Post by ezekiel on Mar 12, 2011 20:36:45 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"A justice rage for all to feel,
With innocent cries and hatred squeals,
The gore of evil seems to satisfy,
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"My name is Ezekiel Clark. While I severely detest nicknames, I'll let you call me 'Clark' because... well that's the only suitable nickname that I can think of really. "
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Let's see, I was born on July 10th fifty-four years ago, but I look twenty. Time of birth 12 AM in the morning, Cocoon, and... can't remember the name of the hospital. Oh yeah, I don't affiliate with anyone, I am at my own side y'see."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Hey I don't mind as long as you're a sexy woman. If you can keep up with me that is."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I am a freakin' gunslinger and as well as a swordsman, but I lean more towards close combat because I do more damage using swords than spraying .45 ACPs at my opponents."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Well I can show you more than swordplaying and gunslinging if you want at my room. What do you say?"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I am exactly six foot, a tall guy if I say so myself."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Well, I've been fighting for most of my life and considering I can wield this handy-dandy two-handed sword with my own two hands without any problem I can perhaps call myself... athletic? Did I get it right? I ain't too bulky or too lean."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Don't tell me you're color blind...." He sighs and take a deep breath, "Okay, I am wearing black combat shoes, black leather chaps with cool wing designs, underneath that I wear red trouser. Then there is my awesome red trench coat, good for hiding my pistols and a black shirt underneath. During prolonged time in fights, people's hands tend to tear and I like to keep my hands in nice condition y'know? So I have these sexy black fingerless gloves with me."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"People tell me I look like Dante from Devil May Cry. Who the hell is he and what the hell is 'Devil May Cry'? I demand my lawyer for the lawsuit!"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Hey, if I am that sexy wanna get together sometime?"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Let's see... I like women, sundaes, wild women and having friends around me really. I also love fighting, but I don't like to kill unless it's rather necessary. Oh yeah, did I mention I like fast vehicles?" He grins, "As for dislikes I hate girly girls, clingy women, martyrs, and man that doesn't even act how a man should act. Especially those depressiing emo-brains that's damn angsty all the time. Yup, that's it. Oh and, I hate PSICOM and Sanctum. Those fuckers can shit their brains out of their assholes and I am going to give 'em a violent diarrhea."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I tend to be a lazy in combat so I always tend to whip out my pistols before engaging my opponents. Really, it's a force of habit just to save my energy." He looks around, "Y'promise not to tell this to anyone? Alright, I am afraid of spiders. Yes, spiders. Small, big or colossal sized I tend to scream like a little girl when I see one."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"... That just way over the line. Umm, I am... awesome? Does that count?"
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"REALLY?! We'll be best buds, only awesome people are allowed in my circle."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I'll dance with you in the room if you can keep up with my tango if you know what I mean." He bites the spineless rose by the stem, "Let's dance."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"We have romance going on? Hell, I don't even know your number, you want mine? Wait a minute, I thought I told you that when you asked about my birthday."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Oh trust me, I think they would hate you as they hate me and nope."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Man, you wanna stick around for this? Okay... STORY TIME!" He sighs, "Most of the files relating to Ezekiel is either classified for the officials or burned for safe keeping. Ezekiel was born from a very prodigious family that considered themselves the ‘elitist’ of the society. His father was a topnotch researcher and his mother was a judge of the court. For most of his life he found himself locked in a room with books stacked high up, getting little to no attention from his family members except when eating. Only thing that kept him sane was the servants that kept him company, his teachers and his favorite TV shows. Ezekiel was no allowed to go outside like the other kids and play, but to win the approval of his mother and father he studied hard. He was no genius, but the effort of shoving all the knowledge into his brain made up for it. However, his effort was never enough. No matter how well he did, his parents expected him to perfect, come out on top of everything and pushed him even further. When he hit his teens, Ezekiel had enough and rebelled against the authority that chained him down to his home. His parents simply disowned him and sent him to the orphanage.
Ezekiel had a new goal in life. He wanted to be the strongest. He trained his physical body everyday consistently until he hit the suitable age to join PSICOM. The training regiment was harsh, every single day more and more candidates would get beaten for slightest mistakes and at least one trainee would die each week from either exhaustion or dehydration. There was no time to let them rest; everyone had to leave the weak behind. Taking pity, Ezekiel promised himself he would not leave anyone behind no matter how ‘imperfect’ they were. He knew the feeling of being not wanted. Upon his graduation, Ezekiel made it through the training and became a part of PSICOM special reconnaissance operative unit. He saw the first lines of battle before anyone, his unit acted as a spear-head for assaults against the targets that they went after, never aware of the shadowy details that sanctum was working behind the curtains. In his unit, Ezekiel was the hero. He would stick a limb out for comrades in danger, near death and even towards the civilians that were about to get killed during combat. Even though he couldn’t save everyone, Ezekiel knew it was a right thing to do. He became the most decorated soldier in his unit despite his rank. Several awards and ribbons were issued to Ezekiel. He and his teammates were carved into the PSICOM reconnaissance unit, going down as a legend as they left their mark on the unit.
His last and final operation was conducted at his age of 20 during purge. Ezekiel and his team were ordered to stay in the lab for their new equipments, because their equipments were rather outdated for the warfare that they were going in Sanctum said they’ll provide them with the best. That was a lie. His unit was attacked and captured by PSICOM and elite Sanctum guardian units. Ezekiel did his best to save his comrades, but most became killed on his attempt to save them. Giving up, he was finally captured and became a test subject for their new experiment. Ezekiel and his team was the candidate. With the data they had from Sanctum L’cie, they put the properties that they had during War of Transgression into them. Each day, all subjects experienced an incredible pain. His teammates either committed suicide or virtually went insane from pain. Ezekiel fought on, his anger was what was keeping his sanity intact. He waited for the right moment to escape. Scientists saw that the experiment to turn the soldiers into super weapons turned into a failure, they killed them except Ezekiel. They placed him in hibernation tank for further studies later in the future. His time virtually stopped there.
For 34 years Ezekiel was kept in stasis within the lab. Scientists continued to study Ezekiel, but they had left the hibernation mode off for too long and Ezekiel broke free. Taking his anger out on everyone in the area, he burned down the entire building and everyone with it. The Sanctum branded him as a Pulse L’cie in order to cover him up as a test their test subject. His risk level was classified to the highest point. Currently, the Sanctum is after Ezekiel and has a bounty on his head. Ironically enough, Ezekiel became the bounty hunter himself to hide his existence, and he also burns anything that’s a trace of him left around the Cocoon. Currently, Ezekiel is still running and fighting against PSICOM and Sanctum. So yeah, that's me in a nutshell."
"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."
"WHAT?! We had our first date and you're about to explode? Comon' woman, let's at least have one-night stand before chunks of flesh fly off of you."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. BANGBANG
age. I am eighteen. Fuck yeah.
rp experience. Ten years.
rules. THUNDRAGA!!!!!! -spams lightning everywhere-
rp sample.“Damn this place is hot, good thing I left my coat back home.” Ezekiel thought as he hung the shirt on a railing. It was really a good idea for him to leave it behind back at in his motel room, but hell he just didn’t feel that same without his coat. Wherever Ezekiel had went, he always wore his signature red trench coat that hid the holsters for his pistols, but without it he felt very exposed and open with a pair of empty holsters for his pistols strapped behind his hips. So much for concealed carry, but did it matter? Everyone out here in beach was here to have fun on whatever was that they were doing, but as of right now no one didn’t show up yet. So, Ezekiel went out of his way to grab himself a nice fishing spot to catch some fishes for his breakfast, lunch and dinner. He always loved freshly caught fish, especially when they were cleaned out and eaten raw. “Damn, I’m getting hungry.”
His stomach growled a little. He waited here since 3AM in the morning and the fish hasn’t taken the bait of his fishing rod just yet. Seeing how the sun was rising from the horizon though, Ezekiel estimated that he had been waiting here for three hours straight without any catch. He sighed in disappointment and reeled the bait back in, but he found out something disturbing. There was no bait on the hook. The male swore that he placed bait on the hook an hour ago and it was carefully eaten away by the fishes?! This made Ezekiel angry, to have small pea-brained sized creatures outsmarting a human. This fired him up, he was going to at least take one with him and gloriously feast on its body. It won’t be just any fish; it was going to be the biggest fucking meal that he had ever caught in his life. Determined to catch whatever the fish that was lurking in these waters Ezekiel placed small bait onto the hook and sent it right into the waters again. “Fuckers better take the bait.” He grumbled. They said that fishing took patience, but Ezekiel had little to no patience. Hell, this was worse than playing a poorly thought out game. He’d rather play a game that was poorly thought out than just stand here and wait for his meal to come around. Ezekiel may have loved sea food, but playing a waiting game was not on his list. “Eh, never mind. Fuck this shit.” Quickly, he reeled the bait back and started disassembling his fishing rod. Well, that was it; his determination was quickly overruled by hunger and impatience. So here was his plan: eat out, head home and take a nap. Ezekiel was feeling pretty damn grumpy from just waiting here for three hours straight without any progress.
Once he packed his things, Ezekiel slung his shirt over on his shoulder and walked away from his fishing spot, letting someone else take over. He walked along the sandy shore while watching the sun rise from the distance. This was a kind of a thing that he didn’t get to see every day. Ezekiel thought he might as well enjoy it a little before he headed out. The male stopped in his tracks and stared at the golden orb rising in the distance while smiling.
"Talking." __ *Thinking.* __words: 567__notes: WOO HOO.
