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Post by REAAA on Jul 8, 2010 17:55:07 GMT -5
Below is a list of characters made specifically for the site. These characters can be considered "freebies", however note that these characters are extremely important and are vital to future plots and events so the staff would like it if members who are or planning to be active (in the event that a new member wants to take up a canon) so that we can avoid problems such as "where is this person we need them for such and such thread for plots" and etc. Please note that the face claims of the canons are almost nonnegotiable, the staff will listen to any other preference you have. But these face claims will relatively stay permament.
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Post by REAAA on Jul 8, 2010 17:55:24 GMT -5
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Post by REAAA on Jul 8, 2010 17:55:41 GMT -5
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Post by REAAA on Jul 8, 2010 18:48:57 GMT -5
[blockquote][blockquote][size=1][b]Alias:[/b] Your name.
[b]Wanted Canon:[/b] List Gang/Position.
[b]RP Sample:[/b] A sample of you using this character. Quick little thing; at least 250+ words, please.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by FELIX ARDELENE on Jul 13, 2010 10:04:11 GMT -5
Alias: Pademelon
Wanted Canon: Sin, Envy
RP Sample: His lair of little treasures. Ah, what a place to escape to! The faint light glistened off hard reflective surfaces; of plated golds and false jewels, off the beady eyes of dozens of dolls. A small room, but with a high roof; the perfect place to stack a horde. Shelves lined the walls, and stacks of forgotten treasures reached nearly to the ceiling.
More. I need more.
Useless. Fakes. Imitations. Not a thing in the room was real. Nothing in it was an original.
He sat with his back against the only clear space in the room, which also happened to be the door. 'Leaning' would be the wrong word to describe his position; 'almost lying' would be more accurate. He was fixed, captivated by the object in his hand; a dangling emerald stone, set in bright gold. Swinging from side to side, a pendulum capturing the mismatched eyes transfixed by its movement. It was the only thing in the room that was a genuine antique.
“More. I want more.”
The soft whisper dislodged dust from the shelves and perilous piles of junk. Because that’s what all this was; it was junk! Nothing in it was authentic. Nothing actually worth anything. Except for the jewel and chain swinging before his eyes…
”This? No, you can’t have it. Of course not! Stop asking. No!”
He closed his eyes as memories came back; and still the emerald necklace swung.
”I told you, no! When you’re more like your sister; when you change that damn red eye… when you show me her smile! Until then you can't even look at this!”
Yelled words before the family hearth. The remnants of a dead sister hanging before his eyes, hanging in the hands of that hag, with her shrill voice and claw-like nails and accusing eyes. The clock, ticking;
Tick. Tick. Tick. Snap.
He opened his eyes, sat bolt upright; hurled the antique across the room. It crashed into a pile of old books, sending the whole thing avalanching down, loose pages flying everywhere. He sat there for a moment with his head against the door, watching the pages float to the ground… and then in an instant was on his feet, scrambling amongst the tumbled literature for that bright green gem. Heart pounding, eyes searching anxiously amongst the dull lever bindings for that glint of gold.
“I told you. You can’t have it.”
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Post by REAAA on Jul 13, 2010 13:15:43 GMT -5
SIN → ENVY has been reserved for you. You have one week before your reservation expires.
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