Post by Cloud Strife on Jul 10, 2011 5:07:27 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"I had nothing to say
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Cloud Strife."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"..........I'm 23, was born on August the 11th and if anyone it would be Midgar"
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"I'm sure your nice and all I'm just not looking to date." (Bisexual)
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I prefer to get in close with my sword, however I have a few spells as a back up."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Did you just call me a horse."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Five foot, seven inches."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Stay right where you are, get any closer and you'll get a close look at my sword. I may not look it but I do have some muscle definition."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"It has to be easy to move in for combat, and I perfer my cloths to be dark I think thats info information."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Cloud Strife"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Take a step back."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I dislike Shinra, Jenova and people who pry to much." -looks at them- "I like my friends, my motorcycle and flowers......Don't give me that strange look"
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Why would I tell you my secrets. As for any habits I tend to visit this church a lot"
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I'm not a very talkative person, more of an actions speak louder then words guy. Because the way I see it you have to work for the things you want in life, although Tifa said I have been talking to her more so I guess I'm changing a little or something."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Can you leave?."
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 even want to be here with you know, as for the dancing you got no chance."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I was born in Nibelhiem."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I doubt it, Denzel doesn't like creepers like you."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"......Fine...........I left my home town when I was young to join soilder to protect the people I love, however it didn't pan out like I thought. I made friends with one of the soilders called Zack, we went on a mission back to my home town with Sephiroth which should have been easy however something went wrong. My whole town was burnt to the ground by Sephiroth, and just like that he was gone.
Not long after that I was found by my friend Tifa and I joined some anti-Shinra group to take them down. Sephiroth came back however and took the life of my friend Aerith, turns out it was Jenova and the real Sephiroth was sealed off in the mountains. Guess that was his down fall, cause when it came to the final battle he was killed but he still tried to destroy the planet with meteor. Aerith however sent the lifestream to save us, guess it's why I'm a live today. Me and Tifa moved back to Midgar with Marlene and Denzel, we lived a normal life I guess nothing exciting happened. But about Two years after Sephiroths death these clones showed up, starting calling me brother."
"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."
"............."-turns and walks away-
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Zexion, King Kuja.
age. 19.
rp experience. 3 years will be 4 soon
rules. THUNDAGA
rp sample.His room was rather quite the only sound to be heard was the soft sound of music; Kuja couldn't stand utter silence unless he needed to scheme or plot something. As for now he was seated in front of his vanity, looking at his reflection as a pale blue and gold comb glided over his silver hair. It was no secret Kuja was a vain man, he did nothing to hide the fact he was beautiful and hated all things that he deemed ugly it was a fact of life and one everyone had come to terms with. He brushed the hair around the feather gently, once finished he placed the brush back down onto the hard wood table top perfectly in line with all his other brushes all done in the same pale blue with gold trimmings. A soft sigh feel from his lips as he looked at himself, he still looked the same as he always had the only thing had changed was how he felt on the inside.
News had spread quickly about Zidane's sudden departure, a few people saw it coming however Kuja hadn't. Kuja had been shocked beyond belief that the blonde ran away, he had also been slightly hurt by the departure of course he had never shown it to anyone. Since the time Mikoto walked in on him crying he hadn't shown any emotions, he had returned to his normal self-playing the part of the royal adviser. He placed and elbow on the wooded table top, his chin resting on the palm of his hands as fingers slightly curled towards his face in a rather feminine manner. Ever since Zidane had left things had gotten dull, things had gotten boring with no one to challenge him or provide him with a fight things had become plain and boring.
"Oh look at you missing the little blonde, like a love struck school girl" Siren's voice was loud and clear in his head, that song like voice always seemed to show up when she wasn't wanted. "Me in love you seem to have be confused with someone else my dear" he was glad that he didn't have to speak aloud to her, people might look at him strange if he spoke to himself and she had a habit of showing up at the worse times. "Perhaps you should take an airship and bring him home, without him around I have had no one to cast my gaze on" she giggled at him, the sound of her harp was heard before complete silence. He had figured out that when she played her harp after talking it meant she was leaving him, at least it was easy to tell when she was around and when she wasn't.
However his arbiter was right, Kuja did miss Zidane he missed him more than he ever thought he could. In public Kuja played the part of a royal well, he flirted with the woman and complemented them on their clothing and sometimes would even give them a kiss on the cheek. However when they flirted back, or touched his arm he felt nothing not even when he had flirted with a man in the court. Nothing felt the same as when Zidane had done it, he missed the feeling of the others fingers his skin was rough from the years of physical work yet smooth and calming. He felt as if a piece of him went the blonde when he left, the thief had taken part of Kuja with him so he would never forget and it worked Kuja could never forget.
The knock at his door snapped him from his thoughts; he listened for a voice and was surprised to hear Mikoto. She had been acting strange since his departure, well so had he but didn't show it to anyone and never would. "The door is open Mikoto, you may come in" He remained in his seat, but lifted his head leaving his arm as it was. His heart skipped a beat at the mentioned of Zidane and a letter, had he written to send for his things would this be the last time Zidane would have anything to do with Kuja at all..
