Post by yin on May 27, 2015 6:38:59 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]yin
[attr="class","appc"]age 50
[attr="class","appc"]group strigoi
[attr="class","appc"]sex female
[attr="class","appc"]occupation noble
[attr="class","appp"]
the years that have frittered by before your current consciousness existed in all tints, shades of darkness, a everlasting lapse of a void. (remember, remember; you were more than this, more, more, much more and more unfathomable) there was a time when you had existed in arrogance, greed and egotistic pragmatism, you ate so much your mind still feels touches of residue. (you don't know what it is; thirst swallows you whole. you consume. you are consumed.) it's as if you've done it all. but today, it's a haze; mist in the dead of the night. if time is an arbitrary human construct the commoners must have some point; your eyes have been gorged out by stakes. dead. right. [break][break]
humans are so interesting, aren't they? they fascinate, charm. they look good red. they speak of whimsical happenings and foreign affairs. speak of faraway entities and conceptions. they dream. they succumb to fear. much like how you... you succumb to a malhonnête curiosity. (but they're scary, they're scary, they're scary, they're scary someone please come save me)[break][break]
you are a pile of nerves, a symbol of baseness. now, you are scared and intimidated by everything and anything plagued with unfamiliarity, hunger is your only solace. blood is warm. warmth. it will push you to the forefront of human civilisation but at least, even for a moment, you will be... ah... warm. [break][break]
your ideas, your words, all oil and water. when pried open, humans fall quiet. no cursing at you or crying at you, both of which you find equally confusing, and for a moment, just a moment there is a sweet biological ecstasy that pools at your throat, spreads to your stomach and relaxes your mind. energy tingles at your fingertips. (you always drink too much, too much, too much for comfort, too much for health. too much for sanity, so much for travesty.)[break][break]
today; you bend your knees to the court. solidarity comforts when loneliness strikes. you get to drink. you will follow the king to the death because you need something to believe in. loyalty for ideas, not people. never people. (there are so many. never limit yourself.) [break][break]
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the years that have frittered by before your current consciousness existed in all tints, shades of darkness, a everlasting lapse of a void. (remember, remember; you were more than this, more, more, much more and more unfathomable) there was a time when you had existed in arrogance, greed and egotistic pragmatism, you ate so much your mind still feels touches of residue. (you don't know what it is; thirst swallows you whole. you consume. you are consumed.) it's as if you've done it all. but today, it's a haze; mist in the dead of the night. if time is an arbitrary human construct the commoners must have some point; your eyes have been gorged out by stakes. dead. right. [break][break]
humans are so interesting, aren't they? they fascinate, charm. they look good red. they speak of whimsical happenings and foreign affairs. speak of faraway entities and conceptions. they dream. they succumb to fear. much like how you... you succumb to a malhonnête curiosity. (but they're scary, they're scary, they're scary, they're scary someone please come save me)[break][break]
you are a pile of nerves, a symbol of baseness. now, you are scared and intimidated by everything and anything plagued with unfamiliarity, hunger is your only solace. blood is warm. warmth. it will push you to the forefront of human civilisation but at least, even for a moment, you will be... ah... warm. [break][break]
your ideas, your words, all oil and water. when pried open, humans fall quiet. no cursing at you or crying at you, both of which you find equally confusing, and for a moment, just a moment there is a sweet biological ecstasy that pools at your throat, spreads to your stomach and relaxes your mind. energy tingles at your fingertips. (you always drink too much, too much, too much for comfort, too much for health. too much for sanity, so much for travesty.)[break][break]
today; you bend your knees to the court. solidarity comforts when loneliness strikes. you get to drink. you will follow the king to the death because you need something to believe in. loyalty for ideas, not people. never people. (there are so many. never limit yourself.) [break][break]
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when you were translated into this world by the rift, you opened your eyes to a pitiless universe, in a numbly vain vessel, stripped to a mere fraction of your capabilities. (not like you remember.) ignorance is bliss. there's already enough trouble in this universe to worry about. (don't worry about a thing.) [break][break]
capable of nercomancy, but limited exclusively to non human forms. of course it leaves you thirsty, but you drink far too much anyway. you keep their lifespan limited, but you have a few pets here and there. small, manageable things. plus, they literally die from boredom. yours.
[attr="class","apph2"]
when you were translated into this world by the rift, you opened your eyes to a pitiless universe, in a numbly vain vessel, stripped to a mere fraction of your capabilities. (not like you remember.) ignorance is bliss. there's already enough trouble in this universe to worry about. (don't worry about a thing.) [break][break]
capable of nercomancy, but limited exclusively to non human forms. of course it leaves you thirsty, but you drink far too much anyway. you keep their lifespan limited, but you have a few pets here and there. small, manageable things. plus, they literally die from boredom. yours.
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played by: boo [break]
face claim: [b]dangan ronpa,[/b] [i]fukawa touko[/i] - yin
[attr="class","apph2"]
played by: boo [break]
face claim: [b]dangan ronpa,[/b] [i]fukawa touko[/i] - yin
