Post by vlace on Aug 16, 2011 0:49:45 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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You may forget me
I promise to depart
Just promise one thing
Kiss my eyes
And lay me to sleep[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Me? My name is General Vlace. Vlace Kayorve if you need to know. Named after some old war veteran or something."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"23? I can't even remember my birthday. It is just another day to me. Nothing special. Actually, truth is, I hate the day I was born on. I try to avoid it at all costs. I am a General in the CRH, Coalition for the Restoration of Humanity. You know. That group trying to restore human rights and stuff from the Sanctum. I know weird and everything cause I am... not fully human. Surprised that I am a general and everything in their army too considering my age. Youngest in the army. Seems they really don't care who leads as long as they have half a brain and can fight better than those sanctum bastards."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Me and you? Trust me, we wouldn't work. I am a son of a bitch if there ever was one. I had a girlfriend but she got taken by those Archade bastards. And I want her back. I am going to get her back."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Me? What an interesting question that I could take hours to discuss but to keep it short and simple I am good at everything. Hence my general status. What do I do best though? My magic might be my best talent. I can do some really destructive stuff if I put my mind to it."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I am sure you do. Do you get out any?"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"6 foot 5 inches."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"You can't tell under my armor I guess... But if I must, I am medium build, and all of the extra weight on me is muscle. Not going to find one bit of fat on me. And if we were to talk about... Oh never mind."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I am always wearing my armor unless I am taken captive and forced into something else or when I am sleeping. But even then I might be wearing my armor. And where do I shop? Is this really necessary? I guess my faction is my store. I go down to the armory and pick some armor up and put it on."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"I do get Brad Pitt a lot. But on a more serious note I am not sure who I look like."((I don't know where the picture is from.))
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"I look better than Brad Pitt? Wow. I now know why those chicks were looking at me when I passed... Or that could of been the fact I was being chased by those evil things..."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I love to kick butt, take names and fly. I love piloting and jumping out of airships. That adrenaline rush is something that you just don't get anywhere else. Being dropped behind enemy lines or trying to not get hit from behind knowing that one mis-maneuver will be the death of you and your crew. Dislikes? I hate sleeping. I suffer from this thing called NTS, Night Terror Syndrome and it messes me up real bad. I hate having someone being able to look down on me and tell me that they are better than me. That really ticks me off. So I make sure that that never happens. And my biggest dislike is being helpless. I am supposed to be the one that is that hero that is able to do something no matter what to save the day and I hate the feeling I get when I just can't do it. I hate myself when... I fail... I can't fail... I won't fail."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Umm... I don't really know if I trust you with this stuff. Secrets? What is this? If any of this stuff gets out I am going to personally hunt you down and I will let you fill in the rest of that sentence. I hate to look in the mirror. What I see staring back is a weak piece of shit that can't save his own life from falling apart. I am the best of the best. Or was... And now I am just a ghost, a figure head. And it kills me. I am afraid to sleep. I am not afraid to die, actually I would welcome it, but I am afraid to f***ing sleep! How pathetic can I get? My biggest fear is and always has been not being able to do anything to influence a situation. Being completly helpless."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Umm... What else can I say? I am one of the top projects on the Liberty 2. Liberty 2 was made to take regular people and graft DNA into them to make super soldiers. Make some type of glorified army. The thing is, my gene grafting went wa wrong and I ended up like this. At least... That is how I think that is... I can't remember all to well anymore."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"I assure you we are not."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Dancing happens to be another thing I am good at. Don't ask me how or when I learned cause that is something won't reveal. Rooms? I told you I don't like sleeping already."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Hahaha. You actually got me to laugh. Have you listened to what I said? I don't have any of that shit. Nothing to call my own. No background. No parents, siblings or anything like that. The closest thing I had to a sibling was the kid I was caged in with in Liberty 2. So please stray away from that topic."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Wow... You cruel bitch you. I don't have any of that. I think I should go."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Wow... Or not... Alright this is my last thing then I am done. I was captured by the Archades when I was on a mission for the CRH. I was leading my group in and the Archades knew we were coming. It was a setup. Big time. They captured me and some of my members but we were separated in the prison. I was tortured day and night, drugged with things that would kill a normal person in minutes, and I almost did die. Several times I was inches away, but they were good. Really good and they stopped just in time to heal me again and try the next day. I wouldn't give them the information they wanted and they tried hard to get it. They used a type of dark arts, a magic that is evil to the very core of its meaning and something I still shudder to think about it. When I finally escaped... Another story for another time... It became apparent that I was... What is the word I want to use? Broken... I have a giant scar that is rent across my back and it debilitates me at random times when I am doing physical activity. I have trouble controlling magic with the same power I used to be able to. And I suffer from a poison sickness. When I was in the prison my body learned to rely on this poison. And now that I am out, it still relies on it. I can't do anything to get off of it. I have tried everything from weaning myself off of it to magic. Nothing works and I will be driven to the ground in pain. And I can take pain. Ask the prison guards and torturers, they know. But it is all I can do to stop myself from crying when these sickness wave hits. And every time they do, I think that I am finally going to die. I slow the poison effects though by satisfying my bodies addiction with more poison. I am only slowing it down though. I am going to die, and I am afraid I might not have any say in it. Isn't it ironic? My worst fear is coming true."
"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."
"I have been trying to get out of here. So see you later. And remember anything of this gets out. And we will be having a chat real soon."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Vlace
age. 17
rp experience. 1 Year
rules. yes. Thundaga is the best lightning spell Eva!
rp sample.Azrael-Angel Of Death-New Pheonix/Above Ground
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Azrael stood atop the city walls looking out over the landscape, a sandy desert extending away in all directions. The sun was beaming down on him and there was a hot, dry breeze that blew waves of sand everywhere. There was one whispy cloud that was almost torture looking at in this 100+ degree weather. His wings were held tightly against his body tucked underneath his cloak so sand wouldn't collect up in there. There was nothing as annoying as getting sand in the wings. He was with his four other counterparts, each an angel and each given a gift that cursed them. They were known as the five points, and ironically they were the reason the pentagram was in existance. The points on the star represented these five angels and if you connect them to eachother and draw the circle around them you can see the very way they were made.
His appearance today was the same as it had been for a few days now. He was wearing armor that his best friend had given him a while back, and the armor was all black. It was a thin, but strong material, light weight, almost the perfect material and it had an odd chestplate image that had become the isignia of Azrael's group. A gold 'X' divided the chestplate into four sections. In the top sections was a sun made out of clear diamond, in the bottom section of the plate three earth pillars made out of harsonet garnet were engraved. In the left section of the 'X' two fire ball was engraved, made out of ruby. And in the right section four rain drops were depicted out of saphire. His hands were wrapped in dusty rags, that were a dull green. His tan pants were a loose fitting kind that had hardened leather on the thighs, and shins. He wore nothing on his feet and they were really dusty. His skin was a golden tan, his hair was a dirty blonde that spiked over the blue bandana he was wearng around his head, and his eyes were changing from a bright blue, like the sky, to a dark green, and back again.
He squinted into the distance holding essense-binoculars to his face and nothing came up in them. No dimension destabilzings, no portal rifts, no essense trails of hell beings, he saw a scout group on the horizon, outlined in blue, making their runs- nothing to signify anything of importance. He laughed as he took the binoculars away from his face and turned them around in his head inspecting them.
"Hey. Isn't it funny the things that happen on this earth? Some of the things on this planet keep on getting more technologicly more advanced while other things go backwards."
The other four angels agreed with him and made some comments of their own but Azrael already had tuned them out again.
He looked back and he could see the city of Old Pheonix sprawling behind them, in ruins, and still smoldering. Most of the city had moved underground before the attack happened anyways so it was no hard matter getting everyone else to move in as well. The city was self sufficient and completely protected from attacks. The enemy would have to want this place really bad to attack.
He got lost in his thoughts again but was pulled out of them when a person approached him and his group from the underground city entrance. "Rail." One of the angels called, "Looks like we are going to have company."
Azrael looked at the sun even though he didn't need to. Looked like he was going to meet somebody today.
