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The Dusty Shelf
Toy with me, Toy with me, Toy with me...
Created on 2005-10-12 10:21:20 (#8524239), last updated 2005-10-12
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Basic Info| Name: | nostalgic_toy |
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| Birthdate: | 10-01 |
BioI'm your toy, your pretty little play thing.
Laying discarded, forgotten on the floor.
I'm your toy, your treasured childhood gem.
Alone beyond the reach of tender memories.
I'm your toy, your favourite little game.
Toy with me, Toy with me, Toy with me.
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Names: Kaijou, Kai.
Tittle: The faded memory
Age: (Assumed) younger then 18
Race: Shapeshifter
Marital Status: Single, lonely, forgotten.
Class: Necromancer
Place of Birth: Unknown.
Current Location: Alone, my pad.
Weapons: Dragon form; anything sharp and pointy on his body. Human: just about anything he can get his hands on.
Height: 5ft 2"
Appearance: Kaijou is a child. or so everyone thinks. maybe he is. maybe he's not. he has a swimmer's build and cherub's face. Blonde, grey eyed, and faintly tanned, he's often seen comfortable in baggy clothes, but not tasteless as such. pants and shirts long enough to hide his frame.
Other: Kai has reached his personal little stage of hatred. His recent escape from weeks, possibly months of unrelenting confinement and torture left him, well, really very quiet. His outlook on everything has changed, almost to a paranoid sense. and while he wont become schizoid on that tree's plans to kidnap and molest him, he won't trust anyone other then his three closest friends. Forgive me, Peices.
He was saved by his own hand, well, three of them in fact, after the longest time, and, still having a father, (whom in that time made as he saw, no effort to attempt to save or even trade for his freedom) considers himself an orphan. He won't be caught looking for sympathy in passing anymore, now wanting his own subtle revenge on his captor, and his own personal payback for his father's neglect.
This is not to say he's completely without empathy, having once been a ray of sunshine himself, he can, when known long enough, play a sardonic aqquaintance, or even in times of distress, a source of comfort. albeit that comfort is of a physical form and more self-gratyfying then helpful, It is his only knowledge of release.
Please note that this journal is for an RP use only, that the events, people, and places within are all FICTIONAL.
Laying discarded, forgotten on the floor.
I'm your toy, your treasured childhood gem.
Alone beyond the reach of tender memories.
I'm your toy, your favourite little game.
Toy with me, Toy with me, Toy with me.
Profile
Names: Kaijou, Kai.
Tittle: The faded memory
Age: (Assumed) younger then 18
Race: Shapeshifter
Marital Status: Single, lonely, forgotten.
Class: Necromancer
Place of Birth: Unknown.
Current Location: Alone, my pad.
Weapons: Dragon form; anything sharp and pointy on his body. Human: just about anything he can get his hands on.
Height: 5ft 2"
Appearance: Kaijou is a child. or so everyone thinks. maybe he is. maybe he's not. he has a swimmer's build and cherub's face. Blonde, grey eyed, and faintly tanned, he's often seen comfortable in baggy clothes, but not tasteless as such. pants and shirts long enough to hide his frame.
Other: Kai has reached his personal little stage of hatred. His recent escape from weeks, possibly months of unrelenting confinement and torture left him, well, really very quiet. His outlook on everything has changed, almost to a paranoid sense. and while he wont become schizoid on that tree's plans to kidnap and molest him, he won't trust anyone other then his three closest friends. Forgive me, Peices.
He was saved by his own hand, well, three of them in fact, after the longest time, and, still having a father, (whom in that time made as he saw, no effort to attempt to save or even trade for his freedom) considers himself an orphan. He won't be caught looking for sympathy in passing anymore, now wanting his own subtle revenge on his captor, and his own personal payback for his father's neglect.
This is not to say he's completely without empathy, having once been a ray of sunshine himself, he can, when known long enough, play a sardonic aqquaintance, or even in times of distress, a source of comfort. albeit that comfort is of a physical form and more self-gratyfying then helpful, It is his only knowledge of release.
Please note that this journal is for an RP use only, that the events, people, and places within are all FICTIONAL.
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