Post by Loui Zhestokii on Jul 17, 2010 23:01:16 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS LOUISE ZHESTOKII BUT YOU’RE GOING TO CALL ME LOUI, AND I AM SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M A DERELICT AND I WAS BORN ON 15/1/1868 IN SIBERIA. MY NATIONALITY IS SIBERIAN. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE Jankei. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM VIOLENT, CREEPY, DANGEROUS, AND A SNITCH. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY Allison.
CODEWORD: -admin edit-
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: ((Alli-chan really likes her starters…))
"All of the powers of the cosmos... itty bitty living space."
So you're walking along in a Middle Eastern bizarre, when you stop by a stall. You examine an antique hookah pipe for a moment, but weren't really considering buying it... until the salesman tells you that there is a story behind it.
"There is a djinn in that vessel," he tells you in a voice of gravel, "a being with the powers unreal. Bond inside there.
"He was born into this life as a human. The illegitimate son of an army general and harem woman. Nothing was expected of him or from him. There was not a thing he could amount to. His life was always going to be behind walls. A childhood as a living doll.
"As he aged, he was doomed to a captive life. Either he could allow himself to be castrated- made into one of the eunuch guards of the womens' harem- or he could surrender his body to be another one of the many pretty boys in the other side of the sultan's palace of pleasure. Either way, he was of no value.
"But before he was even old enough to make this choice, fate intervened."
Here the man might pause and take a drag on his own pipe, lingering for a moment as the smoke filled his lungs. and then slowly breathe out, releasing smoke into the air, and making it swim with the heat.
"Never pick a fight with a sorcerer, my friend. You shall not win." He smirks.
"For that is what happened to our little djinn. Just before he reached his eighteenth year, a mad wizard cursed him. He was given power... and chains. Bound to the hookah pipe here, at the whim and mercy of whoever should own it."
He would look over the dusty but beautiful thing, gaze lingering. "I've used up all my right to it... so nothing for it now but to try and turn some profit, eh?"
"So... can I count on your purchase?"
So you're walking along in a Middle Eastern bizarre, when you stop by a stall. You examine an antique hookah pipe for a moment, but weren't really considering buying it... until the salesman tells you that there is a story behind it.
"There is a djinn in that vessel," he tells you in a voice of gravel, "a being with the powers unreal. Bond inside there.
"He was born into this life as a human. The illegitimate son of an army general and harem woman. Nothing was expected of him or from him. There was not a thing he could amount to. His life was always going to be behind walls. A childhood as a living doll.
"As he aged, he was doomed to a captive life. Either he could allow himself to be castrated- made into one of the eunuch guards of the womens' harem- or he could surrender his body to be another one of the many pretty boys in the other side of the sultan's palace of pleasure. Either way, he was of no value.
"But before he was even old enough to make this choice, fate intervened."
Here the man might pause and take a drag on his own pipe, lingering for a moment as the smoke filled his lungs. and then slowly breathe out, releasing smoke into the air, and making it swim with the heat.
"Never pick a fight with a sorcerer, my friend. You shall not win." He smirks.
"For that is what happened to our little djinn. Just before he reached his eighteenth year, a mad wizard cursed him. He was given power... and chains. Bound to the hookah pipe here, at the whim and mercy of whoever should own it."
He would look over the dusty but beautiful thing, gaze lingering. "I've used up all my right to it... so nothing for it now but to try and turn some profit, eh?"
"So... can I count on your purchase?"