Post by scryingphantom on Feb 2, 2011 22:26:13 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"Don't wanna be another player losing in this game
I'm trying to impress upon you
We're not the same…"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
“You’ve came to welcome me? Well, isn’t that a first? Though it’s not a surprise to say the least… “The Graceful Assassin”, though you may call me Marluxia. …did you just call me ‘Marlu’?”
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Cute? Ho, no, cute does not even scratch the definition of my superiority. My age, you ask? Well, certainly not old, my dear. That was another 'geezer' (as he was labeled by someone I knew as a partner) I knew once before. Heh, if you must know, let us assume I’m in my twenties...and I was born in the month of May. Affiliation, you ask? So you know I was once from Organization XIII? Number XI (eleven), you ask? If so then my title is known.. or, was once known. Due to a certain Keyblade wielder, Organization XIII is no more. So I work for myself...in a sense, a 'neutral' state of an alliance...”
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how ‘bout you and me go on a date?"
"Young? My, you must really like me to state that. Also you intrigue me, now, demanding a date out of me. Sometimes I wonder if my appearance just makes anyone want to ask me out? Well, guess I shouldn’t be surprised by it. –chuckles- My dear, how about more of the interview? I’d dislike to taint my name with someone whom may not be able to keep to my standards of woman... I've had a woman at my side before and, as of right now, you're not to her standards.”
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
“What isn’t my specialization? –smirks- Moving into the ‘serious’ discussion, I’m a physical fighter. My scythe provides me with my power, next to my ability to control plants… What’s with that sneer? Are you mocking my abilities now? Oh, I advice you don’t do that…”
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Oh I bet you say that to everyone you like."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Ho~? These questions never cease, do they? To answer your question, I’m 5’9”."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Mm? What were you mumbling there? …heh, I bet you’d like to find out. To tease, I should simply state I’m built, yes. If there are further questions about my appearance can be answered by merely gazing, much like you’re currently doing, at the cloak I wear. Anything underneath, is out of your reach currently.”
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
“I typically wear this cloak – robe, there is no need to correct me with that language. So there isn’t much of a change, I’m afraid. I can admit, I take great pride in taking great care into my appearance.”
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Ho~? Now do we have short time memory loss? I believe you mean ‘Marluxia; the Graceful Assassin’.”
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"That’s what I thought you said. Yet, I couldn’t get possibly better…could I?"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Other than a certain Keyblade wielder, I’ll honestly admit I’m not a fan of fire. Nor do I smile upon people whom don’t give me the respect I deserve. As for likes, clearly you can tell I don’t mind plants – for it should be obvious. Hmm, I’ll come flat out and state that I like to be in command. With the help of my trusty scythe, Graceful Dahlia, I’ll make sure power comes to me – even by threat."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Who is this Jonas? Heh. Oh, I’m quite manipulative and conniving. Indeed, like I’ve mentioned I’m quite a power-thirty male. Not only that, but by now – I do hope you’ve realized it – I’m quite egotistical.”
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Describe myself? That could take a quite a bit of time, however, I’ll sum it down to this… As mentioned, twice before, I enjoy being a superior. To the point I like manipulating my own comrades against one another. However, I don’t see how that’s so negative…since, honestly, my determination lead me to do that in the Organization I was once in. Even with a partner gone, my mind hadn’t changed, I wanted power. So I failed, once, doesn’t mean I’ll fail again, correct?”
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Hmm, I’m afraid not. You lost your chance back when you forgot who I was and compared me with myself."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Oh, now you want to rush? Did I strike a nerve? …apparently not. Dancing? I’ll take a rain check. Rooms? No. You’ve lost your chance, now leave me be."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Boss? Heh, so you don’t like listening either. Once more, you’ve intrigue me. My heritage? You don’t need to know about that…since, I’m lacking a family you see."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Huh, I doubt it..since even I haven’t began to ‘love you’. Let alone, if the family still existed, I believe they’d make you help with the organic garden…if you get my drift.”
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I tried to overthrow an organization and ended up being defeated by a kid. Is that enough now?"
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"…..-sigh- Must I end this, myself, instead?"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Marluxia
age. 20
rp experience. Quite some time.
rules. Yes, and among the character selection you’ve mentioned about a ‘thundaga’ as a password. That, and several times I believe the term ‘SOTH’ is used in them~
rp sample.
”The start to the finish,
Come on and let me hear it,
Go on - go ahead and tell your story…“
”Stories” by There for Tomorrow
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Footfalls hit asphalt in a rash rush as Zexion picked up his pace. He hadn’t been in this place – “Midgar” as he was informed – for long. Yet he prayed to evacuate as soon as possible. This place reeked - not because of the smog from once was technologic-advanced - but because of the pedestrians that now roamed about. His allergies were already flared and with several shady people wondering about; why risk his chance? Yet, that was back in the dust-ridden ‘slums’. Maybe he can handle the now slight-ruined city he was maneuvering through.[/size]
His nose wrinkled, as he fought back a sneeze that threatened his senses. Zexion let his feet guide him, while he paid no attention to those who peered in his direction. Luck was on his side, it seemed, if one judged by outfit. His leather vest blended well into the leathered covered outfits he spotted earlier. They all seemed to be covered in armor – he assumed, instantly, this land had to be militaristic based. Or, a correction is in order, was once. Which meant one thing: don’t do something stupid and get caught for it.
Heaving forward, the male couldn’t help but take in the surrounding buildings – er, what managed to remain, that is. The young male stopped in his tracks, gazing about in hopes for something to pique his interest. Other then knowing what befell upon this city to cause these surroundings. The male instantly sighed, deciding that his mind shouldn’t strain itself over trivial things. He would learn when the time came, automatically dismissing restless theories buzzing in his mind.
With a sigh Zexion let his hand lift up; summoning his Lexicon in a brilliant, white, light. Holding the leather-bound book always put him at ease. On his agenda next was finding a place (to where he felt it was safe) and read in peace. Rounding a corner on the block, Zexion was startled by bumping into someone. His sapphire orb widen in surprise, letting the Lexicon slip from his grasp. The book hit the ground with a ‘thud’, snapping Zexion out of his daze.
The man stood before him, towering his frail-like frame. Ginger hair, chopped in various layers, contrasted perfectly against blazing emeralds. Zexion felt his body tense, intimated by the scent. It was not vial, like many others before. Yet, it held something – perhaps a passed issue? Zexion wouldn’t know, but if his ‘instincts’ weren’t telling him to run; he concluded he was safe…for now.
”My apologizes,” he spoke out loud, voice never faltering a key. He knelt down, scooping up the book into his grasp. Fingers worked, brushing at his beloved – checking it for any damage. His visible orb softened, thanking everything nothing was ruined. As he stood, Zexion gazed up. A weak smile went to his features,”I should’ve paid attention to where I was walking.”
A swift motion and Zexion made space for the male to carry on. Holding his left arm outward Zexion motioned to ‘usher’ the taller male onward. ”You may pass. For I am in no rush…” Zexion just only hoped the male would accept his apology and not cause a commotion…
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