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| MurderMayhemxx | Jan 20 2009, 10:10 PM Post #1 |
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Name: I prefer Devon, but if anyone wishes to call me Mayhem that works fine also. Roleplaying Experience: I've been roleplaying for several years. Mostly on websites such as xanga, but it is basically the same experience. Preferred Roleplay Style: Any. I like all styles. Roleplaying Sample: Cloudy days enjoyed following Misteor. It seemed that no matter where he wandered, the sun hid. Perhaps it was because of this that his complexion remained so sickly pale, nearly colorless. From the outside edges of a paneless window, he could only peek out through the bars. It was cold, and his body was only minimally protected. He did not like it. His arms were contorted around his tiny body oddly, strapped into place by that same jacket. Misteor giggled as the room he was placed in bumped. Glancing at the window again, he caught sight of the tips of foliage, growing more and more as the moving room went deeper into the forest. They called it Vance Academy. The place he was to be quickly courted off to after many many months of aimless wandering through streets, tormenting others with his uncanny abilities. They called him crazy, locked him up. Misteor called it fun. It was society's way of simply tossing him out. The truck carrying him came to a stop at the iron wrought gates before footsteps approached the back. The reaper closed his eyes, feigning sleep. Sedatives wore off quickly on him, but the boy simply detested them. "Hey, wake up." Rudely nudged, Misteor opened his eyes groggily and stared up at the nervous man crouched above him. Several others were armed with tranquilizers behind him, preparing to fire should Misteor seize control. It was so over-the-top, the princess had to hold himself from laughing. He was escorted outside by the still shivering man, and soon freed from the strait jacket that held him. "You're their problem now." A voice loomed, though when Misteor turned, he was alone. Slightly dissapointed, he slowly walked toward the entrance to the Academy. He'd never been to a school, nor socialized with anyone. It was beginning to get amusing. With a subtle bounce in his step, the princess had begun to wander the campus, eager curiosity brimming in his silvery oculars. Students were absent from the perimiter, giving him the only insight that some sort of assembly had formed. However schools were run--Misteor had no idea what in the hell he was talking about. It was only a few moments later that he'd been reprimanded by another teacher for his aimless wandering. With a laugh, Misteor explained his story and had been courted off for a registration, which the male had simply breezed through. Misteor knew nothing of himself, his family, or his life. He was who he was, and that was all that mattered to him. Little petty heritage, or history was meaningless, it was done. Clasping his schedule in one hand, the princess scanned through it lazily, never lifting his eyes until the class in question was before it. "Huh...sounds like whoever is the teacher is having quite a time controlling these guys." He laughed inwardly at his own crude humor before giving the door a push, and entering. |
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+ _____s u c k e r love is known to s.w.i.n.g Known to cling and waste these t h i n g s______ ____+P U C K E R up for heaven's sake There's n e v e r been so much at s.t.a.k.e______+ ![]() Infinite Undiscovery Cause you can't get more epic than the dinner dance. | |
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| Silvermourn | Jan 20 2009, 10:33 PM Post #2 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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