Sujet: A meeting very...strange... Dim 11 Sep 2011 - 11:16
Lancovit was a country very beautiful. This was here what I come after my first meeting with the chief of the Royal’s Palace. I was alone. The landscape was very dark. I came here because, in the past, I did a promise to a friend. This friend was not an ordinary person. I don’t know who she was. I just know she tell me, one month ago what she want to see me for business and if I accept, she can help me to find my past lost. I wasn’t a simple man. My heart was turn of the darkness and I haven’t got for usually what a person tell me what I do or not do. I looked the girl. I felt on magic in felt, but I didn’t know if it was good or bad. After a big reflection, I speak:
“I, Who are you? And what do you do here? Is not a place for a person alone? It’s very dangerous here.”
I looked the person. I didn’t know if she was a girl or a boy but I was sure one thing. This person had loose something or someone. I didn’t speak. Patiently, I wait the answers and I was getting ready to fight or speak…
Iris
Age du personnage : 17
Familier : Un tigre blanc, Blico. Couleur de magie : Cyan Niveau de magie :
Plutôt élevé
Niveau de combat :
Très élevé
Métier : Sangrave, le Mal honey. Résidence : Cette forteresse grise, comme chaque Sangrave qui se respecte. Dans le sac : HUM. C'est personnel, disons.
Affinités : Jenna : meilleure amie
Nihal Shareem : soeur jumelle
Mattis Tay : petit ami
Sujet: Re: A meeting very...strange... Dim 11 Sep 2011 - 20:59
[argh. I am looser in english.]
Jules P. Grimes
Age du personnage : 19 ans
Familier : None Couleur de magie : Pourpre Niveau de magie :
Moyen
Niveau de combat :
Moyen
Métier : Première Sorcelière d'Omois Résidence : Un appart' à Tingapour Dans le sac : Des pétards, du maquillage, du parfum importé de la Terre, il faut dire que ceux d'AUtreMonde sont tellement écoeurants. . . du vernis à ongles, des clopes, un briquet, des bouteilles de diverses substances, des bijoux, des carnets de croquis remplis de dessins colorés, des crayons de couleurs vives, un mp3 autremondiens dernier cri pourpre qui m'a couté mes économies, un casque turquoise, des lunettes d'aviateur, un casque de moto, une moto volante qui commence a se faire vielle, un portefeuille un peu à sec en ces temps dur, des clés qui ne servent à ouvrir que les portes de mon immaginaire, un harmonica, des partitions illisibles, des romans terriens, et un tas d'autre inombrables babioles.
Familier : Mort. C'est un souvenir douloureux, il serait adorable de ne pas en parler. Couleur de magie : Rouge Niveau de magie :
Moyen
Niveau de combat :
Très élevé
Métier : Lieutenant des Camouflés. Dans le sac : L'univers, en petit format.
Affinités :
Sujet: Re: A meeting very...strange... Mer 14 Sep 2011 - 23:02
The same life, the same Gott, the same cells, the same Hell. I laughing. Somebody who said that were... and are... really strange people. I whip my hair, en looked in front of me. I've walking same time, but I don't know the real time... Lost, I stop me. Nobody coming here. Well.... Blasé, I turn my face on Teufel, who, silencer, walked near on. My hand slid on his mane, and I heard, look a noise, for find a way. Fish, wind, threeth... I did a little smile... My sense of direction is really muddled, that night. Tired, I sighed, me putting back walking.
After some time, silenthly, I arrived in a clearing. I supposed it's a clearing, cause I've don't understand what you said about, John xD. Well. When I'm in this... clearing, I noticed I'me not alone. Without Teufel, of course... A boy, or a man, I couldn't say if he is older me. Suspicious, I got closer to him, ready to defense myself. Quiet.
-“ Who are you? And what do you do here? Is not a place for a person alone? It’s very dangerous here.”
...Well...
- Hey. I'm not a kid, right?
Septical, I analysed the face of my couterpart. Yeah, he is older than me. I smiling.
- I'm Will Torance. And you?
Birthday
Age du personnage : 17.
Familier : Not yet. Couleur de magie : The blackest one. Niveau de magie :
Faible
Niveau de combat :
Très élevé
Métier : Sangrave. Résidence : Fortress Grey. Dans le sac : Knives, dresses & make-up.
Affinités : Magister - Love.
Ava - Frienship?
Mère - Motherfucker.
L'line - Enemy.
Sujet: Re: A meeting very...strange... Mer 14 Sep 2011 - 23:42
One Last Walk
{ Well, just don’t post because you’re both useless in this topic. Ah, youth! By the way, I have learned American English so it’s possible that some expressions seem weird for you guys 8D. John, why haven't you describe the place? >m< }
When you saw all these people walking, talking and laughing out loud, you sighed and wore a frown. How can they be happy? How can they pretend to be happy? You tried so hard too many times. Your life was nor fair, nor perfect. But you tried to smile. You really did for your master, your lovely master. But guess what? He did not care about you. Just about him. How many times did you erase the truth from your mind? How many times did you smile to him hoping you would become someone for him one day, something to him? You have never counted. But today, the man for whom you would do anything has destroyed the wall of your lies. Yeah, that man. He broke you for one last time and forced you to face the truth. He extinguished the flame of your pure love. His words made you bleed more than anything and for the really first time, you wanted to stop the torture. You wanted to rewind your life and hearing another thing. You wanted to hear his sweet voice telling the same words you whispered one minute ago. “I love you”. Three words, eight letters: say it and I’m yours.
You are such a foolish and coward boy. You did not cry in front of his mask. In fact, you still did not cry. You just tried to forget another wound and try to escape the reality. Because suffering like you actually do is just too painful. You do not care to suffer physically but psychologically… it is too hard for you. So you made a decision. You run away from the Fortress Grey. You left your past… well, no, you cannot. Nobody can run away from his or her past. What happened before is something very strong. It is written in every mind like an endless story. Well. You left Magister and his Sangraves. You put your pink dress, your black gloves and your high heels shoes. And you did not forget to put your makeup on: dark red lipstick, eyeliner, mascara and foundation. Right. You felt so good. You smile, looking your reflection in the mirror. The most beautiful thing of the world was in front of you.
You went outside and prepared a Transmitus. Magister has gone half-and-hour ago so you were not afraid to be caught. You breathed the air and closed your eyes. Where would you go? You have not family anymore – precision: you have killed them all (a). Without thinking, you made an incantation and disappeared a second after. And there you were, walking in the crowd… of the Lancovit! Oh, damn! Why the fuck did you go to Lancovit? Stupid you. Everybody would see you and remember you after. Great! You walk away and went to a clearer, near the city. But you were not alone. Fuck. A man was talking alone. It was probably a mad man. Yes... like you. Another man, near you, replied to him and you laughed without joy. Then you said, sensually: “The Lancovit ? Very dangerous? Well, thank you to worry about me.” You were so effeminate and… unforgettable. Oh, shit! Your little walk would probably not be a secret for all the Sangraves at the end of the day…
John Freewels
Age du personnage : 25
Niveau de magie :
Moyen
Niveau de combat :
Très élevé
Résidence : Une grande Grotte sous une cascade
Sujet: Re: A meeting very...strange... Sam 17 Sep 2011 - 15:09
I was young men who know if he wants. The times didn’t play for me. But I’m didn’t worry. I didn’t know the different persons who come to me. With a biggest prudence, I looked the man and the girl who were present with me. I’m looking the person and after had posed my question, I wear the answer’s girl. She tell me who wasn’t a kid. I see well. I go to answer when an other man arrived. This man was very tall and have got a purple headband. I looked two news persons. And after a moment of silence, the man speaking to John.
- I'm Will Torance. And you?
I don’t know if I must reevaluate my identity veritable. I don’t know who this person was and if he was my enemy… it was very dangerous. I preferred to give a wrong name.
“I’m Bowel, Scott Bowel. What do you do here ? I don’t wait a other man here. It’s a place not very good…”
Some minutes after he answer to the man. An other person to be arrived. She was a girl. She’s come to me. I don’t know was she is but I couldn’t to be hurt them. A strange force was come to me, prevent me to act.
“Sorry sir, and miss. But I’ve got a question for you two. What do you doing here ? It’s very rarely to found someone here.”
John looked the persons with a big interest. Silently, he wait the answer of the persons.
{It’s very short, but It’s a training. With the time I hope to do more long rp.}
Will Torance
Age du personnage : 25 ans
Familier : Mort. C'est un souvenir douloureux, il serait adorable de ne pas en parler. Couleur de magie : Rouge Niveau de magie :
Moyen
Niveau de combat :
Très élevé
Métier : Lieutenant des Camouflés. Dans le sac : L'univers, en petit format.
Affinités :
Sujet: Re: A meeting very...strange... Jeu 29 Sep 2011 - 23:48
My name's Bond. James Bond.
“The Lancovit ? Very dangerous? Well, thank you to worry about me.”
To remain umwoved, I looked up on the stranger. Female or male? This face being gracious and harmonious, but an unusual detail intrigued me. She, (?) didn't rather flat-chested. Suprised, I looked her/him dress. Boy? Girl? I couldn't say. And that busy me. Don't know who I was dealing was particulery troublesome. Clenching my fists in my pockets, I studied this strange person. Make up, Dress, Pink and graceful, ... anyone would think it was a girl. But her... so, him noun, evenf if it was treacle, it look like malenoun.
Sensually, feminate, this androgyn was not someone innocent. Repressing a shudder, I smiled.
- Accept your identity, in case of death, we ensure your funeral. Well... Mr Bowel; Lancovit is so dangerous, isn't it?
Shut up, Will? What did you mean? That strange creature is attractive, really. But why did you felt this strange fear? I swallowed.
- I mean... you don't look scared, yet?
Trasher, I tried to delect a trace of doubt in her face.
H.S: c'est... minuscule...OO et je viens de passer je sais pas combien de temps dessus. Haha! 8D.... .... ... bref. -.-"
Sujet: A meeting very...strange... 
Dim 11 Sep 2011 - 11:16
By the way, I have learned American English so it’s possible that some expressions seem weird for you guys 8D. John, why haven't you describe the place? >m< }