Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2014 10:54:04 GMT -7
Taiki Endo
Taiki Endo Ten Neutral Taiki Love (ANY) FACE CLAIM: Kaname Takasato ANIMANGA: The Twelve Kingdoms GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 4' 7" WEIGHT: 80 lb APPEARANCE Kaiki is an average height, slightly underweight boy for his age. His skin is marred neither with tattoos nor scars nor piercings. He has large, inquisitive grey eyes, thin eyebrows, and long, silky black hair. His hands are small and delicate, adding to the apperance of frailty. LIKES
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HISTORY Taiki was the middle child in the family. When his little sister, the youngest, became ill in infancy and passed away, his parents turned their every attention to the eldest, Taiki's brother Sam. Feeling left out, Taiki grew distant, always finding others to fulfill the canyons of need he had created in himself. Perhaps misplaced, he turned his energies towards academic achievement in his early school days, but his forlorn nature couldn't divide his parent's attention. Feeling misunderstood and rejected, he wandered the life of a pity party. MEMBER NAME: Determinant AGE: 29 OTHER CHARACTERS: -- ROLEPLAY SAMPLE This is from another site for a different character: The crunching of devored asphalt and the rythmic pounding of pelting rain, rumbling of the machine, vibrations from the road; white noise. Hurtled forwards, the highway yawned behind in the seclusion of the private, quiet suede and leather carpeted atmosphere. A triple beep, long and ominous, its message dwarfed by the sky cracking its knuckles in a vibrant flash beyond. Cars lunged past, trailing reds and yellows in slow exposure light trails through the void of the night. Beyond, the city roosted, dressed in an earth-bound starry dress of twinkling, gridded lights. The night slept. The rolling of garage doors was muffled in cadency of palpitating downpour, dripping tidy columns of miniature waterfalls that followed the length of the vechicle inwards like tonsils, until at last, the car rested in the dry belly of the garage. The moonlight withdrew as the house's gaping mouth quietly retreated into hibernation once more, full. The muted drizzle echoed Grayson's shrouded thoughts in the obscure, still blackness. The cries of agnst and agony amidst the brioled emergencies of the day were drowned in the silent vacuum of frigid concrete flooring, somber gray brick walls, rigid wooden shelving. Though he gazed at his hands, it was too dark to see them, but through the musk of the dreary weather and the keen scent of cypress, his heart stilled. The back door was a crack of light; the darkness retreated. He paused to take off his shoes at the door, the crinkling of a paper bag and the click of the lock being pulled closed were his only audible companions. Inside, the glow of green digits and the tiny flares of LED light indicators punched pockets of illumination through the twilight of the quiescent house. His footsteps were hushed in the plush bedroom carpet that warmed the glacial homestead. The scent of sleep was a sense of peace. Rain beat a drowsy melody on the windows, on the roof, on the tin gutters; trees shivered the the breeze and conformed their branches to the direction of the gusts; streaks of white occasionally peppered the celestial darkness outside. But inside, it was dry, it was quiet. He'd put his shoes and the bag in the master bedroom closet. As he stood in the threshold of the bath room, he looked out to the bed. His steady fingers fumbled on the buttons of his shirt and pants, folded them, stacked them in the hamper. In briefs and cotton shirt, he shivered as he approached his wife's side. Bending over where she would normally be, he gingerly hunted for her arms, attempted to slip a stuffed penguin approximately two feet tall between them, and tried to brush her hair away from her face and press a kiss to her forehead. The penguin's tag : 'Sigmund'. His suck up gift. |
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