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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 6:44 pm
Characters from Shunny Bunny.
Luciden For the slave wise roleplay
and Elazul for the City of Babylon. 
Gaianame: Shunny Bunny.
Name: Luciden Amras Wingforth.
Gender: Male.
Age: Upon the time of my death, I was twenty-one years old.
Sexuality:…I be a ghost and have no preference or care.
Race: Wraith.
Appearance: Luciden is about five feet and five inches tall, his hair color is a ghostly silver like color that looks almost white in some points that barely reaches close to his shoulders and his hair is straight, his eyes are a dark blue color and reflect the fact that he is a ghost his soul is not really there. Pale ghost like skin that is almost as white as the snow that has fallen from the sky and onto the ground, his clothing’s are that on the picture. Be that I am being lazy on describing them at the moment, but most of the time he is always in a black like outfit that suits his mood and a cross bares around his neck all the time.
Personality: Luciden is emotionless, he feels no need to show any sort of happiness nor does he need to show that he is sad. He only takes on the pain and shows disapprove signs that he doesn’t want something. Luciden tends to retaliate against those who decide to try and take him on.
Biography: Death as they say in the past of many countless times is only the beginning, but if it is only the beginning why was Luciden brought back from the land of the dead and into a body of his former self? Apparently his parents were in need of the body so that he may be used to become a slave for people, since he looks human enough they thought nobody would notice if he was also a ghost inside of a solid body. So in order to ensure that nothing would go wrong when they sold him, they placed a cross neck around him, so that his body would be bind to the solid and living world along with his ghost like soul inside of the container of his former human body, which will never age nor will it degrade as the years pass by. Although he has been sold many times, many of the people could not apparently stand his personality and emotionless being of taking on the pain from those around him, so he has never been tamed nor broken at the most. Although all that it would have taken for him to possible show some sort of emotions was a sign of something that he deeply didn’t like nor does he want to see in his lifetime of eternal suffering.
Type of Slave: This slave is personally a hard one to suggest, he can either be very obedient if you do some sort of certain persuasion against him, which you probably have to figure it out, but most of the time he is also hard to manage, not wanting to be trapped and only wanting freedom, he will use his emotionless life form to show fear towards those who try to tame him. City of Babylon’s profile. 
Username: Shunny Bunny.
Name: Elazul Jumilight.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Age: His age is unknown to himself, it can only tell by the one who decided to create him from the light. But, he looks almost twenty-two at the most.
Appearance: Elazul hair color is a violet color and is quite a bit on the messy side. His eyes are a lush golden color that seems more like a demon in some ways. He stands about five feet and seven inches tall; his wings expand out making them about two heads taller then himself. He always has a purple scarf around his neck and his clothing is always white as a symbol of his lord. The skin on his flesh is a pale tan color, and his wings are as white of the clouds above them.
Race: Angel.
Personality: Elazul is a gentle child at the most parts; he tends to not want to fight but must do so anyways for the sake of the Angels. If he dislikes something, his personality will surely show and he will not be the must happiest person to talk it out with. Annoyed and you shall only be ignored, make him angry then beware of him actually wanting to attack you with insults and his blade as a warning of advice.
Biography: In the time of the great angels that roam the place of the clouds in the light. Elazul was born with the light of god and his eyes were a lovely shade of golden like colors, it wasn’t yellow, but gold itself. Since then the angel has been considered as an outsiders do these golden eyes that showed no heed of angelic like purity towards them, but showed great will when it came towards fighting and allying himself as a protector to those who try and harm himself along with his fellow angel allies.
Type of slave:….Enslave him and feel the wrath of his blade.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 7:54 pm
Luciden's Post. :3 Quote:  Death shows no pain…
The cage of which he sat himself in was small and confined, much like the body that he was forced into so long ago, that his memory was simply fading away and slowly turning into that of nothingness. The ghost questions himself as he sat there on the cold floor with his black clothing only keeping with little warmth to his cold veins and frozen blood, his heart having stopped long ago and never to feel to warmth again, he repeats to himself in his mind of why he had been taken away from the world of the death and now brought back only to suffer of being possible enslaved or even tormented to obey those who dare to take them as their own?
Cold blue eyes looked blankly onto the dark metal like wall of the cage he was contained inside of, eyes looking as if they had been broken from so long of imprisonment, but apparently it wasn’t true. It was because he felt no need for emotions nor did he feel the need to show them through the blankness of those dark blue eyes, the dead things that aren’t even alive anymore. The cross around his neck only rattled lightly as he lowered his head slightly, almost like he was about to fall asleep, but was awaken by something. His body may have looked fine because of the fabric that made sure not to show any of the scars on his back from the abuse given to him all those years ago. His mind would replay those days of the brutal beatings marking into the pale skin of his body, by those whom previously owned him, wanting to see of what kind of pain the Wraith’s body could handle, or at least to see some sort of expression from the ghost like man who sat before the cage alone. So far nothing has yet to happen at the broken dead like body that are like chains to keep him imprisoned forever.
Sounds of others whom might be in the cage or outside of them, he could not tell since he wasn’t able to make out the sounds of where it might be coming from, all he knew was that it was around this place of which was apparently another cage to keep those inside and never out. “Too loud..” He softly grumbled to himself with no expression to back it up nor any sort of emotions, it was just a plain saying that whatever was outside of the cage he was in, is apparently being too loud for his own taste. The wraith didn't really care if any of those so call pets were to hear him it was after all a free world as they said, but maybe not all the way for those whom were to be slaves or pets.
 ….But, it does show us life. First post for City for Babylon. Quote: We dream and dream for a better world…..
White feathers seemed to grace the skies of those who could see them through the clouds of which the wind was being disrupted by the large wings fluttering through the air and beating down to keep the violet hair man up into the air. The angel was on his way forth towards the place of some village at sort or some sort of refugee place that was apparently supported by a rumor that it was harboring all kinds of race from the war, caused by the ones of the light in the clouds and those of the darkness in the ground. Golden orbs continued to peer down below him and through the clouds of which were covering his white covered body from the sight of those below him, he had to be careful no matter if this place was supposedly a refugee or whichever, the danger was always lurking around the area and ready to strike anytime as of because the war that had been set out to all.
“Why do I choose to take my chances here…I am in need of in heaven..but yet, I am drawn forth at this place..in need of some sort of rest..”His mind was saying to him, he remembered some of the words from when he had been in the upper clouds, how he had been injured in his arms and back from the war, causing him to be disabled from battle. Although, the angel did prefer to take hold of battling, he could not also subject himself that he didn’t want to also battle in this war. A sign of irritation came forth onto his face at the remembrance of the blood that had been stained onto his hands from the battle, whether it was from those of which he had been battling or even the ones from his own comrades. Forever would that image burn into his mind and forever taint what he would believe in also. Moving his pale like right hand over towards onto his left shoulder, the face of the angel’s looked troubled at the moment, maybe because he was hiding the bandages wound from all underneath his white clothing’s.
Tilting his body to the right side while still in the air, he let himself start downwards towards the ground so that he would land towards the ground of which the angel would have to walk on sooner or later. Soon afterwards his body landed to the ground, his legs softly landing onto the hard ground before him as the white wings of clouds disburse into the sky and his back was bare, like there had never been any wings there before. Moving forward, the angel started to walk towards the village. His face hid itself into the scarf around his neck, as he merely continued to walk. He was well aware of the dangers that still might lurk around the place, even if they say it was supposedly safe at the most parts. Although he looked weaponless and defenseless, the weapons of which he kept were sealed away with magic so that he wouldn’t cause any sort of damage around the area. The angel’s whom had been named Elazul by the words of the Lord himself after he was created by the light that formed his being and made his appearance be given, was now on the land to escape the war and regain his strength. Elazul considered himself quite lucky to have actually been able to survive the war of the angels and demons this long, even if those of his kind said he was a demon in white, he was still one of them a creature with feelings and a soul, it was the same thought for those of the demon clan.
The angel continued still on his way towards the village, his steps hitting the ground with a light thud and soon enough he was able to reach the place that he was destined for, the entrance itself. Looking around his mind was decided of where he would like to go first, he never really had much to think about since the angel had never been any place else aside from the clouds above. Looking around a bit, he could see a variety of people and some of the buildings which held the words of what they were, seeing a sign that said “Tavern” Elazul lingered on the thought for a minute before he started heading towards it.
….But, all we get are nightmares that never fade.
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