻮєl●๓เςђคl● ●๒ครเςร●● I was born on a dark day in the beginning. ● On my last birthday, I blew out Many candles. ● I lived in Heaven before I came here. ● People tell me I am Cold, Silent, and Observant. ● I am special because I am an Archangel. ●ครк ๏Ŧ ๓ק אครt● My past... My past is something you could never understand. I have fought in countless wars against sin and the impurities of humanity: against the Devil himself and all his demonic minions. You may believe me to be the most beauteous thing every man and woman hopes to be: an angel. I am not that. I am an Archangel. There is nothing glamorous about it. I have no emotion. I cannot love, I cannot be happy. I love not even the Lord himself... I fear him. For emotion can only get in the way of the mission to wipe out every sin. However, I can wish. I wish to be filled with emotion just once. I wish to love, to find happiness, to be filled with grief; if only once. You may want to ask me of my past. My past spans throughout the centuries. I have seen everything. The creation, the fall from grace, the death of Christ and the rebirth. I have seen the sins of the world, and I have felt the wounds they inflict upon my body. My past... You ask of my past, but I cannot tell you. I can show you, but the memories are something too painful, to great in the sorrow I cannot feel, I cannot show you. You would die of the broken heart I cannot have.
I pray that when the second coming finally takes place, when the trumpets finally sound, that I will find peace once again; the peace that I felt in those first 7 days as the Lord created the Earth, the moon, and the stars... Let me find peace, and hold it in my hands forever.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 7:11 pm
 ●คє๏ภ●ςг๏รร● ●๒ครเςร●● I was born on a cloudy day in April. ● On my last birthday, I blew out 230 candles. ● I lived in Arcadia before I came here. ● People tell me I am a Good fighter, a Great man and very Loyal. ● I am special because I am an Elven Warrior. ●ครк ๏Ŧ ๓ק אครt● What of my past… I am an Elf you see. I come from the most beautiful place you will ever see, should you have the great fortune to see it. Arcadia is its name! For the 230 years I have lived in this word (Yes, I am still very young!) that is where I have spent most of my time. What a place it was! Ah, but I am distracted, I get that way a lot. Yes, back on to my past. I lived in Arcadia, as you know. I was trained to be a warrior, on a pale horse I rode, my faithful bow in hand, fighting many wars with the countries surrounding my own. The trees and the Earth were my comrades, and we never lost a fight. When I wasn’t fighting, I lived in my humble home, decorated with my own handcrafted goods. You see, in Arcadia, we were not only warriors, but we were artisans as well, and how skilled we were! I always get so excited when I think about it! What of my family… I lived with my mother and father for the first 20 years of my life. I was so very young when I left my home, they needed my skill in the Great War. In Elf years, 20 years is really not that many. I do not know how old I would have been to you… I must have looked at least 10 in human years. But I was skilled, and I had to do it. Both my parents were killed when the War jumped the walls of the city. For this, I will have eternal sorrow, but life goes on. What else is there to tell of my life? So many years and so little to tell! When we meet, no doubt I will have something of myself to speak. Until then, my friend!
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 7:11 pm
 ●ฬเภtєг●๒lคเг● ●๒ครเςร●● I was born on a Snowy day in December. ● On my last birthday, I blew out 18 candles. ● I lived in A City before I came here. ● People tell me I am Quiet, Shy and Depressing. ● I am special because I am a Human. ●ครк ๏Ŧ ๓ק אครt● I… I know nothing of my past… I woke up in the middle of the street, my knees were scuffled, and my hair was tousled. I was scared. I didn’t remember my name, my age, where I came from… I’ve forgotten everything. What am I to do? What am I to do, but to find help? I know there is someone out there who can give me back my past, or at least give me a future to look forward to. I’m scared and alone. Do you know who can help me? Do you know who I am? Please, give me my past back! I cannot stand having this amnesia. I haven't anywhere to go. I have to live on the street, off of the kindness of others, but I don't want to be kidnapped again. I suppose I will have to find some... detective or something... One who will help me out of the goodness of their heart...
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 7:12 pm
 ●คlєץเ●เשคภ๏ש● ●๒ครเςร●● I was born on a Blizzard day in December. ● On my last birthday, I blew out 18 candles. ● I lived in Russia before I came here. ● People tell me I am Uptight, agreeable, and Hidden. ● I am special because I am a Sorcerer. ●ครк ๏Ŧ ๓ק אครt● Zdravstvuĭte, menya zovut Nikolaĭ Ivanov. In Mother Russia…! I am kidding, kidding. I did not live in Russia for most of my life. I was born and raised in Russia, yes, and I can speak it fluently, but when I was very young I earned an apprenticeship with a Warlock from Wales. It was fantastic! I learned to speak English and old Latin in order to learn the spells of old. I was skilled, so very skilled. I could transfigure things, paralyze them, I could even call my friends to my side. I made friends with Dragons, and they lent me their power every so often, and when I was in need of help, they would come to my side, not because I called upon them, but because they were my kin. I learned the art of potion making, crystal magic; there was nothing I could not do! I was powerful! But there came a day when I abused my powers, not purposefully of course. My master that I apprenticed over used me, tricked me into killing a hundred innocents. Because of this, I lost everything. The Lords of the Stone took my power away, and left me with only a small bit of green magic. Here I am, a Sorcerer, and at the young age of but 18, I am useless. One day, I will prove to The Stone that I am worthy of my power once more!
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 8:19 am
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[size=9]1 to 2 LONG paragraph Autobiography[/size]
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 12:03 pm
 ＣＡＭＥＲＯＮ ＤＡＬＴＯＮ ＣＡＳＥ #:８２６４ａＮＡＭＥ: ｃａｍｅｒｏｎ ｄａｌｔｏｎＡＧＥ:１９ＣＯＮＤＩＴＩＯＮ:ｄｉｓｓｏｃｉａｔｉｖｅ ｉｄｅｎｔｉｔｙ ｄｉｓｏｒｄｅｒＳＥＶＥＲＩＴＹ:ＳＥＶＥＲＥＲＥＡＳＯＮ ＦＯＲ ＡＤＭＩＴＴＡＮＣＥ:ｋｉｌｌｅｄ ｂｅｓｔ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ ａｔ
ａｌｔｅｒ'ｓ ｒｅｑｕｅｓｔ. ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ ａｔｔｅｍｐｔｓ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｖｅｓ ｏｆ ｈｉｓ ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ. ｐｒｏｎｅ ｔｏ ｖｉｏｌｅｎｃｅ.ＳＰＥＣＩＡＬ ＮＯＴＥＳ:ｈｅｒｅ ｏｎ ｃｏｕｒｔ ｏｒｄｅｒｅｄ ｓｔａｙ. ｔｗｏ
ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ ａｒｒｅｓｔｓ. ｋｅｅｐ ａｗａｙ ｆｒｏｍ ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｔｈａｔ
ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｕｓｅｄ ａｓ ａ ｗｅａｐｏｎ. ｖｅｒｙ ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ.ＣＵＲＲＥＮＴ ＴＲＥＡＴＭＥＮＴＳ: ｓｅｃｌｕｓｉｏｎ. ｎｏ ｍｅｄｉｃａｔｉｏｎ, ｕｎｔｒｅａｔａｂｌｅ ｃｏｎｄｉｔｉｏｎ.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 1:45 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ｒｅｉｄxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxａｂｏｕｔ ｍｅ::xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMy Name:: My name is Arabella Reid. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMy Age:: I am 18 years old. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMy Status:: I am Single and Straight. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMy Birthday:: is in September. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWhere I lived:: I lived in a rural part of London. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWhy I'm here:: I am here because I wanted to Explore the world and Get away from home. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHow My Life Used to Be:: My life used to be full of Poverty and Depression. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLikes:: I love to Fight, Sail, and Explore! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDislikes:: I hate being poor, being Sad, and being Beat around by Soldiers!
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 10:03 pm
 ＣＡＭＥＲＯＮ ＤＡＬＴＯＮ ＣＡＳＥ #:８２６４ａＮＡＭＥ: ｃａｍｅｒｏｎ ｄａｌｔｏｎＡＧＥ:１９ＣＯＮＤＩＴＩＯＮ:ｄｉｓｓｏｃｉａｔｉｖｅ ｉｄｅｎｔｉｔｙ ｄｉｓｏｒｄｅｒＳＥＶＥＲＩＴＹ:ＳＥＶＥＲＥＲＥＡＳＯＮ ＦＯＲ ＡＤＭＩＴＴＡＮＣＥ:ｋｉｌｌｅｄ
ｂｅｓｔ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ ａｔ ａｌｔｅｒ'ｓ ｒｅｑｕｅｓｔ.
ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ ａｔｔｅｍｐｔｓ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｖｅｓ ｏｆ ｈｉｓ ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ. ｐｒｏｎｅ ｔｏ ｖｉｏｌｅｎｃｅ.ＳＰＥＣＩＡＬ ＮＯＴＥＳ:ｈｅｒｅ ｏｎ ｃｏｕｒｔ
ｏｒｄｅｒｅｄ ｓｔａｙ. ｔｗｏ ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ
ａｒｒｅｓｔｓ. ｋｅｅｐ ａｗａｙ ｆｒｏｍ ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ
ｔｈａｔ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｕｓｅｄ ａｓ ａ ｗｅａｐｏｎ. ｖｅｒｙ ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ.ＣＵＲＲＥＮＴ ＴＲＥＡＴＭＥＮＴＳ: ｓｅｃｌｕｓｉｏｎ. ｎｏ ｍｅｄｉｃａｔｉｏｎ, ｕｎｔｒｅａｔａｂｌｅ
ｃｏｎｄｉｔｉｏｎ.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 6:39 pm
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