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 Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 1:24 pm
 | Alexander ~ A Sticky Shadow |
Act One
Male
Unknown Play
Played by D o o d l e.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 1:25 pm
-- A Sticky Shadow ...
Age : 23
Height : N/a
Weight : N/a
Appearance : | ... |
Play : Yet to be Discovered.
Background :: [ Plays off a bit from the play.. >>;; ]
A young orphan left to fend for himself...
Alexander doesn't know much about himself as a young child, but he remembers that he was left in a city in a time of great change.
He found himself able to take whatever he wanted by means of theft or deception. Even as a young boy, he was able to take what he needed though 'guilt trips.'
By always being the cold and dark, thats is where he is found constantly with a battle to be a 'better' person.
Personality :: Alexander finds strife in his life. Being torn between what is right and what he wants. Of course, even with such an aura of being confident in decision, there is bound to be twists. The character is faced with such whereas the only means to do, is to do wrongly to do well. Not only is his way confusing, but it is clever, in a sense that he has something only he knows, and will only reveal after what has been done cannot be redone. Hiding in the shadows watching others, wanting so much, he only satisfies himself through his snakelike behavior and there uncovers his skill for being, not only alluring, but being able to give a sense of 'easy trust.'
Moreover, Alexander is constantly in thought.. Thought about what is to happen, what is happening and what happened. He speaks few words, most of the time to answer to other people, or to bring a bit of irk to those around him. He is also the type to stand idlely with his eyes closed against walls.. Just standing, if not sitting down with an elbow on his knee and his treasure between his legs.
More Tba.Rp Logs. -
Releasing -- [ ... ]
Rp Log 1 -- A Wandering Mind.. causes Wandering Steps.
Rp Log 2 -- The Good Times are Killing Me...
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 1:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 1:27 pm
Quests -
Selior Quest Time! | Act Two~
Alexander hasen't been around much, but he's already starting to explore the memories of his character. Hard as it may be to face, there are things coming quickly now and the progression into act two has begun.
As has been documented before, the majority of memories often return after an expressive dream. Have Alexander settle into a bedroom if he hasen't already and get a good nights rest, he's going to be spending a tiring night in dream world.
His dreams will take him through his life (or former life) and when he awakes he will be all the more changed.
(( Treat this like a prompt! Rp out (as a journal entry or otherwise; but please make sure theres atleast a link in the journal) Alexander's dream! This can be a scene from him actual play or a scene from his life, however you choose to work it. The scene doesn't need to be an important one, but it will bring an epiphany to him upon waking regardless. When he awakes, he will feel more like 'himself. Be sure to note any physical changes that occur at this point, such as stature changes, hair color changes, hair length changes, etc. Act Two is the begining of physical changes, and the true spirit of the character. If you wish it, include reference pictures or specific descriptions of any new physical changes or possesions you wish to be included in your character art.))
Argh, and to this, my friend, the Dream World Awaits. --
Alexander had been exploring the mansion for quite some time. Meeting Cornelius and Muse, and then eventually Selior made him more curiousas to what the mansion had to offer. Finding the Gem with Nicolai, and then trecking around to look for another room of the sort... only confused him more.
Not to mention the letter left to him in his parcel. And yet, through all this time, he had never really found a room to actually stay in.
I am.. quite tired.. Doing all of this is hard.. He thought to himself. Apparently... wandering around for ages without proper rest is not a good thing, even.. even I would know that.
He then made himself the task of looking for a suitable room for himself to sleep. He went back through the halls, looking in the doors, opening random ones, and then closing them. He saw ordinary rooms, nothing exuberant, or grandiose of the sort. He pursed his lips after, what seemed like, two hours of searching and decided on the next door he opened, was the room he was going to stay in.
He stomped around, looking for anything interesting to his eye, until he finally decided to open... any door.
After his frustrating attempt to find the perfect room, he settled on the one in front of him. It was a single door entrance, no different than the others, but upon entering there was a small hallway to get to the main of his room. On the walls of the minature hallway/'recieving hall' there were pictures of old buildings and wilted flowers, random images, meaning nothing to him. The floor to the beginning of the room, was hardwood, dark cherry finished with a clear glaze. On top of it was a floor rug, with a simple, yet elegant, design of swirls with a dark red trim. On his right side entering, a large all mirror was placed. Here he took great interest, as he walked he watching himself, measuring his strides, taking in his appearance, seeing what he looked like.. for he hasn't seen himself truley for such a long time.
He finally snapped out of his long self-examination and then stepped into the heart of the room. There were no windows, only pictures with windows in them. The bed was on the east wall, a smaller bed, but it looked to fit perfectly to him. The sheets were a dark red, with gold trimming, and black pillows. Next to the bed was a small accent table, on top of it, a tiny reading lamp, with a small leather book next to it with the words "Jorunal" emblazoned on it. The floor was not hardwood, but a deep grey carpet, with white swirls to match the rug. There was an inlet of the wall, to sit, it was filled with black with red swirled pillows as well. The walls of the room, where plain white, with no swirls, just white. There was on dresser in the corner, but nothing special about it, just a plain white, matching into the wall.
Feeling tired, he sat down on the inlet of the wall, moving some pillows aside. Thinking of what had happened to him, he suddenly remembered that he had given his parcel to Muse, and suddenly felt empty. He was pale, his pallor almost matching the wall. He closed his eyes, and set his arm over them around his forehead. He muttered some small words, and then drifted into a deep sleep.
[[ Dream sequence will be in next post ]]
"Alexander!"
"ALEXANDER!"
"ALEXANDER YOU LAZY FOOL!"
A booming voice was heard over the distance. A woman stomped around the building, calling out his name for some time, in a loud voice.
"ALEXANDER, I WILL PERSONALLY COOK YOU AND EAT YOU IF YOU DO NOT COME OUT HERE!" she stated angrily. Her face was turning red as she advanced towards the basement door. Her loud brown leather shoes made click noises going down the rickety old wooden stairs. "Oh, when I find you.." she muttered to herself. She proceeded down the dark stairway, taking steps three at a time.
She finally reached the bottom and reached for a light, a lantern. "Alexander?" she asked, scared of what she found in the cellar.
Alexander was laying on the ground, holding onto a small coin, admiring its shine, its wonders, its beauty. He didn't move from his position, although aware of her presence.
"Hag." was all he muttered out.
He got up, and walked past her, carrying the coin, never letting his eyes leave its sight, "I did not die, do not worry, your customers will be fine without potatoes for five minutes," he stated bitterly.
He trecked back to the outer room, a bar.
The old hag was a lady of large stature who had owned a well known bar throughout the town, Alexander had worked there.. making a small living after being found by the woman. There, he felt like a no one, only doing work for anything.. for a life he never felt complete with.. an unsatisfying life of want and only want.
He served a man earlier that day, and the man had tipped Alexander, with that small coin, that to a man like that was nothing, to Alexander, a new hope with a shining beacon, a shining light that was going to bring him a new life.
He did nothing more, when he disappeared from the bar soon after emerging from the cellar.
He had run away, run away from the only thing he was able to call a home..
but he thought differently. Now, the world was his home.. and through this small coin, this small piece of nothing to others, started his new life.
"Alexander, you can only be one thing, and that, my poor boy, is a thief."
[[ Continuing in next post ]]The stage set to black.
The stage of his mind reverted back to a normal sleeping state. There were no more dreams, only that small piece of his memory logged into his dream, and began to change him. Slowly, at night, as he twisted his body, and moved his arms in unease, then suddenly awoke.
He sat up in a confused state. He felt as if he were in a new area, yet, again. One second, he was in a tent, the next, a room, with elaborate settings, a new home. He then shook his head, in an attempt to wake himself up. He set his hands on his face, and then rubbed it. His eyes, tired, his body, like he was something new, he couldn't grasp what he was feeling at the moment. He felt stiff, unable to move freely, like a new pair of shoes.
He tried to move from his bed too quickly, and stumbled out instead. He layed there, confused, he felt his limbs, his face, he felt.. different.
Suddenly, he got up and stepped, quickly, to the wall sized mirror in the entrance hallway of his room. He looked in it, staring as if a stranger was staring back at him through the mirror.
He stepped closer, his hair, short, like a messy mop upon his hair, his eyes, were darker, and the circles around his eyes matched the darkness. His skin was slightly more pale, and his arms were longer, his body thinner and he was taller. He looked like a fox, his body more formed for the dark slyness. His fingers were longer, his whole body, was thinner to move quicker through the darkness, to hide safely, to be the perfect theif.
He was himself.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 10:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 10:05 am
Twentieth Day of the Fourth Month in the Year Two Thousand and Seven.
Sixth hour at the third minute of the morning hours.
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"So it seems.. that I am myself once more..or more of it.. there's a distinct arugment inside of me.. between two persons in which.. battle for the rights of being human.. being alive once more.
My day.
Today, I circled the area in which I reside. Meeting some and others not too many.. for I have been inside for most of my time. Studying.. learning of everything from the world to the mind; Small to large, Minute to Decades.. everything on a scale of little of man to large of beast.
Education.. is so fascinating.. I am surprised so few know much of it.. I plan to escape those in the marjority.. Escape and become one that is of a better few.. a single man, knowing more with enough wit to escape any kind of entrapment or snare.
The people here, though, are quite different. I am but a lowly theif.. whilst others.. fly... I am ordinary.. just a plain theif.. taking items from people who wish only to succeed to a higher platform of life.. Go figure.. that all of these people.. are the same that have shown my compassion.. and understanding.
It is my time.. I suppose to learn more.. I, too, can be one of them.
But for now.. my sleep has evaded me enough, for I have caught it."
-- Alexander.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 5:31 pm
"There is only one way for me to explore, exactly, what I have become."
-- Not dated.
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