Post by Aras Paolini on May 12, 2006 16:36:37 GMT -5
Username: alanna
Character Name: Aras Paolini
Character Age: 24
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 153
Hair: Midnight
Eyes: Aqua blue
Skin: Dirty mushroom
Race: Human
Personality: Hateful, DESPISES VINCENT GOZABORO, angry, is very different inside than out, mysterious, cold, always wants more, shield, blank
Example Roleplay: (at least 5 lines please)
The human scoffed at the writhing Harpy and the screaming Human in the center of the square. His cold eyes remained emotionless as he watched the misery of the loner Vincent Gozaboro attending to the dying halfling.
Shaking his head slightly in disbelief at how pathetic his rival was becoming, Aras chuckled cruelly to himself and smirked down at Vincent, now struggling against the Humans trying to pull him off of the nearly dead body.
"I hope you die, Vincent Gozaboro... I hope you are killed painfully, and with every choking breath, you will remember me and how I have cursed you...." Aras whispered into the night air, his nearly silent words that were bursting with hate dying into the wind.
By a pure stroke of luck, fate, or perhaps truthful realization, Vincent's head raised ever-so-slightly, and his maroon eyes locked with Aras' own ice blue ones.
Aras said nothing more, just stood emotionless against the roaring crowd before turning gracefully and sweeping into the line of trees behind him, never looking back.. Never looking back to the soul that would haunt him, and the Harpy who his life would be intertwined with on pure accident. Everything might have changed, only if Aras had turned his head once more..
But he never did.
Pic: (If available)
Other info: (optional)
With permission of Vincent Gozaboro
Character Name: Aras Paolini
Character Age: 24
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 153
Hair: Midnight
Eyes: Aqua blue
Skin: Dirty mushroom
Race: Human
Personality: Hateful, DESPISES VINCENT GOZABORO, angry, is very different inside than out, mysterious, cold, always wants more, shield, blank
Example Roleplay: (at least 5 lines please)
The human scoffed at the writhing Harpy and the screaming Human in the center of the square. His cold eyes remained emotionless as he watched the misery of the loner Vincent Gozaboro attending to the dying halfling.
Shaking his head slightly in disbelief at how pathetic his rival was becoming, Aras chuckled cruelly to himself and smirked down at Vincent, now struggling against the Humans trying to pull him off of the nearly dead body.
"I hope you die, Vincent Gozaboro... I hope you are killed painfully, and with every choking breath, you will remember me and how I have cursed you...." Aras whispered into the night air, his nearly silent words that were bursting with hate dying into the wind.
By a pure stroke of luck, fate, or perhaps truthful realization, Vincent's head raised ever-so-slightly, and his maroon eyes locked with Aras' own ice blue ones.
Aras said nothing more, just stood emotionless against the roaring crowd before turning gracefully and sweeping into the line of trees behind him, never looking back.. Never looking back to the soul that would haunt him, and the Harpy who his life would be intertwined with on pure accident. Everything might have changed, only if Aras had turned his head once more..
But he never did.
Pic: (If available)
Other info: (optional)
With permission of Vincent Gozaboro
[glow=red,2,300]"Our greatest glory is in not falling, but in rising everytime we fall." -Confusious
