Post by auron on Jan 31, 2011 17:22:21 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"This is my story, and you're not part of it."[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Auron."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I'm dead and from Spira."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"No."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I use a greatsword."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"..."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Six feet."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Muscular with scars."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I'm wearing it."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"My name is Auron."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"..."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I prefer times of peace, doing my job, and not being useless. I dislike being interrogated, those who hurt others, and those who are incapable of fulfilling their claims."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I'm dead, and I clean and sharpen my sword after battles."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I'm told I'm serious and not very funny. The lives of the people I'm protecting are more important than my own, and I don't like talking."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"I'm not looking for partners."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I don't dance."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Dead."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I told Jecht and Braska I would make sure their kids didn't get themselves killed."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I died helping to defeat Sin. I was one of Braska's guardians, with Jecht. Before we went in, they asked me to take care of their kids if they didn't survive. None of us did. I didn't turn into a Fiend, so I made sure Yuna and Tidus were where they'd grow up well. There were ten years between then and the next part of my story. Not as interesting as the rest of it. I'm an Unsent, so being near Sin won't kill me like it does normal people. I got a ride to the dream Zanarkand on Sin to get Jecht's boy out into the world. We got out of there before it was destroyed, but we got separated during the escape. He's not the brightest, but I had a feeling he'd end up in Luca, or someone who had met him would be there, so I made my way to Luca. We met each other again in Luca a short while after I arrived. He had fallen in with Yuna, Braska's girl, and he'd been traveling with them. I decided to offer my services as a guardian to Yuna, and brought Jecht's boy along with me. They had planned to leave him in Luca, it seems.
After that, I helped to guide Yuna and her group to defeat Sin. They won, and even managed to kill Sin for good. I can't seem to recall the specifics at this point; perhaps we can continue this story another time."
"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."
"I'm not stopping you."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Auron or Kariya, whichever.
age. Seventeen next month
rp experience. Don't even remember XD
rules. Auron doesn't know Thundaga, unfortunately.
rp sample.You could almost feel the creepiness seeping from the junk monolith that had sprung up in the center of town overnight. It wasn't just a heap; it looked like it had been arranged and placed there with a purpose... but just what that purpose was, it was impossible to tell. A figure in black stood atop a decomissioned car, another shade of gray displaced by the thin frame of the Reaper. A grin came to his face as he looked down at the crowd gathering, their outraged voices playing into his calculations just like the perfectly arranged junk heap. Wings concealed, black hand held out of sight, megaphone dangling from his wrist as he pushed the lip of his hat up.
"Heheh... look at all those miscalculated binomials," The young man said to himself, his grin fading. He growled, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. So zetta slow... How long does it take to figure out such an obvious riddle? Hmph... one of these monomeric hectopascals will notice me, and then the real fun begins. was his train of thought. Any second now, his quarry would come to investigate. In just about three point oh two five nine seconds. Just enough time for Sho Minamimoto's boots to impact on the ground in front of the junk monolith, sending a murmur through the gathering crowd.
"Hah... admiring my artwork, 000s? You all look so angry; could that anger be directed towards me?" Sho taunted, sending the crowd into something of an uproar, all of them yelling varied insults and demands to remove the junk pile... but he'd spotted his target. A woman with pink hair who definitely didn't fit in with these yoctagrams. Who better to taunt than one who would gain no notoriety for being beaten by the Reaper. Sho grinned, showing his slightly elongated canines and raising an eyebrow, as if questioning these imbeciles on their reaction...
