Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Feb 5, 2011 22:54:33 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
"even if the morrow is barren of promises
nothing shall forestall my return
to become the dew that quenches the land
to spare the sands, the seas, the skies
i offer thee this silent sacrifice"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"The welcome is appreciated. My name is... Originally it was Project G, from Project Gillian, though I am called Genesis Rhapsodos. I would rather you not call me Genny, or G."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Let's see here... Experiments have made me stop aging at twenty-four, but I am actually thirty-two. My birthday is August the third, and my affiliation lies with... the Goddess Minerva. [ Neutral ]"
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"I'm busy, though I would divert if you're up to my standards of men and women."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"As an ex-SOLDIER first class, I have experience in speed and power, and I rely on magic the most out of the SOLDIERS, I believe."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"One must be talented to protect the world."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I'm five foot eight."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"How did you know my boots make me three inches taller? Goddess, are you one of my fanclub managers? If you are, then you shouldn't need to ask. I'm quite slim, perfect for speed, but I am well muscled."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I'm fond of the colour red and leather materials, as you can probably tell. My clothes are derived from the SOLDIER uniform, with a red trench coat down to my ankles, and two black pauldrons. I have a black turtleneck, with leather trousers, and black leather boots. I have red leather gloves, too, and I wear the SOLDIER belt around my stomach."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"... Are you blind? I thought you were one of my fanclub managers. Genesis Rhapsodos."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"I haven't been seen by anyone for a long time, and I've been slumbering. I guess it was beauty sleep~ -purrs a little-"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Literature is my love and my life, especially the epic poem, LOVELESS. Hmm, the Goddess too, and being her servant and the world's guardian... And then I am fond of fire materia. I'm not fond of my rabid fanclub, or water, or being called a failure... -sighs lightly-"
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"... People say I have a habit of flicking my hair and quoting too much LOVELESS. Is the latter a bad thing? A secret of mine is that... Well, it wouldn't be secret any more, so I'll tell you a minor secret. I worry about Weiss, and Nero, yet I do not know them properly..."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I'm not a dog... I, ah, prefer cats. Anyways, I dislike mingling directly with people and I only ever opened up to Angeal and Sephiroth. I have quite a temper, too, and really, should you piss me off enough I will flame you... -snaps fingers, a spark appearing-"
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"... Really now?"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I'm busy. I am sorry, sir or madam. -buries self in LOVELESS in order to avoid a date with a perhaps rabid fanclub member-"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"There is no hate, only joy, for you are beloved by the goddess. Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds. -lowers gaze- I am part of the Jenova Project, on the Project G branch. I was adopted by the local landlord of Banora. I killed him and his wife, and I have no brothers or sisters, unless you count Angeal, and perhaps Sephiroth as a cousin. Though... The Tsviets could be siblings of mine, them being spliced with my cells."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"As I said, you could count the Tsviets as my siblings, or Angeal and Sephiroth. I would definitely count the Goddess as in my family."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"In short, I was a rogue SOLDIER first class. I went rogue because I was dubbed a failure and I was inhuman. I'm of the Jenova Project, a project designed to create a superhuman. I decided to accomplish the goals of a monster -- revenge, and world domination. However, I started believing myself to be the Hero described in LOVELESS, so I went... ah, 'crazy'. I absorbed the Lifestream into myself, receiving its divine protection. When first class SOLDIER Zack Fair defeated me, I was in the Lifestream, and the Goddess sent me back, to fulfil my duty as a SOLDIER. She halted my degradation -- which weakened me and made me even more short-tempered, and also made me believe that I was a monster. I realised what I did wrong, when she did that, and I now seek to redeem myself.
Oh, one of my childhood dreams were fulfilled as best as it could, too... It was to share a Banora Apple with Sephiroth. Sharing an apple with Zack was the next best thing, I wish to thank him, and when he left with that... blond male... I think his name was something like Cloud? I passed out, and I awoke to find myself in the Deepground headquarters, where Weiss and Nero attempted to persuade me to join them in their rebellion against these 'Restrictors'. I declined and sealed myself in a flooded cavern beneath Midgar, awaiting the day in which the world needed to be protected, the world's new guardian in Sephiroth and Angeal's stead. It seems that today is the day, I awoke and flew away with Weiss's body, but I encountered this... odd dark mist. I lost Weiss, and I would've lost my memory too if it wasn't for the Goddess's protection..."
"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."
"Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center][/justify]name. darkee.
age. thirteen.
rp experience. five or six years.
rules. firaga is better than thundaga.
rp sample. genesis's first post on the old site.the feeling of cold ice was what woke the red-head up.
the eyelids shut over his mako blue optics flew open to find himself lying on his front, ruby gloved hand outstretched, as if to grab something... or someone, but what, or who?
he found himself unable to move as memories whipped through his mind, a fleeting dream for only six seconds but seeming to last for fifteen minutes. he could remember, feel the wind whipping through his hair, his wing slicing through the air itself and pushing it down to the earth. he remembered the weight of his white haired ‘brother’, his unconscious form almost dragging him down but such weight he was used to, was able to carry. he remembered seeing a dark mist in the cloudless sky, and wary of it, flying away from it, or attempting to.
it would be at that moment a sudden thunderstorm would start up, the thunder being loud whispers of unknown beings and the storm being the gathering darkness that violently knocked him unconscious, but mentally. moments later he woke up, though, and his grip on weiss the immaculate slipped. the tsviet’s body started to distort and fade , and another presence was felt in the darkness. the darkness emanating from the man almost unable to believe but definitely real. nero the sable... before the red-head had a chance to try grabbing the unconscious form of weiss he passed out.
and then he found himself here. wherever ‘here’ was.
slowly he got used to his surroundings and he rolled over to his right, almost instinctively. when he saw a glimpse of the end of his single black feathered wing the fact that he was flying through the air, preparing to save the planet form the crisis it was about to face, using his lone wing. a grumble of displeasure came from the red-head when the feeling of cold ice went through his leather coat and turtleneck. he should really get up, but to be honest, it did feel nice to lie down...
on second thought, not so comfortable on hard crystal, so the red-head immediately put his legs up in the air and forced himself off the ground, landing in a near perfect squat, falling forwards thus a gloved hand was placed on the hard floor. his nose twitched.
no, there was no smell of anything. unless the scent of blood had been covered up. slowly the man rose from the crystal ground, lightly brushing down his attire before he came in contact with his rapier attached to his belt. that was odd. he could’ve sworn he didn’t have it with him when he flew off with weiss’s body in his arms. was it perhaps that storm that had his rapier materialise on his hip? perhaps he forgot about grabbing the weapon? something odd was going on.
such as various gaps in his memory, though he wasn’t too willing to go search onwards in his mind for which memories were missing.
a minute passed as the red-head thought to himself, deep in thought, before a red leather clad hand made its way to the pack behind him, hidden by his trench coat. he slid a book out, a leather bound book with an elegantly designed cover and back page. a smile made its way onto his face, displaying his affection for the thick book, before placing it back in and reaching for his phone. that was still there, too, and that was about it. but he couldn’t help thinking that a banora white should be in there too.
with a calm air surrounding him and a prideful tone to his voice, he recited the final act of LOVELESS, “even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return. to become the dew that quenches the land, to spare the sands, the seas, the skies, i offer thee this silent sacrifice.”
time to work, to figure out what happened to his planet, to protect others and prevent any crisis’s. it might seem a lot of work, but... genesis rhapsodos had a feeling that he could at least try.
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