Post by Yuki on Jan 4, 2008 23:03:21 GMT -5
Name: Yukino. Or Ali. Whichever floats your boat.
Age: A million and seven years old. No, no, I'm fourteen.
Deal with my freshman pwnage. *gets shot* DX
Experience: About four years... mayhaps. Mostly on Neopets, but you can find me now at Static Impulse and Lost Sanctuary. ^^
How you found us: Oh gee, I dunno... um, maybe, POE. o.o Yeah, I know BOTH admins. Deal with it you other... people. *bats hands at*
Role play Sample: Ooc: Just a quick warning, I was listening to Bach (Stupid Sight Singing test -_-) while I was writing... so don't mind the musical stuff in here. I was just bored out of my mind. But I likes it. ^^ Cheerio, I suppse. AND it's vampires.
Yay for musical vampires! xD
Bic: Do re mi. Those three notes had always stayed with Delovan ever since he was a child; his youth had been painted and almost revolved around those three little words. Piano lessons since he was a child every day for as long as he could remember. He was quite good as well; he could easily play any song placed in front of him, as long as they had those three little magic words on the paper.
Do.
Re.
Mi.
But now, all Delovan wanted was to never hear those dreadful notes ever again. Those three little words, three innocent /words/ had gotten him into the horror called ‘vampirism.’ He remembered the night so clearly and vividly; every time he thought of that night, it had seemed it was happening to him that second.
And he was remembering now. It was a simple recital, not many people were supposed to be there. But /he/ was there, standing near the back of the room, chuckling and sipping a glass of what looked like red wine. The man had told Delovan that he was a talented young artist, destined to become someone great. Of course Delovan had believed him, he was only /nineteen/, why wouldn’t he? And of course he had said yes when the stranger had asked him for a nice stroll in the park.
Yeah. Nice. If getting a free meal at the price of a young man’s life is “nice,” then it was a lovely stroll indeed.
Delovan now stood over what had looked to be a broken piano, thrown out onto the streets for God-knows what reason. A few of the keys had fallen off the piano, attracting the gaze of the young vampire. His cerulean colored eyes seemed to only look at the piano with a distant gaze, barely even paying attention to the fact that this beautiful instrument was destroyed to the point of non-repair. Dark, brown colored hair had fallen over his eyes, and Delovan pushed them back without a second thought. A long, brown jacket covered most of the vampire’s body from the coldness, and it also protected him from most of the snow.
/Ignore the piano,/ Delovan mused to himself. /You have a meal to find, don’t you?/ With a nod to himself, he began to walk past the piano and towards his location, wherever it may be. He never had a true place to go; it was always just somewhere with… humans. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking, and had accidentally stepped on one of the few piano strings still attached to the actual piano. He winced at the noise that had sounded from it.
Do.
Age: A million and seven years old. No, no, I'm fourteen.
Deal with my freshman pwnage. *gets shot* DX
Experience: About four years... mayhaps. Mostly on Neopets, but you can find me now at Static Impulse and Lost Sanctuary. ^^
How you found us: Oh gee, I dunno... um, maybe, POE. o.o Yeah, I know BOTH admins. Deal with it you other... people. *bats hands at*
Role play Sample: Ooc: Just a quick warning, I was listening to Bach (Stupid Sight Singing test -_-) while I was writing... so don't mind the musical stuff in here. I was just bored out of my mind. But I likes it. ^^ Cheerio, I suppse. AND it's vampires.
Yay for musical vampires! xD
Bic: Do re mi. Those three notes had always stayed with Delovan ever since he was a child; his youth had been painted and almost revolved around those three little words. Piano lessons since he was a child every day for as long as he could remember. He was quite good as well; he could easily play any song placed in front of him, as long as they had those three little magic words on the paper.
Do.
Re.
Mi.
But now, all Delovan wanted was to never hear those dreadful notes ever again. Those three little words, three innocent /words/ had gotten him into the horror called ‘vampirism.’ He remembered the night so clearly and vividly; every time he thought of that night, it had seemed it was happening to him that second.
And he was remembering now. It was a simple recital, not many people were supposed to be there. But /he/ was there, standing near the back of the room, chuckling and sipping a glass of what looked like red wine. The man had told Delovan that he was a talented young artist, destined to become someone great. Of course Delovan had believed him, he was only /nineteen/, why wouldn’t he? And of course he had said yes when the stranger had asked him for a nice stroll in the park.
Yeah. Nice. If getting a free meal at the price of a young man’s life is “nice,” then it was a lovely stroll indeed.
Delovan now stood over what had looked to be a broken piano, thrown out onto the streets for God-knows what reason. A few of the keys had fallen off the piano, attracting the gaze of the young vampire. His cerulean colored eyes seemed to only look at the piano with a distant gaze, barely even paying attention to the fact that this beautiful instrument was destroyed to the point of non-repair. Dark, brown colored hair had fallen over his eyes, and Delovan pushed them back without a second thought. A long, brown jacket covered most of the vampire’s body from the coldness, and it also protected him from most of the snow.
/Ignore the piano,/ Delovan mused to himself. /You have a meal to find, don’t you?/ With a nod to himself, he began to walk past the piano and towards his location, wherever it may be. He never had a true place to go; it was always just somewhere with… humans. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking, and had accidentally stepped on one of the few piano strings still attached to the actual piano. He winced at the noise that had sounded from it.
Do.
