Post by Zell Dincht on Sept 13, 2011 23:40:16 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"A need to be like his hero,
His hands is his soul.
Energetic and upbeat,
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"I'm Zell! Can't say why I was named that but it suits me."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I'm 17. I was born on March 17, 1982 and I've been at Balamb Garden for 5 years."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Uh... I kinda already have someone in mind. Sorry, ya know?"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"My only weapons are these fists of mine! I'm a master at hand-to-hand combat!"
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Talented nothing! It's all skill!"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"5 feet 5 inches."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Short.... and slim..... But I can still take anyone on!"
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"A black vest with red designing along the zipper, black beater, baggy jean shorts, and black and red tennis shoes, and a large black tribal tattoo on the left side of my face."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Zell Dincht, at your service!"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Yeah!"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I love my friends, the hot dogs in the cafeteria... and this girl at the library... I hate being called chicken-wuss, anyone who goes against direct orders, and Seifer!"
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I was adopted and I have a crush. I also keep my grandfather's rifles neatly in order and I still love hot dogs!"
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I know a lot about Balamb and other places in my world. I dunno how good that information will do me now but who knows?"
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"We went over this!"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I've got other things to do."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My grandfather was a famous soldier during the war. I hope to be like him someday. I love my mom, even if I am adopted. She took good care of me."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Not in my family."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"There was the war but I've pretty much just been training in Garden."
"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."
"W-what?"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Cyan.
age. 22 years old.
rp experience. Years, though I haven't done longer ones like this. I don't mind though. I can probably keep up. Naturally, I already know the usual rules of roleplay so it should be all good.
rules. Thundaga
rp sample.Zell was walking through Balamb Town, heading towards his home. He was in a decently good mood, his arms folded behind his head and a smile formed on his face. It seemed as though as long as he was here, the town would be safe now, which meant his mom was safe. He continued to walk, coming around the corner and spotting a Galbadian soldier at his front door.
"Hey! What are you doing," he shouted, breaking his stance and running over.
The soldier took aim with his gun, but Zell was ahead of him by seconds, pushing the gun aside and punching his face. The soldier staggered, but stayed standing. He roared at Zell, letting loose some bullets. Zell stayed moving, dodging as fast as he could, but couldn't keep it up. He jumped to a close building and kicked off, leaping into the air and coming down on the soldier, fist first. The soldier was knocked unconscious. Zell looked around. It didn't seem like any other soldiers were around. He picked up the body and carried it on his shoulders, taking him outside the city and dropping him on the ground roughly. He walked back and headed to his front door. He opened the door and walked through, calling out to his mom. She was in the kitchen, cooking lunch.
"Why is Galbadian soldiers in Balamb," he asked her. "They didn't learn their lesson yet?"
"I don't know. You weren't hurt, were you?"
"Like a soldier could take me!" he laughed, shadow boxing a little.
Ms. Dincht sighed.
"Well, will you be sitting for lunch or shall I bag it for you," she asked him.
"I'll stay, Mom. Gotta see if more soldiers show up."
She put a plate on the table and let him eat. Zell's smile reformed.
"Thanks, Mom!"
The plate had four hot dogs in buns on it. Zell loved hot dogs. He ate quickly, almost choking. After he finished, he stood up and stretched.
"I think I'm gonna get some sleep. If more guards come, wake me up and I'll kick some more Galbadian butt."
His mom nodded as he walked up to his room, falling onto his bed and almost instantly falling asleep.
