I don't have Chopin anymore =o
I'm surprised you didn't happen to catch the story of his death.
however, a link to all of my characters can be found if you click on my signature c:
He reeks of laziness.
From his posture to his half hooded eyes, he screams 'napping, be up someday'
he is not sleeping fully though, merely dozing atop the gray rocks, a yawn escapes him, goggles jiggling just a bit in his movements.
a hoof comes up to shift hair away, then down again before sitting up, upon his back haunches, it's very human or maybe canine looking, the way his front limbs hang off the rock the way they do, looking around as if he has just woken up.
No more clocking in for him.
but that doesn't bother the bright red beast at all.
Shima notices a different soul near her her small hoofs barely make a noise against the forest floor.
Her golden fur stands on end on her neck.She notices a stag who appears to be sleeping.She sniffs the air and cocks her head to the side
Should I approach him she wonders she doesnt think he is a threat however it would not be the first tim she would be fooled
Can you see it? Nirvana, heaven, highest enlightenment, the dancing, the elegant clothing, rooms of gold and silver, silk and velvet, beauty at its most splendid.
Can you see it? The guard posted before the door, wine in hand, even guards can have fun. But he made a mistake, he wasn't strong enough, the attack he could not fend off, and those demons cast him from Nirvana. And so he fell.
Silk, fine robes of white and blue, made from the sky itself. No finer material could be found anywhere, tattered and torn, hiding the stumps of what were once four fine glorious wings of light grey.
He sits now, a bird who has fallen from its nest, upon a low branch of a sprawling tree, red eyes clear to be seen, soft cherry gazing through a curtain of lavender hair, the scarf about his neck bitten at by the slightest breeze.
His head tilts slowly to utter a sigh, head resting against a hand, gently pointed nails twitching gently every so often.
They are stronger than any mortal metal.
But he does not take thrill in fighting. What angel does?
He leans now, to lay upon this branch he seems to have claimed, resting, his dull red eyes are half lidded, shadowed by light lashes, a few shades softer than his hair, perfect frame, tongue over light pink lips, like cherry blossoms, he is not bored as he seems.
Shima a girl of 17 notices someone sitting on lower branch.She walks over curious about this stranger.She tucks a strand of gold hair behind her ear.Her greens eyes look over his tattered clothing."H..Hi"she says shyly.She smiles but it is just out of politness
His eyes flicker downwards, pools of blood against fields of grass as he meets her eyes.
"Greetings" his reply is simple, but it brings his point to fruition, a completion that only someone who has lived a million lives not their own can pull off without it coming off as rude.
He is a serious kind, and his lips refuse to move to return the smile that she has offered him, and yet, likewise, he is not frowning, no, there is a look of perfect neutrality upon his features, he is neither pleased to see this woman, nor is he annoyed by her.
After all, to judge before knowing may very well have been the greatest sin of all, for it very well made it impossible to decide whether or not someone was truly deserving of your compassion, or, on the opposite end of the spectrum, deserving of your loathing.
These were lessons he had learned, and he had learned them well, so long ago it seemed, so long ago it was, before his great fall that divided him upon earth from the heaven he so loved, wings broken from him, alas, but he would find his way back, someday, somehow.
She sensed she was bing judged his neutral expression made her wonder what he was really thinking,
But her curiosity kept bringing her atttention back to his tattered clothing.She wondered what happed.
She leaned against the tree and bit her lower lip."If you don't mind me asking how did you clothes get torn"her position was poised her hands behind her back.
ah, there it was, the question that any would ask, curious mortal beings, how he loved them, as children, so much to learn, curiosity beyond measure, constantly seeking more knowledge to add to the things that they did not know they already knew.
But it is in knowing you do not know everything that your mind becomes greater, and so, he gives her the answer that she seeks so much.
"they were tattered at the hands of the devils that sought to overtake the kingdom of heaven, those which would bring darkness into Nirvana. I led my brothers, guardians, against them, but in my weakness, my wings were torn from me, and I was cast down to the earth once more"
his eyes close for a moment before flickering open once again, they are dull, foggy maybe, and yet, red, as if the color had been stolen from a pool of blood which the clouds were being reflected in, a hand reaching up to once more brush his hair from those eyes, tucking it neatly behind an ear.
A gently pointed canine tooth sweeps over his lip, but does not slice skin, no, it is merely a gesture that he has picked up and performs on habit when he is beginning to relax, right along with a human examining their nails, or chewing their own lips.
She raises her eyebrow
"Thos devils who dwell in the Nirvana are just as that demons themselves who live on death and destruction"she said in almost a transe
She sighs and sits on the ground noting his tooth but she also sees that he is relaxed.
But of course he knows this, that they are demons, he is of Nirvana, he has lived every life there is to live, passed through them and into highest enlightenment. He does not anger, not easily. He is not angry at those demons, he is merely dissapointed, in the way that a parent would be dissapointed in a child.
"They will learn" he says simply, softly. Ever at ease.
Another swipe of tongue over lips, he had nothing more to say, quiet creature by nature, his eyes, fell, half hooded now, beautiful slivers of red between lavender, pale, against pale skin.
A hand reached up, to capture a falling leaf before releasing it once more, letting it drift downwards.
Delicate steps hidden by folds of white, extending upwards before they gave way to the creamy colour of skin, flanked by dark brown hair, sleek and silky descending in elegant curls, lying on her chest. She looked beautiful and elegant, like a bride on her wedding day. The long white dress giving off that impression. Truly a stunning sight to behold.
The woman walked gently over the ground, each step carefully timed to prevent even the most miniscule of stumbles. None would be permitted and because underneath the dress, her steps were almost invisible, she was floating along the ground. An elegance that seemed out of place in the town, like a lady wandering the slums.
Heads turned, eyes lingered just a little too long.
She knew that people would look at her when she walked around town, she knew that people admired her beauty...yet in the way she presented it, just simple elegance, there was a sort of humbleness. She didn't flaunt it, and in a way it looked understated in the long white silken fabrics of her dress. Her face, creamy and pale, had no make up.
There was simply a pair of shining green eyes, framed by lashes, her nose, small and elegant like the rest of her, and her lips. Pale rose coloured, the corners upturned, she looked friendly, and almost happy, though there was something deep inside the emerald irises that seemed to evoke the feeling that her smile was a little bit forced. Was she in fact happy? Or was she not? It was difficult to tell, for she wasn't a simple book.
She was a novel, the plot, the message, complex and long, hidden underneath layers of meaningless distraction, and she preferred it that way. That way people usually left her to her business. Too happy and they would congratulate her on getting married, too sad, and people would begin to ask her why she looked upset. She needed the complexity to keep them away from her. Nothing else would do.
Shima was sitting on a bench in her regular jeans and t-shirt her beautiful blonde hair was pulled back.Her green eyes was locked on her book but she did notic someone coming closer to her.
Her expression was blank she wouldnt ever let anyone have a hint of how she felt.
The girl in the white dress wandered ever forward, the floating steps indicated only by a slight movement at the front of her dress. Long and beautiful, it trailed along behind her, but somehow, never seemed to gather the dirt tat most other white dresses got. It was as if it wasn't really there, but a phantom image of the girl's dress. She paused briefly as she approached a bench.
She had been walking a long time, and it was warm outside, even if she was wearing a lot of white. She decided that now would be the time to drink some water, so she wandered over to the small stand that sold various little drinks and snacks to the people. She bought a little bottle of water, and she walked back over towards the bench, and she sat down.
The girl next to her had golden hair pulled backwards, and green eyes, that seemed intently focused on the book that she had in her hands. The Lady in White decided it would be best not to disturb her and so as she began to drink her water, she never spoke. A mute among the noise of the people that went on by.
People watching was an interesting sport, she could lose herself in the people just going by. She would let hours slide by her watching the people coming along, some laughing, some crying, some blank. Nothing ever appeared the same way twice in people. People truly were unique. Even if sometimes they thought they were exactly like everyone else.
Shima closed her book shortly after the girl sat down she always felt uneasy around other people.
She didn't smile she didnt frown she just acknowledged the girl next to her and noticed many others did as well.She shifted uncomfortable crossing her legs.
Very well c: Any of my
Any of my characters that you prefer~?
Mm Chopin perhaps could you
I don't have Chopin anymore
I'm surprised you didn't happen to catch the story of his death.
however, a link to all of my characters can be found if you click on my signature c:
Sorry I've been busy Then how
Then how about Reno?
Sorry I've been busy Then how
Then how about Reno?
very well c: though if I do
though if I do use him, it will have to be deer, since he is a fan character |D
would you still like me to start~?
Yes and yes please
He reeks of laziness. From
From his posture to his half hooded eyes, he screams 'napping, be up someday'
he is not sleeping fully though, merely dozing atop the gray rocks, a yawn escapes him, goggles jiggling just a bit in his movements.
a hoof comes up to shift hair away, then down again before sitting up, upon his back haunches, it's very human or maybe canine looking, the way his front limbs hang off the rock the way they do, looking around as if he has just woken up.
No more clocking in for him.
but that doesn't bother the bright red beast at all.
((now I must brb for just a moment |D))
sure, I'll RP. Norway. Deer
Norway. Deer only.
or Reduce, Deer or 'Human'-formed
Shima notices a different
Her golden fur stands on end on her neck.She notices a stag who appears to be sleeping.She sniffs the air and cocks her head to the side
Should I approach him she wonders she doesnt think he is a threat however it would not be the first tim she would be fooled
MM how about Reduce in human
{{Certainly}} Can you see
Can you see it? Nirvana, heaven, highest enlightenment, the dancing, the elegant clothing, rooms of gold and silver, silk and velvet, beauty at its most splendid.
Can you see it? The guard posted before the door, wine in hand, even guards can have fun. But he made a mistake, he wasn't strong enough, the attack he could not fend off, and those demons cast him from Nirvana. And so he fell.
Silk, fine robes of white and blue, made from the sky itself. No finer material could be found anywhere, tattered and torn, hiding the stumps of what were once four fine glorious wings of light grey.
He sits now, a bird who has fallen from its nest, upon a low branch of a sprawling tree, red eyes clear to be seen, soft cherry gazing through a curtain of lavender hair, the scarf about his neck bitten at by the slightest breeze.
His head tilts slowly to utter a sigh, head resting against a hand, gently pointed nails twitching gently every so often.
They are stronger than any mortal metal.
But he does not take thrill in fighting. What angel does?
He leans now, to lay upon this branch he seems to have claimed, resting, his dull red eyes are half lidded, shadowed by light lashes, a few shades softer than his hair, perfect frame, tongue over light pink lips, like cherry blossoms, he is not bored as he seems.
No, he has infinite patience.
he is merely resting himself.
Shima a girl of 17 notices
{I feel so bad its short}
{{it's fine~}} His eyes
His eyes flicker downwards, pools of blood against fields of grass as he meets her eyes.
"Greetings" his reply is simple, but it brings his point to fruition, a completion that only someone who has lived a million lives not their own can pull off without it coming off as rude.
He is a serious kind, and his lips refuse to move to return the smile that she has offered him, and yet, likewise, he is not frowning, no, there is a look of perfect neutrality upon his features, he is neither pleased to see this woman, nor is he annoyed by her.
After all, to judge before knowing may very well have been the greatest sin of all, for it very well made it impossible to decide whether or not someone was truly deserving of your compassion, or, on the opposite end of the spectrum, deserving of your loathing.
These were lessons he had learned, and he had learned them well, so long ago it seemed, so long ago it was, before his great fall that divided him upon earth from the heaven he so loved, wings broken from him, alas, but he would find his way back, someday, somehow.
infinite, patience.
She sensed she was bing
But her curiosity kept bringing her atttention back to his tattered clothing.She wondered what happed.
She leaned against the tree and bit her lower lip."If you don't mind me asking how did you clothes get torn"her position was poised her hands behind her back.
ah, there it was, the
But it is in knowing you do not know everything that your mind becomes greater, and so, he gives her the answer that she seeks so much.
"they were tattered at the hands of the devils that sought to overtake the kingdom of heaven, those which would bring darkness into Nirvana. I led my brothers, guardians, against them, but in my weakness, my wings were torn from me, and I was cast down to the earth once more"
his eyes close for a moment before flickering open once again, they are dull, foggy maybe, and yet, red, as if the color had been stolen from a pool of blood which the clouds were being reflected in, a hand reaching up to once more brush his hair from those eyes, tucking it neatly behind an ear.
A gently pointed canine tooth sweeps over his lip, but does not slice skin, no, it is merely a gesture that he has picked up and performs on habit when he is beginning to relax, right along with a human examining their nails, or chewing their own lips.
She raises her eyebrow "Thos
"Thos devils who dwell in the Nirvana are just as that demons themselves who live on death and destruction"she said in almost a transe
She sighs and sits on the ground noting his tooth but she also sees that he is relaxed.
bump
But of course he knows this,
"They will learn" he says simply, softly. Ever at ease.
She smiled anythings possible
Another swipe of tongue over
A hand reached up, to capture a falling leaf before releasing it once more, letting it drift downwards.
She leaned back closing her
sure if ya want.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
who do you want?
-shrugs- you pick.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
ok well could you start human
mmhm...but who do you want to
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
I'll use Shema my new female
cool. I shall use...Kahlan.
I shall use...Kahlan.
Delicate steps hidden by folds of white, extending upwards before they gave way to the creamy colour of skin, flanked by dark brown hair, sleek and silky descending in elegant curls, lying on her chest. She looked beautiful and elegant, like a bride on her wedding day. The long white dress giving off that impression. Truly a stunning sight to behold.
The woman walked gently over the ground, each step carefully timed to prevent even the most miniscule of stumbles. None would be permitted and because underneath the dress, her steps were almost invisible, she was floating along the ground. An elegance that seemed out of place in the town, like a lady wandering the slums.
Heads turned, eyes lingered just a little too long.
She knew that people would look at her when she walked around town, she knew that people admired her beauty...yet in the way she presented it, just simple elegance, there was a sort of humbleness. She didn't flaunt it, and in a way it looked understated in the long white silken fabrics of her dress. Her face, creamy and pale, had no make up.
There was simply a pair of shining green eyes, framed by lashes, her nose, small and elegant like the rest of her, and her lips. Pale rose coloured, the corners upturned, she looked friendly, and almost happy, though there was something deep inside the emerald irises that seemed to evoke the feeling that her smile was a little bit forced. Was she in fact happy? Or was she not? It was difficult to tell, for she wasn't a simple book.
She was a novel, the plot, the message, complex and long, hidden underneath layers of meaningless distraction, and she preferred it that way. That way people usually left her to her business. Too happy and they would congratulate her on getting married, too sad, and people would begin to ask her why she looked upset. She needed the complexity to keep them away from her. Nothing else would do.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
Shima was sitting on a bench
Her expression was blank she wouldnt ever let anyone have a hint of how she felt.
Sorry for such a short post
The girl in the white dress
She had been walking a long time, and it was warm outside, even if she was wearing a lot of white. She decided that now would be the time to drink some water, so she wandered over to the small stand that sold various little drinks and snacks to the people. She bought a little bottle of water, and she walked back over towards the bench, and she sat down.
The girl next to her had golden hair pulled backwards, and green eyes, that seemed intently focused on the book that she had in her hands. The Lady in White decided it would be best not to disturb her and so as she began to drink her water, she never spoke. A mute among the noise of the people that went on by.
People watching was an interesting sport, she could lose herself in the people just going by. She would let hours slide by her watching the people coming along, some laughing, some crying, some blank. Nothing ever appeared the same way twice in people. People truly were unique. Even if sometimes they thought they were exactly like everyone else.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
Shima closed her book shortly
She didn't smile she didnt frown she just acknowledged the girl next to her and noticed many others did as well.She shifted uncomfortable crossing her legs.