Post by arngrim on May 13, 2011 3:40:32 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"It's the closing of the curtain in the play that was my life.
Countless chapters left unopened, tragedies inside.
I was fighting for a reason, holy blessed homicide!
Seems I have committed treason, all I've sacrificed led to nothing!"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"My name is Arngrim. As for nickname, you'd have to ask another. I don't keep track of them. I think bastard is the most common one."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I appear and will say I am 26. I'm probably older but eh, I don't care. As for my affiliation? It'd be other considering none of you heard of Odin before. I think Lenneth is around here somewhere though...."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"If I'm young, then you must be really really old. I think I'm your Grandpa or something. I prefer women and your a man soooo....I'm afraid we can't date. -shrug-"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Magic? Please! That's what little weasels like Lezard or as I call him, Lizard, use! I'm a heavy hitter. I prefer up close and personal combat, slicing and dicing as I make my way to my goal and leave a trail of bodies behind. -grin-"
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Define 'talented filly'. If your meaning to insult me, you've picked the wrong fellow I promise you."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Six feet even. Yup. I'm tall."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"What do you mean by that? You can clearly see it for yourself but I guess your blind by my stunning good looks. I'm broad shouldered, muscular and athletic. You have to be in order to keep up with a death goddess. Not to mention the scar over my ey--HEY! KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF! -swat-."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"....What is this 'fashion' you speak of? I just wear what you see now. -blank stare-"
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"I'm....a celebrity? Really? -tilts head- Are you serious?! I thought my name was stricken off the records because they thought I was a traitor!"
[Arngrim: Valkyrie Profile]
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"-glare- That made no sense."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"What do I like? Well I do enjoy sake. Keeps me calm after a long, hard day of dealing with irritating clients. I like this thing called ice cream. Why in the hell don't we have these up in Valhalla?! I think I'll grumble to Lenneth later about it when I find her. I also enjoy this 'soda' stuff. Really bubbly and when I drink it, I'm suddenly filled with energy. But I'm really tired after. Huh.
As for what I hate? I hate brats. I can tolerate kids but spoiled ones are where I draw the line! Especially those rich ones! All snotty and---er, I'm getting off track here aren't I? Anyway, I also hate tea. I think its bland and only way I'd drink it is if you put this 'sugar' stuff in it. I also hate authority. I seem to like breaking rules and picking fights. But I suppose when it comes down it, I'm the best warrior there is and we all know it. -nod-"
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"....Really? You don't say? -sarcastic-
But since you asked nicely, I'll tell you...I guess. I can't read, at all. The words are just a jumbled blurred mess to me. People say 'Oh read this' and I pretend I do and nod and agree to whatever they say. If anyone finds out and makes fun of me for it, I'm pounding their face in.
As for habits? Let's see...I tend to pick my scabs. I know I'm not supposed to but I do it anyway. I just pick and pick and---what's that look for? WHAT?!
Another habit would be my right eye twitches by itself every now and then. I guess some nerve or something died there and it can't control itself. It gets more noticeable the more irritated I get."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I'm dead. No. Seriously."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"If your into necrophilia, sur--wait. Didn't I already say no to you?"
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?"
"Right. Grandparents dead, or at least I believe so. Never knew them. Parents, dead. Dad died off in a war, mom of old age. Roland? Well, he's more than likely dead by now too. I doubt Artolia is around anyway."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"They're dead. Please don't make me repeat myself."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I died and got chosen to be an Einherjar by Lenneth. Not sure how I died as the details are sketchy, but I'm dead. That much I can confirm. I think I died multiple times come to think of it. I dunno how I keep coming to life either. Don't ask. Something about reincarnated over and over again. -shrug- I don't try to let my past lives mix together if that's true. I am who I am in the present, not I was before.
I also think I saved Lenneth once at some point in her life. I'm not sure how that happened either. It'd be scary if Lezard remembered more than I did. I recall it had something to do with a sister of hers, having to resort to Lezard's help and um, then I draw a blank."
"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."
"Does that mean your some sort of experiment gone wrong that Lezard let loose?"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Kellie/Alundra/Cid
age. 21
rp experience. I guess a year or two on and off.
rules. THUNDER...THUNDER...THUNDAGA HOOO~!
rp sample.Kyle had been stuck in this odd little town for a few days now. Though he wasn't in any real rush to head home, he really preferred to get back home as soon as possible. At this point he was willing to get on his hands and knees and grovel to Ed to get his job back. Any job was better than no job. He ran a hand over his face as he continued walking down the sidewalk, paying no heed to others who crowded it. It still bothered him that he had no real clue how he ended up here other than simply entering the small apartment he had called home...if you could call a hotel turned apartment complex 'home'.
Ah well. He considered it vacation in all honesty. Perhaps it was best that he was here, cooling down while Ed was...wherever Ed was and cooling down himself. He had managed to locate the pub, a library and an apartment complex as well as the information board. He had thought listing a post of asking for a place to stay though he hesitated wondering what in the world could he possibly offer. Paper clips? He always found paper clips.
Just as he was thinking it was any average day spent exploring the place and trying to memorize it, a odd mortocyle suddenly drove up next to him and he nearly ran into it...or rather it nearly ran him over.
"HEY! WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOUR GOING!" He snapped. It was then a odd little device was raised in front of his face and Kyle had to squint to read the small words.
'Excuse me, but are you an Alien?'
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Don't aliens typically have rather large bulbous heads, eyes and have antennas?" He pinched the bridge of his nose as he continued. "But to answer your question, no. I'm not an alien of any sort. I'm human. I don't quiet blame you for asking. I take it you somehow was dragged here too?"
He studied the person riding the mortocyle more closely. It was a woman, the rather large...assets she had making it quiet clear. A athletic yet curvy body covered by tight form fitting black clothes topped with a yellow helmet that had kitten ears.
Kyle had to admit, he was suddenly interested by this mysterious woman.
