Post by zecht on Feb 12, 2011 13:26:09 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"If it all fades to black,
If I'm born once again...
Then no one really is free."[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Quite the nosy one, aren't we? I am Zecht Mon Gaudeval, heir t the Guadeval noble family and San d'oria's grim reaper."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Hm... Your persistence is admirable, if not utterly annoying... I was born in the summer of July, on the 26th day of the month. As for my age... You needn't concern yourself with it."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"You must be ill or blind... Nevertheless, men have never been in my line of interests."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I grant death to my enemies wielding my greatsword and a vast array of magicks. Would you like a demonstration...?"
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I'm afraid I've no time for idle chat. Go pester someone else."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"You again? Tch... Fine, I'm six feet and nine inches tall."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Since this joke seems to have no end, I'll humor you. I am told that I am well built, with not a muscle out of place. My skin as you can see is pale white... Be it by the curse of the dark energies flowing through me or some defect at birth. Upon my head you'll see that my shoulder length silver hair is well groomed and kept neat. Not that you should care about any of this..."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"My armor has been passed down to the practitioners of the sword of Darkness. It is a jet black hue with shiny gold trimmings all made from ancient and sacred metal known as Orialchum. The blade I weild is usually slung on my back, and stands at six feet of dark steel. The hilt contains a jewel not unlike an eye of sorts. It posesses a singular edge. At times I wear a cape, at times not... depends on whether or not I want to conceal myself."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Perhaps the dark elves from lineage 2... Although all of us with elven blood tend to look the same."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Hmph. You won't get far with me using flattery. Stop embarassing yourself..."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"You're still here? *Grumbles* I like savoury meals like lightly salted malboro stew, And I utterly hate sweets. I like being left alone, don't like people in my business... And I hate praise or those who feel indebted to me. I am no hero, merely a fool who enslaved himself to darkness in order to attain power..."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I doubt you have any ties with the darkness... Whatever. My habits include reading, strategic planning and fencing... As for secrets, they wouldn't be secrets if I told you would they?"
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I am quiet for the most part... I dislike unnecessary violence, yet am forced into battle because of the path I have chosen. There are times the darkness seizes control, and I must spill the blood of living things in order to sate its blood lust. It is for that reason I'm usually harsh and cruel to all those around me. Everyone involved with me becomes a corpse sooner or later. As for you... I just don't like you. "
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"I sincerely doubt that..."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"What in Altanna's name are you talking about? I'll not go anywhere with you!"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My mother died at childbirth and my father died a hero's death in battle... As for my uncle... I killed him myself."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I've no siblings... As for a pet, I have a black chocobo that has been with me since the days of my youth. His name is Percival."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"When my uncle attempted to take my life, I fled the city walls covered in my own blood. It is when a passing Dark Knight by the name of Zeid gave me a blade with which I would cut the traitor and his cohorts down, and I did so with cruel efficiency. After doing so, I fled the city of San d oria and fell before the dark knight weakened by the weight of the souls my sword had consumed coupled with my wounds. He 'healed' me by making me sign a contract with the darkness, and was made into a dark knight."
"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."
"Fine by me. I honestly don't know why I played along for so long... perhaps I was that bored."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name.Benjamin Otisi
age. 23
rp experience. Since I was 18.
rules. Yes Is "thundaga" the password?
rp sample.The Dark Knight folded his arms tersely, eying the two who had saved him from staining the streets with the blood of those two blundering soldiers. Men tasked with the safety of this town's people and all they could think of was harassing those who sought nothing more than safety from the dangerous wild... Those fools probably didn't even know what had befallen their world, they could only think of fattening their pockets with more gil to use at the local tavern and drown away their own inadequacies in a sea of liquor. Zecht gave the two soldiers one more icy glare as he took a deep breath in order to calm his seething fury. This did not at all mean that Zecht paid the words of the two no mind... It just didn't help to hear that he had been dumped here with no explanation. This day had become more and more of a headache in comparison to all the other days he had spent alone in the wild.
A distant memory now... The fog had stolen from the dark knight any fragments of his memory. The souls he had extinguished had become naught but a fading thought. For now, he would seek solace within the town he had come across. A tad more relaxed, he took his first steps into the only community of sentient beings he had come across since entering this broken world.
