Post by darkwings on Sept 9, 2006 19:54:02 GMT -5
Name: Kyo Naoki
Gender: male
Race: Human
Age: 23
Corner: no preference
Description: His hair is silver with a few scattered highlights of black flowing down to his vibrant green eyes. His complexion is as a ghost would be. His sleek hair is scruffy giving him the just-out-of-bed look. He wears a near black sleeveless turtleneck to match his black pants and boots. Over top he has a black cloak, pinned together by his throat, allowing his arms free of sleeves. He has some muscles showing in his upper arms. Kyo as a distinct scar on his left upper arm that reaches from his shoulder to his elbow from a sword fight with his late lover. With him, he carries a bow and arrow along with few throwing daggers and a small sword. His bow and arrow is strapped to his back, hidden under his cloak. His daggers and miniature sword are in a pouch around his waist. A silver necklace with a charm of a cross hangs around his neck.
Personality: Kyo is the type of person that could get along with anyone. He doesn’t like to fight, whether it involves weapons or is just words. If he becomes in danger, or someone he is with is, he will protect them or himself until death. He always carries a smile on his face and can find humor in the worst of situations. He deeply believes that there is a soul mate for everyone in the world. He likes to meet new people and try new things. Kyo is afraid of losing those he cares about. He himself is not afraid of death though, but sees it as a new beginning, but if he is near someone, he wants to stay by them so he’ll try using all his might. He has a bad habit of staring, usually at a woman. His greatest weakness is woman. If he sees a female to his liking, he will drop whatever he is doing and immediately run over to her. He has a hard time being serious and has a bad habit of not knowing when he has gone too far either through words or in desperate circumstances.
Skills: He is skilled in the art of dagger throwing. He can hit almost any target in the dagger's range of distance. He is mediocre in using his bow and arrow. He often hits all targets, but doesn't hit them head on, yet every now and then he hits exactly where he was intending to hit. Kyo only uses his sword when he has no other alternative left. He is his weakest around attractive women and when he is traveling with someone whom he has started to have feelings towards.
Sample post:
Screams came from the desperate man, attempting to find his lost partner. Running desperately through the forest, scratches covering his body from branches breaking his skin during his run of fury. He could here her screams, screams of torture. Who had gotten hold of her, his precious friend? She had been his only friend since the demise of his village. The moon illuminating a clearing, shadows were being casted onto the ground; 3 of them. He ran into the clearing, daggers in hand. A man was holding her against him, he was laughing. Kyo could see the heavily flowing tears rolling down her face. She was scared. Would that man really kill her?
Kyo lifted his hand, throwing a dagger at the man’s accomplice, hitting him in the necking, and killing him. The man threw a look of death into Kyo’s green eyes. In fury, he threw down the girl, allowing her to get away, and began approaching the ready-to-battle Kyo. This was one of the times to not be humorous, but serious. Tricking Kyo, he spun around and returned his attention to the girl.
“Just where do you think you are going, girly?”
Kyo threw another dagger, hitting his arm. He returned the male’s look by giving him the don’t-touch-her-if-you-want-to-live look. The man chuckled, causing the nearby flock of birds to scatter. The man drew out his sword, allowing the moon to shine of its sharp blade. Without any hesitation, he stabbed the girl in the chest, giving her no hope of continuing life. That had done it; Kyo drew his small sword and ran up to the man, piercing his heart. He fell and stumbled to death.
Kyo quickly ran over to the woman, tears flowing down his pale face. He pulled the sword from her, causing her to bleed seriously. He tore his cloak off, adding pressure to her wound. He knew there was no hope, yet he wanted to hope that there was. The girl weakly lifted her hand, touching his face. Tears filled her eyes. She looked into his eyes.
“Kyo. It’s okay. You did what you could. Don’t ev—“
Kyo stopped her words by placing his one hand on her lips while the other applied pressure. He gazed at her wound. It was deep, bleeding excessively.
“Don’t you say you’re goodbyes yet. You’re doing fine.”
A small, faint giggle came from her followed by a moan of pain. Followed by soft words, painful words for her.
“You always were a bad liar. I want to remember that I was you’re first love and you’re first everything: date, kiss, love, lover. Remember that I love you and will watch over you forever. Promise me that I’ll stay in your heart, yet you will find your other soul mate. Promise that you will love again.”
Kyo embraced her head, as he laid one last kiss on her dulling, cold lips. Her body was getting paler, losing all its heat. Her rosy cheeks lost their color. She only had a few moments left of life.
“I promise. I promise you, my dear. I love you.”
A smile appeared on her face. A small ‘thank you’ escaped from her lips just as she took her last breath of life. She closed her once blue eyes and fell forever into sleep, never to live again in body, yet she would remain close to him in spirit. Kyo hugged her limb body close to him, rocking her gently for an hour or so. He carefully placed her down on the ground. She looked peaceful. She took his cloak knelt up. He laid a gentle kiss her forehead. Kyo stood up, gazing once more at her.
“I will live up to my promise, my love. Goodbye until we meet again.”
Kyo exited the forest, laying down in a meadow. He gazed up at the stars. He figured that she became one of those stars, the brightest one. Sitting up, looked at his bloodstained hands. That was her blood. A single tear rolled down his face. If only he’d been quicker and kept a closer eye on his love. A laid down, crying himself to sleep, hoping to dream about his late love.
One eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
Gender: male
Race: Human
Age: 23
Corner: no preference
Description: His hair is silver with a few scattered highlights of black flowing down to his vibrant green eyes. His complexion is as a ghost would be. His sleek hair is scruffy giving him the just-out-of-bed look. He wears a near black sleeveless turtleneck to match his black pants and boots. Over top he has a black cloak, pinned together by his throat, allowing his arms free of sleeves. He has some muscles showing in his upper arms. Kyo as a distinct scar on his left upper arm that reaches from his shoulder to his elbow from a sword fight with his late lover. With him, he carries a bow and arrow along with few throwing daggers and a small sword. His bow and arrow is strapped to his back, hidden under his cloak. His daggers and miniature sword are in a pouch around his waist. A silver necklace with a charm of a cross hangs around his neck.
Personality: Kyo is the type of person that could get along with anyone. He doesn’t like to fight, whether it involves weapons or is just words. If he becomes in danger, or someone he is with is, he will protect them or himself until death. He always carries a smile on his face and can find humor in the worst of situations. He deeply believes that there is a soul mate for everyone in the world. He likes to meet new people and try new things. Kyo is afraid of losing those he cares about. He himself is not afraid of death though, but sees it as a new beginning, but if he is near someone, he wants to stay by them so he’ll try using all his might. He has a bad habit of staring, usually at a woman. His greatest weakness is woman. If he sees a female to his liking, he will drop whatever he is doing and immediately run over to her. He has a hard time being serious and has a bad habit of not knowing when he has gone too far either through words or in desperate circumstances.
Skills: He is skilled in the art of dagger throwing. He can hit almost any target in the dagger's range of distance. He is mediocre in using his bow and arrow. He often hits all targets, but doesn't hit them head on, yet every now and then he hits exactly where he was intending to hit. Kyo only uses his sword when he has no other alternative left. He is his weakest around attractive women and when he is traveling with someone whom he has started to have feelings towards.
Sample post:
Screams came from the desperate man, attempting to find his lost partner. Running desperately through the forest, scratches covering his body from branches breaking his skin during his run of fury. He could here her screams, screams of torture. Who had gotten hold of her, his precious friend? She had been his only friend since the demise of his village. The moon illuminating a clearing, shadows were being casted onto the ground; 3 of them. He ran into the clearing, daggers in hand. A man was holding her against him, he was laughing. Kyo could see the heavily flowing tears rolling down her face. She was scared. Would that man really kill her?
Kyo lifted his hand, throwing a dagger at the man’s accomplice, hitting him in the necking, and killing him. The man threw a look of death into Kyo’s green eyes. In fury, he threw down the girl, allowing her to get away, and began approaching the ready-to-battle Kyo. This was one of the times to not be humorous, but serious. Tricking Kyo, he spun around and returned his attention to the girl.
“Just where do you think you are going, girly?”
Kyo threw another dagger, hitting his arm. He returned the male’s look by giving him the don’t-touch-her-if-you-want-to-live look. The man chuckled, causing the nearby flock of birds to scatter. The man drew out his sword, allowing the moon to shine of its sharp blade. Without any hesitation, he stabbed the girl in the chest, giving her no hope of continuing life. That had done it; Kyo drew his small sword and ran up to the man, piercing his heart. He fell and stumbled to death.
Kyo quickly ran over to the woman, tears flowing down his pale face. He pulled the sword from her, causing her to bleed seriously. He tore his cloak off, adding pressure to her wound. He knew there was no hope, yet he wanted to hope that there was. The girl weakly lifted her hand, touching his face. Tears filled her eyes. She looked into his eyes.
“Kyo. It’s okay. You did what you could. Don’t ev—“
Kyo stopped her words by placing his one hand on her lips while the other applied pressure. He gazed at her wound. It was deep, bleeding excessively.
“Don’t you say you’re goodbyes yet. You’re doing fine.”
A small, faint giggle came from her followed by a moan of pain. Followed by soft words, painful words for her.
“You always were a bad liar. I want to remember that I was you’re first love and you’re first everything: date, kiss, love, lover. Remember that I love you and will watch over you forever. Promise me that I’ll stay in your heart, yet you will find your other soul mate. Promise that you will love again.”
Kyo embraced her head, as he laid one last kiss on her dulling, cold lips. Her body was getting paler, losing all its heat. Her rosy cheeks lost their color. She only had a few moments left of life.
“I promise. I promise you, my dear. I love you.”
A smile appeared on her face. A small ‘thank you’ escaped from her lips just as she took her last breath of life. She closed her once blue eyes and fell forever into sleep, never to live again in body, yet she would remain close to him in spirit. Kyo hugged her limb body close to him, rocking her gently for an hour or so. He carefully placed her down on the ground. She looked peaceful. She took his cloak knelt up. He laid a gentle kiss her forehead. Kyo stood up, gazing once more at her.
“I will live up to my promise, my love. Goodbye until we meet again.”
Kyo exited the forest, laying down in a meadow. He gazed up at the stars. He figured that she became one of those stars, the brightest one. Sitting up, looked at his bloodstained hands. That was her blood. A single tear rolled down his face. If only he’d been quicker and kept a closer eye on his love. A laid down, crying himself to sleep, hoping to dream about his late love.
One eye, one horn, flying purple people eater