Post by Tyran on Oct 21, 2011 4:55:15 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"No matter what, I got your back
I'll take a bullet for you if it comes to that
I swear to God that in the bitter end
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
He walks into the room shaking the interviews hand and taking a seat. "My name is Tyran no last name just Tyran." He shuffles around and pulls a hip flask from a pocket in his jacket.
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"26 July, 21, I'm just helping anyone from Spira." He opens the hip flask and takes a swig from it and looks back to the interviewer.
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Not much of a chance there takes a lot for a lady to make me do something like that." He rubs his head and crosses one leg over the other and then back again getting uncomfortable by the question.
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Mostly physical attacks." He takesa drink ther scratches his head and his eyes light up as he remembers something else. "Possibly a little magic, nothing wrong with being prepared." He grins at the interviewer feeling proud of himself.
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Yep got to keep the monsters at bay." He takes another drink and smiles as he finds himself getting more comfortable with each swig of his drink.
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I am six foot too tall, But that isn't relevant to my work. Unless your asking me to go into small places because I don't do small places too well with my height." He rubs his head as he remembers all the time he has hit it on things when trying to get into tight places.
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Okay you want to find out." He gives a grin and lifts the bottom of his shirt exposing his limited stomach muscles and poking it with his finger. "Nothing but muscle not a lot of it but hey something is better then nothing."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"The less cloths and the lighter the better. I like to be fast and decisive with my foes." He leans back into his chair more as he feels the drink having some affect on him now.
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Yeah I hear that I look like Bapai Akira from a Mangaka." He gives the interviewer a big smile.
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Thank you." He takes anotehr swig of his drink and gets himself comfortable in the chair as he looks at the interviewer ready for the next question.
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I like drinking, I like the wide open spaces and I like drinking. Did I mention that twice well that just shows how much I like it. I dislike Lady Yuna." He pauses and takes a quick swig of his drink and looks back to the interviewer. "Oh yes and myself." He takes another swig this time slightly longer then the previous ones. "Oh and when I stubbed my big tie this one time." His smile quickly moves to a frown as he remembers and sheds a small tear then quickly wipes it away. "But anyway." He clears his throat and sits up straight looking at the interviewer.
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Most likely my drinking, Oh yes and I have been known to pick my nose a few times. But as for secrets I can't tell them all or there not secret but I will give you a hint too one that there is a little lady out there that I fancy but not saying who and you didn't hear anything." His face goes red and he gives a small smile then rubs his head a little taking another swig.
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I was a Guardian at one point for a summoner but now I'm mostly just a bitter and drunk mercenary that sums most of it up." His eyes drop a little as he folds his arms.
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Okay sure if you mean as friends then totally." He nods at the interviewer and takes another swig of his drink.
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 not much of a dancer although I have been told in lots of bars I have some moves." He starts to laugh when he thinks of the times he was blind drunk dancing on pub tables.
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I was born and raised in Besaid my parent's where killed by Sin and I was raised by my best mates family. He was a summoner and I his guardian but he died a while back just before the Eternal Calm." He mutters to himself a little and looks back to the interviewer. "I never did like to talk about my past all that much but that is pretty much it."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I have no real family any more. Although everyone keeps telling me to get a pet but I will get around to that when I retire one day." He took another swig of his drink and sighed as he looked at the interviewer and then moved around in his seat uncomfortably.
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Not really was a guardian for my best mate who was a summoner but failed at that so ended up working as a mercenary because didn't want all that fighting skills to go completely to waist. Although there was the day we left Besaid just after Yuna and her company." He sighs and takes other swig of his drink and rubs his hands together getting comfortable in his seat again.
"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."
He takes one last swig and then looks into the bottom of his flask and then back to the interviewer. "Good because I'm out of drink. So what you say you buy a round and then I will buy one?" He stands up from the seat stretching and shaking the interviewers hand.
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Stevo [Nickname]
age. 21
rp experience. Six years maybe more hard to keep count.
rules. Thundaga
rp sample.He sat in the bar drinking his drink and listening to the people around him as they whispered about local gossip. He looked around hearing a lot of chatter about some mist thing worlds colliding all of it made no sense to him yet but he knew it was only a matter of time till he got a job that would pull him into it all. "Another one please bar tender." He looked around the room at everyone and then back as he drink was served to him. "Thank you." He nodded too the bar tender and then started to drink again over hearing people talk about some people going missing in a nearby. He stood up finished his drink and paid the bar tender and gave him a nod as he stumbled a little and grabbed his swords from the door way and walked outside. He stumbled around the front door for a moment as he heard a familiar voice call to him from behind the bar. "You need to quit drinking Tyran." The bar tender yelled with a laugh as he raised his hand to wave good bye. "Yes it is on my too do list." He laughed and stumbled to the left and then to the right heading towards a nearby ally way to find a spot to rest and gather himself for a moment.
No sooner had he walked into the ally way had he felt a sudden pull and fell to the ground. "This is not the drink that is for sure." He said to himself as he tried with all his might to push himself back up but something was pushing him down and would not let up. The pressure was beginning to be too much his sight was starting to wain as he finally fell unconscious for what felt like an eternity. He slowly woke his head pounded as he felt himself push off the ground with unfamiliar feel too the ground beneath him and sounds and smells he could not recognize. "This is not good." He muttered to himself as he slowly gained his footing and waited for his eyes to regain focus.
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