Post by Kasper on Sept 9, 2011 22:54:28 GMT -5
twenty-twelve || is played by
kasper, who's been roleplaying for four years who is private years old.
kasper, who's been roleplaying for four years who is private years old.
other charrehs ||
I. Golem the American Bully is a work in progress.
II. Morpheus the Eighth Generation Mutt is a work in progress.
II. Morpheus the Eighth Generation Mutt is a work in progress.
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When no one's wearing their real face, it's a white-out of emotion,
And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall.
What they call me is Twenty-o-Twelve.
However I prefer 2012 or Death.
I've lived this hell for four years now.
I was born December 25.
I still have soul even though I'm alive.
I'm a proud canine.
More specifically a Neapolitan Mastiff.
But I stand out from the rest because I'm a/an regular dog, though they mistake me for a demon.
My alliances lie with Cosa Nostra.
And my rank among them is hit-man if they'll allow me within their ranks.
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When the loving letters fade, it's like moving in slow-motion,
And we're already too late if we arrive at all
write 100 words worth of appearance
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And then we're caught up in the arms race on involuntary addiction,
And we're shedding every value our mothers taught.
150 words worth of personality
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So will you please show me your real face, Draw the line in the horizon,
'Cause I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought.
( OPTIONAL )150 words worth of history here
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When I thought that I fought this war alone, you were there by my side, on the front line.
And we thought to believe the impossible.
I'm the strongest at strengths
Though you may win at weaknesses
Some of my personal fancies are Likes
Though I hate Dislike
Keep that shit away from me! Fears
Password read the rules c:
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When I thought that I fought this war alone, we were one with our destinies entwined.
When I thought that I fought without a cause, you gave me a reason why.
This is set through Golem's eyes - not 2012s, just keep that in mind.
Plump rain steadily fell, dripping off the slanted buildings. The plethora of monuments spread throughout the city looked as if they were crying, stuck forever in a single position with little interaction that didn't consist of simple staring. Perhaps they yearned for excitement, or change to their bland life full of stone. Others appeared to be spilling out all their innards, their various crevasses caused by the End filling to the brim until said action happens. It would have been a depressing sight if Golem wasn't accustomed to such things; sadness, emptiness, and morbidity where the black-blue canines forte. As he padded along the paved paths, he contemplated the complexity of a statue's ability to comprehend the actions around them – if they could such a thing. The humans never ceased to present further marvels that one could venture into and never even break the surface of. This made Golem pleased. Attempting to break into the mechanics of human creations exercised his mind, taking it off of the horrors of the day that he caused a bit of. Of course 2012 causes a bit of havoc, but his is always unplanned and unorganized which often leads to trouble. Golem always planned each attack to the finest detail, preferring preparation over anything. - - Work in progress just for you guys!