Post by stephy on Mar 26, 2009 12:51:40 GMT -5
Lol, this was too long for Youtube. Hope You're fine looking at it here!
{ I'll be adding onto your basic Sign up Template, Both these characters are Role Play characters of mine that are very close to my heart, and I want to give you as much info on them as I can, to do them justice. }
Name: Chase.
Age: 18.
Personality;
Chase: Very reserved, a loner by nature since an Accident {Explained in a moment} years ago. A very helpful and understanding personality, Only wanting to help others and rid the world of pain. Afraid of sticking out amongst a crowd, but longing to at the same time, he is Strong, Able to take what life throws at him, at least on the outside. He's still a child deep down at heart, Longing for a life he once had. He is desperate to make up for the person that he can become, for the things he's done, yet he fights with the fear of getting close to anyone for fear of losing control. A bit Self Concious, and an easy blusher. { Poor Kid is basically a Saint @.@ }
Dark Side of Chase: {Again, Explained in a moment.} Dark, Semi-Perverted (Optional I spose D:), and sometimes Violent. Driven purely by his surroundings, what he sees and hears, what he can sence, as well as emotions. Heart rate is always at a constant, Purely lead by what's around him, The real Chase not present at all. Violent outburts are rare, but sometimes terrible.
Cygnus Class: Striker.
Why should you be recruited?: Chase should be recruited almost entirely because of his sheer moral ability to do what is right, along with his determination and loyalty. The only thing reccomended would be a strong partner, or friend, that he can trust to keep him secure in case anything were to happen. He's determined, Slim and tall but extremely strong for his build. He'd make an excellent force to any team, or alone. { Feels no pain when he's In "Dark Mode" I might add ^.~ } If ridding the world of pain and suffering means taking out the Black Magician, he'll do it with his own hand.
Character Code: {Appologies, Both are in the same code, as well as Shun (For Taye) for refferance. } 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
Now that the formalities are out of the way, Let's get down to the details~! Taye's description after Chase's History/details.
Looks: { Even though it's a bit changed since he's pixel form nao ;P } Rather tall, standing at 6'4". Jet black hair, straight Medium length coming down to just above his shoulders. Bangs flip to the right, Dyed tips with blood red. Naturally pale skin, Almost white in colour. Forest green eyes. Black eyeliner and Silver lip ring on the bottem left. { Would have edditted the colour and length into his hair, but I'm TERRIBLE at Edditting. }
Long Black Matte leather trench coat, going down to about mid calf. Parts at the waist, so you can see his pants through the split in the coat. Zips up from that point, usually done up to about 6 inches from the collar. Black strapped buckles on the upper arms of his coat. Long sleeved Black Mesh Top, Black 1 inch spiked chocker. Dark Gauntlets over his hands and wrists. Black fitted bondage pants, straps crossing behind the legs and Chains hanging from his pockets, Zippers added for decoration. Goth style boots, coming almost to his knees, covered in buckles and straps. { Hehe, I thought the cape made it look more like a Trench coat I's be so clevarz~ }
Disease; Rare Form of Multiple Personality Disorder: Episodes are few, and brief. Recieves strong aggresive Headaches for a few moments (A matter of seconds, to minutes) before blacking out completely. While out, A Dark seemingly completely opposite personality emerges that can be violent, agressive, manipulative and perverted, that takes over. Usually awoken by himself 5-30 minutes average later, or by a strong mental stimulant (Example: A Strong feeling of pain, or emotional stimulant ). When he awakes, he is usually weak and fuzzy for several moments, and is always unable to remember what happened.
History: Chase grew up in a small town with his Loving Mother, Father and younger sister Emily. At the Age of 7, he was diagnosed with a more rare varient of Multiple Personality Disorder, almost unknown to the countless specialty docters and hospitals that he had to visit. Although the fits of strange Dark behavior were brief, and not often, He was deemed untreatable and told to stay close to a loved one at all times, and reccomended Homeschooling. His mother and father, determined to give Chase a normal life let him continue to go to public school, under the watchful eye of a teacher during class. Children never seemed to take to him much, rumors spread of his disease and he was all but shunned completely, never having any true friends throughout his years. Althought that never seemed to bother the boy, his family was almost out of a story book, loving and careing, his little sister looked up to him immensly, and he adored her right back. At the age of 12, He was spending the afternoon with his family in their quant little home, when a sudden explosive Migraine erupted inside of his skull. His parents were at his side in an instant, letting him know they'd be there when he awoke. They were.. When he finally woke up, seemingly only a few blinks away for the boy, he whiped the blackness from his eyes, swaying slightly, only to be greeted by stained red, and a cold shape in his hand by his side. Looking down, it was a Knife stained with Crimson red blood. Horrified and broken to the core, he ran, never forgiving himself, murderer, Monster.. shattered. He lived mostly off odd jobs where he could be alone, living almost entirely wandering alone, His favourite spot local parks with tall trees and trails, the stars and moon his only friends, Darkness his home, his safety, his world.
Samples: {To get a feeling for his personality, taken from a Role Play with a friend. =] }
"Too Bad." Why didn't he Get it. What did it matter if he could protect himself! He squirmed weakly as the cover was placed over him gently, the brilliant smile from Dj doing nothing but making him more frustrated. Others had said that before, Well, one other.. He winced, forcing the memories away.
"I can't sleep! I can't stay!" His voice was quiet but strong, he couldn't help but feel like a kid complaining to his parents.. His mind flashed. His little sister smiling, running around like she was an airplane, his mom and dad standing at the edge of the doorway, talking and smiling, himself sitting on the couch watching with content, his face beaming. "Dj.." His eyes widened as memories flashed back all to quickly, coming and going like speeding cards on a raceway, images brining their terror before dissapearring and leaving him stranded.
"Why can't you understand.. I cant.. I.." His mom smiled warmly at her children, his father stepping closer to her a loving arm around her waist. 'Emily!' She called, her voice soft and warm, her eyes equally so, beautiful and chestnut brown, as only a mother's could be. 'It's time to go to bed, sweety.' Chase's breath caught in his throat, it was all playing back so quickly he couldn't breath right, it was like he was actually there again, like it was all happening again.. "Dj.." His voice came out almost silent, like a whimper.
Emily tried to wiz by her mother, but was quickly skooped up by their father. 'Listen to your mom, Em.' He laughed softly, holding her gently against him. 'But Daddy, I'm not tired yet!' Her yawn betrayed statement, and Chase couldn't help but smile up at them. They were turning to leave, Taking Emily up to her room, and pain struck his existance. 'Mom! Dad!' He screamed, kneeling on his hands and his knees on the ground, panting heavily and getting ready for another burst. 'Chase! Calm down Hunny, it's gonna be ok!' His mom was at his side in an instant, kneeling next to him, his dad was there a moment later, Emily running and standing behind her mother. 'Don't worry, We'll be here when you wake up.' His dad smiled from his other side, a hand on his shoulder for comfort. Chase nodded numbly, he winced as a lighter pain began to throb, his eyes starting to fade.. His Sister stared at him with fear and worry, she whimpered softly and Chase sent her a reasuring smile. Chase shook slightly as he recalled the memory. Everything had gone black at that moment.
Small whimpers escaped his throat silently, tears forming again at the corners of his eyes where they had previously been swept away. Dj's form next to him gave him little comfort, Why wouldn't the memories stop! No, please no.. His eyes opened slowly, the previous darkness still stuck. 'I'm.. What happened..' he thought, everything felt blurry, dark shapes were beggining to take form as he stood shakily in the middle of what he believed to be his living room, soft damp carpet fibres felt strange under his toes and he squinted to understand what was in front of him. Blackness was turning red.. Wait, red? There was not a thing red inside of his living room, it was all welcoming greens and beiges. 'Mom? Dad?' He called softly, his body shakeing as his eyes adjusted more. Blurs of black and red lay strewn on the floor, shapes he was sure he recognised.. He lifted his left hand to his face as it felt chilled at his side. More red.. everything suddenly became clear. Blood. There was blood on his hand.. Why.. "Mom! Da-" He let his hand drog to his side, and fell numbly to his knees, his heart barely beating in his chest. Below him his father lay still, blood covering him in his entirety, and arm reached out towards Chase as if he'd been trying to take his hand before he.. Farther back in the room the limp shape of his mother, her curly brown locks sticky with blood, his sister clinging still in her limp arms. His eyes wouldn't blink, barely he felt the cold touch of something hard in his right hand, and looking down he stared. He was holding a knife drenched in blood.
He could barely breath, His eyes stared manicly in front of him as he forced the images to stop, he could feel Dj close to him and he prayed he'd just run. "You don't understand!" He breathed, his voice no more then a whimper. His Trench coat felt sufficating wrapped around him under the blanket, his face was flushed of all the colour it had. "I.. It.. It killed my parents.." His voice felt little more then a breath as he spoke, his eyes still stareing straight ahead, panic stricked from reliving his past. He cursed himself more the ever for letting his guard down, for letting this happen. "Dj I can't hurt you, I can't do it, Dj what if something happens, What if it happens again, Why.." His words spilled out like raindrops off of a windowpain, barely audible and probably not even heard by the boy. Tears streaked down his still pale face.
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Chase smiled with fake delight, the delicious reaction the boy's told was wonderful. "What's wrong, Love?" He let the last word draw out slowly, he kid below him grinding his teeth, fire in his eyes. Licking his lips again he smirked even more, His evident happiness only simple reaction, his heart rate had remained unchanged the entire time. He had so much he was going to do the the kid, so much he was going to make him beg for death. Plead for his mercy! He-
The world flipped upside down, a loud thud echoed in the silent room as he was pushed hard against the floor boards. The thick silver chains on his pants jingled in protest, his cold calculating eyes faltered. Rigid Pain shot through his back and spine, And he groaned slowly. His eyes drifted closed sleepily, the look of menace leaving his face, and feeling suddenly coming back.
"Alright, now." The low growl coming from above him started to confuse as he gently cracked open his wounded Green eyes. His breath caught in his throat, Everything in his image was blurry, dark, but it was all coming together quickly. Beneath him everything burned, His wrists felt burned by the rough carpet, his hands felt like they were on fire and his muscles burned with a cold fury.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" Contempt and Anger run at his ears, he still couldn't fully understand what was happening as things started coming into focus. Is.. that.. His intakes became more paniced, gasped breathes coming quick and labored. His eyes smokey and distant, he stared upward, everything was starting to come back. The cold wearhouse, the warm gesture from his.. friend.. The eyes of the man standing over him looked as though they were ready to kill Chase, like he'd.. Oh no, the headaches...
He would have run away at that moment if his body was strong enough to fight free. Terror shot through his body like a spasm, his eyes momentarily distant as if waking from a dream turned painful and terrified. His voice cracked as if it were not his own, the only sound that could be heard over his rigid breaths was the constant uncareing hum of the appartment heater.
"D-Dj.." He wanted to say so much more, but the look in Dj's eyes felt paralyzing. The humming stopped as the old heater in the corner of the room kicked off.
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{ This Rp I played Chase as a ShapeShifter.. Ignore the shifting refferances xD THis is only for his personality }
"Chase?" He could hear the puzzled tone in his voice as Dj turned, Chase's eyes scanning too late to see the large blur of black Jump right onto Dj's back. No. Those icey blue eyes seemed locked onto Dj as it loomed over him, claws erect and ready to tear, teath bared in the most threatening way.. He froze in place, his mind catching up to what his eyes were seeing.
"Chase, get out of here. Now." His voice was low, controlled but pleading. He saw worry flashing in Dj's usually cool eyes, the same panic and terror that had haunted his so many times before, but more then anything the night previous.. Dj.. He hadn't left Chase's side, this wasn't time to abandon him. His heart thudded, it felt like it was being torn out of his chest. He took a small step forward.
Dj scrambled out from under the Large panther before Chase had the chance to move, the cat swung out a paw as soon as he'd gotten to his full height."No!" His scream pierced as Dj Went flying against the tree near the walkway, His eyes rolling back, focusing and unfocusing as he slid down the rough bark of the tree. From where he stood, his breathing wasn't right, his body looked broken.. Slowly the panther turned, it's muscled hindquarters squaring as it snarled up at him.
This couldn't happen, not to Dj. Rage bubbled up inside of him out of no where, his eyes flashing red and his teeth slowly grinding together, turning into a snarl of his own. No. Eyebrows furled, his fists balled at his sides as he stared, Clenching and unclenching. He'd Never looking as menacing as he did at this moment. At the back of his mind a throbbing pain started, but he ignored it. No, this monster was getting a beating from his own hand. Clouds seemed to shift over the sun, everything looked shadowed. His eyes quickly darted to Dj's very still form, his eyelids slid halfway, he was obviously fighting conciousness, fighting..
Without thinking he shifted into his Wolf form, faster then he ever had. Fear forgotten, He loomed over the Panther, His fur bristling and makeing him look much larger then he already was. His lips pulled back into a fearsome snarl, his eyes showing bloodlust, need to avenge, make the beast pay for what it had done. The Bandages from his hands fell loosely off his paws, too large to stay in place in his new form. The cold rough pavement nagging painfully at his wounds, feeding the anger coursing through his veins. His silver tipped tail twitched, Thoughts buzzing around his head like flies to his focused mind. Dj wasn't going down like this, No matter how much he thought about it all he could think about was that single line. He wouldn't let him be hurt, he wouldn't let him be touched. He wouldn't lose him, He couldn't lose him. Not now. A low growl came from the back of his throat, his snarl deepening.
He lunged forward quite suddenly without warning, Landing as he spun on the back of the shadowed creature. His teeth bit furousiously into the back of the cat's neck, teeth singing as deep as they would allow until he felt bone. He knew very well it wasn't a lethal spot, but enough to send pain worse then you could imagine shooting through his body. Jumping off, he skidded away to a distance, standing in front of the tree where Dj lay broken. He turned an ear backwards, The jagged breaths telling him he was still concious. His own breaths heaved, his shoulders hunched threateningly dareing the cat to attack him again.
"Get out of here, And leave us alone." His own voice sounded not like his own, Low, slow and furious, As he glared with a look that could cut stone into the eyes of the animal accross from him. He made sure he was directly within distance of Dj that he could protect him if he had to, his mind focused soley on keeping the boy safe.
He waited, expecting claws to score accross his pelt at any moment.
{That was what really happened.}
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Seconds seemed like hours, Blood seeped from the gaping wound Chase had left in the beast's neck as it backed away, spilling and staining the ground with a bright red tint. Dj's breathing seemed to ease somewhat, and Chase's tense muscles released their pressure as the cat streaked away. He Sent a malice filled snarl after it as it vanished into the brush, Streaking the ground with Crimson as it left.
He turned his Dark blood stained muzzle towards Dj, His eyes turning from anger to intense worry. He slowly turned back to normal, his midnight black hair stained with blood, thought returning. He walked back, a couple strides bringing him to the man's side as he kneeled down, leaning on one knee in front of him. He had to get him out of here, to safety. He Reached out with his strong arms, Pulling his nearly limp body against him protectively. His charge coughed, his eyes sliding up to look at Chase, a faint smile on the edges of his lips.
"Thank God, You're ok Chase.." He rasped, his eyes began to close and his body went completely Limp in his arms. "No, Dj! Wake up!" He pleaded as he held him tighter, His silence broken as his heart raced. He had to be ok! He could still feel the boy's heart beating in his chest, it was fainter then he would have liked. "No.." he whispered, Pulling him tighter against himself. He's going to be ok. All traces of the bloodlust he felt earlier were gone, he almost cried as he held his warm body against his. He gulped roughly in his throat.
Very gently he lifted Dj up, It felt like his insides were being torn out. Dj's pale face was the only thing in his vision as he stared down at the unconcious form in his arms, beggining to walk instinctively back to the appartment, his feet carrying him as he got lost in his mind. "You can't get hurt anymore." He whispered, His Trenchcoat billowing behind him as a slow breeze went by, stinging his eyes as he squinted down. The bright mid-day sun came out from behind the cloud that had previously veiled it, a bright ray shining down upon them mocking the grim mood.
The doorstep of Dj's unlocked Appartment appeared faster then he realized, his grip tightening as he kicked open the door, the frame already ajar from what he geussed was Trinell leaving. "Dj, I-" He choked, He walked forward quickly, His head looking from side to side in urgency. His muscles ached pathetically as he turned a corner into a room that must have been Dj's, His artistic flair clearly visable in everything right down to the sheets on the large bed in the center of the room. He took no notice, only rushing forward and placeing Dj gently down onto the soft silken covers.
'I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you..' He reached an arm forward, gently running his fingers through the boy's hair as he sat on the bed beside him. He wouldn't take his eyes off him again for a second. His face looked so peaceful somehow, but spikes of worry wouldn't kept him in reality. How had this happened, and who was that monster who tried to hurt him? Fury began to bubble up inside of him but he forced it back down.
He gently brushed back a few strands of hair that had found their way in front of Dj's face, His breath caught for a second as he remembered earlier that day, when he had brushed his cheek.. His heart beat quickly in his chest again at the thought. "Dj, I-.." His lips moved without a sound. His head drooped lower, his hand still cupping Dj's cheek. His eyes slid partially closed, until he was just inches from that handsome face..
What am I doing..
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Haha xD. I think that's enough Reading for you on Chase.. ;3
Hope you aren't Homophobic! He's Bi though, so either way is cool if that comes up. xD.
Now! Taye! Don't worry, No big Sample for him. I haven't had the chance to Rp with him yet, He's for an Rp with my boyfriend and I and my Boyfriend has his Comp taken away atm so.. T.T. I'm still obbsessed with this kid. And Appologies for the Awsome Hair I created there, I would have blended the sides and maybe deleted the black line dividing.. I'll link you to what Rp him looks like to get a feel for his hair. Basically I just wanted the flippy-ish part from that, with the messyness and length of the other if that makes sence. I'm sure if I'm chosen you can fix<3. I be teh epic fail edditer when it comes to Maple ;D.
Name: Taye.
Age: 17.
Personality: Taye is generally pretty bubbly and happy, And can sometimes act like a bit of a ditz, even though he is nothing of the sort. He's extremely smart, although he is also EXTREMELY Stubborn. You could say that his carefree attitude can cause people to underestimate him, And he's not afraid to use that to his advantage if he needs to. Throughout school he was basically as Preppy as someone could come, and often got laughed at for it. He wasn't the kind who made friends easily, but he got through ok. He's always the first to try and crack a lame joke that no one gets, or randomly break into song and dance to make a friend laugh. Being weak physically, he depends on his sharp mind, although he'll throw a punch if he has to.. Even though that would probably be like a fly punching an elephant =]. Don't do something even remotely offensive in front of him, once you're caught in one of his stubborn little webs, you're caught good. Good luck with that. =D. Deep down he's constantly hurting, missing his best friend and Boyfriend Shun, regretting what happened, but he'd never show it, and tried not to think about it until he's alone. He's the last to try and get himself down on purpose.
Cygnus Class: Flame Wizard.
Why should you be recruited?: He wants to do something that his Boyfriend would have been proud of, that he /will/ be proud of. He believes that the world is full of good, even if it is a terribly corrupt and wrong place, and he wants to fight to protect that, to keep it innocent, to keep it pure, to keep it safe. He isn't strong of body, but his mind and magic is beyond compare, he works to perfect it, again, for him.
Character Code: It's in Chase's form<3.
Details tiem!
Looks: His hair isn't flippy per say, it's just cut a fairly constant length, and that length continues on the right side until about half way in front of his right eye. Yellow Turtleneck Sweater, with Olive coloured Skinny jeans that wrinkle slightly near the bottem, so you can see his Brown and white Converse high tops pretty clearly. Dazzling unique almost Aquamarine coloured Blue eyes, that are very deep and complex looking at their depths. Light freckles speckle over his delicate peach cheeks. Small Frame, Especially as he stands at 5'6". His hair is a mixture of Natural red with almost Dirty blonde, giving it more of an Orange look. He always wears a certain Yarn bracelet around his wrist, which was given to him by his Best friend, Shun, years and years ago, as a Friendship bracelet.
History: Taye was always a very happy child, growing up with a Typical family, Mom, Dad, A Brother who was off at College.. In first Grade, Taye met his best friend, a cute little kid (Taller then Taye of course) by the name of Shun, Who was a year older then Taye although they were in the same grade (He got put into school late ), and they immediately became inseperable. All through their lives, you would almost NEVER see them apart, always with one another doing one thing or another. When Taye Turned 11, the two boys realized they had feelings for each other, and soon after become one of the closest couples you'd ever meet. The kind that make you sick to your stomach because they're so cute. Everything was going so well, so perfect, until one day. Taye was 15 at the time, He'd just celebrated his birthday a week before. Something had happened at school that day, a Silly fight, the kind you forget later cuz it was so idiotic. Taye's stubborness had stepped in, he'd refused to back down over something rediculous.. They hadn't spoken since the school bell had rang. Night had fallen quickly that day, the sky seemed to weep tears of heavy rain upon the two story house Taye lived in, his own eyes watery as he thought back at how rediculous he had been. Of course, he had to appologise. He went downstairs, got his rainjacket on and started for the street. In suprise he stopped, Shun's car was sitting accross the intersection, at the street adjasent to his own. His face lit up for a moment, the heavy rain blocked Shun's face, he hoped he wasn't still angry, he hoped he would forgive him. Headlines shawn brightly as the car started to move, followed almost immediately by a loud screeching. A drunk driver swerved past Shun's old car, narrowly missing him and continueing down the street like a maniac. Shun swerved sharply to avoid the car, but soon lost control, streeking accross the street and into a telephone pole, the car being completely totalled in the process. Taye Gasped, tears streaking down his face as he ran to his Love's vehicle, the wreckage barely able to get the door open enough to pull out the driver. Taye's face stared in silent horror, Shun heart had stopped bleeding, and he bled out in his arms..
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Name: Rory.
Age: 18.
Personality: Seemingly uncaring and even mean, but caring and sensitive deep DEEP down, you just have to dig a little. He has a good sence of right and wrong, but has a bad knack for always making the wrong desitions. He longs to be like everybody else, but after his life he knows that can never happen. His childhood and upbringing influenced his life greater then anyone could have known, and maybe he's broken beyond repair. Mentally, he's more or less stable, but he would have what some would call clinical depression. Although he shows no outward symptoms, it's mostly all in his head. He pushes people away naturally, as everyone who's ever had a part in his life has either hated or despised him, and the last thing he wants is to be made the fool ever again. When he gets close to somebody, which is rare, he's generally much softer then he is while alone or with others. Almost shy, sensitive.. It's a side he won't let anybody, not even himself, see often. Keep in mind that is rare.. he's deep! Who knew! =P
Cygnus Class: Night Walker. { Yay Dagger Users! <3 }
Character Code: 78da35cbbf0e82301006f01e90269510820cae3ec2b545d4d9c438b8f904279440f8335416579edca6e0dd70bf7cb98f310622039ea11b8578f57240e9a5516b74925828795a55a254a5d7456159789dd5f6a7b542553051b564a99a8d65e9edcfe393bec60a0091400411730bd1d247cb7e1743fe99693677aa0c8fdf4337f57963695c8310f3963afb6aa93661ec731eaa034dddb87582d8d779e2ce54cbac19687eb84a906e4f21fc004dff371a
Why should you be recruited?: Rory is Strong, somtimes fierce, and a force that you don't want to mess with. He's mentally distant from people, which make him skilled at carrying out duties without attatchment, no matter waht it is, or who he's working with. He fights against the evil that has oppressed him, even though he knows there's no hope left for him. Without realizing it, he may be seeking out the knights as a way of fitting in, even though his sub concious would shy away from the thought. If you asked him, his reason would be this. People should always have the right to choose how they live their lives, good or evil.. It isn't another person's place to choose. You should always choose for yourself, not have your life forced upon you.. Fighting to protect that is something that might be worth dieing for, worth living for. And maybe through it all.. he can finally learn what it is to feel real emotion, to feel true pain, true happiness, Love? To serve the greater good isn't what he's after, to protect what he never had, what others hold dear, that's his mission.
Details~! Wooo~! I bet that's your favourite part by now ;3? Tee hee x3.
-Tortures-
Looks: Not exceptionally tall, standing at 5.9". Shaggy straight Blackish/Brown hair, falling at different lengths, but not too far below his ears. (Ref pic for hair: morosemordant.deviantart.com/art/Emo-Kid-29840205?q=Emo+Guy&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5+%29)
Rather Pale palid skin, giving him somewhat of a dead-like appearance. Smokey Black/Dark Brown eyes, with Pale red eyeshadow under his lids making him look almost dead, but yet attractive. (Eyeshadow reference: i37.tinypic.com/34g8wu1.jpg) Slight black eyeliner. Silver lip ring on the lower left side, Nose stud on the right. Worn out black spiked choker that is beggining to to wear Silver and grey from over use, it hangs loosly around his neck. Fairly loose black bondage pants (With some red detail, like in the stitching and around pockets... that kinda thing) with dark red plaid boxers that are not usually visiable, Studded black belt. Loose black tee shirt with some sort of white symbol on it, spiked wristbands to hide some of the scars covering his arms and chest (Always hidden if he can help it). Has a white Shirt underneath the black one so you can just see the edges of it under the neck of his black shirt, and under the sleeves, the length going almost to his wristbands which end almost at his elbow. Black converse shoes, with red outlined skull and extra red detailing. (Here's a reference pic for teh shoes: img3.musiciansfriend.com/dbase/pics/products/3/7/3/325373.jpg )
Medical: VWD (Von Wildebrand Disease {Spelling that Wrong} ) Basically, a disease that makes it harder for blood to clot, and thus bleeds easily, and a lot if hurt.
History; Brief Summary: Soon after Rory's birth, His mother and father's Marriage started to fall apart, and the only person they saw fit to blame was young Rory. Growing up, He knew nothing but hatred, often being locked downstairs and beaten harshly by his father, Not even known by his relatives as his parents kept his excistance hidden. The vicious beatings leaving permenant devistating scars, welts and bruises covering the majority of his chest, back, and arms, his arms being the most horribly hurt. As soon as he was old enough for school, The countless glares of the students because of his broken figure caused horrible beattings by bullies. Most kids just took to throwing rocks at him, or playing mean tricks when he didn't expect it. At a young age, he learned that seclusion was the best thing, cutting himself off from speach unless nessesary, ignoring the taunts, hiding the scars. He couldn't show emotion, couldn't give them what they wanted. If he ever cried or faught back at home, he'd be lashed at harder then before. At the age 8, he was kicked out of his home, and forced to live in the streets, forging his way through school by some miracle. He quickly learned how to fight, and with that braught a sence of security he hadn't known before, but at the least, he could protect himself for the first time.
Now.. the detailed history.
( I warn you, this is fairly long and badly written. I wrote it like 2 years ago so xD. Incomplete but should help you understand.)
Deep within a small house on the edge of a rather large town, a small little 8 year old boy was cowering in a dark corner in the pitch black confines of a cellar. Above him stood his father, an agressive old man with a habbit for abbuse. He stood with a rather long, and firm, belt that he usually reserved for the beatings he lay on his son. The old man's stubble showed he hadn't shaved yet that morning and probably didn't plan to. Even farther behind the father stood the boy's mother, she stood silouetted against the open door, her face not visiable through the darkness. Only her eyes could be seen, and her glare cut through the shadows from in which she stood, piercing the child more then any blade ever could. The woman's long tangled brown hair fell below her shoulders and her eyes, usually beautiful chestnut brown colour, were at this moment not so beautiful.
But this story is not so much about these horrid people. No, the tale that is about to unfold is based on the the young child, the boy who we left cowering in the corner. Why was he cowering, you ask? Did he do something wrong, you may say? What would possibly make a father beat his son, you may be pondering? Well, those very statements were what was going through that small victim's mind, Rory was his name, as he sat pleading for his father's rage to stop.
"Dad, stop!" Rory sobbed, looking up into the enraged features of this man he called father. "Daddy, please! It hurts!" he breathed as his father lashed out at him with the belt once again. Every patch of skin on his body seemed to be raw from the lashing he had taken this morning. His black tee shirt and ripped jeans hung off of him in shambles, ripped and worn from the beatings Rory seemed to take on a regular basis. Just outside the barely noticeabe window, the sun began to rise over the rolling hills of the horizon. Shafts of light made their ways through the windows, flickering around Rory like little rays of freedom, mocking him.
The angry man's eyes seemed to blaze like like a fickle fire as the soft light flickered over them. "Stop, huh?" He raged, letting the belt whip once again. Who did this boy think he was! Stop!? Phhft. 'I'll show him to talk back to me!' he thought insanely to himself, smacking the belt down upon young Rory even harder. He could hear his wife leave the room behind him and stopped a moment. 'All his fault..' he reasoned unrealistically, glareing menacingly at Rory and letting the belt fall to the ground. Making a fist in the hand where the belt had just been adorned, He turned his back on the boy and walked to the door of the room. "Don't you dare cry." He snarled over his shoulder, giving him one last long look before slamming the door behind him and leaving Rory alone.
Rory's eyes were wide and terror stricken as he realized he was locked away in the cellar for about the millionth time. He leaned back against the frigid cement wall and panted heavily, letting a few barely audible crys of sadness escape. Why did his father blame /him/ for everything? 'What did I do?' He asked himself inocently inside his mind. He looked down at his arms and hands, they were a dark red and even bleeding in a few places where the metal of the belt had pierced his skin. His gaze averted from his arms now, slowly resting on the belt that was still laying on the ground near his feet. What had he ever done to deserve this...
Now, dear readers, I'm sure you are wondering what /did/ he do to deserve all of this? Well, in all honesty, he hadn't done anything accept be born. Not long after he was born, the marriage between his mother and father began to fall apart at the seems, and of course the only one they saw fit to blame was Rory. His father blamed Rory for his relationship with his wife breaking apart, and his mother blamed Rory for /her/ relationship with his father for being ripped away from /her/. Did they ever think maybe it was their own faults? Of course not. Why would they do something silly like that pray-tell? If you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm.
Rory hugged his knees to his chest and burried his face into his jeans. Today was Monday, he would be going to school soon. Taking a bruised arm, he wiped away a few remnants of tears away from the corners of his eyes as he heard the sound of his mother coming down the stairs to the cellar door to let him out. School bus would be here soon, and his parents would never let him miss it. He knew they could never pass up a chance to be away from him, to pretend he didn't excist, and to think of better ways to punish him. He looked up as a small crack of light apeared in the doorway, light shining upon his bruised and battered face.
"Get out." His mother's voice was blank and emotionless, a hard piercing look on her face as she glared at her son. She watched as he got up shakily, grabbing his worn old backback that lay on the opposite wall, and pushed his way meekly through the door way. She felt like kicking him as he scurried out the front door, but resisted the urge. Forcing him out of her mind, she walked up the stairs and tried to pretend she didn't have a son.
Rory walked slowly down to the street corner. His leg was hurting him badly, and he walked with a limp. Reaching the corner and leaning up against the stop sign, he could see In the distance a small yellow blob of colour coming closer and closer, and he knew it was the bus. He dug through his backpack, finding what he was looking for. He pulled on his old grey hoodie and made sure his scars were not showing, glancing upwards as the bus pulled to a screeching halt in front of him. His dark, deep black eyes, stared up in resentment at the bus and the people inside of it. The old rusty doors of the vehicle opened quickly and he knew this as his que to get in. He stepped up and looked over the many full seats and the hard looks that acompanied them.
Samples: { Not Many, just a couple entries.<3 }
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The day had been long, his wanderings cut short by the sharp bite of the sea air as evening closed in. The shop was a nice refuge he supposed, The scenery inside was a bit drab but he didn't mind it, he was used to it. The old trinkets it sold adorned shelved made of oak, Boating supplies and other more intricate supplies hid locked behind counters and glass showcases. His pale hands felt clenched in his pockets, he didn't dare touch anything, his mind didn't take much interest in it anyways.
The old floorboards creaked underfoot as he shuffled, and he looked to the side as he heard the door clammer shut. The figure was rather short for a guy, his cheeks were a slight shade of crimson as his warmly dressed person entered the warmed shop. Then again, he was shorter then him so it didn't really suit him to make remarks. He quickly looked back to the strange fishing hooks that were on the shelf before him, his blank stare showing little to no emotion, his face in a kind of small frown.
Really, by all rights he should be heading back to his Cousin's house. It was starting to get late, the sun was beginning to lower over the horizon lazily, brilliant oranges and reds were starting to stain the sky like the spilling of blood. The air from the before opened door hit him with a strange fishy scent, he crinkled his nose against it. The floor creaked, The figure approached him and he forced himself to look back, frowning as he was accustom.
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Rory raised an eyebrow at the stranger before him, his face unchanging other then that betrayal. His attempts at making him speak seemed pathetic to him, there wasn't any point other then some kind of misplaced curiousity that he'd seen before in many others. Although the look in the dusty depths of his eyes seemed to mock the cheeriness in which he spoke. It felt almost dangerous, but who was he kidding, he was probably just the same.
'I suppose I can play along.' The shop seemed to offer nothing but bleak and boring thoughts, it's not like he'd take it far anyways. For all he knew, this new distraction was just planning on mocking him or trying to tear down his deffences anyways. People were cruel, that's how the world was. He couldn't sugar coat it, and he couldn't let it get to him. Ignoring it was usually the best way, bitterness only lead to it's worsening.
"Why would I tell you my name." His voice was lower then it usually was, A slight growl curled into it's form. His eyes were dulled as usual, and emotionless as he'd learned to keep them. He considered walking past him and through the door, but the thought of the cold air sent a silent chill down his spine. It was bright anyways, Darkness would come soon enough and with it the blessed quiet and clarity it usually braught him.
He cocked his head to the side only a fraction of an inch, he wondered if the game was going to get more interesting.
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Woooo~! Alrighty, Hope that wasn't /too/ much reading! Thanks for looking, and hope to see the results soon.<3
{ Edit: BannedStory codes aren't working? I make/load my code and it doesn't work, I tried loading other codes from other contestants, and it doesn't work. Is it a glitch? }
{EditEdit: Still don't know if that's fixed! Could just be my lousy comp, in any case let me know if it doesn't work. Just added Rory on.. Hehe, I lubbles him. He's my oldest character, as in I've played him the longest. ! Please keep in mind, anything that doesn't work you have the right to modify, personality (Hopefully not too much there) to disease, to whatever. But again, I worked hard so I hope they're good. =] Love these guys<3 }
{ I'll be adding onto your basic Sign up Template, Both these characters are Role Play characters of mine that are very close to my heart, and I want to give you as much info on them as I can, to do them justice. }
Name: Chase.
Age: 18.
Personality;
Chase: Very reserved, a loner by nature since an Accident {Explained in a moment} years ago. A very helpful and understanding personality, Only wanting to help others and rid the world of pain. Afraid of sticking out amongst a crowd, but longing to at the same time, he is Strong, Able to take what life throws at him, at least on the outside. He's still a child deep down at heart, Longing for a life he once had. He is desperate to make up for the person that he can become, for the things he's done, yet he fights with the fear of getting close to anyone for fear of losing control. A bit Self Concious, and an easy blusher. { Poor Kid is basically a Saint @.@ }
Dark Side of Chase: {Again, Explained in a moment.} Dark, Semi-Perverted (Optional I spose D:), and sometimes Violent. Driven purely by his surroundings, what he sees and hears, what he can sence, as well as emotions. Heart rate is always at a constant, Purely lead by what's around him, The real Chase not present at all. Violent outburts are rare, but sometimes terrible.
Cygnus Class: Striker.
Why should you be recruited?: Chase should be recruited almost entirely because of his sheer moral ability to do what is right, along with his determination and loyalty. The only thing reccomended would be a strong partner, or friend, that he can trust to keep him secure in case anything were to happen. He's determined, Slim and tall but extremely strong for his build. He'd make an excellent force to any team, or alone. { Feels no pain when he's In "Dark Mode" I might add ^.~ } If ridding the world of pain and suffering means taking out the Black Magician, he'll do it with his own hand.
Character Code: {Appologies, Both are in the same code, as well as Shun (For Taye) for refferance. } 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
Now that the formalities are out of the way, Let's get down to the details~! Taye's description after Chase's History/details.
Looks: { Even though it's a bit changed since he's pixel form nao ;P } Rather tall, standing at 6'4". Jet black hair, straight Medium length coming down to just above his shoulders. Bangs flip to the right, Dyed tips with blood red. Naturally pale skin, Almost white in colour. Forest green eyes. Black eyeliner and Silver lip ring on the bottem left. { Would have edditted the colour and length into his hair, but I'm TERRIBLE at Edditting. }
Long Black Matte leather trench coat, going down to about mid calf. Parts at the waist, so you can see his pants through the split in the coat. Zips up from that point, usually done up to about 6 inches from the collar. Black strapped buckles on the upper arms of his coat. Long sleeved Black Mesh Top, Black 1 inch spiked chocker. Dark Gauntlets over his hands and wrists. Black fitted bondage pants, straps crossing behind the legs and Chains hanging from his pockets, Zippers added for decoration. Goth style boots, coming almost to his knees, covered in buckles and straps. { Hehe, I thought the cape made it look more like a Trench coat I's be so clevarz~ }
Disease; Rare Form of Multiple Personality Disorder: Episodes are few, and brief. Recieves strong aggresive Headaches for a few moments (A matter of seconds, to minutes) before blacking out completely. While out, A Dark seemingly completely opposite personality emerges that can be violent, agressive, manipulative and perverted, that takes over. Usually awoken by himself 5-30 minutes average later, or by a strong mental stimulant (Example: A Strong feeling of pain, or emotional stimulant ). When he awakes, he is usually weak and fuzzy for several moments, and is always unable to remember what happened.
History: Chase grew up in a small town with his Loving Mother, Father and younger sister Emily. At the Age of 7, he was diagnosed with a more rare varient of Multiple Personality Disorder, almost unknown to the countless specialty docters and hospitals that he had to visit. Although the fits of strange Dark behavior were brief, and not often, He was deemed untreatable and told to stay close to a loved one at all times, and reccomended Homeschooling. His mother and father, determined to give Chase a normal life let him continue to go to public school, under the watchful eye of a teacher during class. Children never seemed to take to him much, rumors spread of his disease and he was all but shunned completely, never having any true friends throughout his years. Althought that never seemed to bother the boy, his family was almost out of a story book, loving and careing, his little sister looked up to him immensly, and he adored her right back. At the age of 12, He was spending the afternoon with his family in their quant little home, when a sudden explosive Migraine erupted inside of his skull. His parents were at his side in an instant, letting him know they'd be there when he awoke. They were.. When he finally woke up, seemingly only a few blinks away for the boy, he whiped the blackness from his eyes, swaying slightly, only to be greeted by stained red, and a cold shape in his hand by his side. Looking down, it was a Knife stained with Crimson red blood. Horrified and broken to the core, he ran, never forgiving himself, murderer, Monster.. shattered. He lived mostly off odd jobs where he could be alone, living almost entirely wandering alone, His favourite spot local parks with tall trees and trails, the stars and moon his only friends, Darkness his home, his safety, his world.
Samples: {To get a feeling for his personality, taken from a Role Play with a friend. =] }
"Too Bad." Why didn't he Get it. What did it matter if he could protect himself! He squirmed weakly as the cover was placed over him gently, the brilliant smile from Dj doing nothing but making him more frustrated. Others had said that before, Well, one other.. He winced, forcing the memories away.
"I can't sleep! I can't stay!" His voice was quiet but strong, he couldn't help but feel like a kid complaining to his parents.. His mind flashed. His little sister smiling, running around like she was an airplane, his mom and dad standing at the edge of the doorway, talking and smiling, himself sitting on the couch watching with content, his face beaming. "Dj.." His eyes widened as memories flashed back all to quickly, coming and going like speeding cards on a raceway, images brining their terror before dissapearring and leaving him stranded.
"Why can't you understand.. I cant.. I.." His mom smiled warmly at her children, his father stepping closer to her a loving arm around her waist. 'Emily!' She called, her voice soft and warm, her eyes equally so, beautiful and chestnut brown, as only a mother's could be. 'It's time to go to bed, sweety.' Chase's breath caught in his throat, it was all playing back so quickly he couldn't breath right, it was like he was actually there again, like it was all happening again.. "Dj.." His voice came out almost silent, like a whimper.
Emily tried to wiz by her mother, but was quickly skooped up by their father. 'Listen to your mom, Em.' He laughed softly, holding her gently against him. 'But Daddy, I'm not tired yet!' Her yawn betrayed statement, and Chase couldn't help but smile up at them. They were turning to leave, Taking Emily up to her room, and pain struck his existance. 'Mom! Dad!' He screamed, kneeling on his hands and his knees on the ground, panting heavily and getting ready for another burst. 'Chase! Calm down Hunny, it's gonna be ok!' His mom was at his side in an instant, kneeling next to him, his dad was there a moment later, Emily running and standing behind her mother. 'Don't worry, We'll be here when you wake up.' His dad smiled from his other side, a hand on his shoulder for comfort. Chase nodded numbly, he winced as a lighter pain began to throb, his eyes starting to fade.. His Sister stared at him with fear and worry, she whimpered softly and Chase sent her a reasuring smile. Chase shook slightly as he recalled the memory. Everything had gone black at that moment.
Small whimpers escaped his throat silently, tears forming again at the corners of his eyes where they had previously been swept away. Dj's form next to him gave him little comfort, Why wouldn't the memories stop! No, please no.. His eyes opened slowly, the previous darkness still stuck. 'I'm.. What happened..' he thought, everything felt blurry, dark shapes were beggining to take form as he stood shakily in the middle of what he believed to be his living room, soft damp carpet fibres felt strange under his toes and he squinted to understand what was in front of him. Blackness was turning red.. Wait, red? There was not a thing red inside of his living room, it was all welcoming greens and beiges. 'Mom? Dad?' He called softly, his body shakeing as his eyes adjusted more. Blurs of black and red lay strewn on the floor, shapes he was sure he recognised.. He lifted his left hand to his face as it felt chilled at his side. More red.. everything suddenly became clear. Blood. There was blood on his hand.. Why.. "Mom! Da-" He let his hand drog to his side, and fell numbly to his knees, his heart barely beating in his chest. Below him his father lay still, blood covering him in his entirety, and arm reached out towards Chase as if he'd been trying to take his hand before he.. Farther back in the room the limp shape of his mother, her curly brown locks sticky with blood, his sister clinging still in her limp arms. His eyes wouldn't blink, barely he felt the cold touch of something hard in his right hand, and looking down he stared. He was holding a knife drenched in blood.
He could barely breath, His eyes stared manicly in front of him as he forced the images to stop, he could feel Dj close to him and he prayed he'd just run. "You don't understand!" He breathed, his voice no more then a whimper. His Trench coat felt sufficating wrapped around him under the blanket, his face was flushed of all the colour it had. "I.. It.. It killed my parents.." His voice felt little more then a breath as he spoke, his eyes still stareing straight ahead, panic stricked from reliving his past. He cursed himself more the ever for letting his guard down, for letting this happen. "Dj I can't hurt you, I can't do it, Dj what if something happens, What if it happens again, Why.." His words spilled out like raindrops off of a windowpain, barely audible and probably not even heard by the boy. Tears streaked down his still pale face.
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Chase smiled with fake delight, the delicious reaction the boy's told was wonderful. "What's wrong, Love?" He let the last word draw out slowly, he kid below him grinding his teeth, fire in his eyes. Licking his lips again he smirked even more, His evident happiness only simple reaction, his heart rate had remained unchanged the entire time. He had so much he was going to do the the kid, so much he was going to make him beg for death. Plead for his mercy! He-
The world flipped upside down, a loud thud echoed in the silent room as he was pushed hard against the floor boards. The thick silver chains on his pants jingled in protest, his cold calculating eyes faltered. Rigid Pain shot through his back and spine, And he groaned slowly. His eyes drifted closed sleepily, the look of menace leaving his face, and feeling suddenly coming back.
"Alright, now." The low growl coming from above him started to confuse as he gently cracked open his wounded Green eyes. His breath caught in his throat, Everything in his image was blurry, dark, but it was all coming together quickly. Beneath him everything burned, His wrists felt burned by the rough carpet, his hands felt like they were on fire and his muscles burned with a cold fury.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" Contempt and Anger run at his ears, he still couldn't fully understand what was happening as things started coming into focus. Is.. that.. His intakes became more paniced, gasped breathes coming quick and labored. His eyes smokey and distant, he stared upward, everything was starting to come back. The cold wearhouse, the warm gesture from his.. friend.. The eyes of the man standing over him looked as though they were ready to kill Chase, like he'd.. Oh no, the headaches...
He would have run away at that moment if his body was strong enough to fight free. Terror shot through his body like a spasm, his eyes momentarily distant as if waking from a dream turned painful and terrified. His voice cracked as if it were not his own, the only sound that could be heard over his rigid breaths was the constant uncareing hum of the appartment heater.
"D-Dj.." He wanted to say so much more, but the look in Dj's eyes felt paralyzing. The humming stopped as the old heater in the corner of the room kicked off.
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{ This Rp I played Chase as a ShapeShifter.. Ignore the shifting refferances xD THis is only for his personality }
"Chase?" He could hear the puzzled tone in his voice as Dj turned, Chase's eyes scanning too late to see the large blur of black Jump right onto Dj's back. No. Those icey blue eyes seemed locked onto Dj as it loomed over him, claws erect and ready to tear, teath bared in the most threatening way.. He froze in place, his mind catching up to what his eyes were seeing.
"Chase, get out of here. Now." His voice was low, controlled but pleading. He saw worry flashing in Dj's usually cool eyes, the same panic and terror that had haunted his so many times before, but more then anything the night previous.. Dj.. He hadn't left Chase's side, this wasn't time to abandon him. His heart thudded, it felt like it was being torn out of his chest. He took a small step forward.
Dj scrambled out from under the Large panther before Chase had the chance to move, the cat swung out a paw as soon as he'd gotten to his full height."No!" His scream pierced as Dj Went flying against the tree near the walkway, His eyes rolling back, focusing and unfocusing as he slid down the rough bark of the tree. From where he stood, his breathing wasn't right, his body looked broken.. Slowly the panther turned, it's muscled hindquarters squaring as it snarled up at him.
This couldn't happen, not to Dj. Rage bubbled up inside of him out of no where, his eyes flashing red and his teeth slowly grinding together, turning into a snarl of his own. No. Eyebrows furled, his fists balled at his sides as he stared, Clenching and unclenching. He'd Never looking as menacing as he did at this moment. At the back of his mind a throbbing pain started, but he ignored it. No, this monster was getting a beating from his own hand. Clouds seemed to shift over the sun, everything looked shadowed. His eyes quickly darted to Dj's very still form, his eyelids slid halfway, he was obviously fighting conciousness, fighting..
Without thinking he shifted into his Wolf form, faster then he ever had. Fear forgotten, He loomed over the Panther, His fur bristling and makeing him look much larger then he already was. His lips pulled back into a fearsome snarl, his eyes showing bloodlust, need to avenge, make the beast pay for what it had done. The Bandages from his hands fell loosely off his paws, too large to stay in place in his new form. The cold rough pavement nagging painfully at his wounds, feeding the anger coursing through his veins. His silver tipped tail twitched, Thoughts buzzing around his head like flies to his focused mind. Dj wasn't going down like this, No matter how much he thought about it all he could think about was that single line. He wouldn't let him be hurt, he wouldn't let him be touched. He wouldn't lose him, He couldn't lose him. Not now. A low growl came from the back of his throat, his snarl deepening.
He lunged forward quite suddenly without warning, Landing as he spun on the back of the shadowed creature. His teeth bit furousiously into the back of the cat's neck, teeth singing as deep as they would allow until he felt bone. He knew very well it wasn't a lethal spot, but enough to send pain worse then you could imagine shooting through his body. Jumping off, he skidded away to a distance, standing in front of the tree where Dj lay broken. He turned an ear backwards, The jagged breaths telling him he was still concious. His own breaths heaved, his shoulders hunched threateningly dareing the cat to attack him again.
"Get out of here, And leave us alone." His own voice sounded not like his own, Low, slow and furious, As he glared with a look that could cut stone into the eyes of the animal accross from him. He made sure he was directly within distance of Dj that he could protect him if he had to, his mind focused soley on keeping the boy safe.
He waited, expecting claws to score accross his pelt at any moment.
{That was what really happened.}
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Seconds seemed like hours, Blood seeped from the gaping wound Chase had left in the beast's neck as it backed away, spilling and staining the ground with a bright red tint. Dj's breathing seemed to ease somewhat, and Chase's tense muscles released their pressure as the cat streaked away. He Sent a malice filled snarl after it as it vanished into the brush, Streaking the ground with Crimson as it left.
He turned his Dark blood stained muzzle towards Dj, His eyes turning from anger to intense worry. He slowly turned back to normal, his midnight black hair stained with blood, thought returning. He walked back, a couple strides bringing him to the man's side as he kneeled down, leaning on one knee in front of him. He had to get him out of here, to safety. He Reached out with his strong arms, Pulling his nearly limp body against him protectively. His charge coughed, his eyes sliding up to look at Chase, a faint smile on the edges of his lips.
"Thank God, You're ok Chase.." He rasped, his eyes began to close and his body went completely Limp in his arms. "No, Dj! Wake up!" He pleaded as he held him tighter, His silence broken as his heart raced. He had to be ok! He could still feel the boy's heart beating in his chest, it was fainter then he would have liked. "No.." he whispered, Pulling him tighter against himself. He's going to be ok. All traces of the bloodlust he felt earlier were gone, he almost cried as he held his warm body against his. He gulped roughly in his throat.
Very gently he lifted Dj up, It felt like his insides were being torn out. Dj's pale face was the only thing in his vision as he stared down at the unconcious form in his arms, beggining to walk instinctively back to the appartment, his feet carrying him as he got lost in his mind. "You can't get hurt anymore." He whispered, His Trenchcoat billowing behind him as a slow breeze went by, stinging his eyes as he squinted down. The bright mid-day sun came out from behind the cloud that had previously veiled it, a bright ray shining down upon them mocking the grim mood.
The doorstep of Dj's unlocked Appartment appeared faster then he realized, his grip tightening as he kicked open the door, the frame already ajar from what he geussed was Trinell leaving. "Dj, I-" He choked, He walked forward quickly, His head looking from side to side in urgency. His muscles ached pathetically as he turned a corner into a room that must have been Dj's, His artistic flair clearly visable in everything right down to the sheets on the large bed in the center of the room. He took no notice, only rushing forward and placeing Dj gently down onto the soft silken covers.
'I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you..' He reached an arm forward, gently running his fingers through the boy's hair as he sat on the bed beside him. He wouldn't take his eyes off him again for a second. His face looked so peaceful somehow, but spikes of worry wouldn't kept him in reality. How had this happened, and who was that monster who tried to hurt him? Fury began to bubble up inside of him but he forced it back down.
He gently brushed back a few strands of hair that had found their way in front of Dj's face, His breath caught for a second as he remembered earlier that day, when he had brushed his cheek.. His heart beat quickly in his chest again at the thought. "Dj, I-.." His lips moved without a sound. His head drooped lower, his hand still cupping Dj's cheek. His eyes slid partially closed, until he was just inches from that handsome face..
What am I doing..
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Haha xD. I think that's enough Reading for you on Chase.. ;3
Hope you aren't Homophobic! He's Bi though, so either way is cool if that comes up. xD.
Now! Taye! Don't worry, No big Sample for him. I haven't had the chance to Rp with him yet, He's for an Rp with my boyfriend and I and my Boyfriend has his Comp taken away atm so.. T.T. I'm still obbsessed with this kid. And Appologies for the Awsome Hair I created there, I would have blended the sides and maybe deleted the black line dividing.. I'll link you to what Rp him looks like to get a feel for his hair. Basically I just wanted the flippy-ish part from that, with the messyness and length of the other if that makes sence. I'm sure if I'm chosen you can fix<3. I be teh epic fail edditer when it comes to Maple ;D.
Name: Taye.
Age: 17.
Personality: Taye is generally pretty bubbly and happy, And can sometimes act like a bit of a ditz, even though he is nothing of the sort. He's extremely smart, although he is also EXTREMELY Stubborn. You could say that his carefree attitude can cause people to underestimate him, And he's not afraid to use that to his advantage if he needs to. Throughout school he was basically as Preppy as someone could come, and often got laughed at for it. He wasn't the kind who made friends easily, but he got through ok. He's always the first to try and crack a lame joke that no one gets, or randomly break into song and dance to make a friend laugh. Being weak physically, he depends on his sharp mind, although he'll throw a punch if he has to.. Even though that would probably be like a fly punching an elephant =]. Don't do something even remotely offensive in front of him, once you're caught in one of his stubborn little webs, you're caught good. Good luck with that. =D. Deep down he's constantly hurting, missing his best friend and Boyfriend Shun, regretting what happened, but he'd never show it, and tried not to think about it until he's alone. He's the last to try and get himself down on purpose.
Cygnus Class: Flame Wizard.
Why should you be recruited?: He wants to do something that his Boyfriend would have been proud of, that he /will/ be proud of. He believes that the world is full of good, even if it is a terribly corrupt and wrong place, and he wants to fight to protect that, to keep it innocent, to keep it pure, to keep it safe. He isn't strong of body, but his mind and magic is beyond compare, he works to perfect it, again, for him.
Character Code: It's in Chase's form<3.
Details tiem!
Looks: His hair isn't flippy per say, it's just cut a fairly constant length, and that length continues on the right side until about half way in front of his right eye. Yellow Turtleneck Sweater, with Olive coloured Skinny jeans that wrinkle slightly near the bottem, so you can see his Brown and white Converse high tops pretty clearly. Dazzling unique almost Aquamarine coloured Blue eyes, that are very deep and complex looking at their depths. Light freckles speckle over his delicate peach cheeks. Small Frame, Especially as he stands at 5'6". His hair is a mixture of Natural red with almost Dirty blonde, giving it more of an Orange look. He always wears a certain Yarn bracelet around his wrist, which was given to him by his Best friend, Shun, years and years ago, as a Friendship bracelet.
History: Taye was always a very happy child, growing up with a Typical family, Mom, Dad, A Brother who was off at College.. In first Grade, Taye met his best friend, a cute little kid (Taller then Taye of course) by the name of Shun, Who was a year older then Taye although they were in the same grade (He got put into school late ), and they immediately became inseperable. All through their lives, you would almost NEVER see them apart, always with one another doing one thing or another. When Taye Turned 11, the two boys realized they had feelings for each other, and soon after become one of the closest couples you'd ever meet. The kind that make you sick to your stomach because they're so cute. Everything was going so well, so perfect, until one day. Taye was 15 at the time, He'd just celebrated his birthday a week before. Something had happened at school that day, a Silly fight, the kind you forget later cuz it was so idiotic. Taye's stubborness had stepped in, he'd refused to back down over something rediculous.. They hadn't spoken since the school bell had rang. Night had fallen quickly that day, the sky seemed to weep tears of heavy rain upon the two story house Taye lived in, his own eyes watery as he thought back at how rediculous he had been. Of course, he had to appologise. He went downstairs, got his rainjacket on and started for the street. In suprise he stopped, Shun's car was sitting accross the intersection, at the street adjasent to his own. His face lit up for a moment, the heavy rain blocked Shun's face, he hoped he wasn't still angry, he hoped he would forgive him. Headlines shawn brightly as the car started to move, followed almost immediately by a loud screeching. A drunk driver swerved past Shun's old car, narrowly missing him and continueing down the street like a maniac. Shun swerved sharply to avoid the car, but soon lost control, streeking accross the street and into a telephone pole, the car being completely totalled in the process. Taye Gasped, tears streaking down his face as he ran to his Love's vehicle, the wreckage barely able to get the door open enough to pull out the driver. Taye's face stared in silent horror, Shun heart had stopped bleeding, and he bled out in his arms..
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Name: Rory.
Age: 18.
Personality: Seemingly uncaring and even mean, but caring and sensitive deep DEEP down, you just have to dig a little. He has a good sence of right and wrong, but has a bad knack for always making the wrong desitions. He longs to be like everybody else, but after his life he knows that can never happen. His childhood and upbringing influenced his life greater then anyone could have known, and maybe he's broken beyond repair. Mentally, he's more or less stable, but he would have what some would call clinical depression. Although he shows no outward symptoms, it's mostly all in his head. He pushes people away naturally, as everyone who's ever had a part in his life has either hated or despised him, and the last thing he wants is to be made the fool ever again. When he gets close to somebody, which is rare, he's generally much softer then he is while alone or with others. Almost shy, sensitive.. It's a side he won't let anybody, not even himself, see often. Keep in mind that is rare.. he's deep! Who knew! =P
Cygnus Class: Night Walker. { Yay Dagger Users! <3 }
Character Code: 78da35cbbf0e82301006f01e90269510820cae3ec2b545d4d9c438b8f904279440f8335416579edca6e0dd70bf7cb98f310622039ea11b8578f57240e9a5516b74925828795a55a254a5d7456159789dd5f6a7b542553051b564a99a8d65e9edcfe393bec60a0091400411730bd1d247cb7e1743fe99693677aa0c8fdf4337f57963695c8310f3963afb6aa93661ec731eaa034dddb87582d8d779e2ce54cbac19687eb84a906e4f21fc004dff371a
Why should you be recruited?: Rory is Strong, somtimes fierce, and a force that you don't want to mess with. He's mentally distant from people, which make him skilled at carrying out duties without attatchment, no matter waht it is, or who he's working with. He fights against the evil that has oppressed him, even though he knows there's no hope left for him. Without realizing it, he may be seeking out the knights as a way of fitting in, even though his sub concious would shy away from the thought. If you asked him, his reason would be this. People should always have the right to choose how they live their lives, good or evil.. It isn't another person's place to choose. You should always choose for yourself, not have your life forced upon you.. Fighting to protect that is something that might be worth dieing for, worth living for. And maybe through it all.. he can finally learn what it is to feel real emotion, to feel true pain, true happiness, Love? To serve the greater good isn't what he's after, to protect what he never had, what others hold dear, that's his mission.
Details~! Wooo~! I bet that's your favourite part by now ;3? Tee hee x3.
-Tortures-
Looks: Not exceptionally tall, standing at 5.9". Shaggy straight Blackish/Brown hair, falling at different lengths, but not too far below his ears. (Ref pic for hair: morosemordant.deviantart.com/art/Emo-Kid-29840205?q=Emo+Guy&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5+%29)
Rather Pale palid skin, giving him somewhat of a dead-like appearance. Smokey Black/Dark Brown eyes, with Pale red eyeshadow under his lids making him look almost dead, but yet attractive. (Eyeshadow reference: i37.tinypic.com/34g8wu1.jpg) Slight black eyeliner. Silver lip ring on the lower left side, Nose stud on the right. Worn out black spiked choker that is beggining to to wear Silver and grey from over use, it hangs loosly around his neck. Fairly loose black bondage pants (With some red detail, like in the stitching and around pockets... that kinda thing) with dark red plaid boxers that are not usually visiable, Studded black belt. Loose black tee shirt with some sort of white symbol on it, spiked wristbands to hide some of the scars covering his arms and chest (Always hidden if he can help it). Has a white Shirt underneath the black one so you can just see the edges of it under the neck of his black shirt, and under the sleeves, the length going almost to his wristbands which end almost at his elbow. Black converse shoes, with red outlined skull and extra red detailing. (Here's a reference pic for teh shoes: img3.musiciansfriend.com/dbase/pics/products/3/7/3/325373.jpg )
Medical: VWD (Von Wildebrand Disease {Spelling that Wrong} ) Basically, a disease that makes it harder for blood to clot, and thus bleeds easily, and a lot if hurt.
History; Brief Summary: Soon after Rory's birth, His mother and father's Marriage started to fall apart, and the only person they saw fit to blame was young Rory. Growing up, He knew nothing but hatred, often being locked downstairs and beaten harshly by his father, Not even known by his relatives as his parents kept his excistance hidden. The vicious beatings leaving permenant devistating scars, welts and bruises covering the majority of his chest, back, and arms, his arms being the most horribly hurt. As soon as he was old enough for school, The countless glares of the students because of his broken figure caused horrible beattings by bullies. Most kids just took to throwing rocks at him, or playing mean tricks when he didn't expect it. At a young age, he learned that seclusion was the best thing, cutting himself off from speach unless nessesary, ignoring the taunts, hiding the scars. He couldn't show emotion, couldn't give them what they wanted. If he ever cried or faught back at home, he'd be lashed at harder then before. At the age 8, he was kicked out of his home, and forced to live in the streets, forging his way through school by some miracle. He quickly learned how to fight, and with that braught a sence of security he hadn't known before, but at the least, he could protect himself for the first time.
Now.. the detailed history.
( I warn you, this is fairly long and badly written. I wrote it like 2 years ago so xD. Incomplete but should help you understand.)
Deep within a small house on the edge of a rather large town, a small little 8 year old boy was cowering in a dark corner in the pitch black confines of a cellar. Above him stood his father, an agressive old man with a habbit for abbuse. He stood with a rather long, and firm, belt that he usually reserved for the beatings he lay on his son. The old man's stubble showed he hadn't shaved yet that morning and probably didn't plan to. Even farther behind the father stood the boy's mother, she stood silouetted against the open door, her face not visiable through the darkness. Only her eyes could be seen, and her glare cut through the shadows from in which she stood, piercing the child more then any blade ever could. The woman's long tangled brown hair fell below her shoulders and her eyes, usually beautiful chestnut brown colour, were at this moment not so beautiful.
But this story is not so much about these horrid people. No, the tale that is about to unfold is based on the the young child, the boy who we left cowering in the corner. Why was he cowering, you ask? Did he do something wrong, you may say? What would possibly make a father beat his son, you may be pondering? Well, those very statements were what was going through that small victim's mind, Rory was his name, as he sat pleading for his father's rage to stop.
"Dad, stop!" Rory sobbed, looking up into the enraged features of this man he called father. "Daddy, please! It hurts!" he breathed as his father lashed out at him with the belt once again. Every patch of skin on his body seemed to be raw from the lashing he had taken this morning. His black tee shirt and ripped jeans hung off of him in shambles, ripped and worn from the beatings Rory seemed to take on a regular basis. Just outside the barely noticeabe window, the sun began to rise over the rolling hills of the horizon. Shafts of light made their ways through the windows, flickering around Rory like little rays of freedom, mocking him.
The angry man's eyes seemed to blaze like like a fickle fire as the soft light flickered over them. "Stop, huh?" He raged, letting the belt whip once again. Who did this boy think he was! Stop!? Phhft. 'I'll show him to talk back to me!' he thought insanely to himself, smacking the belt down upon young Rory even harder. He could hear his wife leave the room behind him and stopped a moment. 'All his fault..' he reasoned unrealistically, glareing menacingly at Rory and letting the belt fall to the ground. Making a fist in the hand where the belt had just been adorned, He turned his back on the boy and walked to the door of the room. "Don't you dare cry." He snarled over his shoulder, giving him one last long look before slamming the door behind him and leaving Rory alone.
Rory's eyes were wide and terror stricken as he realized he was locked away in the cellar for about the millionth time. He leaned back against the frigid cement wall and panted heavily, letting a few barely audible crys of sadness escape. Why did his father blame /him/ for everything? 'What did I do?' He asked himself inocently inside his mind. He looked down at his arms and hands, they were a dark red and even bleeding in a few places where the metal of the belt had pierced his skin. His gaze averted from his arms now, slowly resting on the belt that was still laying on the ground near his feet. What had he ever done to deserve this...
Now, dear readers, I'm sure you are wondering what /did/ he do to deserve all of this? Well, in all honesty, he hadn't done anything accept be born. Not long after he was born, the marriage between his mother and father began to fall apart at the seems, and of course the only one they saw fit to blame was Rory. His father blamed Rory for his relationship with his wife breaking apart, and his mother blamed Rory for /her/ relationship with his father for being ripped away from /her/. Did they ever think maybe it was their own faults? Of course not. Why would they do something silly like that pray-tell? If you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm.
Rory hugged his knees to his chest and burried his face into his jeans. Today was Monday, he would be going to school soon. Taking a bruised arm, he wiped away a few remnants of tears away from the corners of his eyes as he heard the sound of his mother coming down the stairs to the cellar door to let him out. School bus would be here soon, and his parents would never let him miss it. He knew they could never pass up a chance to be away from him, to pretend he didn't excist, and to think of better ways to punish him. He looked up as a small crack of light apeared in the doorway, light shining upon his bruised and battered face.
"Get out." His mother's voice was blank and emotionless, a hard piercing look on her face as she glared at her son. She watched as he got up shakily, grabbing his worn old backback that lay on the opposite wall, and pushed his way meekly through the door way. She felt like kicking him as he scurried out the front door, but resisted the urge. Forcing him out of her mind, she walked up the stairs and tried to pretend she didn't have a son.
Rory walked slowly down to the street corner. His leg was hurting him badly, and he walked with a limp. Reaching the corner and leaning up against the stop sign, he could see In the distance a small yellow blob of colour coming closer and closer, and he knew it was the bus. He dug through his backpack, finding what he was looking for. He pulled on his old grey hoodie and made sure his scars were not showing, glancing upwards as the bus pulled to a screeching halt in front of him. His dark, deep black eyes, stared up in resentment at the bus and the people inside of it. The old rusty doors of the vehicle opened quickly and he knew this as his que to get in. He stepped up and looked over the many full seats and the hard looks that acompanied them.
Samples: { Not Many, just a couple entries.<3 }
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The day had been long, his wanderings cut short by the sharp bite of the sea air as evening closed in. The shop was a nice refuge he supposed, The scenery inside was a bit drab but he didn't mind it, he was used to it. The old trinkets it sold adorned shelved made of oak, Boating supplies and other more intricate supplies hid locked behind counters and glass showcases. His pale hands felt clenched in his pockets, he didn't dare touch anything, his mind didn't take much interest in it anyways.
The old floorboards creaked underfoot as he shuffled, and he looked to the side as he heard the door clammer shut. The figure was rather short for a guy, his cheeks were a slight shade of crimson as his warmly dressed person entered the warmed shop. Then again, he was shorter then him so it didn't really suit him to make remarks. He quickly looked back to the strange fishing hooks that were on the shelf before him, his blank stare showing little to no emotion, his face in a kind of small frown.
Really, by all rights he should be heading back to his Cousin's house. It was starting to get late, the sun was beginning to lower over the horizon lazily, brilliant oranges and reds were starting to stain the sky like the spilling of blood. The air from the before opened door hit him with a strange fishy scent, he crinkled his nose against it. The floor creaked, The figure approached him and he forced himself to look back, frowning as he was accustom.
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Rory raised an eyebrow at the stranger before him, his face unchanging other then that betrayal. His attempts at making him speak seemed pathetic to him, there wasn't any point other then some kind of misplaced curiousity that he'd seen before in many others. Although the look in the dusty depths of his eyes seemed to mock the cheeriness in which he spoke. It felt almost dangerous, but who was he kidding, he was probably just the same.
'I suppose I can play along.' The shop seemed to offer nothing but bleak and boring thoughts, it's not like he'd take it far anyways. For all he knew, this new distraction was just planning on mocking him or trying to tear down his deffences anyways. People were cruel, that's how the world was. He couldn't sugar coat it, and he couldn't let it get to him. Ignoring it was usually the best way, bitterness only lead to it's worsening.
"Why would I tell you my name." His voice was lower then it usually was, A slight growl curled into it's form. His eyes were dulled as usual, and emotionless as he'd learned to keep them. He considered walking past him and through the door, but the thought of the cold air sent a silent chill down his spine. It was bright anyways, Darkness would come soon enough and with it the blessed quiet and clarity it usually braught him.
He cocked his head to the side only a fraction of an inch, he wondered if the game was going to get more interesting.
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Woooo~! Alrighty, Hope that wasn't /too/ much reading! Thanks for looking, and hope to see the results soon.<3
{ Edit: BannedStory codes aren't working? I make/load my code and it doesn't work, I tried loading other codes from other contestants, and it doesn't work. Is it a glitch? }
{EditEdit: Still don't know if that's fixed! Could just be my lousy comp, in any case let me know if it doesn't work. Just added Rory on.. Hehe, I lubbles him. He's my oldest character, as in I've played him the longest. ! Please keep in mind, anything that doesn't work you have the right to modify, personality (Hopefully not too much there) to disease, to whatever. But again, I worked hard so I hope they're good. =] Love these guys<3 }