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 Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 7:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 7:11 pm
[color=gray][size=9][b][u]{I am your puppet, you are my master}[/u][/color][/b][/size]:[color=red][size=12][i]{Character name here}[/color][/size][/i]
[color=gray][size=9][b][u]{So many years, I've wasted}[/u][/color][/b][/size]:[color=darkred][size=10][i]{How old is your character 16-18}[/color][/size][/i]
[color=gray][size=9][b][u]{Mirror, mirror on the wall..}[/u][/color][/b][/size]:[color=red][size=10][i]{Pictures [REAL] are preferable, if a description, it must be a damn good one!}[/color][/size][/i]
[color=gray][size=9][b][u]{Oh, the things I've seen}[/u][/color][/b][/size]:[color=darkred][size=10][i]{Your Bio, let's be creative. 5 Sentences.}[/color][/size][/i]
[color=gray][size=9][b][u]{I was born}[/u][/color][/b][/size]:[color=darkred][size=10][i]{Male or Female?}[/color][/size][/i]
[color=gray][size=9][b][u]{The person I've become}[/u][/color][/b][/size]:[color=darkred][size=10][i]{Personality}[/color][/size][/i]
[color=gray][size=9][b][u]{On a need know bases}[/u][/color][/b][/size]:[color=darkred][size=10][i]{What else do we need to know}[/color][/size][/i]
[color=gray][size=9][b][u]{Oh, the things I can do}[/u][/color][/b][/size]:[color=darkred][size=10][i]{An example of your work.}[/color][/size][/i]
[color=darkgray][size=9][b][u]{I am who I am}[/u][/color][/b][/size]:[color=red][size=12][i]{Your gaian name}[/color][/size][/i]
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 7:12 pm
{I am your puppet, you are my master}: {Aissa Syne Amouria, prefers Syne.}{So many years, I've wasted}: {17}{Mirror, mirror on the wall..}: {Surely you do lie.}{Oh, the things I've seen}: {Syne was born in the deep south, just a southern girl who rode four wheelers and went mudding. Wild fun and racing race through her blood, along with a laid back way of talking. She grew up with two parents who argued occasionally, usually it got major. And because of her lifestyle, Syne has grown a little numb to violence. Anyways, she was an only child who sought comfort in wild parties and her cat; Hallow. Just last year, she moved to town, withdrawn and aloof. Luckily, however, she has met her a small group of friends that she has quickly taken too, seeing as all the other kids love to whisper to themselves about some... Legend.. Syne, is rather curious, and wants to find out what's going on, she will refuse to leave her friend's behind, to her, they are coming along for the ride.}{I was born}: {Female}{The person I've become}: {Syne is flirtatious, she's a b***h, she's her. In large groups, she's rather quite until alcohol is involved, but once it is, she's a wild fire. She will gladly take a bullet for ANY of her friends, but will hold a grudge for a VERY long time. Syne tends to be rather cold hearted to people she firsts meets and will tend to shun them until she finds them worthy for her attention. She doesn't really smile, but when she does, it could lite up a room. Over all, she''s pretty fun-loving and somewhat book smart.}{On a need know bases}: {She's addicted to metal; piercings. She loves guys, beaches, nights, stars, lightening, animals, writing, AlCoHoL, and music. She despises morning, the color pink, animal abuse, loud mouths, know-it-alls, tomatoes, drugs, eggs, coconut, lasagna, and people who try to break her of her drinking.}{Oh, the things I can do}: {[For noting purposes: This in on a good day with correct motivation]Syne continued onwards, passing the generosity of Brian's openly welcome arms. Her shoes thudded softly against the ground, a certain tiredness in her step. To Brian's words, she nodded, it was all true... At least on her half, she didn't know their life story, their day, and frankly, she didn't care. She didn't care, as long as the gun wasn't pointed in her direction, as long as they didn't accuse her for the simple mistakes a tired being would make.
Quickly her eyes shifted to Brian as he spoke of parking the Humvee with Sarge, the fact that she would be left with Myrddin.. They just weren't all that close and this was something that would most likely take a good bit of time to pass before forgiveness worked it's way in.
Truly not wanting to argue, Syne nodded, although, it did bother her that it took two to park the Humvee, that Brian or Sarge couldn't do it alone.. What if they abandoned her and Myrddin, or worse, what if they were a trio? What if when she wasn't looking, Myrddin would bolt with the other two and leave her stranded here with the possibility of the museum being a breading ground for these creatures?
Her eye lids fluttered close, covering her pupils from the rest of the world. Syne needed time to herself, time to think all this over, for like usual, she was most likely over thinking things. I took a few moments for her eyes to flutter open, but it was perfect timing to see the MP5 SD6 before her.
Slowly her pale hands extended and grasped the gun, the cool steel forcing chill bumps to arise upon the flesh of her body. It was this coolness that awoke her from her dazed persona. Now Syne was awaken, the gun in her hands, her ears picking up the words that circulated about her form.
"Less than, more than three knocks, squeeze the trigger twice at the center of the door and blow the s**t out of whatever is on the other side, got'cha."
Syne soon ignored the rest of the conversation that escaped Sarge's lips for he was turned to the other, conversing of her possible actions. It was weird to hold a gun like this again, to feel the cool steel, the weight. If there was something her father did right, he taught her a bit of guns. She was lucky, for this all came into play and she actually never thought it would.
A smile touched her lush lips as she for once seemed to be herself, fully relaxed with her fingers clasping the gun as if a delicate vase. Her eyes ran across the gun, just like teenage boys do to playboy magazines. She was the teenage boy and the gun was the girl, it's curves and crevasses taunting her with each indention. This MP5 SD6 was a pure beauty and she enjoyed it.
Only when silence consumed the air around her, did she look up. Her eyes slowly lost the longing sparkle that they once held. It was now her and Myrddin and she could only hope that her thoughts, the ones that once clouded her mind, were not true.
Syne did have her own weapons that she was pretty decent with and had never shot this particular gun, but it seemed easy enough. Just aim, pull the trigger, and wait for the 'shock'.
With a deep inhale of much need oxygen, she turned towards the door, her eyes set upon it's workings. Her fingers tightened slightly on the gun, gripping it more harder. All that was left to do was wait, wait for ten minutes, that was the max time they said that they'd be back... Just ten minutes that she would have to be stuck with Myrddin.... God, he better now try anything stupid, for she had this gun in her hands with a burst of three per shot, and he already wasn't on her more favorable side.}{I am who I am}: {Aissie}
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 2:28 pm
{I am your puppet, you are my master}: {Ather Carson} {So many years, I've wasted}: {16}{Mirror, mirror on the wall..}:  {Oh, the things I've seen}: {Ather had always been a little bit different from her wealthy family. She was a happy and an all around bubbly child when she was younger. Then as her eighth birthday approached her sister went missing. She's never quite been that same since. She despises bright colors; so, every month or so she dyes her hair a darkish red color to obscure the bright blonde strands that are her natural color. She enjoys partying, and she welcomes drinks when she can get ahold of the alcohol. Mostly though she prefers to be alone, typically in a tree, thinking or drawing. }{I was born}: {Female}{The person I've become}: {Ather is a dark person. She can often be seen wearing a tank top and a loose jacket along with a pair of her favorite jeans (which have aquired various holes from her numerous escapades in them). She has a tendency to be sarcastic and cold toward most people she meets.}{On a need know bases}: {Ather enjoys reading, preferably medical books. She knows a lot about the native plants and she knows how to treat most wounds. As the moving van was picking up her things in her old town she noticed a naked, pink fledgling on the ground. With help from the local pet store, she raised the raven. The bird lives in and out of her room, she allows him to fly freely over the town. She's found comfort in the feathered companion. It's name is TidBit}{Oh, the things I can do}: { (cold and tired, i can do better and more when i'm not so crappy feeling)
Ather walked slowly through the woods, savoring the crunch of leaves beneath her boots. She had left home in anger, her parents had forbade her from going to a party. She noted, with a soft scoff, how much more careful her parents were now. The wind whistled through the trees, causing the branches to brush against each other. The resulting sound reminded her of death.
"Caw!"
Looking up to the large branch above her, she saw her glossy black companion.
"Caw yourself, you nut. I've been looking for you" she mumured through a grin.
Grabbing onto the thick base of the branch, she swung herself up so she was facing the bird. She eyed him fondly for a few seconds, admiring how his feathers glistened in the setting sun.
A cold rush of wind blowing through the nearly bare trees caused her to shiver. She reached a finger out to the bird and once he had stepped on she pulled him into her coat and hugged him to her warm body. The bird made a soft grumbling type noise and she could soon hear him grinding his beak as she grudgingly made her way back to the large, white, three-story house where she lived.
}{I am who I am}: {o_x-The-Darkest-Star-X_o}
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