Meh, I'm gonna do more slice-of-life as I can get it in SK. Screw all the stories, as usual, and off we go!
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Apps [One character per account, and your FAVORITE character to use in an RP or fanfict. If you had multiple variants of a character, I'll choose the version I like best].
Name :
Race :
Gender :
Age :
Personality :
Appearance :
Tends to wear [usual outfit(s), what kind of armor and weaponry, and any objects like glasses, hearing aids, etc.] :
Bio :
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Alright, a prologue to give you guys a rough idea of the style I'll be writing in.
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Prologue :
"Hm, what would you make of it?"
"This? Possibly a crepe, but it reminds me of a croissant, oddly enough."
"An eclair, maybe?"
"More like a cross of all three..."
A two pairs of eyes were staring at a queer pastry sitting on the table. True to their speculation, the oddity looked like a cross between an eclair, a crepe, and a croissant all put together. The signature crescent shape of the croissant gave an impression, but the smaller end had a bit of chocolate cream trailing out, and the top was drizzled with chocolate frosting. It looked quite like an eclair, albeit a very...distinct eclair. But what was really confusing was the texture of the bread, which was in the likeness of a pancake, but only an eighth of the width.
One pair of eyes, a distinct amber-brown color, had squinted intensely at the thing in curiosity. A sigh came, and only one pair of milky jade eyes was left to behold the queer thing, which had sat upon a clean, white plate. Eventually, the other pair of eyes, too, left, and the pastry was left alone to display itself to no one.
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Outside, the two girls were walking through the cobbled streets of downtown Moorcroft, huddling next to each other to provide warmth in the supernaturally cold air. Their boots clapped against the solid stone, creating eerie echoes that came from every which way.
Yet, despite this spooky presence, it didn't faze them in the slightest.
The Moorcroft estate, as well as its neighboring provinces, were all free to roam. The Devilites were in the middle of holiday work season, and so they couldn't come out to hassle the girls. The glorgos had recently been cleaned out, and the punishment was deemed too inefficient for the fiend society. Rather, the lazy workers would be sent to the Lockdown arenas, a much more entertaining fate. Of course, the occasional Trojan stared intently at the girls, but Moorcroft was otherwise empty. Most of the employees, including Montague, had taken the time off, trusting their work to a temporary 12-day shift of Knights. They had all gone to rest at their Keeps, and so the fiend world, for once, was relatively peaceful.
The two girls had recently left a bakery, owned by none other than a former Champion of the Order. The young man there had been befuddled by his own odd creations, and the girls, newcomers to the store, were asked to try it out. Unfortunately, they left behind that one pastry, and didn't bother to touch it; they were full from the hundreds of samples to try.
As they were making their way towards the elevator, the green-eyed girl stopped, and opened up her HUD. A small message popped up, the subject saying [Re : The Prom]. She tapped it, and smiled at the message. The only two words reflecting her eyes was : "I'll go."
She closed her HUD, and then whispered into the other girl's ear. Snickers and giggles arose, and the girls left Moorcroft in good spirits.
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Vin, the bakery owner, sighed as he set his eyes upon the half-delectable, half-mortifying invention he had made with his own hands. It was, like the girls said, a cross between three pastries, but it was unique in itself. He pulled out a fork from the drawer behind the cash register, and cut a piece for himself. After mouthing the words of a certain prayer, he took a bite, and immediately regretted it.
Chocolate practically exploded in his mouth, covering his tongue in a flurry of distate. Then the too-sweet whipped cream made him cringe, and only the bland, salty crepe-bread could take him out of the frying pan, and into the fire. He spat the disgusting the concoction out, and trashed the pastry.
He was a better sous chef than baker, after all.
wait what's the application thingy for then? :3 hmmmm @a@...i'll wait for a reply befor i delete this lol ^^"
Name : Nai
Race : 1/2 human 1/2 spirit
Gender : male
Age : 16 approximately in appearance
Personality : a bipolar personality. most of the time he is very nice, friendly and patient, but quite clumsy. (If pushed to a corner he can become very dangerous and agressive but this is in very rare occasions--he will bite lawl.) and most of all: VERY childish no matter the personality. people would confuse his personality as one of a pet: adorable almost all the time, but it can bite if scared!
Appearance : a very cute face, almost like a doll, many times one cannot tell if he's either a girl or boy, almost transparent ice blue eyes with some pink/violet/ light yellow reflections. not too tall, even a bit small in stature for his "age" very pale fair skin, whitish hair with slight rainbow like ends, his hair reaches his neck but not long enough to reach the shoulders. ((((his hair is usually a total mess)))) slightly long nails in his hands, reminding oneself a bit of a cat. he gets sometimes even mistaken for a girl :O!
Tends to wear [usual outfit(s), what kind of armor and weaponry, and any objects like glasses, hearing aids, etc.] : he likes to wear comfortable clothes such as: pijamas, cloack, clothing too big for him, sweaters, sweat pants, ect...he usually only wears socks or is barefoot. he uses glasses sometimes, usually upon waking up or for going to sleep lr while watching tv/reading books...ect.. ( he plainly doesnt see well from afar or up close and doesnt tend to recognise people easily: so yeah he has a very bad vision overall but he doesnt like people knowing of his incapability so he usually wears contacts during the day)
Bio : he has lost his memories when he was around the age of five, where he found himself alone, without parents or friends. A master of Martial Arts and other combat styles found him and trained him for 4 years without rest. One day when he collapsed from training somewhere nearby the bridge, a kind old lady found him and took care of him. However, he still continued training with his old Master...Ever since that day he has been living with the elder lady and calls her "grandma." His master and Grandmother dont get along well with each other as one forces Nai to train until exhaustion and the other cares for him most of all in the world.