Post by lecrae on Mar 13, 2013 0:14:32 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] ADRIEN LECRAE DIALLO  ------------------------------------------------- FULL NAME adrien lecrae diallo. NICKNAMES lecrae, lecraezy. AGE twenty-two. GENDER male. BIRTHDAY september 4, 1990 SPECIES warlock. ALLIANCE neutral. SEXUALITY heterosexual. ------------------------------------------------- PLAY-BY adonis bosso. EYES purple-colored, almond-shaped. HAIR black hair, short-cut or shaved, rough and coarse. occasionally has a designed shaved in. BODY TYPE athletic, muscular body. HEIGHT six foot three inches. WEIGHT one hundred sixty two pounds. DISTINGUISHING FEATURES his right eye is slightly bigger than his left. he has tattoos of wings on the front of his shoulders. has a septum (or a “bull nose” piercing). he has a few dents or dimples in his face as well. his ears are also pierced. STYLE lecrae does not like to dress quite as flashily as his siblings. he likes the casual wear, jeans, shorts, hoodies and sneakers. but he does have an eye for fashion, and will stylishly add scarves or whatever. he tends to stay in touch with nature in some way. liking to have some sort of pattern resembling nature or some sort of fur. maybe a sharktooth necklace or something. he wears earrings as well, and keeps his septum in. he wears beanies constantly, as they are his signature. sometimes jean jackets. he also likes pointy, black boots. long, hanging coats are also part of his favorites during the winter. he’ll be seen in any color, though, mostly neutrals with a splash of color. ------------------------------------------------- LIKES
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OVERALL lecrae is a little bit wild when out with friends or at a social event, which is why he is nicknamed lecraezy. he likes to enjoy himself and have a good time, living his life to the fullest or however he really sees fit. he often is moving around, when he speaks or when a good beat comes on. he dislikes sad situations and is the guy that is either ignoring it and not caring, or trying to make light of the situation and quickly brush past it. he wouldn’t be known as the life of the party, but he does know how to bring it when he needs to. in his free time, he enjoys reading poetry, playing or watching sports, being out in nature, and playing some magical pranks on some humans and whatnot. he enjoys the occasional magic trick. he spends a lot of time by himself or with his cat, but that’s just because it helps him focus on his magic. when he’s not with rama or with his friends, he is with his family. his family is one of the most important things in his life, and he has a close relationship with them. big family reunions are his favorite, as everyone gets together and has the traditional ceremony wherein they celebrate their powers and reconvene as one big family. not to mention the food. lecrae loves the food and is often seen eating something or another, snacking. just about anything. anyone that knows lecrae would say that he is a boy with an open mind, a hard head, and a wish for danger. he’s pretty fearless and reckless. and when he sets his mind on something, there is not a whole lot that can be done to change it. ------------------------------------------------- MOTHER safiétou diallo (née yade), witch, alive. FATHER drissa diallo, warlock, alive. SIBLINGS kandia diallo (sister), rokia diallo (sister) OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE fanta diallo (female cousin) ETHNICITY senegalese, malien, french (african) WEALTH STATUS middle class, his family makes more than enough to get by. OVERALL the diallos and the yades have a long history. they go way back, which means that they are a long line of magical beings. there have been some instances of mixed blood, but for the most part, the families present remain somewhere between 95% and 99.9% pure. through the ages, the diallos and yades families have grown in their power and gifted the next generations with unusual powers or, at least, prerequisites for certain abilities. the diallos are particularly excelled in the art of divination and fortune-telling, while the yades are attuned to more psychic abilities. lecrae has not made majorly significant advances in the more psychic field of his maternal family, however his foresight abilities have grown significantly with all of the work and meditation that he has put into it in his twenty-two years. he still continues to practice, hoping that someday the other abilities will come with ease without aid of so many spells. lecrae was born to drissa and safiétou diallo on september 4, 1990. he was the first born, and the next children were his two younger sisters, kandia and rokia. at the time of his birth however, his aunt melodie had a daughter and named her fanta. fanta and lecrae grew up together and were more like best friends than cousins. despite the fact that they spent a little time away from each other between the ages of seventeen and twenty-one, the two of them are still extremely close. lecrae doesn’t currently live with his parents, but he is involved in the family business of fortune-telling and helping other species with whatever spells and protection that they might need. the help comes at a nice price. during the days he works at the library. |
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NAME/ALIAS zada.
AGE n/a.
TIME ZONE est.
HOW YOU FOUND US recommended by cam
OTHER CHARACTERS no one else.
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[/div]NAME/ALIAS zada.
AGE n/a.
TIME ZONE est.
HOW YOU FOUND US recommended by cam
OTHER CHARACTERS no one else.
RP SAMPLE
They were like a ticking time bomb it seemed. Everything about them had led up to this point. Dorian wasn’t the type of person to think about the future, to think about days to come outside of planning what he was going to do after school with friends. Time often crept up on him. Actually, that’s what drove him to be here, in Dirge, he supposed. Taking too long to flee his apartment because he thought he had enough time to search for his favorite pair of earrings. Or maybe it started earlier than that. Maybe he’d spent too much time staring when Lee Meredith had propositioned him in the car, or blushing bashfully when the other boy’s hand had started to roam up his thigh. At which point, Dorian should have said that “it wasn’t the right time” or that they “didn’t have the time” and they could “set up a schedule, or continue tomorrow during his break during his shift at Arby’s or something.” But he didn’t; it wasn’t in his personality to say something like that. He was too caught in the moment to care.
Maybe it had started even before all that. Dorian didn’t know, and he didn’t care, not liking to concern himself with the past as much as the future. It wasn’t like he could remember much further than that anyway; it was all kind of hazy.
Dorian was dead now. Time didn’t matter. It was more of a distance concept, less of a reality. There was no need to race through life trying to live as much as you could, make your heart beat as much as it could and as fast as it could before it stopped. There was an eternity of time to do anything and everything. It took Dorian a few weeks to realize that, that he could slow down. If he wanted. He could stop for a moment and breathe, pay attention to everyday every day and not live like he had to make every day count for something. He could spend a day simply noticing the length of Pluto’s eyelashes, committing the curve of his nose to memory. Dorian could spend a day at a time getting to know Pluto’s body, have hand-holding be enough to last a while.
But everything about that seemed like filler time. Like those few minutes on the clock that were showed during a movie to prove to the audience that time was still continuing, that it wasn’t frozen. It was just a long wait until those last few seconds and then explosion. Dorian didn’t like waiting. He was impatient and liked to watch fireworks happen. He didn’t take pleasure out of hearing the crackling sounds, watching the flame travel to the explosive. However, with Pluto, it was different. His stomach did flips and his breathing either hitched or was held when the other was near. The shivers that tickled his nerves and made the hairs on his arms stand were welcomed. Instead of letting himself have one go through all of the anxious tortures, and heading straight towards the real business, Dorian wanted to experience the butterflies and the blushing again and again. Maybe the more he waited, the bigger the explosion.
Dorian enjoyed the flirtatious comments, the moments when he’d catch Pluto staring and he’d be caught staring. They may have left his stomach stirred, given his nerves an extra jumpiness, but he liked it. He wasn’t content with their relationship just staying the way it was. His stomach needed to be settled. He was fine with them going at the pace they were going. It was only a matter of time for the both of them to blow.
Dorian hadn’t expected them to blow so soon. Although, as they brushed against each other, he couldn’t see this night going in any other direction. They’d been, for lack of a better word, dancing around this whole…whatever it was since he’d first come into the room and told Pluto that he had an appreciation for the male genitalia and if he had a problem, he could suck it, and Pluto had replied in a similarly. But a person, two people could only call each other baby and babe and whatever other variation for so long before it started to mean something. What started as a slip of the tongue, became a joke, and then started to pull at Dorian’s heartstrings. His heart always lurched in his chest, his wings started fluttering and the corners of his mouth always seemed to twitch upwards into a smile. Sometimes the genie caught him off guard, and made him do silly things, stumble into things, drop things, forget everything.
Dorian wondered if Pluto ever noticed those occasional times, when he’d slipped, but then suddenly had a rapid boost of energy and began to do things at a quicker pace, and the blush rising to his cheeks as he did them. Of course Pluto noticed, how could he not notice something like that? Over simple words. As they were dancing, Dorian wondered if Pluto felt the hum in his chest, the thrumming that didn’t belong to the music, but to his heart, or the way his stomach tightened when their bodies rocked into each other. He wondered if Pluto heard the breathless sigh that departed from his lips when their hips met, or if he did well in playing it off like it was a lyric from the song.
Mouthing the words to the song became all sorts of purposeful. He was no longer doing it because he liked the song, but because it distracted him from the way Pluto was drawing him closer, sucking him into his orbit, and exploring the way down his back to his hips and swell of his ass. And then they were too close for Dorian to have his arms around the genie, and instead he rested his hands on his shoulders, and raised his eyebrow suggestively at Pluto, who’d begun to look too irresistible the closer he got. And his mouth was formulating the next string of words that he could care less about, the more the situation got out of control. The timer was reaching its last few seconds and the butterflies appeared in the pit of his stomach and Pluto was everywhere around him. His mouth formed the word kiss, and for a moment he was confused. There was no “kiss” in this part of the song, why would there
and then Pluto’s lips were on his. His arm was completely around Dorian’s narrow frame, pulling him closer and closer, drawing them together like magnets. A sound emerged from the back of Dorian’s throat, a low sound, like a continuation of the lyrics that had died on his tongue or a sound of approval. Dorian didn’t take long to respond, because fucking finally that hot mouth was on his and he’d been more than ready. He grasped Pluto’s jaw, wanting to make the kiss last for days, until they were nearly deprived of oxygen. And then the music was fading off or to the next song, Dorian wasn’t sure but it left the room in a sort of silence, save for the wet sounds of their mouths coming together and fabric rubbing against fabric and flesh and coming undone. The kiss ended faster than he’d preferred, but the contact between them didn’t break, using the oxygen break as a time to explore. Before long, their lips were merged once more and it wasn’t just hands exploring but tongues too, and the hours of the night passed while they drew breath and sighs from each other’s lips.
Maybe it had started even before all that. Dorian didn’t know, and he didn’t care, not liking to concern himself with the past as much as the future. It wasn’t like he could remember much further than that anyway; it was all kind of hazy.
Dorian was dead now. Time didn’t matter. It was more of a distance concept, less of a reality. There was no need to race through life trying to live as much as you could, make your heart beat as much as it could and as fast as it could before it stopped. There was an eternity of time to do anything and everything. It took Dorian a few weeks to realize that, that he could slow down. If he wanted. He could stop for a moment and breathe, pay attention to everyday every day and not live like he had to make every day count for something. He could spend a day simply noticing the length of Pluto’s eyelashes, committing the curve of his nose to memory. Dorian could spend a day at a time getting to know Pluto’s body, have hand-holding be enough to last a while.
But everything about that seemed like filler time. Like those few minutes on the clock that were showed during a movie to prove to the audience that time was still continuing, that it wasn’t frozen. It was just a long wait until those last few seconds and then explosion. Dorian didn’t like waiting. He was impatient and liked to watch fireworks happen. He didn’t take pleasure out of hearing the crackling sounds, watching the flame travel to the explosive. However, with Pluto, it was different. His stomach did flips and his breathing either hitched or was held when the other was near. The shivers that tickled his nerves and made the hairs on his arms stand were welcomed. Instead of letting himself have one go through all of the anxious tortures, and heading straight towards the real business, Dorian wanted to experience the butterflies and the blushing again and again. Maybe the more he waited, the bigger the explosion.
Dorian enjoyed the flirtatious comments, the moments when he’d catch Pluto staring and he’d be caught staring. They may have left his stomach stirred, given his nerves an extra jumpiness, but he liked it. He wasn’t content with their relationship just staying the way it was. His stomach needed to be settled. He was fine with them going at the pace they were going. It was only a matter of time for the both of them to blow.
Dorian hadn’t expected them to blow so soon. Although, as they brushed against each other, he couldn’t see this night going in any other direction. They’d been, for lack of a better word, dancing around this whole…whatever it was since he’d first come into the room and told Pluto that he had an appreciation for the male genitalia and if he had a problem, he could suck it, and Pluto had replied in a similarly. But a person, two people could only call each other baby and babe and whatever other variation for so long before it started to mean something. What started as a slip of the tongue, became a joke, and then started to pull at Dorian’s heartstrings. His heart always lurched in his chest, his wings started fluttering and the corners of his mouth always seemed to twitch upwards into a smile. Sometimes the genie caught him off guard, and made him do silly things, stumble into things, drop things, forget everything.
Dorian wondered if Pluto ever noticed those occasional times, when he’d slipped, but then suddenly had a rapid boost of energy and began to do things at a quicker pace, and the blush rising to his cheeks as he did them. Of course Pluto noticed, how could he not notice something like that? Over simple words. As they were dancing, Dorian wondered if Pluto felt the hum in his chest, the thrumming that didn’t belong to the music, but to his heart, or the way his stomach tightened when their bodies rocked into each other. He wondered if Pluto heard the breathless sigh that departed from his lips when their hips met, or if he did well in playing it off like it was a lyric from the song.
Mouthing the words to the song became all sorts of purposeful. He was no longer doing it because he liked the song, but because it distracted him from the way Pluto was drawing him closer, sucking him into his orbit, and exploring the way down his back to his hips and swell of his ass. And then they were too close for Dorian to have his arms around the genie, and instead he rested his hands on his shoulders, and raised his eyebrow suggestively at Pluto, who’d begun to look too irresistible the closer he got. And his mouth was formulating the next string of words that he could care less about, the more the situation got out of control. The timer was reaching its last few seconds and the butterflies appeared in the pit of his stomach and Pluto was everywhere around him. His mouth formed the word kiss, and for a moment he was confused. There was no “kiss” in this part of the song, why would there
and then Pluto’s lips were on his. His arm was completely around Dorian’s narrow frame, pulling him closer and closer, drawing them together like magnets. A sound emerged from the back of Dorian’s throat, a low sound, like a continuation of the lyrics that had died on his tongue or a sound of approval. Dorian didn’t take long to respond, because fucking finally that hot mouth was on his and he’d been more than ready. He grasped Pluto’s jaw, wanting to make the kiss last for days, until they were nearly deprived of oxygen. And then the music was fading off or to the next song, Dorian wasn’t sure but it left the room in a sort of silence, save for the wet sounds of their mouths coming together and fabric rubbing against fabric and flesh and coming undone. The kiss ended faster than he’d preferred, but the contact between them didn’t break, using the oxygen break as a time to explore. Before long, their lips were merged once more and it wasn’t just hands exploring but tongues too, and the hours of the night passed while they drew breath and sighs from each other’s lips.
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