Post by I L Y I C H on Sept 1, 2011 13:41:49 GMT -5
paradox || is played by
ilyich, who's been roleplaying for 5 years who is 18 years old.
ilyich, who's been roleplaying for 5 years who is 18 years old.
no other charries
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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 Paradox Cain Torphline
However I prefer Pari or Cain
I've lived this hell for 4 years
I was born October 30th
I still have soul even though I'm alive (sort of)
I'm a canine
More specifically a Silver Fox
But I stand out from the rest because I'm a/an N/A
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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
Thin. Disturbingly thin. The man moves snake like and with a vicious motion. The fox holds his near anorexic frame in a constantly dull stance. Legs too far apart. Tail hanging limply. At first glance one sees a beggar. At the next a monster who's ginger eyes glow like hell's flame. In all honesty Paradox changes his motions at his every whim, and such things can not be predicted. The boy's very appearance show of a near psychotic edge to every day life. Nothing is normal. Nothing is layered. All is chaos.
Paradox is a silver fox and as such should have a finely layered thick pelt. Such normality is nonexistent. Normalcy itself is ripped to shreds. The fox protects his lean bone etched frame with a ragged unkempt layer of miss matched gray and black hairs. A mask encases him from the front, blackness leaking from his heart perhaps. The rumpled fur grows paler as it reaches back to touch his shoulders. Lighted by the moon he walks under, untouched by the blood clinging hidden to the black reaches of Paradox's under belly.
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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.
Blatantly insane. A loon. Absolutely bonkers. Paradox has no set frame of mind as they constantly change, differ, altered by some unseen and honestly unneeded force. It doesn't take much to send him in any direction. Paradox is a creature that can not be defined by words. Only his constantly changing actions. From a moment of deep deception the man can go to utter saintliness. But always his reactions are selfish. There is always a reason he is doing something and that reason is personal gain. Be that in information, trust or power. The boy is a complete narcissist and holds a fair amount of psychotic behavior.
Having a sever form of schizophrenia Paradox tends to see dead relatives or an apparition by the name of Devoid that he claims is real and loves obsessively. The boy has come to accept that what he sees hears or touches is not always true, but Devoid is a thing he will not concede upon. She is real. She is precious. And he will destroy anyone who says otherwise. Paradox speaks to her openly and ignores those who look at him oddly. Frankly the boy is absolutely horrid. He is a sadist who enjoys tormenting others. Due to his size he can not openly battle many, but he silently thwarts all.
Paradox is extremely perverse. He flirts with everyone and anyone. Flings are common to him, but he throws aside his lovers just as readily. People do not interest him. Psychology does however interest him a great deal. Pari takes great joy from picking minds and often stops to speak for hours with others asking seemingly meaningless questions. Cynical to a point Paradox just loves logic and loves even more to tear apart others with said logic. Needles to say he is an atheist and holds a deep grudge against religion.
Paradox is in fact deeply hateful. His anger is normally suppressed, and hidden behind a smile. But those eyes show all. Hatred leaks from him constantly. A vicious smug grin always resides on Paradox's mug. Childish and cruel, the fox takes great joy in making others uncomfortable. His easy control and sadistic temperament make him a hateful friend and a cruel lover. Violent and cold the man's snake grin can not be trusted. He himself can not be trusted at all. But he plays his games and skips in and out of lives as easily as wind.
With his disorder comes a twitch. A constant twitch that leads to his body jerk in odd random ways. His face, his legs, his tail. All such things snap and twist randomly about without his control. Such things he has also accepted. In fact he takes great amusement from the confusion on others faces.
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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.
Born to a normal family Paradox had little reason to leave. But he did. Just as any male would do. His childhood was spent learning, and twisting his mother around his little claw. Paradox had always had a deeply troubled mind,and has never been able to carry out relationships. Due to this he left at the age of one and never looked back. Guilt and interest are emotions he never felt in comparison to his mother and siblings. And so when his sister was killed trying to follow him, Paradox gave not a care. She was the stupid one that tried to follow. That had died. Poor little pathetic girl.
His life has evolved into that of any bachelor. He lives as he wishes and obsesses over what he wants. Paradox simply lives, and his little friends follow after. Devoid first began to appear to him at the age of 16 months and has never left sense. He is obsessed with her. She is the most important thing in his life and Paradox is deeply protective of his unreal love.
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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 strategy. word wars.
Though you may win at fighting. relationships.
Some of my personal fancies are psychology. navigation.
Though I hate swimming. relationships.
Keep that shit away from me! water.
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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.
They sat, side by side. Bodies almost touching. Emotions ran between them in slivers of pain and sparks of hate. So alike and so different. Two clay forms rolled from the same bed but fired at different temperatures. The siblings sat side by side, bodies shaking with grief. How much had changed in such short time. The gray formed woman turned bleak tawny eyes on him, her black coated brother. Everything was breaking she thought painfully, shaking her head piteously. He stared forward, blind silver eyes thick with his own self contained pain. So long had they rested together, been the others buoy. Everything was breaking, shifting on the ridges of an earthquake that would test them all.
"I hate you" the soft words tore what little heart she had left at that moment. Carska dropped her nose to the stone under her paws. The canyon stretched darkly out into the moonless night, and Daiade's dark form blended into it, as if the thing was devouring him. Stealing him away from her. She shuddered, terrorized into a state of near insanity. "I know" she sobbed, no longer even trying to hide it. "I know" So close, they had been so close. What had happened to them? Where had her heart gone? Running after Bidziil, that's where. But this wasn't his fault, it was hers and hers alone. She had wronged her brother, and forced him to see things his kind heart had broken under.
He listened dark with pained thoughts to her quiet words, spoken through tear jerked vocal cords. He'd done this to her. It was his fault, he hadn't been able to take it. So what now? Now he went back, turned his back on his sister and returned to the lion he now held so close? He was a coward, weak and pathetic. Just as they always thought. He had nothing left to give, he had broken his final heart string tonight. Oh Skoll what happened to us?
He stood painfully, his large body fighting to stay aloft as it so badly wished to crash to the ground and weep. He didn't care how stupid he looked, or how pathetic. He was worthless. Worthless. The only thing he could do now was torment and injure a pregnant woman. Oh yes he could smell it on her,and in the state she had approached him in he was willing to bet Bidziil had not taken the news very well at all. And still he left her. So leave her.
And he did.
She sat, her legs trembling under her by the double hurt she had suffered in the last few days time. Abandoned, that was the word. Terrified that Bidziil would truly love to watch the humans cart their pups away, and the horrible knowledge that she would never be able to look at him again if that happened. Tawny eyes fixated on the ground, reflecting what little light the stars had to offer. They where wet with tears she refused to let fall. She wouldn't cry over them. She wouldn't. But she couldn't help it that biting pressure. That stinging heat. So she relented, pressing herself into a pathetic ball at the top of the cliff, sniffling and trying not to think about what would happen if she where to just vanish.
She didn't want to think she was that useless.
"I hate you" the soft words tore what little heart she had left at that moment. Carska dropped her nose to the stone under her paws. The canyon stretched darkly out into the moonless night, and Daiade's dark form blended into it, as if the thing was devouring him. Stealing him away from her. She shuddered, terrorized into a state of near insanity. "I know" she sobbed, no longer even trying to hide it. "I know" So close, they had been so close. What had happened to them? Where had her heart gone? Running after Bidziil, that's where. But this wasn't his fault, it was hers and hers alone. She had wronged her brother, and forced him to see things his kind heart had broken under.
He listened dark with pained thoughts to her quiet words, spoken through tear jerked vocal cords. He'd done this to her. It was his fault, he hadn't been able to take it. So what now? Now he went back, turned his back on his sister and returned to the lion he now held so close? He was a coward, weak and pathetic. Just as they always thought. He had nothing left to give, he had broken his final heart string tonight. Oh Skoll what happened to us?
He stood painfully, his large body fighting to stay aloft as it so badly wished to crash to the ground and weep. He didn't care how stupid he looked, or how pathetic. He was worthless. Worthless. The only thing he could do now was torment and injure a pregnant woman. Oh yes he could smell it on her,and in the state she had approached him in he was willing to bet Bidziil had not taken the news very well at all. And still he left her. So leave her.
And he did.
She sat, her legs trembling under her by the double hurt she had suffered in the last few days time. Abandoned, that was the word. Terrified that Bidziil would truly love to watch the humans cart their pups away, and the horrible knowledge that she would never be able to look at him again if that happened. Tawny eyes fixated on the ground, reflecting what little light the stars had to offer. They where wet with tears she refused to let fall. She wouldn't cry over them. She wouldn't. But she couldn't help it that biting pressure. That stinging heat. So she relented, pressing herself into a pathetic ball at the top of the cliff, sniffling and trying not to think about what would happen if she where to just vanish.
She didn't want to think she was that useless.
