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by Faal Lot Himdah » Sun Nov 27, 2016 10:39 am
by Max Empire » Sun Nov 27, 2016 10:42 am
by Max Empire » Sun Nov 27, 2016 3:00 pm
by Talchyon » Sun Nov 27, 2016 3:24 pm
Max empire wrote:Um... Talchyon? What? Max has probably never seen James since they left the Orphanage...
by Saldinado » Sun Nov 27, 2016 5:44 pm
Name: Donovon
Nickname: Donnie
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Current status: Well um, if you must know, I'm doing pretty well now I guess. I got adopted by this rich family in London that are apparently some of the more well established ones. My father works as a physician while my mother works alongside him as a nurse. Some say that it's cute. Having your parents work together. But I really don't see it. Oh well. But yeah, I just graduated high school myself and I must say, it is wonderful. No more of doing homework or waking up so early and stuff like that. But I'm pretty sure that that all might change once I get into college to become an architect. Strange, I know, but I have always been fascinated with the styling and construction of the houses and buildings ever since I was young. But in the meantime, I live with my parents, working as a baker for one of the local bakeries; and so far things have been going good. Now that I'm about to head off to college soon, I thought that maybe I should go back to Mason. Back to the place where my life was nothing but a little battered and lonely seed that was only to be picked up and planted and nurtured into the a rose that I am today. Hehehe. I'm sorry for sounding so dramatic and poetic. Kind of a little habit.
Abilities: Well um, I have this sort of thing where I can talk to animals. I don't know how it happens, but I can understand animals and they can understand me with little to no problems. In fact, animals were and still are the main ones that I confine to whenever I need to get something off my chest. Because they're loyal, can just sit down and listen, and won't tell everyone your secrets or problems. Well, at least I know that they don't tell humans. As for other animals, I dunno.
Skills: Skills, huh? Well um, I can cook very well. Actually, baking is my specialty but like I said already I can cook. I'm smart in both education wise and common sense. Not many people can balance both. I can play the piano really well. My parents taught me when I moved in with them. Plus, I write poetry and stuff. Although it's not good. Other than that, I'm just an average person. Oh yeah! I almost forgot! I also work out a lot, so I'm pretty strong and have pretty nice stamina. Although cardio is not my thing.
What were they doing during the fight where the priest died?:
...Oh boy...Are we going back to that day? Well, I guess I should tell you since you wanna know for some damn reason.
I was about maybe ten or eleven, I dunno, and I was in the kitchen cleaning up and washing dishes after dinner was over with. I was by myself at the time because I can't stand having someone come in and work with me cleaning things up. If it's not the way that I like, than forget about it. So yeah as I was saying, everything was going fine. I was washing a plate and rinsing it off before I placed it with the rest of the wet plates for me to dry off and stack up later. Well, for the older kids to stack up; I couldn't reach the shelves and cabinets to put them on myself. But yeah nothing strange. At least I didn't think so. And about maybe ten or fifteen minutes after drying off a stack of plates, a loud, blood-curdling scream echo through the air. Upon hearing it, I got scared and nearly dropped one of the plates. It took me a few seconds to get myself together as the sudden loudness still startled me before I got down from my little stool and stood there for a moment; I was trying to see what was going to happen next. And soon after, a few more screams filled the air. I didn't know what was going on, and at such a young age my first reaction was that something or someone was out to get me.
My heart was racing like a horse as I slowly walked towards the door that lead to out to where everyone was and slowly and hesitantly opened it with my hands-which were completely shaky I might add- and looked out of it. I only opened it up to a crack because I was too scared to open the door completely. Looking out into the main hall, I saw something on the ground. Or in that case 'someone'. It was the priest. He was laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. Blood was everywhere. On the floor, the walls, the furniture...just everywhere. Ahem, excuse me. Yeah, after I saw that, I just...Snapped. I quickly closed the door and ran to a corner in the kitchen where I hugged my knees, softly crying. I wanted to just scream and bawl, but I felt as though if I were to do that, the person that came and did that to the Father might hear me and come after me. So I stayed there in the corner, softly sniffling and crying. And then, blackness. I don't know what happened afterwards. Maybe I cried myself to sleep or something because when I woke up, I saw that I was in the arms of a young woman who was gently caressing my hair. She looked as though she was an angel. Her long blonde hair hanging down pass her shoulders. Her bright hazel eyes with specks of blue in them. Her soft, motherly humming of a lullaby to me. I was too entranced by her melodious singing to worry or notice anything else. All noises were shut off as only her voice rang through my ears. And once again, I saw blackness. When I woke up again, this time I was in a bed; the room was filled with pretty paintings and other decor. Sitting on the edge of the bed was a figure with long blonde hair that reached passed their shoulders. They turned their head to me and I saw those two bright hazel eyes with blue specks in them. She had a smile on her face and with the same melodious and soothing, motherly voice, she said something to me. 'It's alright. Mommy's here for you. There's nothing to fear anymore. I'll protect you...I'm here for you.'
So yeah, you can fill in the blanks yourself what that meant and what happened next. And now, I'm back here again. To try and help myself if you will. Ever since that day, I haven't been able to get that image out of my head. His body...His blood everywhere. Or have a good night's sleep without feeling as though something is out to get me. I can't even wash dishes without having my hands become shaky sometimes. I guess you can say that the main reason I'm here is so that I can get closure...So that I can move on with my life and know that everything is alright now.
Did you read the rules?: I am weary of the axe! Did I do good?
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by Max Empire » Sun Nov 27, 2016 5:55 pm
by Shadowwell » Sun Nov 27, 2016 6:01 pm
by WaRtArIa » Sun Nov 27, 2016 6:02 pm
Shadowwell wrote:Not entirely sure that a legible word tattoo would have been in england in the 1800s.
by Shadowwell » Sun Nov 27, 2016 6:05 pm
by Saldinado » Sun Nov 27, 2016 6:07 pm
Shadowwell wrote:Not entirely sure that a legible word tattoo would have been in england in the 1800s.
by Shadowwell » Sun Nov 27, 2016 6:08 pm
by Max Empire » Sun Nov 27, 2016 6:08 pm
Charlia wrote:Wartaria wrote:I think we can make exceptions, considering that naturally possessing pink hair is neigh impossible anytime here.
Same with the whole concept of powers. Those and the odd genetic factors can be brushed off as a product of whatever is affecting the orphans. However, a tattoo is a different matter entirely.
Shadowwell wrote:Those physical features are easily explainable by the supernatural and peculiar elements of the rp and characters themselves. But changing history for such a thing as tattoos seems kinda...
by Shadowwell » Sun Nov 27, 2016 6:09 pm
Max empire wrote:Charlia wrote:Same with the whole concept of powers. Those and the odd genetic factors can be brushed off as a product of whatever is affecting the orphans. However, a tattoo is a different matter entirely.Shadowwell wrote:Those physical features are easily explainable by the supernatural and peculiar elements of the rp and characters themselves. But changing history for such a thing as tattoos seems kinda...
Well, we're already bending history to it's extremes. The way we think today is completely different from the way people thought back in the middle of the 19th century. Sigmund Freud anyone?
by WaRtArIa » Sun Nov 27, 2016 6:10 pm
Charlia wrote:Wartaria wrote:I think we can make exceptions, considering that naturally possessing pink hair is neigh impossible anytime here.
Same with the whole concept of powers. Those and the odd genetic factors can be brushed off as a product of whatever is affecting the orphans. However, a tattoo is a different matter entirely.
Max empire wrote:Charlia wrote:Same with the whole concept of powers. Those and the odd genetic factors can be brushed off as a product of whatever is affecting the orphans. However, a tattoo is a different matter entirely.Shadowwell wrote:Those physical features are easily explainable by the supernatural and peculiar elements of the rp and characters themselves. But changing history for such a thing as tattoos seems kinda...
Well, we're already bending history to it's extremes. The way we think today is completely different from the way people thought back in the middle of the 19th century. Sigmund Freud anyone?
Saldinado wrote:Shadowwell wrote:Not entirely sure that a legible word tattoo would have been in england in the 1800s.
Yes, I was thinking that. Although I couldn't really find another image of him in such a decent manner. So we can just assume that he didn't didn't have the tattoos at all.
Unless this can work.
Shadowwell wrote:Max empire wrote:
Well, we're already bending history to it's extremes. The way we think today is completely different from the way people thought back in the middle of the 19th century. Sigmund Freud anyone?
bending is different then this, which as strange as it sounds Tattoes have had a large impat on many cultures past and present.
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