Post by einherjar on Aug 26, 2011 23:43:33 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
[/color][/font]
"Tell me who you are, I am spellbound
You cannot have this control on me
Everywhere I go, I am spellbound
I will break the spell you put on me"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
Cornelia Domeczka, Black Witch , charmed.
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I won't tell you where I'm from, I have to keep SOME mystery about myself. As for age? I'm sixteen... physically speaking. Affiliation? What? answer the question? Okay-Okay I guess I can say I'm allied as neutral... -pouts- Ruin my fun..."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Date? What is this date you speak of? -pauses- Just kidding! I'd love to! It's just... I don't know you... And I make it a rule not to date strangers Better luck next time bub."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Look at these arms- do I look like a fighter to you? Or was the word 'witch' your first clue? I'm a magical user- pure and simple. I specialize in Black and Green magic to be precise. I'd be happy to show you~"
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"-Huff- Please refrain such vulgar comments! I am- in no way a horse! -crosses arms- But it doesn't mean I can't turn you in to one. -smirks deviously- I could always use a noble steed~ -pauses- Oh come on! I'd feed you and water you and ride you everywhere- that didn't sound right... -Huffs- Finnneeee You're no fun!"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Five feet four inches."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"I'm petite if anything. I lack muscle obviously, and my skin is pale. My hair is dark black-ebony if being precise. And it reaches past my shoulders-it's kinda wavy further down... My eyes can be described as 'neon green' and glow in the dark- pretty cool and useful actually. Other than that, there's not much to me..."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I wear what you people these days call the Lolita style. I wear a black dress with a black bolero. My dress extends to my thighs which has a white ribbon attached to my waist. I wear a pair of long black stockings and a pair of black pumps. On my arms and hands are a pair of black claw-like gauntlets, a pair of black horns lie on my head and a pair of zig zag-like wings on my back. Pretty cool huh? Kids these days who call it 'hip'! Or maybe that was a few years ago...? I lost count actually... -frowns- Darn kids and their lingo..."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"I've heard whisperings that I look like the Dead Master from ★Black Rockstar Shooter"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Hmmmmm... If you say so... -narrows eyes suspiciously -pauses- I believe you!-."
replied i love you too ,
[/color][/font][/center]
"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I guess I'll start with my likes then? I like coffee, traveling, mixing potions,terrifying little children, making grown men cry, kicking puppies,, causing mischief, and generally having a good time. Those modern day raves are a blast! -smirks-
-Puts index finger to chin a frown on her lips- I dislike dogs... mangy little beasts. I also dislike being tricked and or being lied to. looking old, being called a hag- goody two shoes, and general all time heroic saviors. And slugs- I definitely hate those slimy little things.. -shudders-."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
" Habits? I tend to lean forward when engrossed or interested in something. I bite my nails too when nervous or excited (I gotta stop doing that). Dirty habits? None that I will tell you bub."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"People say I'm a bit 'flighty' and stubborn, very stubborn. But these people I haven't seen in over a hundred years and I doubt their even alive to tell me if I changed or not... I tend to be forgetful and a bit accident prone.. This one time when I was baking a cake- yeah.... Things went boom real quickly.. And I didn't even have the oven on! -sheepish- I tend to ignore directions and find my own way around places- as I said I'm stubborn and hate being wrong. I love to have fun and anyone who takes away my fun are meanie pants! -pouts- I guess you can say I'm childish too... But I'm a good girl honest! -halo-"
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Yes! It's written in the stars! -Sarcasm- Try harder next time bub."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"What kind of dancing? Ballroom? Disco? Folk? I need types here! And my room is pretty much a hut in the middle of the forest- I doubt you want to be in there..."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My parents and grandparents are long past, the one's I consider 'family'. Thetis and Atlas.. -points to two green glowing skulls behind the interviewer- Don't worry they're friendly. Most of the time... "
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Nah. Thetis and Atlas are all the siblings and or pets I ever need."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"My life isn't that really important. I was born and then a bunch of shit happened. I grew up and went on my own a long time ago. I ended up meeting an old woman rumored to be a witch. You see during those days there was this 'Witch Hunt'. Most of the 'witches' they found weren't even witches or even had magic. I was born with magic one of the lucky (or unlucky) few. To cut this short- I was taken in by the old lady and trained in potion making and other such things until the damn humans found us. I fled but the old woman unable to do much in her age was burned to the stake. I grew with the desire to never have to age and be put off guard like she did and ended up finding a way to become immortal using magic. I took residence in my old teachers place for hundreds of years until the modern day and then that mist rolled in... I SWEAR it wasn't my fault- this time..."
"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."
"It wasn't me! Honest!"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. ROXQUA <3
age. 21 bby
rp experience. Five or six years D':
rules. Heck yeah Thundaga!
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..."
