Post by weavedingold on May 16, 2006 16:17:20 GMT -5
Name: Kylie Mirage
Gender: Male
Race: Angel
Corner Preferance:Wind
Age: 21
Description: Kylie has dirty blonde, layered hair. The longest layer comes down to the bottom of his ear. He has golden brown eyes, almost like honey. He is very muscular, and strong, yet light on his feet. He has white wings with golden lining. He usually wears something white, which always makes his hair look lighter. He has lightly golden skin. When Kylie smiles, he gets soft wrinkles at the corners of his eye, and one dimple, on his right cheek.
Personality: Kylie hates the color black. Well, he doesn't hate it, he just hates to wear it. Kylie has lived on his own since he was eight. His mother and father were captured by some men from the fire realm, and were killed. Kylie's Aunts and Uncles offered to take him in, but he refused. He lives far away from where he used to, in order to avoid old memories. He is the type that when he is angry, or upset, he likes to be alone, and is very quiet. He is always deep and thought, and often does not realize what is going on around him.
Sample Post:
"Kylie sweetie, I'm sorry to tell you that mommy and daddy are dead."
"Kylie honey, you can live with me and Uncle Jonathan."
"Kylie baby you can stay with us."
"Noooooooooooo!!!!!"
Kylie got up and started running. Running took control of his mind, and his thoughts steered clear of that hurtful area.As he ran everything flew past him in a blurr. His eyes only saw what he wanted to see. His heart was racing so fast, he thought that if he stopped, so would his heart. He raced and raced starining on his hams, and thighs. His feet pounded the ground with loud thuds. He did nothing but run. He didn't think, he didn't speak, he didn't listen, he didn't feel. Kylie ran until he found a circular ring of trees and bushes. He peeked under the tree branches and into the circle. He thought it would be clear in the middle, but instead he found an entire small forest. He walked dead center clearing branches as he went. And then, right in front of him was a beafutiful willow tree. The way it stood, sluched and bent over, was sad, and made the tree seem like an old tired being. But the flowers on the tree tried desperatley to argue against age. They were pink lush flowers and green billowy leaves. It was sad, yet exciting to see at the same time. Kylie felt as if he had been to this tree before. Like it was a place he belonged. He looked up, and through the trees could see patches of a fading blue sky. He glanced around, nothing looked familiar, but it all felt familiar.
Why Do I know this place? I don't remember being here. Yet I feel so attaached to this land, and patch of sky.
Kylie moved forward and thrust the willow's hanging branches upward as he ducked underneath. Beneath the willow tree was a new world Kylie had never seen, or at least it seemed that way. It was lushous, green, and very much alive. He got closer to the tree, and jumped up into it. He climbed up a few branches, and then sat on a wide one, near the center of the tree. He was just taking in the sight around him, as his eye caught something the color gray in the green land. His curiosity drove him out of the tree, and down to look at the gray object.
It was a stone. He knew from the back right away. Not a natural stone, but rather, one that was made to be shaped in that manner by rubbing stones together manually. As he began to walk around it, he knew what it was. A gravestone. The gravestone that had his parents name on it, and a peaceful goodbye message to them. Even though he knew it was coming, when Kylie's eyes saw it, his heart skipped a beat. Even though it had been almost a month since they had been killed, his eyes still widenned in disbelief. His body beacme weak, and he collapsed to his knees. His body started to convulse in cries, and shook in tears. It hurt. It hurt like he was the one who had been killed.
"Why............."he mumbled, and his voice trailed off.
"How could you do this to me!"
He screamed.
And then his body was to weak to move, so he curled up, and his vision went black.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
Gender: Male
Race: Angel
Corner Preferance:Wind
Age: 21
Description: Kylie has dirty blonde, layered hair. The longest layer comes down to the bottom of his ear. He has golden brown eyes, almost like honey. He is very muscular, and strong, yet light on his feet. He has white wings with golden lining. He usually wears something white, which always makes his hair look lighter. He has lightly golden skin. When Kylie smiles, he gets soft wrinkles at the corners of his eye, and one dimple, on his right cheek.
Personality: Kylie hates the color black. Well, he doesn't hate it, he just hates to wear it. Kylie has lived on his own since he was eight. His mother and father were captured by some men from the fire realm, and were killed. Kylie's Aunts and Uncles offered to take him in, but he refused. He lives far away from where he used to, in order to avoid old memories. He is the type that when he is angry, or upset, he likes to be alone, and is very quiet. He is always deep and thought, and often does not realize what is going on around him.
Sample Post:
"Kylie sweetie, I'm sorry to tell you that mommy and daddy are dead."
"Kylie honey, you can live with me and Uncle Jonathan."
"Kylie baby you can stay with us."
"Noooooooooooo!!!!!"
Kylie got up and started running. Running took control of his mind, and his thoughts steered clear of that hurtful area.As he ran everything flew past him in a blurr. His eyes only saw what he wanted to see. His heart was racing so fast, he thought that if he stopped, so would his heart. He raced and raced starining on his hams, and thighs. His feet pounded the ground with loud thuds. He did nothing but run. He didn't think, he didn't speak, he didn't listen, he didn't feel. Kylie ran until he found a circular ring of trees and bushes. He peeked under the tree branches and into the circle. He thought it would be clear in the middle, but instead he found an entire small forest. He walked dead center clearing branches as he went. And then, right in front of him was a beafutiful willow tree. The way it stood, sluched and bent over, was sad, and made the tree seem like an old tired being. But the flowers on the tree tried desperatley to argue against age. They were pink lush flowers and green billowy leaves. It was sad, yet exciting to see at the same time. Kylie felt as if he had been to this tree before. Like it was a place he belonged. He looked up, and through the trees could see patches of a fading blue sky. He glanced around, nothing looked familiar, but it all felt familiar.
Why Do I know this place? I don't remember being here. Yet I feel so attaached to this land, and patch of sky.
Kylie moved forward and thrust the willow's hanging branches upward as he ducked underneath. Beneath the willow tree was a new world Kylie had never seen, or at least it seemed that way. It was lushous, green, and very much alive. He got closer to the tree, and jumped up into it. He climbed up a few branches, and then sat on a wide one, near the center of the tree. He was just taking in the sight around him, as his eye caught something the color gray in the green land. His curiosity drove him out of the tree, and down to look at the gray object.
It was a stone. He knew from the back right away. Not a natural stone, but rather, one that was made to be shaped in that manner by rubbing stones together manually. As he began to walk around it, he knew what it was. A gravestone. The gravestone that had his parents name on it, and a peaceful goodbye message to them. Even though he knew it was coming, when Kylie's eyes saw it, his heart skipped a beat. Even though it had been almost a month since they had been killed, his eyes still widenned in disbelief. His body beacme weak, and he collapsed to his knees. His body started to convulse in cries, and shook in tears. It hurt. It hurt like he was the one who had been killed.
"Why............."he mumbled, and his voice trailed off.
"How could you do this to me!"
He screamed.
And then his body was to weak to move, so he curled up, and his vision went black.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
