Post by Pandastorm on Jan 2, 2008 18:20:04 GMT -5
Yeah.. So I'm attempting to step back into sanity, as much as I hate it. T.T
YOU:
name: Ayme
age: Thirteen
gender: Female
roleplay experience: Hrm.. Well I feel kind of dumb here.. To be totally honest, I don’t remember. Somewhere around two years, I’m sure.. But I’ve been a little out of it lately and I’m trying desperately to get back to literate roleplays, so please be as strict as possible when you critique me.
Please note that this is a SECONDARY charecter.. this means he is not a main charecter, and will not be played as much as Keara. He will be brought into the roleplay along with Keara's intro, and will be mainly roleplayed within posts about her. Pandora, please correct me if I'm wrong when I say this, but I'm fairly sure you are allowed to roleplay your charecters with him.. Just keep in mind he won't be a main part.
YOUR CHARACTER:
name: Akuma (nicknamed Kae)
age: Between fourteen and fifteen, exact age unknown.
gender: Male
race: Golden Eagle/Wolf/Human
still in school: No
family:
Mother- Unknown, no longer breathing.
Father- Unknown, whereabouts unknown..
Siblings-
Damen- Younger brother, no longer breathing..
history:
There had been something wrong with the boy, straight from birth, that much they already knew.. That’s what they had always said about him.. When they thought he couldn’t hear them, when they spoke in hushed tones behind his back, watching, waiting, for something more to happen.. But Akuma could hear their every word, feel every stare slicing him like daggers, piercing him like swords.. Such words should never have existed in his vocabulary, never have so much as begun- period.
Akuma had heard many cold things spoken about him in his lifetime.. But the ones about his family hurt him greatest.. Like a stake through a vampire’s heart.. a chain to a wild stallion’s soul. “It’s no wonder why his father went and left on them.. His mother must have been devastated when he began to grow up you know..” “But of course, yes, and then as soon as she got a normal son, she died in child birth.. And such a shame it was.” “A shame to be sure, she was always so great, so kind.. forgiving, gentle too.. Certainly nothing like him.. And his brother’s death.. Don’t you think that was his fault, too?”
His claws always unsheathed at that point, his fist echoing against the cold stone like a cannonball to a pirate ship.. Heads often turned, ears often flicked, tails whipped, and claws readied themselves.. But fighting was absurd in this world, and nothing more was ever said or done, the action always ended then and there.
It was he who took the bullet for it all, he who took the pain.. And it often stung, like salt in an open wound.. That was the way of this place, because there was no escaping it, no ending of such a town.. It was what it was, never changing, never ceasing.
Akuma had been born into a broken family, into a place that was scarcely imaginable compared to the happy life of this town.. His father had left at his birth, his mother had never stopped caring, and at age five, when he found out she was expecting once more, he refused to believe she’d betray him… His father was the enemy, that’s how he’d always seen him.. He’d left them when they needed him, and when his mother died shortly after giving birth to his little brother, his father didn’t come to save them..
The teen was left alone, at a mere five years old, forced to abandon all he knew of his formal life, to protect something he couldn’t even begin to understand.. And as usual, he failed. He still felt like he was to blame for all of it.. He was why his father left, he was why his father hadn’t been there to save his mother, he was why his little brother, all he had left of his life, was now gone.. And wasn’t it ironic that his little brother had been five years old?.. Like him?.. Perhaps, he thought, he could be cursed..
The memories of that night still flooded through his mind..
Flames roared around the preteen’s body, sparks surrounded him in a serenade.. Ashes ate into the delicate fur on his ears and melted away at his wings.. Their cruel voices screamed into his mind, laughing at him, mocking him, as he struggled to protect his little brother.. “Never add up to anything, never going to do anything right.. He’ll let his brother down the same way he let his mother down.. He’ll be just like his father..” Everything added up to the same thing.. He was a failure, he was full of never’s, never going to live right, never going to make something of himself, never going to fit in, never.. Never going to-
A beam crashed into his head and it all went blank.. The last thing he could remember hearing was his brother’s screams. Never.. Never.. Never going to succeed in anything, always going to fail.. Even fail to save his little brother.. “I’m sorry.”
When he woke again, he was in an ally-way.. There were no concerned faces watching over him, no friendly smiles or gentle hugs to comfort his pain.. But he didn’t care about any of this now… The one thing he had left, the last meaning of his life, was gone.. He had failed, again.. His brother had disappeared, there was nothing left to assume, but that he was dead..
And then.. Keara had shown up. Akuma still regretted the day he’d run into her.. But he knew he would have never survived without her.. She was like that annoying overly-reactive big sister that you wish would disappear, but know you’d die without..
The pre-teen closed his eyes tightly and forced himself to his feet..
“Ahh!!” Akuma’s right hand flew to his left shoulder.. Blood.. And.. Bandages?.. He let his eyes fall down across his arm, clenching it tightly to stop the searing pain. The bandages begun at the top of his left arm and made there way outwards across half his left wing and down his top left side.. It was only then that it occurred to him that there was also a bandage rapped around his head, draping down to cover his right eye..
“But who the hell?..” his mind raced through the pain, searching desperately to think of someone who would care enough to do this.. His mother was dead, his brother had to be too.. And his father had never cared for them.. So who then-?
Akuma jumped as a female’s voice sounded from directly above him.. A girl jumped down from the rooftop, landing beside him, at first on all fours like a werewolf, and then rising to her full height, hardly shorter than him himself..
For a moment, the boy stared, he had never expected to see anyone else like himself.. Then he frowned, letting his arm drop down by his side. She looked scarcely younger than himself, but by her stance, he could tell she was curious.
“Hiya, you’re awake.. Feeling better?” she began, a bright smile on her face.
Akuma’s eyes opened wide, how could she sound so happy?.. He inched away a bit, cringing from the pain of movement, then nodded.. “I guess I’m okay.. But..” He paused, taking a deep breath before daring to continue, “Where is my brother?.. He isn’t-” The anthro bit his tongue, he couldn’t finish his question.. Damen was all he had had left.. And now that he was gone.. He didn’t have the will to so much as breathe.
Keara frowned, “I- I’m sorry, I tried, but.. You were the only one I could drag out of the remains of the house, he was already-” She blinked and looked down at the ground awkwardly, attempting to catch her emotions back, “I tried, I swear I did..”
But Akuma only bit his tongue, “No, I knew inside that he was.. I just.. I had to ask. Thanks, I guess, though.. Maybe.. Maybe life’s just my curse.” He forced a week smile onto his face, pausing in an attempt to stretch his wings.. It only resulted in another gasp from the racing pain though.
Keara glanced up, her ears flicking as she caught the sound in front of her. “Here..” she began, holding her hand out, “It’s safer on the rooftop…”
Akuma smiled, from that point on, he couldn’t get Keara to stop bugging him, they’d been like siblings ever since, biting each other’s heads off and then apologizing within the next few hours, knowing that without the other they would drop dead.. That was the one day he’d never forget.. The one day he’d realized he couldn’t run any more.. The day Keara had forced his eyes open to reality.
physical description:
Since the day his mother had died.. Akuma had begun to dress in nothing more than black.. It was Keara who had finally managed to talk him into wearing some neon.. And even then, he refused to wear much. His latest apparel was no exception, though surprisingly enough, it was Keara herself who had snagged it for him.
He wore long, black baggy pants, street pants as he had once heard them called, that came from the donation box in the town hall, adorned with several different types of chains and decorated with neon lime-green flames racing up from the bottoms of the legs. They were fairly thin at the top, considering how thin he was, and grew wider as they reached the bottom.. His upper half was covered by a short-sleeved black t-shirt, marked by a neon lime-green skull and crossbones..
Beneath his hoodie lay short spiked white hair and mutated eyes.. His left was it’s original eye coloring, a dark, crimson, the color of blood, as for the right, it was a glazed-over blurry silver, blinded by the fallen beam that had hit his head so many fatal years ago.. The pupils themselves were mere black cat’s eye slits, a side-effect of the DNA changes; and though he could usually see, he did occasionally go blind for short periods of time, lasting up to 24 hours..
Through his hoodie poked large black wolf ears, and a matching tail could be seen behind him, both were as jet-black as the rest of his clothing. Three silver piercings marked his left ear, one of those weird bits of ‘sisterly fashion advice’ things he took from Keara to even out the balance with his silvery right eye.
Around his neck he wore a tight black spiked collar, a crescent moon charm hanging down from it the way a dog’s name tag would, silver to match the spikes.. He wore black and lime-green neon wrist-warmers on his wrists and hands, and was one of the few anthros who actually wore shoes, his being big, bulky, black tennis shoes, also from the donation box.
From his back protruded large, tattered wings, a burnt-golden color, like the moon, as if consumed by the flames of the sun.. Beneath his lips were sharp fangs, a bit bloodstained, like his hidden claws, and his skin was pale like moonbeams.. He’d admit he was at least as strange as Keara, but he didn’t mind being what he was, and no one could change him like that..
mental description:
Growing up as a child, Akuma never questioned his mother.. He knew she worked hard to support the both of them, and he did all he could to help.. Often times he would ask why his father had left.. But his mother would never say why.. He knew now, and couldn’t forgive himself for it.
Despite all this, after his mother left Damen in his hands, Akuma had tried his hardest to stay strong for him. He left all memories behind, and now remembered little of his past.. He didn’t know his father, and was greatful now that he never had.. He hardly knew his mother’s face, much less her name, and he preferred things that way.
With no relatives left to pay for school, he remained in the ally-ways, and with his brother gone, he made it his soul purpose in life to protect what little he had left.. Since the loss of his brother, he made a vow only to fight to protect, and no other reason.
roleplay sample:
I still don’t have one yet.. I’ll try to get one soon though, and until then, please look over Akuma’s information and let me know if you find anything wrong.. I’m sorry for the lack of information, my sincerest apologies.
YOU:
name: Ayme
age: Thirteen
gender: Female
roleplay experience: Hrm.. Well I feel kind of dumb here.. To be totally honest, I don’t remember. Somewhere around two years, I’m sure.. But I’ve been a little out of it lately and I’m trying desperately to get back to literate roleplays, so please be as strict as possible when you critique me.
Please note that this is a SECONDARY charecter.. this means he is not a main charecter, and will not be played as much as Keara. He will be brought into the roleplay along with Keara's intro, and will be mainly roleplayed within posts about her. Pandora, please correct me if I'm wrong when I say this, but I'm fairly sure you are allowed to roleplay your charecters with him.. Just keep in mind he won't be a main part.
YOUR CHARACTER:
name: Akuma (nicknamed Kae)
age: Between fourteen and fifteen, exact age unknown.
gender: Male
race: Golden Eagle/Wolf/Human
still in school: No
family:
Mother- Unknown, no longer breathing.
Father- Unknown, whereabouts unknown..
Siblings-
Damen- Younger brother, no longer breathing..
history:
There had been something wrong with the boy, straight from birth, that much they already knew.. That’s what they had always said about him.. When they thought he couldn’t hear them, when they spoke in hushed tones behind his back, watching, waiting, for something more to happen.. But Akuma could hear their every word, feel every stare slicing him like daggers, piercing him like swords.. Such words should never have existed in his vocabulary, never have so much as begun- period.
Akuma had heard many cold things spoken about him in his lifetime.. But the ones about his family hurt him greatest.. Like a stake through a vampire’s heart.. a chain to a wild stallion’s soul. “It’s no wonder why his father went and left on them.. His mother must have been devastated when he began to grow up you know..” “But of course, yes, and then as soon as she got a normal son, she died in child birth.. And such a shame it was.” “A shame to be sure, she was always so great, so kind.. forgiving, gentle too.. Certainly nothing like him.. And his brother’s death.. Don’t you think that was his fault, too?”
His claws always unsheathed at that point, his fist echoing against the cold stone like a cannonball to a pirate ship.. Heads often turned, ears often flicked, tails whipped, and claws readied themselves.. But fighting was absurd in this world, and nothing more was ever said or done, the action always ended then and there.
It was he who took the bullet for it all, he who took the pain.. And it often stung, like salt in an open wound.. That was the way of this place, because there was no escaping it, no ending of such a town.. It was what it was, never changing, never ceasing.
Akuma had been born into a broken family, into a place that was scarcely imaginable compared to the happy life of this town.. His father had left at his birth, his mother had never stopped caring, and at age five, when he found out she was expecting once more, he refused to believe she’d betray him… His father was the enemy, that’s how he’d always seen him.. He’d left them when they needed him, and when his mother died shortly after giving birth to his little brother, his father didn’t come to save them..
The teen was left alone, at a mere five years old, forced to abandon all he knew of his formal life, to protect something he couldn’t even begin to understand.. And as usual, he failed. He still felt like he was to blame for all of it.. He was why his father left, he was why his father hadn’t been there to save his mother, he was why his little brother, all he had left of his life, was now gone.. And wasn’t it ironic that his little brother had been five years old?.. Like him?.. Perhaps, he thought, he could be cursed..
The memories of that night still flooded through his mind..
Flames roared around the preteen’s body, sparks surrounded him in a serenade.. Ashes ate into the delicate fur on his ears and melted away at his wings.. Their cruel voices screamed into his mind, laughing at him, mocking him, as he struggled to protect his little brother.. “Never add up to anything, never going to do anything right.. He’ll let his brother down the same way he let his mother down.. He’ll be just like his father..” Everything added up to the same thing.. He was a failure, he was full of never’s, never going to live right, never going to make something of himself, never going to fit in, never.. Never going to-
A beam crashed into his head and it all went blank.. The last thing he could remember hearing was his brother’s screams. Never.. Never.. Never going to succeed in anything, always going to fail.. Even fail to save his little brother.. “I’m sorry.”
When he woke again, he was in an ally-way.. There were no concerned faces watching over him, no friendly smiles or gentle hugs to comfort his pain.. But he didn’t care about any of this now… The one thing he had left, the last meaning of his life, was gone.. He had failed, again.. His brother had disappeared, there was nothing left to assume, but that he was dead..
And then.. Keara had shown up. Akuma still regretted the day he’d run into her.. But he knew he would have never survived without her.. She was like that annoying overly-reactive big sister that you wish would disappear, but know you’d die without..
The pre-teen closed his eyes tightly and forced himself to his feet..
“Ahh!!” Akuma’s right hand flew to his left shoulder.. Blood.. And.. Bandages?.. He let his eyes fall down across his arm, clenching it tightly to stop the searing pain. The bandages begun at the top of his left arm and made there way outwards across half his left wing and down his top left side.. It was only then that it occurred to him that there was also a bandage rapped around his head, draping down to cover his right eye..
“But who the hell?..” his mind raced through the pain, searching desperately to think of someone who would care enough to do this.. His mother was dead, his brother had to be too.. And his father had never cared for them.. So who then-?
Akuma jumped as a female’s voice sounded from directly above him.. A girl jumped down from the rooftop, landing beside him, at first on all fours like a werewolf, and then rising to her full height, hardly shorter than him himself..
For a moment, the boy stared, he had never expected to see anyone else like himself.. Then he frowned, letting his arm drop down by his side. She looked scarcely younger than himself, but by her stance, he could tell she was curious.
“Hiya, you’re awake.. Feeling better?” she began, a bright smile on her face.
Akuma’s eyes opened wide, how could she sound so happy?.. He inched away a bit, cringing from the pain of movement, then nodded.. “I guess I’m okay.. But..” He paused, taking a deep breath before daring to continue, “Where is my brother?.. He isn’t-” The anthro bit his tongue, he couldn’t finish his question.. Damen was all he had had left.. And now that he was gone.. He didn’t have the will to so much as breathe.
Keara frowned, “I- I’m sorry, I tried, but.. You were the only one I could drag out of the remains of the house, he was already-” She blinked and looked down at the ground awkwardly, attempting to catch her emotions back, “I tried, I swear I did..”
But Akuma only bit his tongue, “No, I knew inside that he was.. I just.. I had to ask. Thanks, I guess, though.. Maybe.. Maybe life’s just my curse.” He forced a week smile onto his face, pausing in an attempt to stretch his wings.. It only resulted in another gasp from the racing pain though.
Keara glanced up, her ears flicking as she caught the sound in front of her. “Here..” she began, holding her hand out, “It’s safer on the rooftop…”
Akuma smiled, from that point on, he couldn’t get Keara to stop bugging him, they’d been like siblings ever since, biting each other’s heads off and then apologizing within the next few hours, knowing that without the other they would drop dead.. That was the one day he’d never forget.. The one day he’d realized he couldn’t run any more.. The day Keara had forced his eyes open to reality.
physical description:
Since the day his mother had died.. Akuma had begun to dress in nothing more than black.. It was Keara who had finally managed to talk him into wearing some neon.. And even then, he refused to wear much. His latest apparel was no exception, though surprisingly enough, it was Keara herself who had snagged it for him.
He wore long, black baggy pants, street pants as he had once heard them called, that came from the donation box in the town hall, adorned with several different types of chains and decorated with neon lime-green flames racing up from the bottoms of the legs. They were fairly thin at the top, considering how thin he was, and grew wider as they reached the bottom.. His upper half was covered by a short-sleeved black t-shirt, marked by a neon lime-green skull and crossbones..
Beneath his hoodie lay short spiked white hair and mutated eyes.. His left was it’s original eye coloring, a dark, crimson, the color of blood, as for the right, it was a glazed-over blurry silver, blinded by the fallen beam that had hit his head so many fatal years ago.. The pupils themselves were mere black cat’s eye slits, a side-effect of the DNA changes; and though he could usually see, he did occasionally go blind for short periods of time, lasting up to 24 hours..
Through his hoodie poked large black wolf ears, and a matching tail could be seen behind him, both were as jet-black as the rest of his clothing. Three silver piercings marked his left ear, one of those weird bits of ‘sisterly fashion advice’ things he took from Keara to even out the balance with his silvery right eye.
Around his neck he wore a tight black spiked collar, a crescent moon charm hanging down from it the way a dog’s name tag would, silver to match the spikes.. He wore black and lime-green neon wrist-warmers on his wrists and hands, and was one of the few anthros who actually wore shoes, his being big, bulky, black tennis shoes, also from the donation box.
From his back protruded large, tattered wings, a burnt-golden color, like the moon, as if consumed by the flames of the sun.. Beneath his lips were sharp fangs, a bit bloodstained, like his hidden claws, and his skin was pale like moonbeams.. He’d admit he was at least as strange as Keara, but he didn’t mind being what he was, and no one could change him like that..
mental description:
Growing up as a child, Akuma never questioned his mother.. He knew she worked hard to support the both of them, and he did all he could to help.. Often times he would ask why his father had left.. But his mother would never say why.. He knew now, and couldn’t forgive himself for it.
Despite all this, after his mother left Damen in his hands, Akuma had tried his hardest to stay strong for him. He left all memories behind, and now remembered little of his past.. He didn’t know his father, and was greatful now that he never had.. He hardly knew his mother’s face, much less her name, and he preferred things that way.
With no relatives left to pay for school, he remained in the ally-ways, and with his brother gone, he made it his soul purpose in life to protect what little he had left.. Since the loss of his brother, he made a vow only to fight to protect, and no other reason.
roleplay sample:
I still don’t have one yet.. I’ll try to get one soon though, and until then, please look over Akuma’s information and let me know if you find anything wrong.. I’m sorry for the lack of information, my sincerest apologies.