Post by chiemi on Sept 4, 2011 22:43:57 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"Roaming through this darkness
I'm alive but I'm alone
Part of me is fighting this
But part of me is gone"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Distorted world you say? -lights cigarette- What the hell did those brats get me into this time? Besides that, My name is Chiemi, it means "Blessed with wisdom and beauty". I hold the wisdom now, but I'm afraid my beauty has long passed."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"My birthday? It was so long ago since I've celebrated it but if my old age hasn't caught up with me I'd say it was February tenth. As for my age? I was born before your father was a twinkle in his mother's eye. (60 years old). My affiliation? I've dealt with sidings in the past and to be quite frank- I'm tired of it. I'm old... I rather be left alone now... (Neutral)."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"-frowns- I hate to say it but my youth has long ago passed, I doubt that you would wish to date someone who is as old as your grandmother unless you're into that crap. 'Kids these days...' And I have you know I'm not one for relationships, I tried in the past and they all fizzled out before they could heat up. I have no heir and I intend on dying alone somewhere nice and quiet. (Asexual)"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I'm a physical fighter. I rely on fists to take down foes. Though I do dabble in some magic, it's strictly black and time magic. I have no time for anything else."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Don't make me kick your ass old school child. I may be old but I can beat you down and kill you in over two hundred ways."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I'm quite short in my old age, I believe I shrunk. I'm 5'0."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"If you haven't learned by now, I'm old- my body is frail looking and bony. Though with my time magic I can easily slip into my younger self- in which I look more firm and as much as I hate to say it now- beautiful. My hair is short, shoulder length and a soft pink color. My face is adorned with wrinkles due to age, unless I'm in my younger form where my features are soft and round."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"It's about time... I usually wear my sage clothing, a red Chinese long shirt with a long sleeve white shirt underneath. My pants are also white. My shirt has a green sash with a purple one hanging horizontally to my right. I don't wear the hat much anymore since it gets in the way more than not."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"They say I look like some brat's teacher named Genkai from Yu Yu Hakusho- I see no resemblance myself- but it could be my eyesight giving out."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"... -takes a drag of her cigarette-"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"What is this twenty questions? Whatever- I'll answer your stupid questions...
I like quietness, being alone, green tea, nature, and training brats to be the next generation of warriors.
I dislike- rather at times hate- Brats, solicitors, brats who think they're "cool shit", modern technology, the city, and loud annoying music. "
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Jonas? Isn't that, that new kid's band who spew crap? What happened to the good ol' days? With their Jazz and radio shows? -grumbles as she takes a drag of her cigarette- I have a few habits- none that you will hear of, including any 'dirty' habits you might want to know of. 'Nosy brat' (Habits: She tends to to twitch her eyebrow when annoyed.) (Dirty Habit: She smokes A LOT) "
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Most of my students say I'm - I quote, "A sadistic old croon with the power that can rival most wrestlers." I usually say those wannabee fighters couldn't handle half the crap I've seen in my day. Not only are they spiritually unaware- they lack the drive to truly fight for for other than money and fame. Tch- true warriors fight for honor not glory."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"-eyebrow twitches-"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I'm beginning to think you have some sort of old people fetish and quite frankly it's disturbing... I don't dance unless you mean the fighting way- and my room isn't somewhere for youngin's like you should be going into- don't think I know you're looking for something to steal! -eyes sternly-"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My parents are long passed, and my grandparents have been dead even longer. Though my family have been marital artists for many generations if you even care.."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Most of my family is dead idiot. I have a few siblings but I've lost contact with them over the years.. I think one is a retired lawyer living some cozy life in the city, and my other sibling owns a grocery shop in the city as well... But I'm content with my rural life thank you very much."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"If being born is a milestone than everyone should get an award. Anyway- my life wasn't that fancy. I was raised in a family of several generations worth of martial artists. Like most of my line,I was spiritual aware. So when the family dog died I still played fetch with it like nothing had ever changed- kids looked at me weird but I didn't care. It was natural for me and normal- I didn't give a rat's ass on how people thought of me.
When I hit my teenage years I was a bit of a loose cannon like most kids that age. I was a rebel, cut my hair wore dark clothing ignored training to elope with boys- that kind of thing. It was when I was sixteen that my father whacked this stage out of me- quite literally. He was tired of my attitude and entered me in a tournament. I made it pretty far until my last opponent was my dad- in which he trounced my quite badly. I still have the scars...
Suffice to say- I shaped up pretty quickly and got back on track with my training. When I was in my twenties I opened up a spirit detective business. It flopped and I ended up retreating into the mountains for about thirty years, only coming down to the city for food and such.
During a time I had a lot of drama with a past love, I had a kid with him, in which one tragic night I lost them both to some supernatural robbers of all things. Heartbroken and vengeful I tracked them down the killed them- something that I regret to this day... I feel as though they will hate me for what I had done.
Later on I continued training and opened a dojo where I trained the next generation of warriors, some who came back for a rematch- where I showed them humility the hard way.
Content with life and I had just reached my sixtieth birthday- when this damn mist rolled and and hell broke loose... I swear if one of my idiotic students messed with some demonic void or some crap they are getting a firm thrashing..."
"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."
"-Flicks cigarette bud, "Good riddance." -walks out-."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. ROXQUA
age.LEGAL21
rp experience. Oh man... six years?
rules. OLD LADY wants to BATTLE! OLD LADY casts THUNDAGA! It's Super Effective!
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..."
