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 Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 1:10 pm
seasonal rp!
with the seasonal changes,[based on the climate im in] follows the setting. otherwise, its like yor neigborhood park. follow the rules of the guild, but otherwise its just a place to hang out and maybe even meet people you dont normaly see otherwise. enjoy.
this park includes:
a play area like any other recreational park, woods, a lake, benches, water fountains, 2 gazeebos, open fields, and a snack area.
cool breezes blowing in from the sound, lawns and trees lushy green, and everything in full bloom. warm to hot tempurtures and light to heavy rain fall every so often
post:
name-
age-
description/apperence-
bio[optional]-
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 3:59 am
name- Kenchi
Gender- Male
age- 19
description/apperence- Short thick jet black hair with sea blue eyes stands 6 fooot 1 and is skinny Wearing the clothes my avi is minus tail, muzzle and sword and add a pair of slik shades.
bio[optional]- Wonders the streets of the city looking for a family to take him in his clothes taken from his dead father after he was murdered nether his mother nor father left him anything to survive on he went into massive debt and eventualy hade his house and all possession repoed.
Personality- does not easily trust people and is very shy around girls
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 2:16 pm
name- Izzy
age- 17
description/apperence- She has long flowing curly red hair. She's had vibrant green eyes.
bio[optional]- not much is know. She's been in the clinic twice but doesn't seem so. She's quite energetic, and an only child. Her father is a lawyer and her mother is a stay at home mom.((there for she's pretty rich))
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 2:20 pm
Izzy is walking alone in the park. Her hair is pulled to one side.She is dragging her feet. As she looks up she notices a man with torn clothing ((being Kenchi)). At first she is weary of him,but soon she is worried for him....
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 4:58 pm
Kenchi sat against a tree and watched the leaves as the fell "A thing of beauty" Kenchi said looking over to Izzy his gaze quickly turned to the sky "Can i trust her?" Kenchi wondered silently
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:25 pm
Izzy look back towards the guy. She didn't know him and all she could hear iin her mind was ' now honey you know you're not supposed to talk to strangers' ((lol)). She ignored her conscience ans walked towards the man. She looked him square in the eye until she got his attention...
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:47 pm
((lol how many times do we get told that??)) Kenchi looked at Izzy she wanted his attention and she got it
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:53 pm
(( eyah wicked lol))" Izzy spoke softly "Ummm," Izzy thoguht "My names' Izzy... what's yours?"(( i gtg soon))
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:56 pm
(( awww ok )) Kenchi stared at the gilr trying to figure out if he could trust her or not "What do you want?" Kenchi asked with a small hint of fear in his voice
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:04 pm
Izzy sighed... "Well from the view of a bystander you seem like you need something, like you wantsoemthigns oo bad but you don't have the resources. Like your a sadd puppy trying to return to his owner who have moove onto a nother worl.. you look like you really could use soemthing... like a dog out in the rain.." Izzy stoped (gtg bye!)
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:12 pm
Kenchi just stared at the girl she almost described his needs to the letter she was right he did need something...he needed a family he needed somewere to call home he needed a bath "its not your problem" Kenchi muttered barley above a whisper
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:58 pm
name: Jason
age: 21
appearance: 5'11"; short black hair; warm, yet vaguely lonely grayish-blue eyes; dark brown, loose-fitting jacket; simple jeans; worn shoes
personality: willing to give his trust, regardless of past tragedy; kind and caring; protective of close friends; has a carefree air around him
Leans on the railing of one of the gazebos, calmly looking up at the reddening leaves. A faint smile from past memories drifts onto his face. He briefly acknowledges the presence of two others, but slowly goes back to the artistry nature in its perfectly broken symmetry.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 4:11 am
Name: Skyler
Age: 17
Appearance : 5'6", size 8 pants, d cup, limes green/yellowy eyes, dirty blonde hair with neon purple tips. her face is sort of round, but has a definate shape to it because of her jawline. small defined chin thats usualy coverd by her left hand in a slumped over thinking pose. septum peircing, 1 cartledge, and 4 regular peircings, gaged variously. has the outline of a star-shaped scar on the are of her left hand in btwn her forefinger and thumb. wears a lot of silver braclets, and 2 silver rings on her right hand[class ring = ring finger, pinky ring = ..pinky. sweatdrop ] wears a blue vanician heart necklace on a tri silver rope chain, hair usualy up in a twist with bangs on the right side of her face. wears mirrored sunglasses like a head band, and dreses in artsy/ rocker clothes. a clear art student.
Other: favorite color is neon purple, and her emotions switch back and forth from extreamly shy and distant to extreamly escentric and bubbley, depending on her mood. shes studying to become a marine biologist. some of her hobbies include sketching, painting by the lake, skateboarding, singing, and random danceing.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 4:15 am
softly singing 'tainted love' by the clash, skyler sets up her canvas by a tree near one of the gazeebos. noticing someone inside, she smiled and called to him. "hey,! would you mind sitting in there for about an hour while i paint? i think youd give the scene an extra little something smile "
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 12:46 pm
An artist. . . he thinks. How grand.
"Sure," he called back. He walks into the gazebo and takes a seat, letting his gaze drift, so he could still see the artist from the corner of his eyes.
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