Post by einherjar on Aug 4, 2011 21:42:26 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"pictures of you
pictures of me
hung up on your wall for the world to see
pictures of you
pictures of me
remind us all of what we used to be."[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Eden Cardinal Welsh. It's nice to meet you!"
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I just turned twelve last month! My birthday is December twelfth and I'm affiliated with Earth."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Uhhh... I need an adult?"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I'm a physical combat user. Well it's kinda hard to explain. I use my dowser to attack -points to the crystal- So I guess that means I use magic too? Oh!- And I know some healing spells too!"
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Um... I'll be over here.... -scouts chair back a bit-."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"5'3 and 93 pounds!."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"I'm short... and thin.. But I'm still growing! I don't have much muscle on me and I'm kinda pale... My hairs a vibrant jade green too! -runs hand through hair- And yeah, my hair is naturally this color."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I kinda wear clothes similar to my favorite detective novel Sherlock Holmes. I wear the short cloak complete with plaid design. A wear a white dress shirt underneath it, and a pair of green plaid shorts. My legs are bare, and I wear a pair of nice comfy brown shoes."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"People say I look like Lyserg from Shaman King, I don't get it... is it some sort of inside joke I don't get? -furrows eyebrows in thought-"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Yeah... I guess..."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I like quite a few things! I like Sherlock Holmes novels, their exciting and awesome! As you could probably tell I like detective things with masterminds and awesome mysteries. I also like fairy tales with fairies and magic! It's not girly I swear! I also like peaches.. Mhmm... peaches... -smiles brightly- Do you have any?"
I dislike cats, something I picked up from mum. I also dislike thunderstorms, porridge, and asparagus. I don't like people who tell me to "act my age" when I'm perfectly fine... I also hate it when people look down on me just because I'ma kid. -pouts-
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Habits? I tend to pick at my clothes when nervous. I also tend to play with my fingers when embarrassed, Dirty habits? Not any I can think of... I'm only a kid! Secrets? I believe in fairies...I do I do!but don't tell anyone!"
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"You remind me of my cousin Sven...
A bit about me? I'm a bit mature for my age, people say I try to act older than I am... I try to do the best I can but I end up getting frustrated in the end... I guess I should take things one at a time... -frowns-"
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"You're really weird..."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I-I don't know how to dance -blushes in embarrassment- and no way you creeper! You're not going into my room! -Glares-"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"R-Romance? I'm only twelve! Um... I have my Mum and Dad- Sherry and Erick Welsh. My grandparents passed away when I was younger... And no siblings I'm an only child."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I have a dog name Philip! He's a Yorkshire terrier! No cats though... mom's allergic... "
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I was born in London England and raised normally. I grew up and went to a private school since my parents had quite a bit of money. My dad wrote mystery novels you see and we were pretty much well off from them. When I was nine I went on the football team at school and we won three games in a row! When I was ten I tried writing my own mystery novel but gave up on the sixth chapter...
It's harder than it looks... When I was eleven I got good grades on my tests in school, and my mum and dad brought me out to dinner and ice cream as a treat! When I turned eleven a weird mist appeared and everything got crazy and I was separated from my mum and dad... I don't know what I'm gonna do 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."
"-sweatdrops-."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. ROXQUA
age.Twenty-one~
rp experience. Five years
rules. -smites with THUNDAGA-
rp sample.He was here again...
Almost like an animal stalking his territory, Roxas found himself making his usual rounds around Twilight Town. He really had no clue WHY he was, he knew that there were no Heartless or nobodies in this world- at least not anymore. But still- he felt inclined to, as though he was hoping to run into someone from his past... Hayner, Pence, Olette, Axel, Xion....Namine. The blond nobody would be lying if he said he didn't miss his friends. Apart of him wished he was still oblivious in that fake Twilight Town where he didn't have to worry about the world or Nobodies, or Sora- or anyone for that matter. Just him and his friends living life fully- no matter how fake it was.
But then reality hit him, he didn't want to forget his memories of his Nobody friends, of Axel and Xion- or of Namine, the mysterious girl who helped him through his seven days of hell. He refused to forget- which was probably why he still had all of his memories intact after the Calamity happened. He was a "special" nobody after all- but other than wielding the keyblade Roxas didn't really see anything "special" about himself. Walking through the quiet streets of the town, Roxas's bright blue eyes scanned the expanse as though expecting something to pop up and attack- even if he knew it wouldn't happen you just couldn't be too careful these days...
Releasing a heavy sigh he ran his hands through his hair as he stood up straight arms crossed. "Come on Roxas get a grip. There's nothing here and you know it." He murmured to himself as his eyes laid on a familiar hole in the wall across the street. Deciding to look just in case Roxas headed towards the mansion, wondering he would find anything there. Upon getting through the forest and into the broken down mansion's walls, he was suddenly hit by a wave of nauseating nostalgia. The bad kind that reminded him of the hell DiZ and Riku put him through... He wouldn't forgive those two no matter if they were "good people" they ruined his life! Ramming his fist into the nearby decrepit wall, he glared at nothing before pulling his fist away from the small dent in the wood and stone.
It was pointless to get angry over something of the past. But still... he couldn't let go. Sighing the keyblade wielder ventured deeper within the mansion, expecting Nobodies to attack at any second- yet the place was barren and empty. Not one of the white creatures appeared, it was odd... And a bit disturbing- the place really felt like a "haunted mansion" with nothing in there to fill it up... Walking past the broken table and up the stairs, he turned to his left and tread down a hallway.
The only door that existed in the area was a simple white door- entering it he remembered this was where he met Namine! Even the pictures were still there! Walking up to the pictures on the walls he came across a very familiar one- one with him and Sora... Gritting his teeth he looked away and found himself walking over to the chair he sat in when he talked to Namine. Sitting down it for old times sakes he sighed and stared off, remembering what had transpired during his time during those seven days....
His thoughts were broken however as he heard the door creak snapping his head up, he noticed a familiar person and couldn't help but gasp, it couldn't be her! "Namine..."
