Post by Damian "Blaze" Graham on Nov 2, 2011 2:48:58 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Damian Graham is mah name by birth, but mos' folks jus' call me Blaze for some odd reason."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I'm 29 years old, born in the winter. As for mah affiliation? I belong to Balamb."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Provided you don't mind the fact that mah friend here is by mah side constantly, and I like to... play the field both sides, we can go on a date, doll."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Ever seen a Malboro writhing in the light of a Firaga spell?"
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I'm sure you say that to ALL the magi."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"6'4, though to be precise, I'm six foot, four and a quarter inches tall."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"While I do mah best to stay in shape, all those tomes and the time I spend studying them does show. I've been accused of being built like a runner. And while I may never be body building champ of the world... worlds... whatever, I'd like to think I'm good looking enough. You seem to think so."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"My clothes? These old things? Mah personal modifications to the uniform for SeeDs. I get mah new uniform I'm issued when the old one wears out, and modify it to make it... more comfortable."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Huh? Oh, you must mean Ling Tong. Yeah, I get that a lot."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"So I've been told."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Well, I have to say I rather enjoy being a Senior SeeD, and on an actual schedule. Do you have any idea how rough it was havin' mah sleep interrupted at all hours of the day or night? Not somethin' I p'ticularly enjoy to say the least.
'Have to say though, prob'ly mah favorite thing in the world is just being able to cut loose and have some fun. While I understand the need for seriousness and buckling down and all that, I don't care to have an entire life of it.
"Now, I enjoy mah... Hm. How to put this... I enjoy mah time with the fairer sex, but what I can't stand is women that throw themselves out there like they can't get a partner to save their lives. Really annoys me, ya know?"
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Hehe. Don't really see how that's any of YOUR business, doll. As for habits, one of the ones most of mah friends call me on is my tendency toward being all about flare. I enjoy giving mah audience a show, I can't help it. This is pro'ly 'cause of the fact that as a boy, I always enjoyed having applause. Somethin' I don't tell many people, when I was a boy, I jumped off the roof of mah family's house. Hehe. Broke both mah legs in the process. But one of mah foster uncles was so tickled by it he 'bout laughed himself to death."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Side from what I've already said, not much more to tell about myself."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"We'll just have to see what time has to say about that one."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Then let's dance. Hope you can keep up."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Don't know much about mah birth parents. They gave me up when I was fairly young. Hard times, little money, less room, that sort of thing. But the parents that raised me were dedicated to a fault. Fact, that's how I ended up at Balamb. He was one of the instructors there at the time, and when I showed an aptitude for magic, well... Yeah. You know the rest of the story there."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Nope. Well, strike that. Mah Fafnir, Orion Rexor, is like family to me. But that's about it."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Well, I was top o' mah class in Balamb, still am in fact. Not a mage there in the classes as can touch my magic. Actually made Senior SeeD rather early for mah group, though most of them have since caught up."
"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."
"Nah, you're good. I know NulBlaze. Don't.... Oh, you're more worried about YOURSELF. Gotcha."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Drake
age. 24
rp experience. About 10
rules. You know it.
rp sample.Basch fon Ronsenburg was bored. And a bored Basch was never a good one, as this usually led to trouble finding him. No, he didn't actively go looking for trouble, it just seemed to find him. This had always been the case with him, and it never really changed.
He strolled along, wandering through the market, glancing over the people shopping and touting their wares. It was nice to be able to relax once in a while, though boredom had been setting in for him more and more lately as things began to calm down after the upheaval.
But all in all, things were easy for him. No one had really bothered to try bothering the princess during the past few months, so all he really had to do was keep an eye on things, and make sure nothing went wrong.
He sighed, staring up through the buildings at the night sky, the twinkling of the lighs of Rabanastre drowning out most of the stars. Only the brightest were still visible, and there weren't many that he could see anyway with how narrow the streets were. But it was nice to be able to walk freely, and not worry about an Archadian force trying to attack the city.
He paused long enough to step sideways to avoid a running Bangaa, his eyes following it for a moment until it dashed into a shop, with accompanying shouts of 'He's back'. He smiled, and continued on his walk, heading toward the overlook in Northern Rabanastre. Maybe there he'd be able to get a clearer view of the sky.