Does my name sound familiar or what?

Does my name sound familiar or what?
IP: 68.220.93.118
Posted on June 16, 2010 at 11:47:07 PM by Malus

Name: Malus
Gender: Male
Appearance (include eye/skin/hair colour): Shoulder length black hair with streaks of white on top. His eyes are a teal color framed by dark lashes that are constantly hooding them. Pale skin contrast sharply with his dark hair and dark appearance and at times one could say he almost looks sickly. He has a constant frown marring his lips, as if he disapproves of everything. When he does smile, it�s more of a smirk than a genuine grin.
Defects: A scar starting from his left shoulder and running down to his right hip.
Age: 25
Sample post:
The day broke over the horizon, the sun with its cheerful yellow color slashing through the blue skies keenly. Waves of gold washed dramatically over the line of trees encircling him and the stream in a half-circle; the trees colors seemed to grow an even more brilliant red when the light touched it and slowly the drops of gold drug itself over the stream�s surface, painting the area with its metallic colors. Smears of ochre globed the rising sun as if it was the trumpet that announced the arrival of someone too high and mighty to be ignored. Indeed, the sun was powerful with its all consuming rays of light, but Malus gave it a simple passing glance before directing his gaze back to the matter at hand. The stream water that curled around his ankles was cool and clear like glass, its pebbled bed with is vivid stone colors gazed innocently up at him while his teal eyes stared back with an almost bored look. He was mildly amused by the thin, dark figures of a small group of fishes lazily circling around his pale feet, aware of the long yellowed leaves bumping against his leg and he saw the white ripples touching his skin, yet this did not swell his heart with excitement and awe. Malus lowered his dark lashes over his eyes, slipping his eyes further down stream, tracing the outlines of the rocks that loomed out of the surface, its slick dark surface a useless obstruction to the powerful water that gurgled and pounded on its sides. It was autumn now and it hinted at it with the tarnished red and yellow leaves scattered carelessly around and the occasional cool breeze that rustled his black hair. The smell was fresh and wonderful, mixed with the scent of decaying leaves and the woodsy perfume and it simply drove him to close his eyes and wallow in it like a greedy man swimming in his own hoard of money; it was these things that occasionally threw him into streams of ecstasy not normally stirred within him. This, of course, was only conducted when he was alone and not with someone who just might find it off for a fairy like him. Like him�was there someone like him? There couldn�t be, because he was Malus not another fairy running around with his exact personality. He was, however, not the outgoing fairy. Oh, he liked to talk when it struck him over the head, and he liked to just stand there and listen to the soft humming of voices floating around him, but Malus was not the kind to overdue these things. He was incapable of frightening another off by spewing word upon word on them just to make himself heard by everyone; he liked to make casual conversation, talk to those who wanted his company simply because he did no run his mouth. He opened his eyes, revealing a sharp teal gaze that almost matched the color of the sun touched green grass. Not quite, but almost. Malus� eyes were his most prominent feature with his white and black hair coming a close second. It was like a partly readable book with only parts of it smudged or torn while the other parts seemed easy to skim over. Perhaps, he allowed his eyes to show too much about himself, though in reality it wasn�t enough to get a good read on who he was. Under the stoic mask, Malus wasn�t all that he appeared to be. Like everyone else, he had a darker side to him, but exactly how blackened it was was only known to the solemn fairy. Turning, the fairy climbed out of the stream, leaving wet footprints behind him, picking up his sandals he had casually left near the stream.

Your player name: polecat
How you found out about us: Atlacon

You know, I bookmarked this place and wrote a half done profile of Malus, but never joined because life can be a pain. Any way, sorry for the short sample, I'm trying to get a feel of this character (he's been in the back-burner for way too long :C).

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Accepted - By Pixie June 18, 2010 at 09:28:17 PM

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