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Posted on June 24, 2011 at 09:58:24 AM by Vincent
Name: Vincent Gender: Male Appearance: Such defined bone structure on any specimen has never been seen before in both human and fae kind. He is both ruggedly handsome as well as dauntingly obscure. He possesses strong and masculine jaw and a severe cheek and brow ridge that makes him somewhat intimidating, and with a grand height, standing well over six feet tall he seems absolutely terrifying to those who don’t know him. His medium brown hair appears as an oxymoron in comparison to his facial features. It looks almost as though it would rather reside on a small puppy or kitten. To touch it is so soft and luxurious that your hands will never want to leave his head. It is cut sort to remain out of his way as he works through his daily tasks and is somehow naturally styles itself into a faux-hawk angling toward the front of his head. His eyes are such a powerful shade of green that it is hard not to get lost in them. They are as vibrant as new grass mixed with the needles of the evergreen. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and is this ever the case with our dear Vincent. If you ever do find yourself lost in them, good luck finding your way back out as they just seem to continue on forever. They will pull you in and trap you there without a moment’s notice. A word of caution is advised to any who happen to look into them. Due to his stern looks he does try to blend in, unsuccessfully so. Having no eye for colour, he often dresses in black. Where most people would describe his style, or lack thereof, as a gothic contemporary with a hint of renascence; he would describe his style as whatever happened to be clean at the time. If his features didn’t do this enough for him, his style often draws strangers away. Only the bravest or the most stupid tend to talk to him on the street, as he has the personality to match his stone cold demeanour. He has muscles as hard as stone, and a physique chiselled out of solid marble from the great Michael Angelo. He works hard to keep his body being such a fine physical specimen and it defiantly shows. Buried blow his epidermis, a tribal tattoo graces his right shoulder, mainly to vainly cover a gruesome scar he received many years ago. He figures less people will ask about a tattoo than what horrific event happened to him in his childhood. Sitting upon his well defined shoulders are a great set of feathery wings, the exact shade as the hair on his head. So large and powerful they are that the soft feathers practically drag on the ground when he walks. These wings were built for speed, and rarely will you ever find Vincent walking anywhere, especially when it is so much more convenient to simply fly. Defects: With regards to any physical flaws, our fine boy has none, save for a quite nasty scar, which he covers with his tribal tattoo. Not a mole or freckle resides anywhere on his perfect skin. All his flaws are mental unfortunately, and such flaws are described in detail below. Age: 25 Personality: Vincent is nothing but a mystery. He is unbelievably secretive, and rarely talks to anyone. A stranger would describe him as broody, though he would describe himself as cautious. He is a complex character to say the least. To those so don’t know him entirely, he has the personality of a sponge. In strange company, he often says nothing, and merely stands there awkwardly, towering over those around him. Though he doesn’t say much, he can often possess a cocky attitude, especially in competition and many see him as an arrogant ass. To go along with his terrifying appearance, he is also a vicious warrior, and will not hesitate to bring harm to anyone should they decide to stand in his way. Should anyone happen to fall on his bad side, it is strongly suggested to run far away, and pray he doesn’t find you. He often seems like he has two completely different personalities, but they both definitely belong to him; one cocky and arrogant, the other kind and considerate. Despite having more defences than Fort Knox, once a person breaks through his armour, they can find the real or true Vincent. To the few he allows close to his heart, he is a kind soul and is fiercely loyal to those closest to him. Without question, he would put his life on the line if it meant keeping his loved ones safe. History: He would prefer I not say... Sample post: I hadn’t gotten far when I felt the warmth of her hand grab my arm. Though my blood still boiled I stopped dead. My heart ached as I avoided her pleading face. She had done it this time and there was nothing she could say to keep me with her. Jerking my arm out of her grasp, I was about to continue on my way when I heard her speak. It was barely a whisper, but that was all she needed “Please don’t go.” Her voice was soft, almost pleading. How could I best explain the power that she held over me? When I was around her, it felt like my heart was falling farther and farther down a bottomless pit of pain and despair. Every touch sent me falling faster and made it harder to get out; it sent me deeper into worry, anguish and ultimate adoration. I had eventually fallen so far that I had no hope of turning back. Somehow, I had plummeted desperately in love, and I had no idea how I had gotten there. I was under her control; her slave. I halted in my tracks once again. Her pleading voice extinguished every ounce of flame that resided in my veins. Unsure of what to do next, I stood there like the fool I was. How could I fix things now? She had made that choice, and like an idiot I was following her, going along for the ride. She placed her hand on my arm once again, but this time I didn’t shake it off. I felt her step closer, and I could feel her breath against my bare back. He wrapped her arms around my stomach, and buried her face in my skin. I heard her sniff as I felt a warm liquid drip down my back. Oh great, she was crying now. As any guy, I had no idea how to console a crying girl. I sighed, and pulled her to my front so I could wrap my own arms around her. She let out a quiet sob as we stood there for a little while in silence; our arms entangled around each other, pulling the other close. I couldn’t think of anything to say in situations such as these...I was never able to. Almost a full minute had passed when her grip finally loosened and she let me see her face. Here eyes were now red and puffy, and her cheeks were covered in tear stains. It was clear to me that she was indeed sorry for what she had done, and that was all I could ask for. Bending down, her perfect lips met my own in a soft, and slightly wet, kiss. Your player name: Carr How you found out about us: stumbling through various sites...don’t remember which one though -.-‘ You are all stardust. |
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- x - By Georgia June 24, 2011 at 08:33:33 PM
- accepted {mod note: not in database yet} - By Alora June 24, 2011 at 07:05:25 PM
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