Post by seaheart on Aug 2, 2009 17:12:49 GMT -5
Name: Seaheart
Age: 16
Experience: Started on Neo, moved to forums, mostly semi-lit to literate dark fantasy, have experience in moderating and admin responsibilities.
How you found us: Nina/ Dots ;D
Role play Sample:Tobi walked through the woods, a wisp of a smile on his face, at almost total equity with the simplicity of natural silence. The trees whistled with winds flowing through the seams of their leaves, twigs crackled with animals scouting through them, the cry of prey ringing out in surprise and terror, and the hunters squealing with satisfaction and exhiliration. This was, and would continually would be, the nautral silence of Earth. Not to say he was a tree hugger or eco-martyr, but hell, an mentally insane person-'Myself?', he quickly wondered- would find some small haven of peace in this area.
There were other reasons he was happy. Despite the events of the past week, he was hardly stressed at all. The cuts on his face were almost completely scars now, his ribcage barely troubled him with pain, and he had met some quite interesting new students. He had met the seemingly benvolent, but still arrogant, angel Shinji; then there was that vampire, Steven, who greatly interested and almost angered Tobi. The goddamn kid was going to leave him to die at the hands of the ghost of his girlfriend. He was easily angered, and shared some similar traits to Shinji, but at least he wasn't naive or ignorant, and had his own independent philosophies. Then there was Alex, who for some reason, Tobi unconditionally liked. The boy was affable, but didn't take shit from you either. He had his annoying kinks, but the fact he worked at the Red Moon, and had a small chance of giving Tobi discount liquor made him achieve status that rivaled Jesus in Tobi's disconfigured mind.
Then there was that Thursday Monroe character. My, she had certainly been a strange one. She was so eccentric and invigored that it had been hard to tell if it was due to her personality, or if she had been simply drunk. Her personality had been an accentuating mix of tomboyish and simultaneous feminine charm. At the least, her body was also worth checking out. Yes. All these new characters in his life certainly would provide an interesting foundry for his new time here at Firehall. He shook his head with a small smile, almost trapped in the web of his own thoughts.
And then, the fallen angel happened upon one of the most raw scenes of nature. "A wolf eating a deer." For some reason, that sentence almost carried religous volume to his ears. It was so sterotypical and common to analogize the food chain with that sentence, but when you saw it up close? This shit was better than hallucinatory drugs. Tobi leaned back against the tree adjacent to him, observing the feast, quite unafraid of the wolf attacking him. Animals didn't attack unless they were hungry, provoked, or rabid. It certainly as hell wasn't hungry at this point, he hadn't exactly been putting sticks in the beast's nose, and it didn't show any of the cmmon signs of rabidity. To Tobi, this was as leisurable, but perhaps more intense, as watching a Friday night horror flick. Or Donnie Darko.
He said: Perhaps he said "fluffy white unicorns."
Age: 16
Experience: Started on Neo, moved to forums, mostly semi-lit to literate dark fantasy, have experience in moderating and admin responsibilities.
How you found us: Nina/ Dots ;D
Role play Sample:Tobi walked through the woods, a wisp of a smile on his face, at almost total equity with the simplicity of natural silence. The trees whistled with winds flowing through the seams of their leaves, twigs crackled with animals scouting through them, the cry of prey ringing out in surprise and terror, and the hunters squealing with satisfaction and exhiliration. This was, and would continually would be, the nautral silence of Earth. Not to say he was a tree hugger or eco-martyr, but hell, an mentally insane person-'Myself?', he quickly wondered- would find some small haven of peace in this area.
There were other reasons he was happy. Despite the events of the past week, he was hardly stressed at all. The cuts on his face were almost completely scars now, his ribcage barely troubled him with pain, and he had met some quite interesting new students. He had met the seemingly benvolent, but still arrogant, angel Shinji; then there was that vampire, Steven, who greatly interested and almost angered Tobi. The goddamn kid was going to leave him to die at the hands of the ghost of his girlfriend. He was easily angered, and shared some similar traits to Shinji, but at least he wasn't naive or ignorant, and had his own independent philosophies. Then there was Alex, who for some reason, Tobi unconditionally liked. The boy was affable, but didn't take shit from you either. He had his annoying kinks, but the fact he worked at the Red Moon, and had a small chance of giving Tobi discount liquor made him achieve status that rivaled Jesus in Tobi's disconfigured mind.
Then there was that Thursday Monroe character. My, she had certainly been a strange one. She was so eccentric and invigored that it had been hard to tell if it was due to her personality, or if she had been simply drunk. Her personality had been an accentuating mix of tomboyish and simultaneous feminine charm. At the least, her body was also worth checking out. Yes. All these new characters in his life certainly would provide an interesting foundry for his new time here at Firehall. He shook his head with a small smile, almost trapped in the web of his own thoughts.
And then, the fallen angel happened upon one of the most raw scenes of nature. "A wolf eating a deer." For some reason, that sentence almost carried religous volume to his ears. It was so sterotypical and common to analogize the food chain with that sentence, but when you saw it up close? This shit was better than hallucinatory drugs. Tobi leaned back against the tree adjacent to him, observing the feast, quite unafraid of the wolf attacking him. Animals didn't attack unless they were hungry, provoked, or rabid. It certainly as hell wasn't hungry at this point, he hadn't exactly been putting sticks in the beast's nose, and it didn't show any of the cmmon signs of rabidity. To Tobi, this was as leisurable, but perhaps more intense, as watching a Friday night horror flick. Or Donnie Darko.
He said: Perhaps he said "fluffy white unicorns."
