Post by argentum on Sept 24, 2011 17:01:27 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted
Surrender to nothing, I'll give up what I
Started and stop this, from end to beginning
A new day is calling, and I am finally free"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Argentum Noxus.... Call me Argy and die. I rather be called Argent then my full name, but some people just don't listen. Funny thing my parents, named me Argentum which means "silver" in Latin, something to do with my eyes... I don't really care anyway- a names a name."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I was born June Fourth... I'm seventeen and my affiliation? Probably Earth. Not that it matters..."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Yeah I'll date, but not with you. I wouldn't date you bi or not. (Bisexual)"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Physical fighter mostly, I'm usually a swift fighter getting in some quick blows before dodging. I weave in and out of battle really well. I know a few spells though- Time, black, and green magic to be precise. Nothing too great though- I'd rather stick to what I know best- bashing peoples' skulls in."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"-Snorts- A horse? Really? I'd heard better insults from a six year old... Wait what? You were complimenting me?! -sneers- Try again when you've decided to use your brain idiot..."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"5'5.... yeah yeah I heard it all before.. I'm short for my age- I get it already."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Three inches shorter? That's not much.... I'm lean... kinda, I have some muscle nothing great really. As for the rest of my appearance, I have long red hair that reaches a bit past my shoulders (never decided to get it cut really...) My skin is fair, and my eyes are a bright silver- an odd trait that my grandpa had too hence my name."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I don't wear anything awesome really. Just usually black and red- lots of black. I wear a long sleeve black collared jacket, with red lining. And a pair of black pants to match it. On my hands are a pair of black gloves and on my feet black boots. What? I like black..."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Silver from Pokemon Gold, Silver, and Crystal... Or so they say. -frowns-"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"-Glares-."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"My likes? Well not much really. I like the summer, rain, the color black and red, being outside, exploring, freedom, and control.
I dislike- winter, snow and ice, bright colors like -shudders- orange and neon green. As well as closed spaces, being confined, being controlled, and losing control.."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"What the hell are you on?... -nevermind don't answer that.
Habits? Probably playing with my hair when bored, dirty habits? None that I would tell you... -mutters- No way I'm getting blackmailed..."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I heard people say I'm stubborn, cold, controlling, and cynical. That I tend to speak my mind and not care of the consequences. That I'm blunt and rude and hard to get along with. I also heard that I apparently have a sweet personality hidden behind my "rough exterior" and that I care but have a hard time showing it... -snorts- I don't know who the hell got this idea from."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Hn. yeah right."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I hate to say it but I have two left feet. Unless you want me to step on your toes we shouldn't dance- ever. And hell no I'm not sharing a room wih you! I like women but geez..."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Yeah I have parents- George and Penny Noxus, if my name stands out then you'd realize they wanted less mundane names for their kids... Grand parents? Silvia and Diana, both awesome and way better than my mom and dad..."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"No siblings and I don't care to worry about others in my family...."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Milestone Heh, yeah right. I grew up in a low mid class family. Mom owned a textile shop, dad was a construction worker. We got by with what we could- we had the money to buy what we needed but not what we wanted. This was my life, at a young age I learned that the world wasn't so black and white- that things weren't as easy they seem to be. In school I was pretty much picked on, during my younger years. Only normal that I became a bully in my Jr high days.
I ended up getting in a lot of trouble, underage drinking and things like that. Never did drugs or smoked but still got in trouble with the law vandalizing and stuff. I toned it down by eleventh grade but I still got in my far share of fights. Around New Years however when the ball was about to drop- a weird mist rolled in and then hell broke loose... don't remember much more than that...
Now I've been here in the distorted world for about a year, and damn things are less boring now that I think about it... -grins- and I don't really mind it either..."
"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."
"-grins- 'Bout time..."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Roxqua
age. 21 yo.
rp experience. six years
rules. -summons Pikachu- THUNDAGA! Wait wot?
rp sample.He was here again...
Almost like an animal stalking his territory, Roxas found himself making his usual rounds around Twilight Town. He really had no clue WHY he was, he knew that there were no Heartless or nobodies in this world- at least not anymore. But still- he felt inclined to, as though he was hoping to run into someone from his past... Hayner, Pence, Olette, Axel, Xion....Namine. The blond nobody would be lying if he said he didn't miss his friends. Apart of him wished he was still oblivious in that fake Twilight Town where he didn't have to worry about the world or Nobodies, or Sora- or anyone for that matter. Just him and his friends living life fully- no matter how fake it was.
But then reality hit him, he didn't want to forget his memories of his Nobody friends, of Axel and Xion- or of Namine, the mysterious girl who helped him through his seven days of hell. He refused to forget- which was probably why he still had all of his memories intact after the Calamity happened. He was a "special" nobody after all- but other than wielding the keyblade Roxas didn't really see anything "special" about himself. Walking through the quiet streets of the town, Roxas's bright blue eyes scanned the expanse as though expecting something to pop up and attack- even if he knew it wouldn't happen you just couldn't be too careful these days...
Releasing a heavy sigh he ran his hands through his hair as he stood up straight arms crossed. "Come on Roxas get a grip. There's nothing here and you know it." He murmured to himself as his eyes laid on a familiar hole in the wall across the street. Deciding to look just in case Roxas headed towards the mansion, wondering he would find anything there. Upon getting through the forest and into the broken down mansion's walls, he was suddenly hit by a wave of nauseating nostalgia. The bad kind that reminded him of the hell DiZ and Riku put him through... He wouldn't forgive those two no matter if they were "good people" they ruined his life! Ramming his fist into the nearby decrepit wall, he glared at nothing before pulling his fist away from the small dent in the wood and stone.
It was pointless to get angry over something of the past. But still... he couldn't let go. Sighing the keyblade wielder ventured deeper within the mansion, expecting Nobodies to attack at any second- yet the place was barren and empty. Not one of the white creatures appeared, it was odd... And a bit disturbing- the place really felt like a "haunted mansion" with nothing in there to fill it up... Walking past the broken table and up the stairs, he turned to his left and tread down a hallway.
The only door that existed in the area was a simple white door- entering it he remembered this was where he met Namine! Even the pictures were still there! Walking up to the pictures on the walls he came across a very familiar one- one with him and Sora... Gritting his teeth he looked away and found himself walking over to the chair he sat in when he talked to Namine. Sitting down it for old times sakes he sighed and stared off, remembering what had transpired during his time during those seven days....
His thoughts were broken however as he heard the door creak snapping his head up, he noticed a familiar person and couldn't help but gasp, it couldn't be her! "Namine..."
