Post by samuelala on Mar 15, 2013 18:47:47 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;] Samuel Evander Ala  ------------------------------------------------- HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW? "The name is Samuel Evander Ala. However if I were to deem you lucky enough, which let me add that I won't, you could call me Sam. I've been roaming these boring towns for quite some time now, near three hundred years I'd say and might I add that you humans are boring. Of course I don't look the part no, that's the luck of the thing. To the average man I look around 28 maybe 30 or so. I'm a demon, yes you heard right, no need to clean your ears. I even believe the role suits me rather well. Don't go thinking I burn churches and like to tear apart hookers for a good time though, not exactly my style. I do indulge in a bit of mischief now and then but more or less I stick to myself with the occasional Filicide. " SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF. There was a man named Andrew Scott whom I saw in the movie 'Dead Bodies' back in 2003. I have to admit, he and I bore a striking resemblance though I do believe my chin is more robust than his. We had the same deep brown Almond shaped eyes, though rounder than one would usually expect, and my own seem to look rather tired from time to time. My own hair doesn't hold much to be desired, the black is a dull hue and the locks themselves tend to be thin tufts of fluff more than anything else. I keep it short since it is such a disappointment. I believe I'm more fit than mister Scott, I have some toning to my body and try my best to stay in shape where he simply looks......average. Who wants that? No one obviously. I do my best to look my best wherever I am, I'm a superior creature and as that I need to look the part. I wear button ups daily and if I can't find a clean blazer than I wear cardigans, it's just how it works. I've never worn a t-shirt in my whole existence and I'm proud of that" I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER! I've been around a long time, it tends to be hard to find things that I can confide in. I'm rather proud of my ability to remain rather civil aside from the occasional child slaughter for energy. I've always loved simply walking, traveling and gawking at the idiots who roam about, the way that the air smells exactly twelve minutes before it starts to rain in the spring, The moment when you stop for a moment and realize the seasons have changed All my interests seem to have lead my to one of the things I like most about this world, Bays. She is the only person to ever hold my interest, to ever speak and have me NOT want to tear out her jugular to silence and incessant yapping. That's why I made her mine forever. She'll never leave me, she'll never be angered by others again like she was that day when she yelled and threw objects at me. Now she knows peace by my side. Maybe I'm being to easy, this world has much to hate. I dislike how people have domesticated felines, it seems unnatural to me that something meant to be so vicious and brutal could be contained until it was a small adorable fur ball. I hate the smell of gasoline that seems to loom over everything. I hate children at the age of seven, maybe that's why I tend to choose those ones to end so often. Little shits. I hate reality TV, it's just not entertaining. Are humans THIS stupid? I mostly just hate humans. There are a few exceptions like Bays and the great Billie Holiday, my favorite of their musicians, who tend to make me have faith, I'm fast with my words if you couldn't tell, very quick witted. There's something about me that seems to grip people, to give them a sense of safety...but that seems to come with being what I am. Unfortunately I have a habit of letting loose my superiority complex, not all agree with the way I think. I've got a skewed view from the rest of my race, I don't care about some universal plan, I care about myself and that's about all. I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRIGUING! Despite what one might believe, even one such as myself has parents. Shocking I know. Though of course they were nothing like what humans have. When I was born, my father proceeded to eat my mother and take me as his own. I hold no grudge, I barely knew the woman. He raised me in the way he saw fit, where I was more his protege than offspring. There was no affection from a demon, especially not one of the originals as my father was. He had expectations and I had to meet them. It all worked fairly well until we crossed paths with the damn angels who seemed to be wanting to start trouble with my father. I don't know what he had done and I don't care. All I know is that they took him from me, the one thing that was certain about the world and left me to rot. These beings are supposed to be pure, but yet they kill as indiscriminately as what is labeled 'Evil' When my father died I began to wander on my own, occupying my time with the whiles of the human world. I traveled the east coast of the US for a few decades, taking in the ocean before traveling to Europe (though that excursion didn't last longer than 5 years. minuscule really) By the time I reached the age of 200 I was growing tired. Everything was the same no matter where I went. it was the 1900's, the new century and here I was with nothing to do. I shifted through states but stayed in the US for the most part, trying to find anything to fill the void. I spent a lot of my time alone. It was a depressing time for me, while the world around me was evolving with every decade, I stayed the same and struggled to find a reason. In the fall I would go to the fields, destroy crops for amusement, but nothing seemed to really keep with me. It wouldn't be until it was nearly a new century for me that I met my reason. I'm not sure what brought me to Bays, but it's set course for me and given me something. That tiny 14 year old girl was just walking down the street by her own, no one at her side. And though I would have gladly eaten her in a heartbeat, there was something that made me refrain myself. Instead I spoke with her, I spoke with her every day that she walked home from school until we reached her front steps and she went off to do her homework. Again I had that familiarity in my life, a purpose. My purpose was to walk with that soft spoken and polite child every day. Nothing seems to last when you want it to. It had been 32 days that I walked her home from school when the accident happened. Bays was angrier than I had ever seen her (then again she only ever got about as angry as a chipmunk who dropped a nut) I tried to speak with her but she would yell and storm off. I persisted until she turned and began to yell, grabbing a pine cone and hitting me with it. I decided I would take her away from this. She would never be angry again if she was by my side. I could keep her from the human turmoil that upset her so that day. Of course she doesn't know what I did, no that would just kill her. She thinks I'm a ghost just like her now, who died in a car crash trying to save her life. She can never know I'm the one who took it. AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU? My name is Patricia Alexandra Talamo, Tricia for short if you will. I'm a senior in highschool in upstate NY and will be going to college in the fall to study Photography and Art therapy. I found this site through Jaden since she wanted me to join and play her characters Demon. I'm a music junky and most of the time, I need to be listening to either Coheed and Cambria of Fallout boy to post anything. RP SAMPLE "Step sixteen, attach cat's head and body and your piece is now complete." Rosalind read off monotonously as she stuck the two folded pieces of paper craft together with scotch tape and looked down at her newest creation with an emotionless stare. An Origami cat was her object of attention tonight, as she had received the book in a 'care package sent by her mother, seeing as though she didn't visit anymore. Tough a little rough around the edges, it sort of resembled a cat......minus eyes or any other facial characteristics. Scooting off of her bed, Rosalind made her was to a small box on a table which held large children's crayons. After a few alterations to the paper face it seemed a bit more, feline than before. Placing it, rather proudly, on the barred window sill aside at least seven others, she had found satisfaction with this one. It looked as though it had been made messily by a child, even with the simplicity that the book had offered on how to go about making it. The book had offered her a window of escape, something to occupy her for once, even if in turn she used it all up far too quickly. It didn't matter how late she stayed up doing these, she was at peace for a while and it made her calm. She would go until her paper was gone and then go to sleep until the next morning when she would ask for more. Whether they denied her request or not was another story in itself. She really didn't know what time it was anymore. It must have been very late, as the sounds of yelling inmates had died down to the occasional grumble. She really hadn't been up this late in a while in all honesty. Not since the last time she was sick at least, one of the nurses had to stay with her and force her to drink water so she wouldn't become dehydrated or something of the sort, Rosalind didn't really remember too much, only that she doesn't much like water anymore to drink. Sitting back down on the cot, she crossed her legs and pulled a piece of purple paper into her hands and began to flip through the book slowly to find which she would to next. After a good ten minutes of browsing through the kindergarten level projects, She settled on one that was supposed to resemble a rabbit's face. It was easy enough after all and she personally thought a rabbit would look good in purple. |
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