Post by Sophia Lock on Sept 14, 2011 19:35:49 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
you've left me in the dark
no dawn, no day, i'm always in this twilight, in the shadow of your heart
and in the dark, i can hear your heart beat
i try to find the sound
but then it stopped, and i was in the darkness"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
As usual Sophia's nose is buried deep within a book. The look of pure joy on her face slowly develops to one that can only be described as ecstasy. Her eyes furiously scan each line, eager to get to the next. Then she finally snaps the book shut, with a triumphant look on her face. Then she notices that someone is talking to her, all previous inquires tossed aside. "Oh sorry, I was reading a wonderful old book. The Looking Glass, if I recall correctly. Oh where are my manners? I am Sophia Lock, and it's a pleasure to meet you."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I'm not really sure where I'm from... My memory is a tad foggy, but I have found a temporary home in Archadia. Oh, and I am definitely twenty-seven, I was born on September 29th!"
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
The bibliophile's face becomes a bright red. "Oh... I don't know... I already found someone, but I'm not really sure where she is." [Bisexual, leans towards women]
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Well, I specialize in books, after all there is nothing like a good read. But I have dabbled in magic."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I guess, my only real talent is the amount of words I can read per minute. Last I checked it was just over 530!"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I'm pretty average, 5'8". Or 172 cm, if you use the metric system."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Um.. I am fairly lean, but I have a shockingly large amount of muscles from carrying all those books! ... And a knife."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"People say I look like a librarian. I don't really mind the comparison."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"I have heard that I look very similar to that girl... What was here name again? Ah yes, Yomiko Readman from Read or Die I believe."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
Sophia blushes. "I don't really think so."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"It goes without saying that I love books, and many people accurately call me a bibliophile. But I'm also a huge fan of sweet foods. Strawberries are my favorite food, but oddly enough leeks are a close second. Oh I found this wonderful little strawberry & leek stew recipe, we should try it sometime soon! Hm? My favorite part of a book? Why that would be the hero of course. I love how they always get a happy ending. It's how it should really work...
I simply hate the antagonist of any book. If they weren't so mean everyone could have their own happy ending. They're just as bad as people who dog ear their books, it's just an insult!"
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I always have at least three different books on me at all times, with an extra book mark in case I lose one or I find another interesting book. And I always push my glasses up by the sides. Sometimes I don't buy food, and use all my money to buy books... One time I spent all my rent money on one book... Anyways, I always carry blank paper on me too, just in case me or Ra- Oh my god. I.." Sophia pauses for a few moments as some of her memories come back. "I.. It's my fault. The last thing I remember is a battle. Most of it is a blur, but I think it's my fault that she.. That she died.." The bibliophile remains quite for a few moments before speaking again, obviously shaken up by her own memories.
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I've been told I'm rather silly, and oblivious... I'm not sure what I'm missing."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"I'm sorry... But I don't really think so."
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 think I'm a very good dancer, but I've read plenty of books on the subject."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I remember my father a bit, he was a book enthusiast like me. He even gave me his most prized book when I turned eight-teen. I believe he is still alive, although I'm not sure where he is."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Not that I remember..."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I don't really remember much. About two months ago I was in a battle, but it is all a blur.. She died during it. I started to wander after that until I found Archades, and her wonderful library. It has to be one of the best libraries I have ever seen in my life, even better then my father's private collection."
"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."
"Spontaneous combustion? I believe I read something about that before..."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Arzadon.
age. 20.
rp experience. Idk
rules.Thundaga.
rp sample.
Dear god, Alexandria was such a boring place. Specially since that Fang fellow ruined all of Cedric's fun. I mean what is wrong with that chick, he only robbed one little old helpless lady. He should be applauded, not punished! But the do gooder was already far from Cedric's mind. He found a lovely new place to play. One where self righteous women wouldn't get in his way, or so he thought.
The Moonflow was basically a wet dream for Captain Rackham. Sure the river was pretty and a wondrous sight, or something like that. But all the beautiful merchants were waltzing around without a care in the world. They peddled their wears to travelers seeking a shoopuf to traverse the river like there was no tomorrow. And sometimes, when they were really deep into a sales pitch or a big sale, the illustrious pirate swooped in and stole some of their finer wares. The best part? They didn't notice till he was long gone, whistling to himself while he pocketed his newest little prize.
Yet it was the giant pale blue elephants that really caught his eye. Giant hulking beasts they may be, but Cedric only saw profit. The Shoopufs, and their Hypello masters, practically had a monopoly on transportation across the river. And to no surprise it was a very popular river to cross for those who could not afford an airship. Furthermore from the rumors that floated about camp, the Shoopuf never ate. Instead the only sipped a bit of water now and then from the giant river that they lived in. A twisted smile spread on Cedric's face, he had a feel he could profit from this little situation.
Rubbing his hands in greed, Cedric singled out and approached a lone Hypello. With the grace and arrogance that only the illustrious pirate could posses he approached the innocent man, and threw an arm across his shoulders. "Say, it looks like your having problems with your Shoopuf. He seems a little tired, worn out." Cedric started, starting his sales pitch. Shoopufs looked rather difficult to steal, due to their sheer size. The man took a long glance over the Shoopuf, a frown formed on his face. "May be time to put the poor thing out of it's misery." He shook his head.
"But!" Rackham exclaimed as he took a few steps back, a lone white gloved finger raised. "I will take this shoopuf off your hands, and give you this wonderful box! Filled with treasure and gold!" He finished, as he held up a rather beautiful, and stolen, ornamental box. The blue toad creature quietly examined the box before saying, "No! No! No!" The Shoopuf owned almost screamed as he stomped his feet on the ground. "Yous a son of a shoopuf, yous is!"
A gasp of horror escaped Cedric's lips, "Why I never!" The pirate's hand felt to his waist, where his blood hawk .48 waited. The pirate had half a mind to shoot this disgusting frog creature, and he probably would.
