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 Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 10:29 pm
 α ℓ έ α т σ я єa French word for 'randomness'
One x one between le Doodle and T_trees_T!
This follows the lives of two of the characters in the main roleplay, ℛenaissance. To go to the main roleplay, click the link below. check out:
✯ ℛenaissance, a fantasy-based roleplay ✯
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 10:30 pm
the c α s т ✯ X A N D E Rfull name: Xaphan, the former Angel of Invention; goes by Xander
age: How long have angels been around?
species: angel -- fallen, to be exact.
personality: sardonic | aloof | charming | resourceful | intuitive | rude
abilities: flight | enhanced speed, strength, sight, hearing, & smell | rapid regeneration
played by T_trees_T
J O H N ✯
full name: Johnikliathen Sherledismithrhett; goes by John
age: 387 years
species: part-human, part any-existing-animal
personality: awkward | intelligent | curious | philosophical | bipolar
abilities: can change into any animal | heightened senses
played by le Doodle
credits:
translations taken from GoogleTranslate
images taken from GoogleImages
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 10:51 pm
le Doodle derp✧Ｊｏｈｎｉｋｌｉａｔｈｅｎ "JOHN" Ｓｈｅｒｌｅｄｉｓｍｉｔｈｒｈｅｔｔ✧derp
shape-changer || awkward || 387 || intelligent || current mood:: NERVOUS
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 ⇨An extremely thin figure was thrown about the raggedy red couch rather haphazardly. It was his favorite, obviously well used. His limbs were strewn about, though he managed to balance a tub of mint ice cream on his abdomen. One white earphone was plugged into his left ear, blasting classical music. His eyes were glued onto the TV, the colors from it reflecting from his bi colored eyes. Somehow, he was eating the ice cream with a plastic fork. With the hand that wasn't holding the fork, he was playing with a rubik's cube, absent-mindedly solving it then shuffling it without looking at it. The blinds were shut, daylight barely peeking through. He was staring at the TV, completely submersed in it, though the subject would be insanely boring for others. It was in Latin, also. The voice was droning and monotonous. It was an old college lecture, one he had recorded with a VCR. It was pretty obvious he hadn't had put in much effort to keep up with the times, he was content with what he had. Suddenly, his fork was just scraping the bottom of the tub, not icecream. He reluctantly took his eyes from the screen, and his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity when he had noticed he had eaten the entire tub. He hadn't even noticed he was eating it at points, his hand and jaw moving mechanically as he watched the lecture. John had opened the tub of ice cream less than 15 minutes ago, his stomach still rumbling. He swung his legs over, and stood up, his lanky figure clothed in the oddest apparel. He had one shoe, and the other was a striped sock, skinny jeans, a blue long sleeve shirt under a snug white t-shirt, and a checkered scarf. He also was wearing his glasses, and his hair looked as though he had spent the morning skydiving. He dropped the empty tub in the trash can, still absent mindedly holding the fork in his mouth as he shuffled to the fridge. He opened it, and frowned in curiosity, like a child being told he couldn't play. "XANDER? At what time, did Raph say exactly, we were receiving more edible substan-- ...food?" " John called up to wherever Xander had decided to stare broodingly out the window. Raphael had actually restocked the fridge yesterday, magically without even appearing, but John had already eaten most of it, with Xander eating the rest. John sighed, closing it, and pausing his iPod. The top floor of the HQ already looked like a complete mess, even though Raphael had magically cleaned it yesterday, also. John sighed as his stomach rumbled, and he roamed looking through all the cabinets. "Seriously, Xander, I'm famished..." He said a bit quieter, his slightly British accent coming out with anxiety as he wondered what they would do.
John started pacing, the lecture now lost in the background. He had watched it many times before, he had practically memorized it. "Nunc igitur videamus proximo exemplo..." [Now, if we observe the next example] he mumbled, reciting with it, the words readily on his tongue, exactly on time with the professor.
If only words were that ready when you're actually with people.
He told himself, though he knew it was impossible. The only time he sounded remotely like a normal human was when he was alone with Xander, and even then he talked oddly. He was trying to stop saying Edible Substances, since apparently it irked Xander, though it was extremely hard for him. He supposed he was most comfortable with Xander because most of the animals agreed with him, though it took an extremely long time.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 10:44 pm
X A N D E R и ɒ н q ɒ x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthe former Angel of Invention 
As per usual, while John was going about the house in that infuriatingly nerdy way he always did, Xander, John's ... housemate, in a way, was sitting by the windowsill, still as a rock, his chin resting on his hand, which in turn, rested on a lanky leg curled to his chest. A book lay open on his lap, but it seemed merely there for decoration; instead, he stared out the window, watching people and cars go up and down the street, with an expression that could only be described as enigmatic. He often assumed this position when it was just the two of them alone in the headquarters - the women on the team having their own places on the city, so they didn't live in the headquarters like the men did - so silent and so still that John had mentioned to him once he felt like he was the only one in the building.
The shapeshifter had inquired before what the ex-Angel was thinking about when he sat by the window, but Xander never paid him any attention, and John had long since stopped trying to get an answer out of him. John was always trying to talk to him anyway, commenting about the most random things, all of which Xander really did not care about in the slightest, and so, normally either never replied or ended the conversation with a nasty, dismissive statement. And it wasn't as if the guy was always like that, because he wasn't when any other being was around; it was always only when it was just him and Xander. Honestly, Xander did not understand humans at times.
"XANDER?" Speak of the devil. For the sixtieth time, Xander did not care about the slight lisp the old college professor had. He didn't show any sign of acknowledgement, aside from a twitch.
"At what time did Raph say exactly, we were receiving more edible substan--"
Now Xander responded, lolling his head back to look at the shape-shifter, framing him with a withering expression. He was positive no other human said 'edible substances' in place of 'food.' Of all humans to get stuck living with, he had to get stuck with the strange, awkward freako?
"--food?"
"He didn't," Xander replied, a tired tone in his voice. "Must be why you can't remember. You know that Angel, he never tells us when he's coming or going." You never said an Angel's full name unless you wanted their attention brought to you, if you wanted them to answer your prayer or if you were asking their help, and definitely not in casual conversation. That was why the team usually referred to their 'manager' as 'Mr. R,' or simply 'Raph.' "Don't tell you already finished all of it? You didn't even give the stuff time to freeze."
"Seriously, Xander, I'm famished."
Xander could practically hear the puppy-dog eyes in John's voice. He rolled his eyes, and lowered his head down to the book. He'd opened it to a random page, and now he scanned the tiny text, trying to guess what exactly the book was about. He was debating between the origins of Greek myths, or just a story about a woman who gets turned into a cow. He flipped a page, his next words spilling out of his mouth before he could properly think about it. "So don't wait for Raph to serve it to you on a silver platter; go get some more 'edible substances' yourself."
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 5:39 pm
derp✧Ｊｏｈｎｉｋｌｉａｔｈｅｎ "JOHN" Ｓｈｅｒｌｅｄｉｓｍｉｔｈｒｈｅｔｔ✧derp
shape-changer || awkward || 387 || intelligent || current mood:: HUNGRY
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⇨John couldn't hold back the small but childish smile that lit up his face when Xander said 'edible substances.' John's smile was barely there for a moment, though, as it was replaced with a slight frown. He played with his sleeve, and his eyebrows furrowed. He looked suddenly really embarrassed, and he bit his lip. John quickly debated if the food was worth it, and he was silent. "i can't drive..." he said quietly, knowing the closest grocery store type thing that wasn't a bookstore or a pub was a good couple miles out. John brushed off the hunger, though his stomach was now poking him with sharp pains. He knew that Xander didn't do 'favors'. John couldn't drive because it made him much too tense. There were a billion things that could go wrong at any given moment, and 90% of pets HATE being in cars. He tried once, and he ended up having an extreme migraine and almost passing out. All of the animals were either screaming or clawing to get out, and he couldn't handle them all.
John shuffled over to the fridge, re-checking it as though something would magically show up. His bi colored eyes searched the kitchen for any food left out, but he knew he would be disappointed before he even began.
He stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking like a lost child in a toy store that had no toys.
{{OOC:: Sorry so short, homework.}}
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 9:27 pm
X A N D E R и ɒ н q ɒ x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthe former Angel of Invention
Xander had fully expected to be left alone after his last retort, already turning his attention to the book in his lap, but John was apparently hungry enough to bother him again. At first, Xander didn't quite get John's meaning, his attention already mostly on trying to decipher the roundabout way in which Greeks wrote. Then, it sunk in, and hazel-colored eyes dragged themselves up to meet John's, a pure 'you're-kidding-me' look on his face. And then, just to reiterate his point, "You're kidding me." He flipped a page, almost disdainfully. "You can't seriously be asking me what I think you're asking."
No one, absolutely no one, rode in his car except himself. The red convertible was Xander's pride, (the 'joy' part purposely left out because nothing about Xander was ever joyous) and he'd made clear more than once in the past that if the shape-shifter so much as breathed on it, it'd be the last breath he'd ever take. It was just his luck to get stuck with the one guy who refused to get behind the wheel. He was such a child. As if on cue, John wandered around the kitchen, a childlike pout on his face. If Xander hadn't seen up hold his own in battles more times than many, he would've sworn the guy was an infant who got his growth spurt three-hundred years too early. John's bi colored eyes flickered to Xander's once again, naively, innocently.
Flip.
Xander sighed, neatly snapping the book closed. "It'd save me the trouble of having to see Raph's face again anyway." He peeled himself off the windowsill, standing up so fluidly he was almost on par with Lenora. He ran slender fingers through his curly, chestnut brown hair, and shot John a sharply honed glare. "I will never do this again, you hear me? Hurry up and change into something decent, something from this century. Honestly, when did you buy those jeans, 1965?"
He headed to his own room to grab his keys and to change out of the simple v-neck he currently wore. He slipped on a plaid button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, and new jeans. Closing his door shut with a sound click, he headed down the halls to the door leading to the garage, and leaned against the wall, waiting for John to catch up.
[[ooc: I understand completely gonk ]]
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 12:42 pm
derp✧Ｊｏｈｎｉｋｌｉａｔｈｅｎ "JOHN" Ｓｈｅｒｌｅｄｉｓｍｉｔｈｒｈｅｔｔ✧derp
shape-changer || awkward || 387 || intelligent || current mood:: HUNGRY
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⇨John looked a bit surprised when Xander more or less accurately guessed that he had bought the jeans in 1965. It was actually 1960, but he wasn't going to let on. He looked down at his jeans a bit self-consciously, but covered up the look quickly, looking solemn as though he completely understood. His eyes radiated calm understanding and responsibility. The moment, however, that Xander had gotten to the garage, every aspect of responsibility he had held together vanished completely. John did a little hop, his eyes lit up, and he quickly ran to his room like an excited puppy. His room was a complete mess, the floor literally out of sight from piles of textbooks, clothes, and random objects like broken toasters and game controllers. He tried to keep it neat, he honestly did. But each and every time he tried to clean it, he would inevitably find something he hadn't seen in a couple years, and would spend the entire day playing with it.
John dug through the pile of clean clothing in the corner like a dog searching for a bone, finally finding something from the last decade. Triumphantly he picked it up, and changed. It was some denim jeans, two green converse shoes, and a black hoodie stating, "Tesla > Edison" in huge, thin letters. He ran his fingers through his hair, and grabbed his backpack that was hanging off of the foot of the bed. It was a basic canvas backpack, one buttoned flap. Inside was some money, his sketchbook, an iPod, tranquilizer pills, a small black glass bottle, a few medicine bottles, a couple daggers, and a rather extensive home made First Aid kit. He swung it over his shoulder as he ran down the stairs two at a time.
He got to the kitchen, quickly grabbing a glass of water, and he got three pills from the backpack from the medicine bottles, downing them with a glass of water. They were mainly to control the extreme anxiety he got from being in a moving vehicle, from being in a crowd, from having to talk to people, etc.
He spun to avoid the pile of trash, a ball of agile energy, he avoided most pitfalls, only tripping once. He finally got the garage, attempting and failing to appear solemn once again. John knew Xander would see right through him. Though now the main origin of his energy had shifted, from happy excitedness to nervousness. His eyes flicked to the car, and his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously.
{{OOC:: derp}}
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 4:40 pm
X A N D E R и ɒ н q ɒ x
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthe former Angel of Invention
Xander watched John going about his business solemnly, rolling his eyes at the childishness that was his housemate. Though he knew John was trying extremely hard not to, Xander could see the younger man bouncing with excitement and anxiety. He was like a little kid going on a field trip; which, considering it was John, was probably not too far off.
He wasn't worried about time at all - he never had any appointments to go to, aside from his occasional work shifts at the auto-center - but he made a show of checking his watch anyway, looking up when John finally finished up and approached him. He took in the pack hanging by John's side, and raised an eyebrow. "We're taking a car ride to a store a couple blocks away. It'll take ten minutes at the most. No need to pack for an overnight trip." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Let's go."
The sleek, silver Camaro sat idly in the garage. There was a slick shine to the paint when the lights came on. Xander had spent countless hours tending to his car. Xander glanced at John, who acted like the car was a rearing bull, then his convertible, then John once more. Why did he ever agree to this?
"No hands out the window, no feet on the dashboard, no face on the glass. In short, minimal - and by minimal, I mean next to nonexistent - contact with the car. Got it?" Xander moved towards the car and opened the door, but right before he climbed in, he remembered something and froze, one foot in, pointing a warning finger at John. "And dont touch the radio. Ever."
Xander turned the key, the sound of the engine purring like music to his ears, and checked his mirrors. He waited a moment for John to get settled and strapped in ("Seatbelt.") before pulling out of the garage and down the street. They rode in silence, as Xander seldom ever listened to the radio, and didn't attempt to make idle conversation with his companion. The hood was down, and wind rustled their hair. Xander would only later realize that that probably wasn't the greatest idea when riding with a guy who had an asthma attack at the concept of moving vehicles.
[[ooc: school/homework/life. sorry for the late reply! gonk ]]
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minus infinity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 11:36 pm
Since your roleplay partner isn't here anymore, are you interested in restarting this with another partner? Just curious.
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