Post by FORTUNE EMBERS on Jul 10, 2010 20:24:50 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS FORTUNE EMBERS AND I AM ALMOST SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M A DERELICT AND I WAS BORN ON 13/FEBRUARY/1869? IN RUSSIA. MY NATIONALITY IS RUSSIAN. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE DORA LOVEY. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM UNINTERESTED IN THE GROUPS, A LONER, PEACEFUL, SPIRITUAL, QUIET, ODD, CRUEL. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY CHII.
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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:The sun was setting, painting the sky with it's purples and pinks. The sun cast its lovely golden glow. It was a wonderous site to behold, and the white hair girl stood near the water's edge, staring off into the distance.
It had happened again, and there was nothing she could do to stop it, it seemed. These period of blackouts were becoming too much for the girl. She didn't know what happened during those times, only that she would wake up in a much different place than from where she began, and she normally had a headache from hell. If only she knew how nearly literal that was...
She felt tears come to her red eyes, and she didn't feel the need to wipe them away with her hand. Everything here was so... miserable. She was miserable. It seemed she had traded one hell for another. The island was cruel-- large beasts, lightening fast creatures, storms from the sea... a witch. It left the girl just wondering if she should walk out into the sea, submerge herself in the riptide, and be done with it.
But each time she wanted to, she reminded herself that she needed to be strong. Things were horrible, yes, but they were better. And better was an improvement. It wasn't good, but it was still better. Yes, she had to keep going. She had for fifteen years... she could for a bit longer yet.
A large gust swept up and made the girl gasp as her dress fluttered out and her hair was combed by the wind. It felt clensing, purifying somehow. She felt like for now, she could be at peace. Taking a step out, she waded into the shallowest waters, just letting the water wash over the tops of her feet. Perhaps she just needed to find the good things-- she used to be so good at it.
So what had changed? Was it the fact she was alone here now? Did she miss human company so much? She'd never really had friends, and she'd been on the worst terms possible with her family. What was there to miss so much? Nothing. So then why did she feel so down.
The thoughts continued to run through her head as she walked down the shoreline. It would be getting dark soon, and she knew that she should seek shelter before then, but something inside of her decided she didn't care so much about all of that.
She stopped when she saw a man with his camera. At first, she was worried about imposing on him, and she debated turning to leave...
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