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Post by Nyaarhar on Jan 1, 2008 11:14:23 GMT -5
*Squish'd*
I was surprised that no one had applied as one so far. Ghosties are much fun. ;3
& Double hurrah for acceptance! The only thing left for me to do now is to find a place to post...
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Post by jack on Jan 5, 2008 20:06:20 GMT -5
Personal Name: Jack Age (If wanted): I've blown out candles on thirteen cakes. How you found us: Of course, Ali. x) Experience (How long you've been roleplaying for): Uhm... pass? Other (Tell us about yourself, a bit... yeah): I'm bisexual. hoyes. Uhm... I'm a human. *nodnod*
Character Basis Name: Leland Homocide Gender: Male... Well, he has a penis. Age: Fifteen. Birthday: Seventh of April. Race: English, a bit of french from his father's side. Power (If Rebmevon ONLY): OMG DO HUMANS HAVE POWERS?!?! Government, Rebel, or Oblivious: None of the above. x) Sexual Preference: Bisexual. more leaning to males though.
Physical Description Hair color: Two toned; Fromt he bottom, it's black fading into dark red. Eye color: Originally chocolate, but he wears a pair of black contact lenses. Skin color: just a bit darker than tanned. Shape of face: Like a... Circle. xD Height: 6 ft 3. Weight: Eight. four stone. Form (Slim, curvy, etc.): Toned? Other: His hair is 30 centemeters high. Oh yes, a mohawk. xD
Personality Attitude: He doesn't really care about anything. If he gets shouted at, he will just stand there and reply " And it's my fault you have a ___ on your face?" Or some similar remark. Likes: He likes men, women, hair, gel, nail polish smell, heavy metal music, sex, cars, skateboards, the word 'FUCK' Dislikes: A lot of things. x) Which can only really be found out. Good at: Life? sucking dick, anal sex. Bad at: Pleasing people, basically anything in general. Hobbies: He likes to do Karate, make things, even if they do turn out to be complete failures, and drawing. Habits: He bites his nails, and virtually eats his clothes.
Other Past: He was born, his parents died, he was thrown into a run down orphanage, where the children were sexually abused by the 'nuns' who were really old ladies and men looking for sex with children. He lost his virginity to a man at the age of four, but he classed it as rape, so he never really said his virginity to was lost. He 'lost' his' virginity ' when he was thirteen, to a girl named Haruka, who yes, is a japanese girl whom he crushed on. Nothing special has happened to him since. Other: He is basically a whore.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
"And that class, is how we draw a perfect circle.. Pack up your bags, and get ready to end the class." The art teacher called out, after drawing a perfect circle using a compass on a piece of paper, as if it was the most mentally challenging thing on earth to ever do. Leland grabbed his bags and sighed, muttering the words with pure hatred "Dumb motherfucking bitch." Of course he hated his art teacher, who doesn't? He was just one of a kind though, sending his art teacher out of a few lessons just by arguing. Last week he had one, the teacher walked out at the beginning, never came back for an hour; not like he cared though. She could die, and he would go off and live his life as if she was never even born.
Leland's iPod sat comfortably in his pocket, and his long white wires with small listening devices, also known as earphones, which were playing the song ' Nymphetamine Overdose' by Cradle of Filth, in his ears. Of course, he hadn't really been listening to his art teacher one bit, he was busy thinking of how he would get sex next, while listening to the various artists on his iPod Nano. Looking around, he only just heard the bell for the end of the day over his music, and that was his cue to turn it up louder, and play it all the way home. Little did he know that his foster parents had a small surprise for him. They knew it was his dream to go to a Cradle of Filth concert and get a backstage pass, and he didn't even know theywere playing in his local town either, but his parents did. They had arranged for him to go off and meet them after watching the gig.
Of course, his parents didn't tell him, or anyone he knew, or they'd more than likely want tickets too, but they knew he would tell everyone the following day, even if he didn't have any friends, and was just used for sex. Everyone would simply have to know, it was one of those things about him, if something had happened, he bragged. Simple as. Leland looked at his teacher, giving her a bunch of evils, then walking out of the class room, off to home. The cold and long walk of four miles. Why he couldn't just get the bus, he didn't know, but one thing was certain, he looked older than he was, so he would have still had to pay.
OoC; O.o writer's block just kicked in. -.-
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Jan 5, 2008 20:38:05 GMT -5
Oh dear, I can't accept you yet... you forgot something! *whacks on the nose* -_- I'll tell you my answer when you finish it.
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Jan 5, 2008 22:17:50 GMT -5
Hmph, I love the charater, but I'm not too happy about you bashing me. But I get that you didn't know, so let's just forget about, shall we? Except can't accept you since you didn't follow the rules, so read them again.
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Post by Ledumbass aka Jack on Jan 6, 2008 6:01:12 GMT -5
Aha. I do realise what I did wrong. I went to bed, and sat there thinking " YOU DUMB ASS!"
Anyhoos. -starts singing terribly-
MEMORIES ALL ALONE IN THE MOONLIGHT!
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Jan 6, 2008 10:03:44 GMT -5
There you go! Now then I enjoyed the application. The intro could be a bit longer, but don't mind me, I'm just a hardass. =D Accepted. But ya gotta wait for Tsubasa to accept you... whoo boy, this'll be fun... *Eats popcorn*
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Jan 6, 2008 12:36:02 GMT -5
Hmmm, let's see. Should I accept you? YOu are a good writer, your character is good, and everything is fine.....But I want an apology. Like seriously...not joking...I know right? I'm a weird admin, but I have feelings too. >.>....cause you like bashed me....*cries*
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Post by Blind on Jan 24, 2008 7:10:42 GMT -5
Personal Name: Blind Age (If wanted): -- How you found us: Neopets Experience (How long you've been roleplaying for): Four years Other (Tell us about yourself, a bit... yeah): Ahh, I hate the little tell a bit about yourself...bits. Uh, not much to say really?
Character Basis Name: Damion Stone Gender: Male Age: 25 Birthday: October, 6th Race: Rebmevon Power (If Rebmevon ONLY): Fire elemental Government, Rebel, or Oblivious: Government (A Rebmevon who is on the side of the Rekrats) Sexual Preference: Men
Physical Description Hair color: Dark brown Eye color: Gray Skin color: Pale white Shape of face: Long and thin. Height: Around 6'0 Weight: 150 pounds Form (Slim, curvy, etc.): Tall, slim Other: --
Personality Attitude: Damion is, at his best, very anti-social. It's almost like he can't find a way to connect properly with people. He spends a lot of time by himself, and takes things seriously - maybe a bit too seriously. It's rare to get a smile out of him, though the things he cares about he cares about to the point of slight obsession. It's hard for him to get into a relationship, with anyone, be it a friendship, a relationship or even if it's just a one-night stand. At times he'll admit that sometimes he thinks he's going crazy.
Likes: He enjoys literature, he likes music, (varying from loud and heavy to soft and far too mellow). He enjoys what he's found on Earth in the way of 'drugs', alcohol is okay, but overall, what he likes the most, as much as Damion can like anything, would be watching movies. Though, Damion can't admit that he's not a little fond of his powers, not using them very often, but he finds comfort in the fact that they are there, though sometimes they can get the better of him.
Dislikes: Damion dislikes people, any situation that involves people. He dislikes being nagged, or having opinions forced upon him, or being nagged to follow something he doesn't believe in. He hates that he's being chased by the Rekrats, but he's aware that he can't do much else other than run and fight when the time is right.
Good at: Reading, thinking. He's good at making quick decisions and normally having them work out properly.
Bad at: Resisting temptation, 'connecting' with people, trusting people. He's bad with selfcontrol, and he's bad at staying calm if a situation has gone out of his control.
Hobbies: Damion enjoys reading, watching movies, and just sitting there 'deep in thought'.
Habits: He's got a bad habit of smoking, drinking and doing drugs. He also finds he tends to count things in sets of 'five' when he's nervous, and taps his fingers a lot when he's unsure about something.
Other
Past: Damion lived on Rebmevon with his two younger brothers, his mother and his father. His Mother had the power of controlling ones dreams known as a 'nightmare' and his father was intangible, or a 'ghost'. When they fought, as normal couples do, his mother would inadvertently tamper with his fathers dreams. This result, after several wonderful years of marriage, in a fear of using his power. He was unable to phase properly, and after prolonged disapproval of his own powers his father would phase in and out accidentally. Damion took care of his brothers while his mother took care of his father, but when the Rekarts came he signed himself up to their cause. The deal was that they would find a way to either a) suppress his powers, or b) remove the trauma of using them. Damion agreed, and they blew up the planet shortly after. He's not sure where his family is now, but he was told that they were safe within the Rekrat ships being taken care of. Damion isn't sure if that is true, and so he stays with the other Rebmevon's, working for the Rekrats, but still unsure if the other end of his bargain is being upheld.
Other: Used to have a lovely little boyfriend named Leon. Proceeded to break his heart when he was a lot younger. Probably has something to do with his increased paranoia and distrust of people.
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((On Neopets Yukino said it would be alright if, for the application, I used an introduction I have for another character. This it that introduction. If you have changed your mind and this is unacceptable, then I would be happy to write up an introduction for Damion when school stops stealing my inspiration. As a side note, this introduction has some gore and swearing...as well as some slash. Again, if this is unacceptable, please tell me and I will find something else as soon as possible.))
"If I had a nickel for everytime...fuck that smells bad." The odour hit him in the face hard, wafting up into his nose before he had a chance to stop it. The pale fingers of his free hand reached up to the burning nostrils, pinching them closed almost delicately in some sort of attempt to keep the smell out. The only gesture his partner gave of the stench was a slight twitch of his facial muscles in some half-formed downwards frown. His eyes were, as they always seemed to be, hidden behind thick, black sunglasses, but Reno was sure that he probably wouldn't have been able to see his partner's expression in the awful lighting anyway.
"Please, please! I didn't do anything, I swear! I didn't do nothing! Just lemme go, please! My daughter! I have to take care of my daughter! I have a family, let me go! Have mercy!"
The man in front of them was quaking on his knees. The rank sewer water drenching the lower half of his legs in filth. A sticky brown mess coated the man's backside and had leaked over to his groin, having seeped through his dirty blue jeans enough that it was clearly evident. He, however, seemed oblivious to the mess. Neither the one he had made on himself, or the one that had surrounded him. Gaze focussed solely on the two black suited Turks standing in front of him. Dull, brown gaze traveling back and forth between the redhead and his gun.
"You don't have a daughter, you lying piece of shit."
The redhead leaned forward, bending his lower half only slightly so that he could look his target face to face. An almost feral excitement lilted his expression. His lips were pulled back into a snarl, before his lips parted completely, and he spat in the other man's face.
Their victim cowered, trembling hands reaching forward as the redhead stood back up, out of reach.
"I have information! I'll tell you anything, anything you need to know!"
Reno ignored him and turned to his partner, that strange half-snarl, half-grin on his still crooked lips.
"Oi, Rude, this guy's really getting on my nerves. Do you want to just off him now and get back in time for some shots?"
Blue eyes kept themselves focused on his partner's reaction, watching as the bald man's head moved only slightly to the side, before facing back at Reno again. Rude shrugged, and Reno took that as his cue.
Demonic was a word that only came close to describing the scene. Horrific did it no justice. The normally calm seeming, friendly Turk was feral. Excited, aroused, amused, enthused. Happy to have that gun in his hand, almost as happy as a child would be with a toy. The resemblance between the metaphor and reality was disturbing. His red hair was dirtied, strands falling from the abnormally loose tight black elastic. Mako blue eyes screamed more maliciousness than consolation. The gun in his hand did nothing more to taint the image, having it already tilted so far on it's side that it was dyed in black and crimson shades so dark it wouldn't be washed off. But, was it supposed to?
"Please! I have information! Useful information! I'll even give you a discount! 30 gil, just for the Turks!"
"Babe," Reno's gun was pointed between the man's eyes before he had a moment to blink. Pressed up to the flushed flesh, cold against the terrified warmth. "You're nothing more than a dead man."
A horrified sob welled up in his chest, but it never passed into sound as the gun went off. Blood splattered out of the newly formed wound, spraying backwards onto the demon and his partner.
Their victim fell back, eyes still widened in dead surprise as the corpse prepared to become another stench in the small, already cramped, filthy room.
Reno turned to take his leave and Rude followed, pausing only to try and remove a spot of blood from his white collar before exiting as well. They escaped together into sunlight. Rude first, the demon second, almost as though lingering in his element, in the blood dyed, black stained darkness that accompanied death. But, he remained in his element, having only escaped into the outer part of some other slum's hangout.
They walked side by side, Reno's gun having slipped back into his suit, a pack of cigarettes in his hands instead. His lighter appeared, and then they were both gone, only a lit cigarette remaining.
He noticed his partner staring at him, but shrugged it off anyway. Rude had a habit of doing that sometimes, giving him a look from behind his glasses that he knew was meant to reprimanding. That was meant to say, "Reno, you went over the top this time." But, Reno was good at ignoring it, and so he just smirked at his partner, ignoring the bloodstain on his cheek as they walked to the car.
A young girl approached them, screaming and shouting from the opposite end of the parking lot. She seemed to be in her late teens, pale, gaunt face still holding an image of youth in its vitality. Her long brown hair seemed frazzled, tousled out of its loose bun that flapped frantically behind her head. Her eyes were a familiar shade of brown, only this pair was alive with adrenaline.
"Daddy!" She screamed, barreling past them and back into the door they had just exited. "Daddy! Daddy! Please be okay, Daddy! I love you, Daddy! Be okay!"
Her hollering seemed to cease as she finally fell away, escaping into the room. No doubt discovering the body of the man that they had just killed. Tortured and killed.
Reno tilted his head, giving his partner a sideways smirk, as he puffed out some of the smoke from his cigarette. "The fucker wasn't lying. How about that? Think he might've had something else useful to say?" He ignored the disparaging look from his partner, and slid into the passenger seat of the car. He waited as Rude also settled himself inside of it, and started up the car.
His partner was silent. Quieter than usual, even as he leaned over to put the key in the ignition, and made himself comfortable on the black leather seat. Reno sighed, pinching the cigarette between two fingers, holding it out of his mouth, as he leaned over his partner, lips seeking the other's as he pressed against them.
"Don't be mad at me. Rufus wanted it done."
Rude's only response was a quiet grunt, as he pulled the car away from the 'scene of the crime', ignoring the shrieking of the girl who came running, sobbing, out of the room. Running around blindly in the parking lot, in complete, and utter hysterics.
Reno only laughed, and inhaled more of his cigarette, as Rude hit the main streets. The redhead used his free hand to reach down to the side of the seat, finding the seat adjustment and tilting his seat backwards. He lay almost totally vertical, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back.
"We've got to get going. Rufus wants me back for some bodyguard shit."
Rude ignored Reno this time, concentration solely on the road in front of him, and the steering wheel under his hands. Reno only laughed, placing the cigarette back into his lips, and inhaling deeply, puffing it out in an exaggerated motion in Rude's face.
"Don't wanna keep the boss waiting."
The saying in the rules was: "'Memories all alone in the Moonlight'"
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Jan 24, 2008 10:09:40 GMT -5
Oh Em Gee
It's Reno. =D Alright, I'm going to say accepted, but your past is off by a mile. The Rekarts didn't know about the Rebmevon's existance until after they came to Earth. So, Damion would have to escape via pod or some other mystical way (probably pod, though, that makes more sense. ^^) and THEN he found the Rekarts (or the Rekarts found him).
So as long as you change that part, you are ACCEPTED! By me, though; you still have to be accepted by Tsubasa.
Yay, another gay male who might ACTUALLY be a seme instead of all these damn ukes running around! =D *dances*
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Post by Blind on Jan 24, 2008 10:49:33 GMT -5
: o. You have a point there. Alright, here's the editted past:
Past: Damion lived on Rebmevon with his two younger brothers, his mother and his father. His Mother had the power of controlling ones dreams known as a 'nightmare' and his father was intangible, or a 'ghost'. When they fought, as normal couples do, his mother would inadvertently tamper with his fathers dreams. This result, after several wonderful years of marriage, in a fear of using his power. He was unable to phase properly, and after prolonged disapproval of his own powers his father would phase in and out accidentally. Damion took care of his brothers while his mother took care of his father. They all escaped on pods, and his father spent most of the trip unconscious so that he wouldn't phase through the pod accidentally. On Earth they were caught by the Rekarts. He cut a deal with them. They would take care of his family, and find a 'cure' for his fathers out of control powers. Damion agreed to this, and went on his merry way shortly after. He's not sure where his family is now, but he was told that they were safe within the Rekrat base being taken care of. Damion isn't sure if that is true, and so he stays with the other Rebmevon's, working for the Rekrats, but still unsure if the other end of his bargain is being upheld.
Yay, semes~ seme-y ukes.~ and everything in betweennn
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Jan 24, 2008 18:28:11 GMT -5
It's better, and I'm content. Now we just have to wait for Tsubasa...
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Jan 25, 2008 17:52:21 GMT -5
Neh! Accepted! *glomps teh could-be-seme* We neeeed one!!! >.< I need one for my sethy-kun too! *holds up Seth!plushie* But yeah so good and now yay....=D
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Post by ♫ Mail ♫ on Jan 26, 2008 13:44:21 GMT -5
don't jump to comclusions, tsubasa. xD not every gay boy can be seffy's lover. c:
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Post by koriahzane13 on Jan 26, 2008 19:10:05 GMT -5
Personal Name: Akita Age (If wanted): 16 How you found us: The amazing Ali, of course. Had the site listed on my own. Experience (How long you've been roleplaying for): Four to five years. Other (Tell us about yourself, a bit... yeah): A bit? Ha. Very funny. Hyperactive. Beware. :U
Character Basis Name: Koriah Zane Gender: Male Age: 21 Birthday: November, 28th Race: Human Power (If Rebmevon ONLY): -- Government, Rebel, or Oblivious: Oblivious. Sexual Preference: DAMN STRAIGHT. ;D
Physical Description Hair color: Black with dark crimson tinges on the ends. Eye color: Dark brown. Skin color: Pale. Shape of face: Long. Height: 6'1 Weight: 143 Form (Slim, curvy, etc.): Slim-toned. Other: Hair comes down to his shoulders.
Personality Attitude: Has a quiet demeanor most of the time, and on rare occasions does he appear pissed or loud mouthing. He doesn't really care about his life one way or another. If he dies, he just thinks he'll go somewhere far away from the hell he's been living. Not exactly emo, just someone who has a different opinion about life. We're here now and that's all that matters. Fuck it up and you're screwed. Now it's your fault to deal with. Likes: Darkness, graveyards, sunsets, long, pointless walks half the time leading to nowhere; thunderstorms, cursing. Dislikes: Snow, bright sunny days, fire. Bitchy females. Good at: Soft-talking out of tight situations(most of the time). Bad at: Getting a girl. x) Hobbies: Reading over various tombstones, mausoleums, and grave markers when in a grave yard, especially at night with a small flashlight. Brings out the fear in you, he says. Habits: Can get himself caught staring into a sunset or a sunrise until his eyes start to blur. They seem to symbolize life and death, the rise and fall of life. Strange, yeah? Purposely getting lost in graveyards in the middle of the night, just for the hell of it.
Other Past: Up until he was about 17, he lived with his parents. Unfortunately, they're never home; except when getting into the front door at around four in the morning, laughing and whooping as if there were no tomorrow. Koriah was always seen in his room reading, or in the den trying to pass the dawdling time by watching TV or just laying on the couch doing nothing. This went on for years, and up to the point where he turned 19, Koriah got into a fight with his parents on the only day they were ever home..which happened to be on a Sunday. Arguments ensued, having him ask what the hell his parents were doing at so late of nights on almost every day of the week. Their answer: Hanging out with co-workers at a local bar until they were kicked out, as drunk as ever. He wondered at times how the hell they got home at night. "You know what? Fuck this. I'm outta here."
Two years after that people can see him lingering near graveyards and other burial grounds. He seemed to take in a near remorse for all the forgotten souls of the deathly quiet sojourns he always came in contact with. Ever since his encounter with a pile of bones in an open grave one night on his sixteenth birthday, he has been drawn to this awful habit ever since. He's so brash he takes refuge in broken-in mausoleums and sleeping with the dead. "We have to do it eventually, so why not take the time and get used to it now while you're alive?" The usual excuse when caught by the graveyard police on sleepless nights. It gets him by with a simple warning, only to be seen doing it again some weeks later.
When it's not wandering aimlessly through our inevitable fates, he's usually at a deserted park or on a bridge looking off into nowhere; ignoring the odd stares he receives from his piercing glares he shoots back at the annoying slabs of flesh. Sure, he was human, too, but can't someone at least have the decency to not stare at someone's rather strange odds and ends of their rough-shaped life? It shouldn't be that hard.
Now at the ripe old age of 21, Koriah Zane has actually gotten a reputation for himself around the small town of Oritalm that he currently resided in. 'Silent Vagabond'. Not a shabby title, seeing he was eerily silent when in contact with other people. His past wasn't that horrible, and maybe speaking of it to everyone wouldn't be the best of all ideas; seeing pity was nothing but an excuse for living. His past was nothing, his life was rather pointless to say in the least; but the things keeping him going were the ever-gentle females(albeit very few at the least) he had stumbled into over the years. Never give up on life; it's the only one you've got.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE "So this is another late-night once again, isn't it? Seems like all my nights are, usually."the low, drolling voice of a male rang out dully throughout the peaceful cemetery. With night bugs chirping noisily, and a crow somewhere far off; it gave the whole feeling of the land a haunting feeling. A few naked, gnarled, and twisted trees groaned around him as a chilling wind blew past, ruffling the long chain hanging from his black pants. Wearing a tight-fitting black shirt, it showed his taut muscles in the ghostly moonlit after hours.
Ankle-high boots clopped rhythmically through the damp, skinny gravel-paved roads of the local boneyard. Coffee-brown eyes scanned the area meticulously for any movement whatsoever; he had already been caught more than once, and Oritalm's night watchers were very well-aware of his ever-present dormancy on the grounds of the dead. Like he had nothing else better to do: Koriah was out of college, out of the house, away from any friends or people he barely knew. It was like a dead beat drumroll for the rest of his life and onwards. If he only had some action, would he get to enjoy his existance for once in his entire life.
Another draft of cold air whipped past him, ruffling his shoulder-length black-crimson tinged hair. The unearthly howls of the strong gale finally coming to a sudden halt as if it were never there in the first place. Perished. Oritalm Cemetery sure had a lot of peculiar happenings going on at night, certainly not for the faint of heart. Of course, for one as simple-minded as he, nothing out of the ordinary was a surprise to him nevertheless.
Maybe another place..another world could have been a lot more successful than this trashy dump he calls a home.
Memories all alone in the moonlight
They were memories. Plain memories. Flashbacks of his numb existance. What was the point of it? Memories that came and went in and out of his mind as he continued to live. Cemetaries, boneyards, sunsets, sundowns. It was the main round-about on this state of living. Wasn't there just anymore to it? What else was there? What was missing? He may never know, but for one thing he was in this world for a reason, and there may be no other way around it. Suicide wasn't an option: simply because it'd be a pointless attempt to get away from everything. Zane still had a lot to live for. After all, one had to live life to his fullest..did they not?
OoC: Kinda lost a bit of inspiration for the intro. -kills it- Hope it works, though. <33
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Post by Yukino Haruno on Jan 26, 2008 19:22:13 GMT -5
...Silleh Akita, in the Rebel, Government, or Oblivious part, you can't say none! You have to choose one of them... and I'm guessing that you can choose Oblivious. =3
But anyway, besides that, it was wonderful. And Koriah is a col name... How could I not accept you, meh dear? =D *huggles*
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