Post by Umehito Nekozawa on Sept 26, 2011 1:18:38 GMT -5
OOC Name: Martamis
Character Name: Umehito Nekozawa
Age: 17
Gender: male
Role-play Sample:
His feet walked the dark forgotten corridor without noise. A smile reflected against the dim candle light glowing from the elegant candelabra in his hand. The sound of the building’s soul was music to him, the walls drowned out the everyday chatter of the other students; leaving only the sound of creeks and the occasional grinding gear. The other students and faculty where unaware of the passages that led through the body of the school, giving the youth the dark solace that he needed.
Nekozawa looked at Beelzenef as he heard a loud sound pour from one of the corridors. His smile grew, he heard the noise several times in the past, it seemed the Host Club was well active and busy. A loud, crooked noise somewhere between a demonic meow and a full grow could be heard, as the candle light flickered, almost in fear itself. “Host Club.” His eyes covered by the black wig, looked down at the demonic puppet. “It seems today will be more entertaining then I thought.” The eerie noise could be heard again as his pace almost quickened with a odd since of enjoyment. Maybe today will be the day. New members are always welcome to the Black Magic Club.
His cold fingers grasped the handle to the seldom noticed door, opening it just a crack. He grimised a little as light poured though the crack. They always keep it so bright in there. Why? The dark was much more comforting then the harsh, unforgiving light. A smile escaped his face, as it seem darkness itself escaped from out the now halfway opened door, dimming the area near the frame. “The dark is always more comfortable, and with it comes mystery and spirit’s call.” His words where cold and easily audible, as Beelzenef emerged first from the door then Nekozawa. He wasn’t sure why people feared the dark or the ideas that it brought. As he stepped out of the door the lights flickered and dimmed, almost going out completely around him.
Secret Code: Daruma Doll Fell Over.
Character Name: Umehito Nekozawa
Age: 17
Gender: male
Role-play Sample:
His feet walked the dark forgotten corridor without noise. A smile reflected against the dim candle light glowing from the elegant candelabra in his hand. The sound of the building’s soul was music to him, the walls drowned out the everyday chatter of the other students; leaving only the sound of creeks and the occasional grinding gear. The other students and faculty where unaware of the passages that led through the body of the school, giving the youth the dark solace that he needed.
Nekozawa looked at Beelzenef as he heard a loud sound pour from one of the corridors. His smile grew, he heard the noise several times in the past, it seemed the Host Club was well active and busy. A loud, crooked noise somewhere between a demonic meow and a full grow could be heard, as the candle light flickered, almost in fear itself. “Host Club.” His eyes covered by the black wig, looked down at the demonic puppet. “It seems today will be more entertaining then I thought.” The eerie noise could be heard again as his pace almost quickened with a odd since of enjoyment. Maybe today will be the day. New members are always welcome to the Black Magic Club.
His cold fingers grasped the handle to the seldom noticed door, opening it just a crack. He grimised a little as light poured though the crack. They always keep it so bright in there. Why? The dark was much more comforting then the harsh, unforgiving light. A smile escaped his face, as it seem darkness itself escaped from out the now halfway opened door, dimming the area near the frame. “The dark is always more comfortable, and with it comes mystery and spirit’s call.” His words where cold and easily audible, as Beelzenef emerged first from the door then Nekozawa. He wasn’t sure why people feared the dark or the ideas that it brought. As he stepped out of the door the lights flickered and dimmed, almost going out completely around him.
Secret Code: Daruma Doll Fell Over.