Post by sky on Aug 23, 2007 15:25:28 GMT -8
.__{{T H E Writer
.Name. Sky
.Age. 14
.Activity. Moderate (more than twice a week)
.Experience. 4 years? (around)
.Contact Info. Email, MSN, YIM, AIM, Neo. (PM me for screen names and email address.)
.__{{T H E Character
.Name. Devien Alvo Telidur
.Nickname. Dev
.Age. 17
.Birthday. January 23
Race: Venato. They worship predators and hunters, like foxes and wolves. They have a special vein of magic that allows them to communicate somewhat with predators.
Allegiance: Order of Lumen
Profession/Rank: Lieutenant General for Order of Lumen ((if that's all right?))
.Hair. Brown, almost long enough to cover his ears and shade his eyes
.Eyes. Amber
.Physical Description. Dev is tall, but his figure isn't very commanding. His presence is. He holds himself high, but not in an arrogant manner. Just a confident one. He's definitely not exeptionally muscular. Rather skinny, actually. Many laughed when he was chosen as a Lieutenant General.
He has narrow shoulders, and is very slender. However, he's very agile, with quick reflexes and long fingers. He can move fast when he wants to. Moving normally, he's almost like a cat. All his movements are slow and calculated.
His face is rather straight, with a small pointed nose and almond-shaped amber eyes. His eyes are sharp, and they show his emotions far more often than his face does. He doesn't show emotion through facial expressions, but rather with subtle changes in voice and eyes, sometimes even posture. You'll know how he's feeling, even if his face doesn't change.
.Picture.
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
-Debates
-Annoying those he doesn't like
-People with a sense of humor
-Being sarcastic
-Predatory animals (horses are the only prey animals he really likes)
-Beautiful music (not lively dance music)
.Dislikes.
-King Osirus
-Hypocrites and arrogant people
-People who underestimate him
-Insensitive people
-Stupid prey animals (these include rabbits, squirrels, mice, and deer)
.Goals.
-To prove himself as a Lieutenant General
-To find his Spirit Hunter (part of Venato folklore)
-To learn how to play the lyre
.Fears.
-Being a failure
-Embarassing himself
-Failing to find his Spirit Hunter
.Personality. Devien is very serious. He enjoys working towards improving himself, and his skills, and proving himself to others. So, in this respect, he often seems like he's a tough guy.
However, he greatly enjoys making others happy, doing them favors. Improving their lives. And music is his secret passion, although he isn't good at it at all. He's very compassionate, and people who aren't tend to annoy him.
He's also a great strategist, which is what earned him the title of Lieutenant General in the first place.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father. Pemlo Telidur: Alive, living in a Venato village.
.Mother. Evely Telidur: Dead, died of a cancerous disease when Dev was 4.
.Siblings. Sister, Marae Telidur: Alive, Dev doesn't know where she is. She's actually traveling to join the resistance. 3 years his junior.
.History. Dev was born and raised in a Venato village with his family. They had been a part of the Venato bloodline for several generations, so his magical traits were moderately strong. His sister's were stronger, but he never grew jealous of her. He could easily communicate with any predator and some scavengers, and could even summon some of them to him when he wanted.
Contrary to his sister, his magic was not the primary part of his life. He kept it close, and used it well, but his real passion soon became fighting.
It began when he witnessed an old man fight off a gang of teenagers. The man had, from what Dev could tell, infringed upon the boys' territory. They were looking to beat him up, to 'teach him a lesson'. And, as a 9-year-old Dev watched from a distance, the old man easily got all the teenagers to their knees.
After the incident, Dev approached him. His name was Akilu. Just Akilu, no last name to be found. He had studied several fighting methods under a master in a nearby country, and now wished to settle down near the Venato village, to live out the rest of his life. Besides which, Venato beliefs and powers fascinated him. He wished to know more.
So Devien persuaded Akilu to teach him how to fight, and in exchange he would teach him all there was to know about the Venato culture. There was no doubt in Dev's mind that the magic would be out of Akilu's reach, but he agreed to try to teach him anyway, at Akilu's request.
He studied fighting under Akilu for as long as Akilu lived. The fighting style was unique; it took little strength. All of it was about turning the opponent's strength against him, using a myriad of tricks and moves. Eventually--as was the point of the style--Dev began to create his own moves, and create counterattacks to anything Akilu threw at him. Akilu declared that at age 15, he was closer to being a master than anyone he had seen at that age.
But before he could become a master, Akilu died.
The cause of death remained a mystery. Devien found him lying in bed on his back, hands clasped on his chest, eyes closed, faint smile lingering on his face. There was no blood, no wounds.
Devien lived in the village for 2 more years, where he studied the art of glaive fighting with his father. Although his father wasn't a master, he taught Dev all he knew, and he soon became moderately skilled. He melded his glaive skills with his fighting skills, and became a worthy opponent even though those who didn't like him would call him "Twiggy".
Although his village was never attacked, Devien chose to join the resistance because he felt a personal obligation to all those who had been attacked. Feeling immense sympathy, he wanted to fight. And so he left the village, with the blessing of his father, and the protests of Marae ringing in his ears.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
((An intro for another roleplay, where I played the evil guy. =D I don't usually do that, but my friend begged me...))
She had always preferred the dark.
Even as a child, alone in her bedroom at night, she had never asked for a light. Ever. She welcomed the enveloping shadows, the smothering oblivion. Something to make her feel like she had escaped the world at last.
And so it was no surprise that now, at the age of 24, she still kept to the alleys and side streets. The main roads were too bright, especially at nighttime. The streetlights were enemies.
She leaned against the building, watching the busy town from afar. It might even be a city, but she could never tell the difference. They made anyone a city these days. The building currently shading her was one not in use, a tool shed that had fallen by the wayside many years ago. The forest rose up behind it, shading her from the other side as well.
It was hard to see her in the dark, hard to figure out who she was; recognize her. Although, there were few people in the world still alive who would be able to do that. Her name was Lilith. Lilith Till. Although everyone knew her by Diabla, when introducing herself to normal folk, she used the designation of 'Lili'.
A hawk cried somewhere above, in the sunlit sky. She looked up with expectant eyes, waiting for him to appear.
When he did, it was sudden and silent. The hawk swooped low over the roof of the shed, landing light as a feather on her outstretched arm. She took out a piece of breaded chicken from her pocket, and offered it out to him. He took it, gulping it down hungrily.
She spared him a gentle caress on his downy chest, then proceeded to take the letter tied to his leg. Careful not to jostle him too much, as he was sitting on her arm, she opened the small piece of paper.
Not here. No sign of what you told me. He's not the one.
She closed her eyes momentarily, resting it against the cool brick of the shed. Damnit.... The hawk on her shoulder had finished his chicken. He nudged her cheek with a wing, nearly poking her eye. Either he was encouraging her, or he wanted more chicken.
She was inclined to believe the latter, but nonetheless, it had the effect of the former.
I found another. Don't know much. I need to find more, give me more time! Contact you when I find it.
You know, Diabla, it might help if I actually knew what I was trying to find. --Gator
"Ha, not a chance," she said rather flatly, to no one in particular. He probably wouldn't have believed her if she DID tell him, anyway. The Keys into Heaven? Psh. She was mad, insane. A kook.
But she knew she wasn't.
She tucked the letter into the pocket of her jeans, stepping out into the sunlight. She looked rather normal, from a distance, especially for someone whose alias was Diabla. Hip-hugging jeans, flip-flops, a black zippered sweatshirt over a red shirt. She dressed like a normal suburbian. Even her face was acceptable, round and pale. Beautiful, if you have that sort of taste; not many people did. Her hair was black, and swept up in a messy bun, with long bangs that hung to the side of her face. In all these things, she was unremarkable.
But her eyes. Those piercing violet eyes. Perhaps you've heard the phrase in books or fiction: piercing eyes. This young woman brought it to life. Her eyes were such a striking color, with such cold indifference, she could freeze a person in their tracks.
And, of course, there was the loaded gun hidden in a pocket inside her sweatshirt, and a knife in a sheath tied to her forearm. But the only people who knew about that were her and her hawk.
The hawk, ironically, was named Gabriel. Lili had thought it would be a good joke, that the pet of the person who wanted to break into heaven and destroy god, was named after an angel.
The coolness of the bricks she was leaning on was seeping through her sweatshirt, sending small chills down her spine. She reveled in the feeling, as she stroked Gabriel's chest, thinking. He closed his eyes, weary, and enjoying the attention. He was rather affectionate for a hawk, and he was one of her few great weaknesses.
All of the sudden, he opened his eyes and turned his head quickly, facing towards the forest. Lili mirrored his movement, her sharp gaze turning towards the forest. But she saw nothing.
He grumbled in hawk, soft bird cries that meant nothing to Lili. And although she didn't understand what he was saying, she immediately took off towards the forest. Something, or someone, was there.
.How did you find this site? Laties advertised on neo. ^^
.Name. Sky
.Age. 14
.Activity. Moderate (more than twice a week)
.Experience. 4 years? (around)
.Contact Info. Email, MSN, YIM, AIM, Neo. (PM me for screen names and email address.)
.__{{T H E Character
.Name. Devien Alvo Telidur
.Nickname. Dev
.Age. 17
.Birthday. January 23
Race: Venato. They worship predators and hunters, like foxes and wolves. They have a special vein of magic that allows them to communicate somewhat with predators.
Allegiance: Order of Lumen
Profession/Rank: Lieutenant General for Order of Lumen ((if that's all right?))
.Hair. Brown, almost long enough to cover his ears and shade his eyes
.Eyes. Amber
.Physical Description. Dev is tall, but his figure isn't very commanding. His presence is. He holds himself high, but not in an arrogant manner. Just a confident one. He's definitely not exeptionally muscular. Rather skinny, actually. Many laughed when he was chosen as a Lieutenant General.
He has narrow shoulders, and is very slender. However, he's very agile, with quick reflexes and long fingers. He can move fast when he wants to. Moving normally, he's almost like a cat. All his movements are slow and calculated.
His face is rather straight, with a small pointed nose and almond-shaped amber eyes. His eyes are sharp, and they show his emotions far more often than his face does. He doesn't show emotion through facial expressions, but rather with subtle changes in voice and eyes, sometimes even posture. You'll know how he's feeling, even if his face doesn't change.
.Picture.
.__{{T H E Thoughts
.Likes.
-Debates
-Annoying those he doesn't like
-People with a sense of humor
-Being sarcastic
-Predatory animals (horses are the only prey animals he really likes)
-Beautiful music (not lively dance music)
.Dislikes.
-King Osirus
-Hypocrites and arrogant people
-People who underestimate him
-Insensitive people
-Stupid prey animals (these include rabbits, squirrels, mice, and deer)
.Goals.
-To prove himself as a Lieutenant General
-To find his Spirit Hunter (part of Venato folklore)
-To learn how to play the lyre
.Fears.
-Being a failure
-Embarassing himself
-Failing to find his Spirit Hunter
.Personality. Devien is very serious. He enjoys working towards improving himself, and his skills, and proving himself to others. So, in this respect, he often seems like he's a tough guy.
However, he greatly enjoys making others happy, doing them favors. Improving their lives. And music is his secret passion, although he isn't good at it at all. He's very compassionate, and people who aren't tend to annoy him.
He's also a great strategist, which is what earned him the title of Lieutenant General in the first place.
.__{{T H E Fairytale
.Family.
.Father. Pemlo Telidur: Alive, living in a Venato village.
.Mother. Evely Telidur: Dead, died of a cancerous disease when Dev was 4.
.Siblings. Sister, Marae Telidur: Alive, Dev doesn't know where she is. She's actually traveling to join the resistance. 3 years his junior.
.History. Dev was born and raised in a Venato village with his family. They had been a part of the Venato bloodline for several generations, so his magical traits were moderately strong. His sister's were stronger, but he never grew jealous of her. He could easily communicate with any predator and some scavengers, and could even summon some of them to him when he wanted.
Contrary to his sister, his magic was not the primary part of his life. He kept it close, and used it well, but his real passion soon became fighting.
It began when he witnessed an old man fight off a gang of teenagers. The man had, from what Dev could tell, infringed upon the boys' territory. They were looking to beat him up, to 'teach him a lesson'. And, as a 9-year-old Dev watched from a distance, the old man easily got all the teenagers to their knees.
After the incident, Dev approached him. His name was Akilu. Just Akilu, no last name to be found. He had studied several fighting methods under a master in a nearby country, and now wished to settle down near the Venato village, to live out the rest of his life. Besides which, Venato beliefs and powers fascinated him. He wished to know more.
So Devien persuaded Akilu to teach him how to fight, and in exchange he would teach him all there was to know about the Venato culture. There was no doubt in Dev's mind that the magic would be out of Akilu's reach, but he agreed to try to teach him anyway, at Akilu's request.
He studied fighting under Akilu for as long as Akilu lived. The fighting style was unique; it took little strength. All of it was about turning the opponent's strength against him, using a myriad of tricks and moves. Eventually--as was the point of the style--Dev began to create his own moves, and create counterattacks to anything Akilu threw at him. Akilu declared that at age 15, he was closer to being a master than anyone he had seen at that age.
But before he could become a master, Akilu died.
The cause of death remained a mystery. Devien found him lying in bed on his back, hands clasped on his chest, eyes closed, faint smile lingering on his face. There was no blood, no wounds.
Devien lived in the village for 2 more years, where he studied the art of glaive fighting with his father. Although his father wasn't a master, he taught Dev all he knew, and he soon became moderately skilled. He melded his glaive skills with his fighting skills, and became a worthy opponent even though those who didn't like him would call him "Twiggy".
Although his village was never attacked, Devien chose to join the resistance because he felt a personal obligation to all those who had been attacked. Feeling immense sympathy, he wanted to fight. And so he left the village, with the blessing of his father, and the protests of Marae ringing in his ears.
.__{{T H E End
.Role Play Sample.
((An intro for another roleplay, where I played the evil guy. =D I don't usually do that, but my friend begged me...))
She had always preferred the dark.
Even as a child, alone in her bedroom at night, she had never asked for a light. Ever. She welcomed the enveloping shadows, the smothering oblivion. Something to make her feel like she had escaped the world at last.
And so it was no surprise that now, at the age of 24, she still kept to the alleys and side streets. The main roads were too bright, especially at nighttime. The streetlights were enemies.
She leaned against the building, watching the busy town from afar. It might even be a city, but she could never tell the difference. They made anyone a city these days. The building currently shading her was one not in use, a tool shed that had fallen by the wayside many years ago. The forest rose up behind it, shading her from the other side as well.
It was hard to see her in the dark, hard to figure out who she was; recognize her. Although, there were few people in the world still alive who would be able to do that. Her name was Lilith. Lilith Till. Although everyone knew her by Diabla, when introducing herself to normal folk, she used the designation of 'Lili'.
A hawk cried somewhere above, in the sunlit sky. She looked up with expectant eyes, waiting for him to appear.
When he did, it was sudden and silent. The hawk swooped low over the roof of the shed, landing light as a feather on her outstretched arm. She took out a piece of breaded chicken from her pocket, and offered it out to him. He took it, gulping it down hungrily.
She spared him a gentle caress on his downy chest, then proceeded to take the letter tied to his leg. Careful not to jostle him too much, as he was sitting on her arm, she opened the small piece of paper.
Not here. No sign of what you told me. He's not the one.
She closed her eyes momentarily, resting it against the cool brick of the shed. Damnit.... The hawk on her shoulder had finished his chicken. He nudged her cheek with a wing, nearly poking her eye. Either he was encouraging her, or he wanted more chicken.
She was inclined to believe the latter, but nonetheless, it had the effect of the former.
I found another. Don't know much. I need to find more, give me more time! Contact you when I find it.
You know, Diabla, it might help if I actually knew what I was trying to find. --Gator
"Ha, not a chance," she said rather flatly, to no one in particular. He probably wouldn't have believed her if she DID tell him, anyway. The Keys into Heaven? Psh. She was mad, insane. A kook.
But she knew she wasn't.
She tucked the letter into the pocket of her jeans, stepping out into the sunlight. She looked rather normal, from a distance, especially for someone whose alias was Diabla. Hip-hugging jeans, flip-flops, a black zippered sweatshirt over a red shirt. She dressed like a normal suburbian. Even her face was acceptable, round and pale. Beautiful, if you have that sort of taste; not many people did. Her hair was black, and swept up in a messy bun, with long bangs that hung to the side of her face. In all these things, she was unremarkable.
But her eyes. Those piercing violet eyes. Perhaps you've heard the phrase in books or fiction: piercing eyes. This young woman brought it to life. Her eyes were such a striking color, with such cold indifference, she could freeze a person in their tracks.
And, of course, there was the loaded gun hidden in a pocket inside her sweatshirt, and a knife in a sheath tied to her forearm. But the only people who knew about that were her and her hawk.
The hawk, ironically, was named Gabriel. Lili had thought it would be a good joke, that the pet of the person who wanted to break into heaven and destroy god, was named after an angel.
The coolness of the bricks she was leaning on was seeping through her sweatshirt, sending small chills down her spine. She reveled in the feeling, as she stroked Gabriel's chest, thinking. He closed his eyes, weary, and enjoying the attention. He was rather affectionate for a hawk, and he was one of her few great weaknesses.
All of the sudden, he opened his eyes and turned his head quickly, facing towards the forest. Lili mirrored his movement, her sharp gaze turning towards the forest. But she saw nothing.
He grumbled in hawk, soft bird cries that meant nothing to Lili. And although she didn't understand what he was saying, she immediately took off towards the forest. Something, or someone, was there.
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