Post by EMILY on May 25, 2011 19:08:24 GMT -5
Evil besides (which I must still believe to be the lethal side of man) had left on that body an imprint of deformity and decay. And yet when I looked upon that ugly idol in the glass, I was conscious of no repugnance, rather of a leap of welcome.
NAME :: -[[ Edward Hyde ]]
ALIAS :: -[[ Eddy / Hyde ]]
AGE :: -[[ 18 ]]
EYE COLOR :: -[[ brown ]]
HAIR COLOR :: -[[ brown ]]
RELATIVE HEIGHT :: -[[ 5' 10" ]]
RELATIVE WEIGHT :: -[[ 145lbs ]]
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STRENGTHS :: -[[ cute, funny, easy to talk to, smart ]]
WEAKNESSES :: -[[ lies, lazy, self-centered, quick to fight ]]
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SHORT BIO :: -[[ Hyde grew up almost split personality- good one minute and a pure hellion the next; a medical history a mile long was the cause. So his parents tried to contain him and only made the problem build up; once out, his split personality was the cause of his suicide- he decided to shoot himself where it hurt the most. ]]
SUICIDE :: -[[ gun shot wound through his heart ]]
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GROUP :: -[[ demon ]]
FACE CLAIM :: -[[ Gaspard Ulliel ]]
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(USER DATA)
USERNAME :: -{ admin
NICKNAME :: -{ Emily
OTHER CHARACTERS :: -{ n/a
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ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE AS CHARACTER :: -{ The skinny young man look over himself in the cracked mirror. His naked body covered in the dust of the Hellish place he lived. Thinking, his eyes moving over his body and then, last but not least, it looked at his heart.
The young man's heart was shot. His heart was shot by his own hand. His chest forever scarred in this world and his heart was broken- literally. The hole bore through his body and pierced his heart- instantly stopping it. The bullet probably still there to haunt him even more.
He, looking at his naked body, trailed his fingers over it lightly and then stretched. Turning around, walking over the floor that was pitch black with dirt and grim, and trying to not tough the grungy walls that were filled with wood rot and mold, he made his way to his bedroom. His bedroom was not much either. There was a brown mattress in the middle of the floor with cigarette ashes sprinkled over it- along with the butts and a few packs of cigarettes as well. Bit, ignoring all of this, he found a, relatively clean, royal blue button-up shirt and a pair of jeans covered in grease and holes.
Dressing himself, he made a quick retreat to the outside world. Walking outside, the brightness of the sun hit and then the intense heat took its effect. His dull brown hair was long gone from shining and his brown eyes were as dull as his hair. "Hard to believe its only morning. ... Fuck. ... God!" He walked away from the shitty apartment and into the street.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around. "Huh?" Looking up their body and into their eyes. "Um, hey."