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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 6:10 pm
This journal is for ropin and ridin's use only. Fellow Pae'il owners, and people with explicit permission may/may not post. Dropping off of gifts is also/not allowed. Please contact ropin and ridin if you would like to be able to post here.
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Tyrone
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Male
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First
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ropin and ridin
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Pae'il (c) Antidia
Created by - Tiaphanu
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:07 pm
Alright Ropin spill... what's going on in here?!
- *coughs* well my tasty little treats... I mean friends, looks like you just stumbled upon my journal! -
- So how's it feel to be a snack for da Ropin? JK <.<... >.> but feel free to lurk and read, just don't post unless I give the okay. -
-Well basically I'll be using this journal for some random rp's of mine and keeping track of important events. -
Ps: Da Ropin is crazeh... neva forget dat foo!
Inside the box- er, I mean contents!
Tyrone and current stage
Contents
About Ropin (the character)
Gift art and my artness!
Friends and Family
-__- Ropin, why is Tyro like this?!
Meet the real Tyrone (rp character)
The story begins!
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:08 pm
All About Ropin Name: Ropin N. Riden Gender: female Age: 17 Grade: 11th Race: Human... unless cowgirls are from another planet. Height: 5ft 7in Weight: 130 lbs Hair Color: BLUE! Eye Color: deep blue Likes: Horses, the ranch life, bull ride'n cowboys! xd Dislikes: cruelty to animals, never-ending questions, things she fails at.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:09 pm
Gift Art And My Art ~Sometimes I will get the random urge to draw stuff, and who knows in the near future sometime I might get an urge to draw my pae, or other character. For I am crazy and psycho and I do stuff like that. x_X;; But anyway this is where I will be posting art by me... as well as any gift art I might recieve for my pae.~ My art ~None at the time~Gift arts~None at the time~
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:13 pm
Friends and Family
Friends
~Tyrone has no friends, he simply does not care to keep close ties with others.~
Family
~... like this will ever happen. ._.;; The Anti-social freak.~
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:30 pm
Ropin, why is Tyro like this?! *bops*
My doing: When I first got my pae I guess I was kinda intimadated about how well known and fast moving Fifth Age was, and kinda stayed away from the place until I lurked enough to figure out how to rp. I got one rp from a friend, but after that I guess I was kinda leery to ask for rp from other people that seemed to know their pae and everyone else, as well as what's going on. Ugh, I regret not diving head first into the unknown now, maybe Tyro would have turned out differently. Now though, I'm slowly trasitioning from lurker to rp'er, just don't expect me to be a social butterfly. *Gasp* The truth has been revealed... ROPIN IS SHY!
Rp Purposes: As a child Tyrone had a bit of a rebellious streak and ran away from Ropin, feeling the attachtment with this being was out of control and the darkness in his soul would some day ruin her. To avoid this he decided to never see her again and try to escape the shadow that was forming over his heart. Unfortunatly, breaking his only bond of compassion only proved to excellerate it's growth. By the time he was an adult Tyro's heart had completely blackened over, as had his internal organs and blood; tainted with evil. Growing bitter, malice filled, and completely uncontrolled Tyrone nearly went back to the HQ to finish off what ever tie he still had with Ropin; for good. But some part of him realized this was wrong, with this his body rejected the evil. A large black scar still remains on his chest where his ribs split on their own and expelled the darkness from his body. One thing about this though, is that along with the darkness, his compassion was gone as well. Nearly an empty shell to basic feeling Tyrone doesn't care for the bonds of friendship or the tie to enemies. But just maybe, one powerful emotion; be it love, despair or hate... just might break through.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 3:51 pm
Meet The Real Tyrone (rp char)
The pae is bassed off one of my rp characters, though a few things in personality have changed, they are in the same in many ways. So in other words, I think I just made myself a cosplay of one of my own characters. Xd!
Basics: Tyrone is one of two brothers, being the little brother of the rp characters. They quarrel often and hate each other's guts to the point they want to kill each other.
Ropin has a plan: That's right, run and hide! *Ahem* I mean I plan on getting another pae, bassed off of the older brother. Some time.
Tyrone Masearro
Name: Tyrone Masearro ((Tyro *little brother*))
Age: looks 21... same as Lore in having seen his day and then some.
Gender: male
Class: demon of sorts
Hair color and style: Bleach blonde almost
Eye color: dark brown
Height: 6ft 1in
Wieght: stare none of your business.
Likes: to torment and drive his brother to the breaking point.
Dislikes: ... getting his a** beat by Lore all the time.
Weapons: None really, prefers hand to hand over anything.
Abilities: His demon form the same as Lore's. Though his skin goes to a deep bloody crimson instead of metalic blue. Hands and feet changing to claws and talons, face pushing out and exposing razor black fangs, and two bony wings that break the skin of his back and shoulders.
Bio: Tyro is what you would call the apple of his father's eye, or so he likes to think. Lucious sees him as a weak pest to do his dirty work, but Tyro does not know this. His soul purpose is to bring Lore back to his father's side... or kill him. But unfortunatly for him Lore knows this, and loathes his brother to the point he is willing to murder him in cold blood before his father's eyes. Tyro is what you would call the flirty girl chaser, though he has better luck with the ladies it is Lore who ends up preserving the line and haveing long relationships... which enough to bring Tyro into a fit of jealous rage. The two beat the hell outta each other over and over again, but in the end it is Lore who normally asserts himself as the stronger brother... and Tyro is forced to recover and repeat the whole process over till his job is done and Lucious will allow him to come back home.
Lorenzo De Masearro ((planning on getting a pae bassed off of him))
Name: Lorenzo De Masearro ((Lore *big brother*))
Age: looks 21... has seen his day and then some xd
Gender: male
Class: demon of sorts
Hair color and style: midnight black, semi-long
Eye color: sea-green
Height: 6ft 5in
Wieght: stare none of your buisness
Likes: red rum, heart Kay-c heart
Dislikes: annoying pests who try and pick a fight, guys who mess with HIS girl, innocent questions and looks.
Hates: His father... feels he's a pawn for his father's plan to bring the world down into the bawls of hell.
Weapons: The first welder of the black blade he passes it down from family member to family member. The black broad sword that is carried by the memories of her family at least once in their unnaturally long lives. This is no ordinary weapon, the black blade has a mind all it's own and is rumored to even have a soul that takes over the minds and bodies of any non-Masearro blood that welds it to do any number of self mutilation it comes up with. But even so, it will taunt it's master of Masearro blood in to doing thing they normally wouldn't do... weld this blade and you better have a strong will. Basically anything she can get her hands on.
Abilities: His true form, his demon form... if you think he was ill tempered already just wait to meet him now. He'll litterally plunge his claw into a man's chest and rip his beating heart out if he loses it to much. His skin hardening and going to a metalic blue tint, primal instinct coursing through his veins as hands and feet turn to claws and talons, as two bony wings break the skin of his back and shouders. It is from him his family is cursed with this, and is damn proud of it as well. Able to comunicate with the shadows in the ancient tongue, bring forth violent storms in a whim, melt into the shadows, and even regenerate to bring himself back from mortal wound and even death. Though this is a gift it is his curse, his father, Lucious, does not permit his son to die until he has forfilled his plans for the boy... and bring the earth into the bawls of hell.
Bio: ((Midevil times)) Lorenzo was never the kind of guy you wanted to hold a grudge against, he trusted his father Lucious to do what was right... only to find out his true heritage as a demon and his father's plans for him. Shocked Lore grew angry and defiant, all at a young age of 12, and went against his father's words and wishes. Spending his time and energy to counter Lucious' actions the demon lord grey furious at his son and spend many long days teaching him who it was he was fighting. With a hatred for his father he thought him vile and a disgrace, making his way out of the ancient realm to the strange land above... unaware he was following in his father's plans after all. It is here Lore tries to escape his father's plans for him. Bitter, cold, and angry... he'll kill for the hell of it, for he belongs to no side... good or evil... pure or vile... it's nothing to him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 2:40 pm
The Story Begins It had been quite some time since the Pae had contact with anyone. Especially Ropin, but he perfered to keep as much distance between himself and her as possible. The demon of a Pae at the moment was on his own as usual, standing quietly amongst the shadows of the forest. He had made this his home, not a very good one he might add, but a life of solitude that he fancied above anything else. Why? He was the closest thing to anti-social the dictionary could get to. Not because he was shy or afraid, but the red demon with the black scar across his chest simply did not feel the need to express moments of his life with another. With a deep sigh of nothingness he flicked his blonde hair away from his eyes and sank down to the ground, absorbing the silence as if it were his own life-force. Ropin came to his mind again, but he swatted the thought away as if it were an annoying bug buzzing to closely to his ears. There was nothing to do, nothing that needed to be done. Tyrone lived his life in this seclusion, doing as he must, and nothing that didn't suit his taste on the morbid outlook of life he had chosen to live.
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