Post by Kuja on Apr 13, 2011 13:52:02 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"You may adress me as Kuja. And how wonderful that does sound a new stage for me to play on."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"To look at me you can see how young I am, no older then twenty. And of course Alexander would be my home, why where else would I live but in a grand castle."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"My my my just full of questions arn't we. Lucky for you, you caught me in a good mood little canary. I will just say this for you one such as me finds no use for women, yes they are pretty and rather good song birds but nothing more. A strong man is much more useful."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Magic of course, I obliterate all that stand before me on the battle field with my black magic."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I am nothing like a horse, hold your tounge before you speak to one such as me."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Fice inches and seven feet."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Can you not tell by simply looking. My wonderfuly slender body should never be hidden from the world."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Only the finest and most expensive fabrics may be allowed to touch my body."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
-flips his hair over his shoulder-"Kuja"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"much better then your last comment. And of course there is no one more beautiful then I."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"After you last comment I guess I can grace you with a few more answers. I do enjoy the the theater, expensive clothing and jewels and power, oh there is nothing better then power in these worlds. The things I dislike are such horrid things. Monkey tails for one are so crude and ugly, I can't stand to see tattered clothes or in fact anything ugly just simply hurts my eyes. Oh and I dislike a certain princess she is nothing but trouble."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Everyone hates that ugly princess, she takes after the queen. Now I do have a habit of stiring up trouble, you may have heard of a war in these great lands That was my master piece. As for a secret well just this once but if I hear you've told people I shall squash you under my boots. There is a young thief boy who deserves my love."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I find your preseance to be rather disturbing now, compairing me to a dog a creature of such beauty as myself. That is all we need in this world beauty and with me as the ruler of the world I will help spread that desire across the land."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"You bore me now."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Yes we should rush this, I wish to leave now. And I do not intend to go or do anything with someone as low as you, No your place and be greatful I havn't destroyed you."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I come from a place called Terra, such a horrid place you would never wish to live there. It is ruled by a man named Garlend, he doesn't deserve the power he had one such as ugly as he."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Oh must we speak of such things. I have what you might consider a brother, he is rather annoying at times. He has one of this horrid monkey tails."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I set in motion the perfect plan to spread the joy of war across the lands. It started with that elephant lady and the power her daughter possed. All the players were playing their parts, as you would expect. How ever a group of annoying horrid creatures decided to try and interfear with my plans.....Actually I find that you are not worthy of my time any more."
"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."
"You made my task much more easier"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Zexion
age. 19
rp experience. Three Years
rules. THUNDAGA
rp sample.Radiant Garden it was a home to many people. But to one person it was more then just their home, it was the place he was lost to the darkness and reborn again. This city of bright lights and happy people held it's own dark secret a secret of long ago when the heartless were born. A dark portal opened up in a small alleyway in a old part of the city. From that dark portal stepped a hooded figure his face eclipsed from the world by his hood. The portal quickly closed once he was completely out of the darkness, he glanced around the ally way before walking to wards the exit. His pace started to increase as he moved closer to the exit, this city held so much darkness even he wanted to be out in the lights of the street.
Once he found himself in the street he reached up and pulled his hood back. The sun light caught on his hair it was a strange slate Grey color with tints of blue. A single bright blue eye could be seen the other half of his face was covered by bangs. His eyes followed the stone street until it came to houses, he looked past that to the castle. The castle that stood in the center of the town and could be seen from anywhere in the city. He could picture the hallways of the castle now, the polished floors that lead to the basement. Were ansem's office could be found. Yes Zexion know the castle well, he knew it well because for a few years of his previous life that castle was his home and Ansem was his father. If you knew enough about Zexion and what he was you would find it hard to believe, even these day he himself was finding it hard to believe.
He slowly began to make his way to wards to castle, he needed to see it again. He had to see what was inside ever since it had appeared he had wanted to come here. To find his lab the lab that had started it all, he was drawn to this place no matter how hard he tried. As Zexion passed people in the streets he could see them looking at him, doing a double take a few times. He knew what they were thinking Is that Ienzo, Didn't he die, Could it be him. He wasn't Ienzo anymore but these people who once saw him walk the streets with Ansem an ice cream in one hand, his adopted fathers in the other they thought of him as Ienzo. Zexion came to a sudden stop when a memory flashed into his head. He was surrounded by heartless there hands reaching out for him. He shook his head to break his train of thought before it went further.
This town was going to be a problem for him, it held so many memories for him. Some good and some painful, it was one of the many reasons he hadn't come rushing back to visit. He started up his walk to the castle again. His steps increasing in speed, he just wanted to get there fast. Zexion could still feel the eyes of all the people around him watching, questioning, some probably wanted to come up and ask if he really was Ienzo. He could see the castle steps now those step he had walked up so many times before. He took the steps slowly he had once fell down them as Ienzo and it was something he never wanted to re-live. As he made it to the top there was a flicker of a memory again this time of two men who use to stand at the castle gate. Braig and Aeleus use to stand guard here most of the day, why was he remembering these things. Out of all the members Zexion had always been perfect had keeping his past compressed deep within him.
But now it was starting to leak out, fill his head with memories. He could only hope that he would not start to remember what it was like to feel. He pressed his head against the giant double doors and pushed as hard as he could. The opened perfectly and silently just like they always had done. The main room inside was dimly lit but he could still make out every painting on the wall, every pot plant everything this place was burnt into his memory. The grand stair case that lead to the upper levels was always to large in his opinion. There it was again another memory flash. This time he saw himself as Ienzo calmly walking down the stairs a book in one hand an ice cream in another. Zexion was starting to get a little frustrated now.
He turned away from the stair case and walked over to a smaller stair case. He knew were he was going, the basement level where his room was. Ansem had let him pick any place in the castle to have his room and he had picked down there where the labs were. So it came as no surprise to him when he reached the basement level that there was a door and on that door were small cold letters that read "Ienzo". He turned the door knob a soft click could be heard, it was just as he remembered. When the door was open he was greeted with a site like no other, his room was just how he left it. Exactly three books on his bed and a few strays on the floor the walls lined with book cases it had been his haven.
He stood in the center of the room and glanced around. Until he found it, the only bookshelf that was different from the rest it was white wood. Zexion knew why it had been different it lead to the secret lab the one that he as Ienzo convinced Ansem to let them build to study the heart. There was a sudden pain in his chest and Zexion couldn't help but drop to his knees. He could almost see it again, that night were everything had gone wrong. The night his heart was ripped still pumping from his chest and devoured by the heartless, the night he became Zexion.
