Post by Caren Bathory on Sept 17, 2011 20:55:30 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back
Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"You wretches have not heard of me? Has history already forgotten it's greatest threat? Hm... I wonder if the past few centuries has eroded my fame. Very well, I am Countess Caren Bathory. Remember that name, for I shall take this world as my own."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Learning about your future Queen? A wise choice. I was forty-two when I entered the dream. That was about two thousand years ago, I believe. Regardless I am one of the eldest sorceresses from a tiny little world. You know it as the Sorceress's World, but I know it as my personal property."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"I am looking for a fine King to serve as my trophy husband once I acquire this new world, but you are far to disgusting for my tastes."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I am a Sorceress, perhaps the greatest of all. Even though my power has dwindled during the Dream."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Talent? You wretches have only begun to discover my talents."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Like that pitiful Adel I am taller then most. I stand at 6'2"."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"If you touch my robes I shall gut you, and slaughter your family as I strangle you with your own intestines. But because I am feeling generous I am a rather lean."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Do you wish to build a statue in my honor? I enjoy the thought of that. I often wear my black robes, with trims of purple and maroon. Furthermore I fashion my head dress after a daemon's horns, so that the peasants do not forget my powers. Rarely in battle I have worn heavy plate armor."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"The fool Maleficent? The very same witch from Disney's Sleep Beauty? Yes, I look like that pitiful woman."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Yes I do, because I am better then her.."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"You to be specific, and all other reaches of your ilk. Although I do enjoy manipulating those beneath me. Oh, it is so much fun to watch you all squabble with each other. You must try it sometime. Although I do love reptiles, particularly dragons, almost as much as my self I do have a fond affection for my pet. She is a raven by the name of Briar. She like me, has an affection for being on top. Haha, ah I remember when she plucked out that peasant's eyes to prove her worth to me. What a sweet heart. Ah... The peasant was a wretched traitor, another person plotting my downfall. I can not stand failure, and what is why I never fail. That and sweet foods, simply disgusting. I would rather have a nice bitter tart."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"For the sake of history I shall tell you my secrets. I write history books, and autobiography. After all I need to make sure the historians get it right. I always carry at least one pouch of bird seed for Briar, in case the dear gets hungry. Oh, and I am a dragon."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I do not comprehend your wretched slang you scum use. Perhaps I am being to cruel... No, I am being too nice. I shall torture you until you learn proper English."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Now where did I leave the Iron Maiden? Or perhaps the Judas Cradle..."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I would enjoy a nice rest after your annoying questions, I except a room fitting royalty. Or I shall fetch the Iron Maiden."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I have family at one point. When I was taking control of my world they were among the first to attempt to stop me. As such they were among the first to die."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Briar is the only such thing left. I did not grace the world with my own children before entering the Dream, and I slaughtered my family for opposing me."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Horrible? I enjoyed killing them. Regardless almost two thousand years ago I ruled almost a fourth of the world. The peasants rose against me, and gathered the armies of the remaining Kingdoms to stop me. Pitiful really. When I grew bored of them I entered the cave beneath my palace, and sealed myself in. Once I was done I entered the Dream. A magical slumber that would preserve my body for a hundred years or so, then I would awaken. But something went wrong, maybe too much powered baby bones... Anyways my slumber lasted for far longer then I thought. It would have been eternal if some great force did not slam the worlds together roughly six months ago, awakening me from my slumber. Now that the power has so kindly awoken me I shall take all that it has gathered together from it.."
"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."
"A pity, I just found the Judas Grail."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Arzadon.
age. 20.
rp experience. idk
rules. THUNDAGA
rp sample.The Archadian Royal Library was a very special place for Sophia Lock. Thousands and thousands of leather bound books filled the almost endless shelves. Some of them even put the Mille Feuille to shame when it came to age. Which only seemed to excite the bibliophile even more. To her this place was perfect, with the long hours and the books. Oh so many books. She spent day in and day out in the library. Pushing away thoughts of her death with the lovely fantasies and tall tales of days long since gone. It was comforting, the heroes that is. They always won, they always had a happy ending. But where was Sophia's happy ending?
So Sophia took over one of the larger tables in the Royal Library. Books, both read and unread formed a sort of fortress around her table. Old books piled high to form the towers and walls, the very peaks swayed back and forth as if it was about to collapse. Yet Sophia, an expert in hording, always managed to balance out the towers before they fell. Then put another book or three on top. The fortress was like a mark of territory, as if the bibliophile was claiming it as her own even though she didn't even work in the place. Heck she wasn't even native to the land of Ivalice, she thought. Truth be told she didn't know where she was from, but she settled in Archadia. It had decent housing, and this library. The library was a paradise. Save for Ms. Crow.
What soon became Sophia's mortal enemy, was tall thin and almost skeletal like. She often wore floral pattern dresses of dull blues and reds. Cat eye glasses adorned her face, with a string attached to them so that the pair of glasses could freely hang around her neck. Her face was perhaps the most astonishing aspect of the old grumpy spinster. It was sharp, very sharp. Full of angels that may have better suited a sword then anything else, especially her long beak like nose. That looked like it had been used to peck out the throats of one too many noisy librarian goers. Save for the large mole on the left side of it, with a few graying hairs poking out of it. Her gray hair was pulled back tight into a bun, very formal and very typical of a librarian.
Like most old angry spinsters, Ms. Crow was a very and wrathful person. And for some reason she placed Sophia on the top of her "must kill" list. She had to drag the wretched book lover out of the library, not to mention the dozens upon dozens of books that she checked out at once. On a weekly basis or the tall piles of books that she constantly made. A mess that Ms. Crow herself often had to clean up. But today, oh yes today! Was the day she finally could get rid of that wretched Sophia Lock.
Ms. Crow swooped through the library, like an assassin running along the rooftops. Her fingers slowly drummed against each other as she barely resisted the urge to let out a maniacal laugh. Sophia Lock had a ten cent late fee! She approached the woman behind, the small bill for the late fee held up as if it was a dagger. One that Ms. Crow was about to drive straight through Sophia's back. Yet the bibliophile didn't even notice the almost life threatening presence looming behind her. Instead her face was a blush with a rose red color. She was getting to the good part of her book, which to Sophia was any part. The librarian leaned forward, so that her own head only floated a few inches from Lock's ear.
"Soophiaa," Ms. Crow whispered like the devil himself. Yet Sophia's grin only grew bigger. She waved a hand dismissively towards Ms. Crow. "Shh, this is a library!" The bibliophile exclaimed in a hushed voice. It was very rude when people takled in a library, especially when you were reading! How else was Sophia going to finish this excellent short story about an insane woman joins a pack of dogs to study them. On the other side of things, Ms. Crow's face grew red with rage. "YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!" She screamed, waving the little late fee notice slip above her head like some kind of sword. The bibliophile spun around in her chair, a flat look on her face. "I apologize Ms. Crow, but you must be quite in the library! I thought you of all people would know this!" Sophia plainly replied before turning back to her book.
Blood boiled within the veins of Ms. Crow. How dare she spit back in her face like this! HOW DARE SHE?! The woman raised her hands into the air, cackling wildly. "SILENCE?! SILENCE?! I WILL SHOW YOU THE MEANING OF SILENCE CHILD!" She screamed as she summoned forth the magical energies with in her. Fire surged along her arm, landing upwards to her palms. There fire gathered, growing even larger and larger. The torrent of magickal energy swirled about, creating a gust of energy in the room. Books and papers flew about as the screams of the library patrons filled the once docile building. Yet Sophia kept reading, one hand placed on top of her fortress of books to keep it steady. Her amusement with her own book, Dogology to be specific, was to immense for her to even notice the terrifying arcane spell known as flare building up behind her.
The fact that Sophia didn't even acknowledge her, or the lethal flare that was about to be hurtled at her left Ms. Crow at a complete loss. In fact she just stood their mouth a gape as the guards tackled her to the ground. The flare harmlessly dissipating in the air, and Sophia's hand left the stack of books now that it was able to support itself. The guards wrestled with the librarian, forcing the potent spell caster to the ground. A collar made of pure manufacted nethicite was strapped around her neck, suppressing any magicks she had left to cast. The entire time the elderly librarian struggled.
Finally the book Sophia was reading snapped shut, it only took her about ten minutes or so to read most short stories. With a smile Sophia turned around to face Ms Crow who she believed simply tried to grab her attention only a few moments ago. "What was that Ms. Crow?" she cheerfully asked. Completely oblivious of the events of the past few minutes. A look of pure confusion replaced the one of joy as she saw her mortal enemy on the ground in chains, screaming out TEN CENTS! TEN CENTS! "What the..." Was all Sophia could manage to say.
