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Post by iridescent on Jul 31, 2012 22:35:51 GMT -5
Sarah.My body's tremblin' sends shivers down my spine adrenaline kicks and shifts into overdrive, your secrets keep you sick your lies keep you alive snake eyes every single time you roll with crooked dice I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down the kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house I wrestled with my thoughts, I shook the hand of doubt running from my past i'm praying feet don't fail me now!  --{I got these questions always running through my head .}--
So what's your name?
My name? I think you mean my number.
784512.
I like Sarah, though. It's got a nice ring to it.
Well my names Beck, so kid when were you born?
"I'm 16. Almost 17.
Cool, so what are you, male or female?
I'm a chick. No pun intended.
So how would you describe yourself?
Slender body, with bones jutting out like knives from lack of food.
That's gotten better though.
Long hip-length black hair is the most recognizable.
Dark eyes and soft, snowy white skin, with big pale lips.
Not much in the way of any curves anywhere.
Got any special markings? When I was made I was born with a feather shaped birthmark on my back.
I've got a barcode like tattoo on my right hip, more on my back.
Bold bold normal bold normal normal.
The same bars for the same amount of numbers.
So whatcha like? How are you personality wise?
I have a sharp tongue and I'm too sarcastic for my own good.
I tend to make people mad without meaning to.
I'm probably the only girl out there who doesn't care about makeup or boys.
I'm very indifferent to what others think of me
And I am often dubbed 'emotionless' and 'void.'
So what's your style, what do you like to wear?
Usually it ranges from boho to scene to just summery.
I prefer comfortable and casual though.
--{so many things that I would like to understand}--
So what kind of hybrid are you?
I'm an avian-human. Raven, I'm fairly certain.
So what's your hybrid form look like?
Well, I'm a raven avian-human.
My wings are massive and black as night.
--{if we are born to die and we all die to live}--
Got a history?
There really isn't all that much. Just all that comes with being raised by scientists.
You in a pack?
I'm all alone.
That doesn't mean I'm not looking for a pack though.
Why you out there all by yourself? You know that's dangerous right?
"I tend to say the wrong thing.
I don't always get along with people.
Some of them tend to hate me.
Username: iridescent. Always and everywhere. Call me iri if you want.
Experience Roleplaying: 3 or 4, maybe longer. Definitely been writing for a while.
Number of Characters: 1.
Role Play Example:
sarah.
My whole body burned from sitting here for so long, crouched in this uncomfortable position, ink-black wings closed tightly around me. Pins and needles moved from the tips of my toes, up my legs, and straight up my spine, begging for me to move. I could allow nothing, though. I had thought I heard something, something distinguishable from the rest of my surroundings. It wasn't the chirp of birds, or the whisper-silent sound of paws against leaves. It was the deliberate snap of a twig, something that didn't belong in this landscape.
My whole body burned, though, with the aching desire to move. Carefully, I extended my right hand, tracing the delicate feathers of my wings with my fingertips. They rustled, whisper soft, delicately, and the need to use them burned in to where they met my back. Finally, I could stand it no longer. In one smooth, practiced moment I unfurled my wings and leaped into the air. They beat the air once, and I shot higher up into the air, and I beat them again, flying higher.
Then there I was, soaring higher than the tips of the trees. I banked gently, hand grazing over the tips of the fir trees, the pine needles just brushing the palms of my hand. One habit I had while flying was holding my arms out to my sides, sucking in the wind and the air and the sun and the shine. I couldn't help showing off to the sparrows and robins that ducked around the air just like I did. I flipped, I twirled, I dropped into a sickening dive to the ocean and flattened out at the last moment, to bank and soar just above the water. I dropped my hands and they trailed through the water.
b l i s s
This form of biography is credited to the site Keep Walking and the idea of the form. The lyrics are from the song The Drug in Me is You by Falling In Reverse.
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