Post by Zsigmond Schaffer on Sept 30, 2011 22:45:10 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"If I scream, scream, scream
about a good man's life
would you ever stop and listen?
Would you open up your eyes?
Would you scream with me?"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Ah. -Gives a slight nod and a smile- Distorted world? What in heaven's name could of happened to my world? -shakes head lightly as soft blond locks sway in front of his eyes- -He pushes them away and smiles, almost sadly- My name is Zsigmond Schaffer, it's nice to meet you dear."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"My research has given me little time to think about myself. But I do believe my birthday is December tenth. As for my age- I have yet to lose count of it I'm sure, but to be safe let's say I'm thirty-two (32) my dear. -Sits back and takes a thinking pose before smiling- My affiliation? I would say Neutral but my heart lies with Palamecia (Palamecia)."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Young? I'm much older then you dear. What are you? Twenty-two? Twenty-three even? As for a date- I do not think it would work out that well. Though I am still young my heart still aches from a past love. Plus you would have to look past my more- "unsavory" hobbies ..." (Pansexual, though not looking as of right now.)
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"My dear- my one and only true calling is and will ever be Necromancy. Though do not be wary... Necromancy is simply a science, the study of life. Unlike what popular belief had made it to be, we do not fear or seek to control of death. We wish to prolong life, to do so we must study those who have passed on. It is a wonderful and mind-racking art that takes years of practice and a solid dedication, as learning the truth of life never ends!-
-Stares at the gobsmacked interviewer as he coughs in his his fist, trying to distill the awkward air-
I am sorry, forgive me, I tend to get a little "fanatical" when it comes to the subject of Necromancy. But I believe to summarize and generalize Necromancy, I would consider it a form of Summoning, Green Magic, and Black Magic. Though of course Necromancy is hard to define so... yes let's leave it as that. -smiles politely- Next question.?"
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I would think you'd hate to be called a horse, so please refrain from calling me as such."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"6'0 exactly."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Lean yet a bit on the thin side I believe. My skin is a soft cream color except for the patch of skin on my lower stomach which is stitched and blue. A unsuccessful experiment if I say so myself. I do wear makeup odd for a male as I heard but I believe it expresses me quite well. I have eyeshadow below my gray eyes thickly the color pale blue. My lips are painted a sea green thickly. My nails are also painted black to be precise, other that that I do not wear much makeup. My hair is a softy blond, it's quite messy and the bangs tend to get in my eyes as well but it isn't so bad."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I haven't shopped in years... My clothes however are what I find are suitable for me. I have worn them for quite a long time. A white lab coat with a blue stitch on the left elbow. The lab coat reach's down to my ankles. My chest is bare showing my altered body from my own experiments. But my research is too dangerous to test on anyone else. On my legs I wear white slightly tattered and worn pants with a belt around the waist. On my feet are thick brown boots just as easily worn as the rest of my clothing.."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Faust the VIII from Shaman King. Or so I've heard."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"-smiles-"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"-Smiles- My likes? Well I have a few... My darling Diana, though she has passed I keep her in heart. (I refuse on resurrecting her) Winter can be considered another one of my favorite things... It's so calming and quiet, perfect for long stretches of research. Where after, I can curl up in front of the fireplace with a hot mug of tea next to my loyal dog Gretel...
-smiles wistfully seemingly lost in his thoughts-
Oh! I do apologize. My likes correct?. I do love my research, it's what drives me it's my only focus right now and will continue to be so. As until my dying breath my research will be my life's work. For one day the future generation of Necromancer will look upon my work in awe and respect. as I live my afterlife with my darling Diana...
-Blinks before straightening up-
As for my dislikes.. The summer. I despise the hot and sticky weather, so muggy and uncomfortable. I am unable to focus on my work due to the sweat, bugs, and other such annoying things that come from that atrocious weather. Another thing I hate among other things are people who fear death. How could you fear it? Everything is born and eventually they will die- Death is only the beginning of life! There is nothing to fear when you will then reunite with your loved ones! -A frown mars his face as his gray eyes harden- Cowards do not deserve a happy afterlife neither a swift and merciful end.
-His attitude brightens up as he smiles once more-
Continue?"
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"A-Ah? -Blinks slightly confused at the interviewers words- Habits habits? Oh dear I may have a few I might not- I rarely am around people to take heed. Hm.... I would say- I tend to slouch. It must be because of constant bending over in the candle light when researching or writing down notes.
I also tend to talk to my dear Diana's spirit, to most they might be thinking I am talking to thin air. Her medium is the skull I carry around so that may be considered a bad habit. But I can't just part with her! -strokes the skull in his arms-
Another thing I happen to do- though I am not a hundred percent sure, is smile despite the situation being dreary or serious. It is not always a pleasant smile either, some may say it is quite "creepy" especially when I've found a "test subject". As for dirty habits? Nothing I can think of- other than my obvious obsession with the dead.
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I have heard from my wife and several people. That I am a calculating, man. Polite if a bit odd and creepy. I tend to be overly dramatic about death and everything retaining to Necromancy. I have a love for literature and of course plays. I am said to be morbid and dark at times, but I assure you I am a pleasant person. Unless of course you anger me... -Smiles pleasantly- "
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Of course, if that is what you believe."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Hm.... Dancing you say? I haven't danced in about ten years, I'd say I'm awfully rusty.. As for rooms I'm sorry but my home is not the best place to live in.."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My parents Dimitri and Eliza Schaffer- two very lovely and dearly missed parents. My grandparents Klaus and Creia Schaffer are also verily missed. "
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"My elder brother who has passed on about ten years ago-named Jeremy and my only living companion now is my loyal dog Gretel- who has lived this long with me through the power of Necromancy.."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"As the second child to a noble family, my life was always interesting from day one. I was cared for and treated well by my family and the house staff. Growing up I was well educated. I was taught several arts and literature. It was when I was seventeen did I lose my parents to freak house fire. The reason was never discerned and I was left to stew in my anger and grief.
It was when I picked up a book on Necromancy one of the few books to survive the fire, did I make it my life's work. For years I threw myself into my studies hoping to drown out my sorrows and anger in my research. I moved into a manor in a small village atop a hill, where I lived for many years. It was when I was at the peak of the research did I meet her A lovely raven haired beauty known as Diana Frigel. A lovely woman who bewitched me the moment I laid eyes on her. It was love at first sight.
She was a kind and gentle woman who I loved with all my being. We married within the village and had our honeymoon in the capital of Palmecia. Years went by and my dear Diana had gotten sick, it only had gotten worse as she grew more ill. Eventually I had lost her. I grieved but her spirit refused to leave me. I bound her to her skull in which I kept with me at all times, afraid to let go. It was then I kept myself in my research for a couple of years... until the mist blew in...
Perhaps I will find more answers to my research in this distorted world?"
"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."
"Oh dear me. Don't worry I'll revive you if you wish my dear."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Roxquaaaaaaa~
age. 21~
rp experience. Yoy guys know by now =w=
rules.Aero!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..."
