Post by cheshire on Mar 18, 2008 19:30:01 GMT -5
Name:Cheshire
Age: Immortal. Yeah, let's go with that.
Experience: I've been roleplaying for about..four years now. Mostly on neo, some Gaia, some forums.
How you found us: Advert on neo.
Role play Sample:
"It's okay, you can come out."
Huddled deep in the brush, a small figure shuddered. Dead leaves rustled before falling to the forest floor. It was clothed in a pale blue nightgown, barefoot, blond curls damp with sweat. The little girl pulled herself deeper into the foliage, tears running tracks into her mud-caked face, but it was to no avail. The hunter had the trail and she was not losing it now.
Even in the darkening twilight the girl's aura shone a pale blue to her watcher. That was Kismet's so-called gift; the ability to perceive auras, the physical manifestation of karmic state. A blue like that meant her target was an innocent with few bad deeds on her conscience. Unlike the pursuer, one with an aura the crimson of fallen blood.
Kiz allowed herself a moment of pure guilt as she looked at her own red glow. Once it had been the lavender of the average teen- back when life was simple, before she had been forced to hunt her own kind.
Then she shut down all emotion, pointed features set in an impassive mask as she pulled the cold metal weapon from her pocket and aimed it at that bright azure beacon.
A gunshot, a whimper, and the glow faded from her Sight. The gun she hid once more inside the oversized jacket. Kismet stepped out of the shadows and looked up at the sky, moonlight glinting off the frames of her glasses. Her eyes closed- concentrating? Praying for forgiveness?- and she heaved a sigh.
The agent, the killer, the girl stalked off into the darkness without a backward glance.
Kinda morbid, but it's a crucial moment to one of my gifted chars. ^^
Age: Immortal. Yeah, let's go with that.
Experience: I've been roleplaying for about..four years now. Mostly on neo, some Gaia, some forums.
How you found us: Advert on neo.
Role play Sample:
"It's okay, you can come out."
Huddled deep in the brush, a small figure shuddered. Dead leaves rustled before falling to the forest floor. It was clothed in a pale blue nightgown, barefoot, blond curls damp with sweat. The little girl pulled herself deeper into the foliage, tears running tracks into her mud-caked face, but it was to no avail. The hunter had the trail and she was not losing it now.
Even in the darkening twilight the girl's aura shone a pale blue to her watcher. That was Kismet's so-called gift; the ability to perceive auras, the physical manifestation of karmic state. A blue like that meant her target was an innocent with few bad deeds on her conscience. Unlike the pursuer, one with an aura the crimson of fallen blood.
Kiz allowed herself a moment of pure guilt as she looked at her own red glow. Once it had been the lavender of the average teen- back when life was simple, before she had been forced to hunt her own kind.
Then she shut down all emotion, pointed features set in an impassive mask as she pulled the cold metal weapon from her pocket and aimed it at that bright azure beacon.
A gunshot, a whimper, and the glow faded from her Sight. The gun she hid once more inside the oversized jacket. Kismet stepped out of the shadows and looked up at the sky, moonlight glinting off the frames of her glasses. Her eyes closed- concentrating? Praying for forgiveness?- and she heaved a sigh.
The agent, the killer, the girl stalked off into the darkness without a backward glance.
Kinda morbid, but it's a crucial moment to one of my gifted chars. ^^
