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Fire's Registration; Do I need one? Honestly?
Topic Started: Dec 29 2008, 02:40 PM (136 Views)
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Name: Fire, Chaos, I'll respond to anything really.

Roleplaying Experience: Umm.. Off and on, probably three years now. I phrase it like that because for a while I had nowhere to play.

Preferred Roleplay Style: Fantasy

Roleplaying Sample:

Starie smiled, attempting to look nice. He still wasn’t entirely sure of the emotions surrounding this, only that the humans stopped being so frightened of him when he did. Occasionally, they even gave him food for it. Currently, he was walking, slowly, through the city that was somewhere. Where he wasn’t sure, all he was really sure of was the fact that he was here. The girl beside him had apparently appointed herself his guardian, if the flow of her thoughts were anything to go by. He relaxed slightly, allowing his head to fall forward, black hair following the motion. It hung to past his waist, more then long enough to hide his eyes while he tried to get a better idea of the girls intentions; even so, his feet followed the girl. Splitting his concentration was challenging, but not impossible.

He relaxed his shields a bit, allowing more of the flood of impressions around him in, and lost the track that he’d wanted to follow. Once he tuned out the thoughts and feelings of the children, and those that clearly felt different then human, he caught the phrase “Crusader’s Guild” a lot. What is that, I wonder? His simple thought sent a loose whisper out all around him, as if he’d whispered in all their ears. He felt a moment of surprise, and then just as quickly, most of them brushed it off, and started gibbering about other things, such as the price of grain. A faint smile touched the boys lips. “Stupid humans.” He muttered, and went back to sensing for what this guild was.

And promptly walked into the girl, she’d stopped talking some minutes back, having stopped and turned to stare at him. “Are you even listening?” She demanded.

His head snapped up, staring at a point past her. “No. Why should I? You’re nothing to me.” His voice was rusty, having not talked for a long time. Weeks, days? Did he care? No. She stepped back with a yelp, which struck him as amusing. He wasn’t even tall enough to come to her shoulders, as he hadn’t with his sister. Probably less then five feet tall, and skinny to boot. Physically, he looked like a sick kid, maybe fifteen at the most. His facial structure was such that at first glance he could look female, and the tangled black hair that fell to his waist did not help that impression. He knew by the look on the blond child’s face and scent that his eyes were probably not blue anymore. Another smile posed itself on his face, “What’s wrong? Never seen green eyes before?” A faint growl covered his words, he couldn’t prevent it. The dragon that he was knew that she was about to run. It wanted a chase.

The girl began to jabber incoherently, tears streaming down her dirty face. He sighed softly, and reached up. Slowly, gently, to rest two fingers lightly on the side of her face. Go home, whatever you call such, and tell whomever you love goodbye. Then, die. He ordered the recesses of the girl‘s mind. Even if she ran and told, it would still hold. She would be dead, he knew suddenly that his sister would greatly disapprove of him bending another’s mind in this manner, and yet, he found that he didn’t really care either. The girl’s eyes widened. “Y-y-you just t-t-talked.. Without m-m-moving your lips..” The fear scent got stronger, and she took off running as soon as he removed his hand.

He stepped back, slipping into a disgusting alleyway to sit, his head was spinning. The girl had been stubborn, he’d used a lot of energy in making that hold. He sat with a grimace on the ground, his back to the wall. “Damn it.. This cloak is probably disgusting now too.” A glance down at the black cloak he’d stolen from his sister’s room, one that smelled faintly of her, and more of Uncle Darkmere. The world spun faster, and he closed his eyes. Hands over his face, hair hiding most of him.

He wasn’t in the city anymore, instead he was in the ruins of a village, staring down its last remaining man. “Finish it. Die.” The man’s fear became nearly palpable as the sharpened stick the man was holding was pushed harder against his own flesh. Starie noted that he appeared to be taller now, and broader. His throat was raw, and his entire concentration was on making that man kill himself. There was a yell from farther off, and something whizzed past his shoulder, connecting with a sickening sound with the villager’s flesh. He didn’t even gurgled as the blood pouring out of his throat killed him.

He spun and snarled at his sister. “How dare you? You know what that bastard did to me. You know what they all did. How dare you intervene!” By the time he finished that statement he was screaming. The fires around them roared in response to his anger.

She smiled slowly, sadly at him. Her blue irises crackling like the flames. “Simple, Vanyel. Had I let you kill him, you would have hated yourself later. As it stands, you only have the destruction and slaughter of most of a village on your hands.” Her posture belied what her voice did not, she was expecting him to attack her. Her right hand was resting on the hilt of her sword, her left still out from the thrown blade. Starie noted again, that he was now taller then she. For some reason, the fact she expected him to attack her saddened him, and the anger dissipated.. He sighed. “Sorry sis…” A faint wince as he looked around. “I’m not gonna attack you.. Remember? Besides, you’re a dragon.. You could probably kick my happy little human ass from here to next week easy.”


The world spun again, and somewhere far away he could hear a girl shouting. “There he is, nasty little demon. Get him!”

Starie flinched, recognizing the girl from earlier. He opened his eyes to find the mouth of his alley blocked by two men in armor that bore a really strange crest, a sword and what looked like a flail crossed over a strange symbol thing. Before they could close on him, he drew on his last reserves, and sent a flash of will inot their minds, enough to stun them for a moment. Long enough for him to come to his feet and push past them, running through the crowds. It took him time, but he finally cleared the city. Bolting still, he scrambled up one of the large trees, barely noticing that it was on the outskirts of what looked like a massive forest. Once in a position so as not to fall, he hugged his knees to his chest and whimpered.

“My name is Starfire Shimmerscale, son of Icer Shimmerscale. I am a dragon that has learned to shape shift into human form, and I simply do not know where I am… All I know is that I woke up in a strange place, and found a town. My name is not, and has not been Vanyel.. I can not start fires, I can’t even seem to manipulate energy like Shadow yet, nor can I seem to shift back to dragon form.” He would remain there, perched in that spot, and muttering that mantra for some time. Trying to hold off the panic that was threatening him. He wouldn’t notice much, might run down to hunt. Night would find him in the same position though, muttering until he fell asleep.
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