Post by Alastair "Alexandre" Kaiser on Aug 25, 2011 19:38:31 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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I see heroes dying,,
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
“Distorted world? A fittin’ name ya got goin’ on here. Yer askin’ me for a name? Many names, many names, many names are out there in the world, there are many.” –his lips curve upward into that smile—“Alexandre Crevan Kaiser. C’mon ya better call me Alexan, lil one.” –he places a pale hand on the interviewer’s shoulder and leans in—“Now what have ya come ta bug me for?”
(Lie. True name is Alastair Crevan Richter.)
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
“Twenty three (23) years old and born on September tenth (10th), makin’ me a Virgo. Born ‘n’ raised in Twilight Town, a borin’ place don’t go there.” –he purrs in the interviewer’s ear—“Cute, ya say? Well, what do ya know someone likes me~”
(Truth: age, birth date, and sign. False: homeland is Palamecia, which is his affiliation.)
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"I never thought ‘bout romances before, but a date?" –once more he hums- “I suppose I could play along. Let’s not get too close now~” –he wraps an arm around her and starts heading out of the room—
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"A tad of magic, a bit of physical skills. I try anythin’ at least once~"
(Truth)
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Cute lil one, ain’t ya?"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I’m six one.” (6’1” and true)
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Pretty lean ‘n’ boney here. I may weigh one hundred and fifty two (152) pounds at most, ‘cause of height.” (Truth)
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I dress like this all the time, girly." (Black cloak, jeans, ect.)
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"ICHIMARU GIN of BLEACH, people say I got his smile. Wonder where they got that idea from?"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
“Ya wanna really get somewhere don’tcha?"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Games, felines, accents, the colour blue, and shiny stuff I like. Gotta love shiny stuff, I like ‘em like a crow would. I don’t like those who bite their nails, sweet foods, sad stories, and birds. Probably a lot more if I think more but that’s gettin’ borin’. Now, how ‘bout we get a drink lil one?”
(All truth.)
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Nah, unless ya count smilin’ as a habit." (Has a habit of lying, giving out false information. Secrets include the fact he’s lied practically all through this interview, and the fact he fakes his slang since he actually has a lot of proper speech being with how he was raised.)
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"’fraid there is nothin’ else ta state."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Of course we are, lil one~"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Dancin’ sounds a lil borin’, how ‘bout we get goin’?" –he chuckles; whispering into the other’s ear- “Ya know. Goin’ home with strangers isn’t wise, ya know. Ya could get yerself hurt.”
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Had parents, they raised me ta be a spoiled brat."
(True yet false.)
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Nah, I had no siblin’s. I wanna have a lil kitty though, I like ‘em ‘cause they purr.” –he pats the interviewer’s head softly- “Wanna be my lil kitty cat? I promise ta be nice~”
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Nah, I told ya already. I was born ‘n’ raised in Twilight Town. Did ya drink too much already? Forgettin’ on me now?"
(He was born in Palamecia and at seven began to show a capability of receiving visions, to the point he was abducted from his own home and raised to be an Emperor’s (no, children not our famous Emperor of FFII) personal prophet. Alastair was then raised under a nurse within the royal family, which raised him as her own child, to the point he believed himself to be her son – which began his act of lying.
As he grew he began learning basic magic and scrying skills, along with learning how to put his visions into actual prophecies. Of course the tyrants of the land – even if it was to be cleaned – proved to be quite ruthless rulers. Alastair would watch silent, for the longest time, as the current despot was quite cruel. He had no trouble, himself, finding joy in another’s begging for redemption – but that would all cease when his own “Mother” was put into trial. Desperately he’d plea for her freedom, which only lead with no prevail. Within two days he’d mourn silently.
He’d spend his next years appearing loyal to the tyrant, a smile hiding his true desires beneath. It appeared as if luck was on his side, the remnants of a vision came to him. His vision was of a new world in which the current leader would fall, and another would, possibly, regain his former throne and land back. However Alastair only announced the fall of their empire and world, never once speaking of the death of the current despot. It would happen as predicted. Alastair had done one mistake though, he wrote down his hazy dream-vision and another had found it. Suddenly he found himself having to flee, being branded as a traitor to the royals – though the peasants enjoyed that news, but would never speak to defend him.
The Calamity’s event gave Alastair the chance to slip away to a place called Twilight Town. That is where he’d remove his Palamecian robes to be replaced with his current outfit. Others from different lands he would question, learning what he could to help build his new identity. A land called Alexandria caught his interest, which prompted the name change to Alexandre. Never giving his middle name out much, he kept it in confidence. Kaiser was a term he learned was linked to “Emperor” – and, still loyal to Palamecia – became his new family name.
Currently he is unsure if he even has his prophecies anymore since the event that created the distorted worlds.)
"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."
-purrs- "Wonderful, fireworks from the lil one~" –he moves a bit of a distance before sitting down- “Ya thought I was gonna save ya? Nah, but this game was fun while it lasted~” –his smile returns to a smirk—“Please give me a finale I will remember for ages.”
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Zidane
age. You all know this by now..!
rp experience. Long enough!
rules. THUNDAGA.
rp sample.His tail would bristle at the heated gaze. What had he done? Literally biting his tongue was a quick solution to keeping his mouth shut. As they would cross to greet the Emperor the teen spotted the raven haired youth and nearly let his jaw hang. That was the Emperor? He was even younger than Dagger! What is up with the rulers and getting younger!? Zidane fought back the urge to blurt some cute comment on the tiny Emperor. Yet, ruining the peace was not in the monkey boy’s plans. Plus he preferred keeping his tail out of Kuja’s wrath.
Sky blue eyes fell to a certain bluenette, and Zidane’s lips curved upward. His eyes brightened and Fayt would be able to pick up Zidane’s hinting: Why wasn’t Fayt next to ‘his’ Emperor. Considering, as Zidane would want to highly blurt, the princess was meant to stand by their prince. However a swift glance to the brunette with frosted tips made Zidane nearly arch a brow. Something about this guy screamed ‘Fayt’s prince’ – but the genome wouldn’t come to such conclusions right away. Kuja and the puppet Queen would stand before the Emperor, who took a bow. On cue, did Kuja return the bow and Garnet a curtsey to Larsa.
And this is the part where everyone says “Charmed.” That was the thief’s only thought. Of course, Larsa would speak of a banquet prepared for them and suggested of rest. The tail swayed as Zidane nearly bellowed ‘We don’t need rest! Let’s get this over with!’, but nothing escaped the lips. Instead he stood perfectly still awaiting for the party to, once again, walk. His muscles twitched with impatience, already wanting this whole day to be over with. All he wanted was to flop down in casual clothes, brag to someone about his travels, and even torment Princess Blueberry some more. A gaze to the airship gave the thief wanting to take it for a ride while this dinner went down.
Luck was not on his side, for the Queen spoke up to address her advisor. Once more Zidane’s tail lashed at the sudden closeness between the forms, unsure on how to take the sudden action. Keeping his cool was getting rough, but Zidane pulled through with a hard swallow. Then, suddenly, he felt himself melt away at the gesture. He was being ushered to stand at her side, and he complied. Keeping his shoulders raised high and perfect, Zidane nearly jumped for joy. Dagger was actually accepting him again! Glorious day this could suddenly be!
Kuja spoke of the smaller blonde, instantly causing Mikoto to step forward. Mikoto’s tiny fingers would grasp her dress, curtseying gracefully directly afterward. However, something felt at amiss with her motions and Zidane instantly caught it. His kid sister was going out of her way to hide her tail, which marked her as a genome. Suddenly the monkey boy knew he’d enter this place alone with pride of what he was. Boy, how great was it to be a genome now when the others would hide what race they were?
Suddenly she spoke and, by the sake of Terra never returning, did Mikoto have the sugar sweet tone perfect. Much to Kuja’s own tone; both were truly flawless when they needed to be. Of course, the same was said at the Queen. Boy wasn’t the gypsy the odd one out. Considering the point his sister even knew the Emperor’s full name! Zidane didn’t even know this guy’s name! What was with this domino effect!?
Kuja’s words rang once more, this time to address the crowd of Zidane’s existence. Zidane felt, and let, his jaw lock in irritation as he took his place next to the fake Garnet. Suddenly he wasn’t good enough to be addressed as a sibling? Let alone being demoted to a personal guard? Last time he checked he wasn’t near Rusty with a career choice. The sky blue eyes casted straight ahead, the raw irritation visible within Zidane’s crystalline orbs. He would slowly begin to shift his jaw, grinding his teeth to keep quiet. However, the emotional appendage was not as easy to control and Zidane knew his tail lashed rapidly.
As words fell silent everyone would expect the same respected treatment to come from Zidane. Yet, there was a pause as the monkey boy struggled with his own emotions. Once more his tail lashed before his eyes came to a fluttering shut. Though not graceful the blonde still gave a bow, his eyes peering toward the Emperor. ”I’ll be sure to share the stories of evil I once fought, someday. If it would please anyone, of course,” a hit directly toward the Alexandrian advisor, as Zidane rose from the bow. Was the monkey boy threatening Kuja in his own, unique, way? Or was this a ploy just to irritate Kuja at his own game?
Once the introduction was completed, he’d shift weight to stand behind the puppet. Following Mikoto’s lead, he’d keep right up in pace with the leaders. Damn was this day moving slow for the male, as he almost exhaled another sigh – only to remember the glare Kuja would give. Zidane would let his eyelids lower almost bored with the slow pace they were walking. Why did royalty move worse than snails? Suddenly the eyes would snap widely as a light tug came to his cuff.
His attention fell to his sister, her gaze not falling on him. With a slight arch of a brow he whispered,”What’s troubling you?” It wasn’t much of a wait before Mikoto replied back and rather loudly compared to how he spoke. His tail twitched upward, slightly startled, before he attempted to shush her by his gaze alone. Last thing he needed was Mikoto getting the same gaze Kuja kept giving him.
”Not hungry, huh?” His eyes never left Mikoto, already fearing what she’d ask. Sure enough, she insisted on it without hesitation. Once again Zidane’s tail would lash, but not because of what his sister wanted – but, instead, because that was the one thing Freya had not prepped him for. Swallowing hard, the blonde fell silent for a moment during their walking. Was he, alone, ready to play the part? However, Mikoto would feel awkward at such a table. Giving a curt nod, Zidane would reply in a hushed tone,”I know what spoon is for what, I should be alright. Hurry up and get going, I’ll take care of everything. You just better eat later when I bring you food, deal?”
