Post by Alastair "Alexander" Richter on Nov 7, 2012 10:54:20 GMT -5
grey skies & light fading ,,
"When I thought that I fought this war alone
You were there by my side on the frontline."
THE OOC SECTION
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"When I thought that I fought this war alone
You were there by my side on the frontline."
THE OOC SECTION
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CHARACTER NAMEAlastair Crevan Richter; ‘Alexander Crevan Kaiser’
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONStanding at six foot one, Alastair only holds intimidation by height. He is quite slender in built, perhaps only in his hundred in pounds, and one can hardly see the lean muscles he has. With a face that is thin, with little sharp features, Alastair appears to be twenty five in physical years. His complexion is a tad on the pale side, having hardly seen excessive sunlight being locked inside Palamecia walls, but nevertheless the man is still as healthy as they come. Blonde hair cascades down to his lower back. With eyes the color of ice blue, Alastair seems to hold vast knowledge past his years.
Unlike the armor wearing Black Knights that once roamed Palamecian walls, Alastair is accustom to robes fitting a mage. Like many of the enemy wizards within the castle’s walls, he wears a deep royal purple fabric. Unlike the wizards, who almost wear their attire like a grim reaper, Alastair wears a royal purple, velvet, cloak that flutters to his ankles. Said cloak wraps snuggly over his shoulder blades, held tight in place by a brooch mirroring the Palamecian seal (which many have not seen in eons, if ever). Underneath the royal clothe is a gray in color tunic which meets with, a few shades darker in color, trousers. His shoes are made of leather. Only his right hand is bejeweled, with one, lonely, ring made of mythril.
CHARACTER PERSONALITYAlastair has one nasty habit: never shutting up. Oh, wait, I told a lie: he also enjoys stretching the truth, but even exaggerating doesn’t being to cover it. In all honesty, one can never tell if Alastair is speaking the truth or not when it comes to his elaborate tales. He enjoys tormenting others like a child (“I’m not touching you!”), for everything is a game to him, and is often prone to becoming bored easily and will seek out entertainment if he must. Many find it hard to believe this man once got a chance to live in the empire with his foolery. In truth he would have been long executed, if it wasn’t for his intelligence and skill in his talent in acting (thus explaining his attempts at accents).
Though it seems to conflict against his ways, Alastair is very loyal to those he deems worthy. Despite having a sarcastic mouth, a dark and dry sense of human, the man knows when not to speak out of line. Of course, however, he is known to occasionally betray a leader that has lost his respect. This makes Alastair quite independent with his thoughts, but he denies he needs craves
If Alastair keeps his distance, begins reading nonstop, and plunges into complete silence, begin to fear the worst. By this point the man has had enough of someone (namely someone who’s irritated him) and will begin his plots. These plots can vary from a childish prank to a full blown attack for revenge. There is an exception with Alastair’s silent spells: he is either terribly wounded physically or emotionally and he prefers to suffer without a word.
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CHARACTER HISTORY
(This history will help fill in Silvine’s, or so I hope. I also got permission from an admin to mention said events!)[/blockquote]
Born on September tenth, forty some years ago, in Palamecia (back when it was listed as a kingdom to their known world). Growing up on haven land, cursed by demonic forces which corrupt their leaders, Alastair was prone to recognizing the signs of war when it was meant to come. He grew up rather quickly, being forced into the castle to help create war strategies. It was there he met another that piqued his interest; one whom desired war without ending, and Alastair grew fascinated (for everything, including war, is a game to him). The game was in play from day one when both made contact with each other.
The seed of corruption finally grew as the two made their own deal with the devil, once they realized (in their twenties) they wouldn’t stay young forever, thus making them useless to the kingdom (and eventually slaughtered). Each body got what the desired, eternal physical youth with minds that would never dull or suffer with growing old. Of course this did not come without a price: to keep the world in the constant turmoil of war. Without hesitation the deal was struck. With luck the current king was beginning to speak of plans for war. His army was limited, however, and thus put strain upon the nation to even begin such plans. At one point the leader was close to withdrawing from any previously set plans.
This wouldn’t do if their leader began to question his decision and it was then the decision was made: he had to go. With an heir, a son of age to take the throne, in their grasps – the two had a sharper mind to place in charge of war; the blonde already displayed an interest in a never ending lust for power. An assassin would be hired, despite all traces of evidence erased within history pages, and the king would fall. Despite one success, there was a grave mistake: the current queen had not been eliminated. She sat on the throne and held the power to rule the nation; her intentions were far from war driven.
There was a blessing in disguise when her son took the throne; he’d banish the woman without a second thought. Alastair and him were (well, more Alastair) quite taken in by the sudden banishment. Little did they know the new ruler made his own pack with Satan; they had little concerns when their plan was going into action. Within the course of years the son built a stronger nation, thus now created it an empire that was as blood thirsty as him. The normal guards were replaced (perhaps slain) with forces of demonic nature; monsters slithered within the walls.
War hit the land like a plague and the plan seemed far too real. Everything went according to plan until the emperor was reported to be slain. Only to come back from Hell with an unspeakable power, and both figures knew it was their time to flee. Their deal was broken with the new reign and both knew, long ago, their true natures were out in the open. As warriors entered through the Jade Passage to fight the villain, Alastair fled to spare their own lives.
From that point onward, all he remembers is darkness before waking up in a kingdom. This kingdom was Alexandria. Having a gut feeling he’d be hunted down for his actions in the past, the man began calling himself Alexander (named after the kingdom) and reverted to speaking in a form that entertained many in the past. He went as far as even lying, stating he was born within Alexandria walls.
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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,
THE IC SECTION
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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,
THE IC SECTION
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"Hello there. You've just arrived in the Distorted World. Why don't you tell me your name, and the first thought going through your head right now?"[/color][/size]With ease he glides over toward the woman; he skims over her before he gives a wide grin. ”Distorted World? What a fittin’ name ya got for this.” He leans in closer and wraps an arm around the woman’s shoulders; his smile never faulting. ”Alexander Crevan Kaiser and a pretty lil thin’ like ya shouldn’t worry ‘bout my thoughts.”
"That's certainly interesting... forgive me if I don't know what to say to that. So tell me, where are you from?"Feeling the woman shift and ease out from his grip, he pouts. Running a hand through his blonde locks before he replies (with a grin plastered back on his face).”I gotta tell ya where I live at now, eh?” He moves in close, kneels down to the woman’s eye level. ”Born ‘n’ raised here in Alexandria.”
(Cedric from W.I.T.C.H.)
"Can't say I've ever heard of it. Well, tell me about yourself. What do you do? What are some of your likes and dislikes?"”Never heard of it?” He tilts his head, confused. ”But we are standin’ in the town right now.” His ice blues hold a mischievous glint, his lips curl to a playful smirk, and he leans close to the woman. Resting a hand upon her shoulder, he chuckles as their noses almost touch. ”Why the sudden interest into me, eh? Do ya have a crush now??”
The woman retreats and Alastair chuckles, amused like a child. ”Well, I gotta say I like felines, birdies, readin’, the color blue, shiny things and games. Games are fun, ya know? Truth and dare, lie and truth, all that jazz.” His face suddenly scrunches. ”I don’t like sweets, people who bite their nails, cold water, and idiots!”
"Ah, that's amazing! And not only do we have some things in common, you're quite the looker, too, aren't you?"He beams. ”Why yes, yes I am! I’ve tried tellin’ someone I was for years. He never listened to me, only ever rolled his eyes and waved it off. I mean, can ya imagine them not believing me?! It’s appallin’!!”
"There's no need to be shy. They always say, if you've got it, flaunt it, right? Anyway, enough about that. Who are you allied with?"He stands to full height and does a spin; once facing her again, his genuine smile becomes a smirk. ”I already flaunt it. But I gotta be careful, ya know? People will do anythin’ to put their hands”—he pouts when he is suddenly cut off—”Well, ain’tcha a rude one, kitten.” He crosses his arms and refuses to answer.
(Agent of Chaos?)
"I'm sure you have your reasons... Oh, on another note, how tall are you?"”I’m sure I do,” he speaks languidly, giving a dismissing wave at the question. ”Six one, lil one.” He suddenly perks and lazily gazes at the woman. ”Speakin’ of height, ya rather short yourself. Ya sure you’re not a dwarf or somethin’? But, maybe you’re a lil too short for even them. Ah! A fairy, maybe, but those lil buggers love to torment—”
(6’1”)
"Drat! Just four inches too tall. Although... hmm, would you mind if I asked you on a date? Don't worry, I'll buy."He seems to ignore her first statement. Then her other words hit the air and a mischievous glint reflects in the crystalline irises before he smirks. In an instant he bounces at her side; his arms ensnare the female into a tight hug. ”I knew it, I knew it! Ya did like me! Oooh! We’re gonna make him so jealous!” He snickers as his hand trails and captures her wrist. ”Come, come! Let us make mischief togetha!”
"Finding a venue might be a bit difficult, anyway, since I have no idea where we are... tell me where this is, again?"As she pulls her wrist free, she gives a feeble excuse and he gives an expression of being wounded. ”Excuses, excuses. You’re no fun. No fun at all.”
(Alexandria)
"Ah, how could I forget? I'd love to vacation here someday, when it's not so foggy... It's scenic, you know?"He seems to have ignore her, but endlessly prattles about a cat he saw roaming the kingdom to her.
"Well, thank you for the lovely conversation! I'm afraid I'll have to be leaving you, though, since I'm going to explode in about three seconds anyway. Buh-bye now!"He pauses during his prattling and casts a glance down. ”See, now that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout! Liven up a bit and make jokes!” He does a spin on his toes, claps sarcastically, and takes a bow. ”Now go explode now my kitten! Bye-bye!” As he turns on his heels and walks away, he gives a ghost of a smirk. What an annoying little pest.
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uptown it's dead now but ,,
THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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uptown it's dead now but ,,
THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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ROLEPLAYER NAMEEmpress or Zidane.
ROLEPLAYER AGEA woman doesn’t reveal her age.
EXPERIENCEQuite a few years.
PASSWORDCuraja.
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out here no one seems to care at all ,,
THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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out here no one seems to care at all ,,
THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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RP SAMPLE[/justify](Oh lord, this post is soooo old. Wish I had a better, more recent one now!)
Lindblum was busy as ever in the business district with the never ending wave of figures. Darting around the various forms, while swiping loose gil, a small blonde continue his way through the crowd. Snickering at his success, the thief would shove his rewards into his own pockets. Sure, Zidane was meant to be retrieving something rather important but, hey!, he was allowed to have some fun on the way. Right? Right.
Rounding a corner gave the thief a plain view of his destination: the item shop. Zidane’s smirk grew wide with each stride he took, knowing full well he’d be the first in Tantalus to reach it. Yes all the members took a bet on who could reach the shop first, in order to retrieve some potions to help treat Cinna’s latest injuries. Yet, for once, Baku wasn’t the one to inflict those said wounds on Cinna. In fact the short man, with the love for his hammer, got quite a headshot during their last performance. Apparently he had been caught in the act of stealing, and by which the victim struck him. Struck him with what? Oh, yeah, Cinna had mentioned a rather long, golden, staff. Ouch.
Too bad Blank, Marcus, and the rest of Tantalus began laughing their heads off at Cinna. C’mon! Who would expect someone to get ‘flicked’ with a staff of all things? Sure, Cinna was quite infuriated for awhile at the group but – hey! – they sat down long enough to begin treatments on him. Though Baku wasn’t pleased in the end, at least he was about one last treatment before getting back to his feet. Maybe. For all Zidane knew that flick to the forehead may have caused brain damage. Like Cinna needed less of that…
Shoving the door open the thief entered the shop with grace. The woman whom tended the shop turned to greet him, only to fall into an unimpressed expression. Her light curls hung lose against her sharp cheeks before she spoke. “For the thousandth time, Zidane, I am not going out with you.”
A laugh escaped his lips. ”Aw, too bad, but not why I’m here though.” With an arch of her brow, Zidane spoke up. ”Gotta pick up more potions; that hardhead Cinna ran into someone’s staff the other night.” Once more the shopkeeper looked bewildered, but needless to say she shrugged it off before turning to get the number he wanted. After paying with the stolen currency Zidane turned on his heels and darted off.
Rounding the corner once more, this time in the opposite direction, Zidane nearly wanted to crack someone. Reasoning? There next to the dreaded pickle stand, sitting down and enjoying Gysahl pickles, was Marcus and Blank; Baku standing next to them. The fur on Zidane’s tail bristled at the sight as the gypsy felt a wave of anger through his body. Had theytricked him into doing all the work?! Judging by their expressions while he continued to run by; yes.
Irritated at the sight almost caused Zidane to forget about even completing the mission. Raising his hand above his head, the gypsy almost threw down the bottles containing the green liquid, but stopped in his actions. Lowering his hands he focused on the bottles and knew he couldn’t leave Cinna to suffer longer than what he had too. Falling silent the monkey boy forgot all his anger as he continued, in a faster pace, toward the air cabs.
”Yo! Cinna! I got the stuff you want—“ He instantly came to a grinding halt as his eyes fell on a figure; a feminine figure. She had long, shiny, chocolate brown hair with a soft complexion to boot. As if her petite form wasn’t enough to make Zidane believe she was a pretty girl, she had to turn around. His heart fluttered for a moment, taking in her childlike face with large, warm, chocolate eyes. Zidane stood baffled at her before minutes later his lips curled into a wide smile.
”I didn’t think Boss wanted me to date!” A warm laugh came as Zidane approached the girl.”Didn’t know he had good tastes with looks either!”
Within an arm length away from her Zidane let his eyes swept her form up and down; the tip of his tail curling with the thought of having fun. ”So, what brings a pretty girl like you to Tantalus?”
At that moment a groan would erupt from the upper floor; with a complaint that Zidane needed to stop his failure at flirting. Zidane’s tail twitched in frustration as he hollered out.”I’m workin’ here Cinna! She maybe a new member and with you whining like that it’ll scare her away!” Another grumble came and Zidane would shoot a heated glare toward the upper floor. ”Don’t make me come up there!”
Silence before the blonde spoke. ”Alright, pretty, whatcha need?”
