Post by bogie on Jan 31, 2011 20:38:12 GMT -5
fredrick earnest baldwin
character basics
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR
WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE, THERE'S NO TURNING BACK. EVEN WHILE
YOU SLEEP, WE WILL FIND YOU ACTING ON YOUR BEST BEHAVIOR
FULL NAME , Fredrick Earnest Baldwin
NICKNAMES , Bogie, Freds, Freddy.
AGE , twenty two.
BIRTHDAY , 02/27
SEXUALITY , gay (unless it's Ezzie...then that's a different story all together)
GRADE , junior in college.
OCCUPATION , vice president of Baldwin Global.
MEMBER GROUP , socialite.
hello, my name is BOGIE. i am NINETEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) AMAZING HUMAN BEING roleplayer. i found this site through YOUR MOTHER'S CHEST HAIR. so, here's an example of my average post:
Generally, this wasn't her thing. Killing a human was strictly forbidden where she came from unless it was through the traditional hunt in which the entire pack participated. If not, they ate mostly animals from rabbits to pigs to birds to livestock. According to their moon goddess, the human who lay dead before her shouldn't have been killed. His stomach shouldn't be torn open. He shouldn't have a vacant look in his eyes. She could almost hear the elders of her pack repeating the words they always chanted before every single hunt, "În ochii Selenei, am fost odată umane. Pentru a ucide un muritor este de a ucide propriul nostru." In the eyes of Selene, we were once human. To kill a mortal is to kill our own. So as she threw dirt onto the body with the shovel with ease, she frowned and her neat eyebrows came together. Even drenched in the light of the crescent moon he looked ghastly and all she wanted to do was finish this stupid thing. That was another part of their religious tradition: burying the body. It was considered unthinkable to simply leave a mortal body lying around after the hunt was finished and they had their fill. Mortals were delicacies and thus, they had to be treated as thus: fragile, beautiful, vulnerable...
But could she really follow such mundane traditions when she wasn't even one of her own kind anymore? She was an abomination. The elders always spoke of others who were not mortal or lycans and that they were creations of evil-Selene did not approve of them. She became one of them and in her eyes, in the eyes of Selene, she fell out of grace of the only god they ever knew. In this land, in America, everything was different than in Romania. Nothing, at all was the same. As the patted down the earth so it was tightly packed instead of soft, she put the tiny wooden cross at the head and closed her eyes gently, "Sub lumina călăuzitoare a Selenei, eu vă mulţumesc şi veţi reveni la pământ de la care ai venit." Under the guiding light of Selene, I thank you and return you to the earth from which you came.
She spoke the words in a low voice, her accent strong as the Romanian words rolled off her practiced tongue with ease. Running her fingers through her golden hair, she frowned once again at the realization that she had lost her gray hat while on her little hunt. She only went on the hunt once a month if she was going to destroy the person completely the way she did. She made sure not to leave any traces behind minus her old habit of burying the body and performing the usual ritual. With a grace unlike any other, she was soon on the paved road that wound through the cemetery, her heels clicking as she held the shovel on her thin shoulder. She was lean, her flat abdomen visible because of her small bralet and low rise leather pants. She abandoned her coat on top of the victim's body, mainly his face, because she couldn't bare looking at them. She always tried to make it quick and painless but death was never painless when one was getting killed in such a manner. Funny how she wore a cross around her neck so it laid right between her perky breasts which weren't too big or too small. At a height of five feet nine inches, she looked practically like an angel - her golden skin and bright sapphire eyes ready to make anyone freeze over or melt on the spot.
She let the sounds of the tranquil night filter into her ears, not pierced because piercings were against their pack tradition...as well as tattoos. The body they were given was to remain the way it was. That was all. They were to be grateful and not vain. As expected, her ears perked at the sound of a twig breaking, the soft thud of feet-with shoes-on the soft earth and then the pavement. She stood still and closed her eyes gently, sucking in the air through her nostrils to take the scent in. Her face remained cold, indifferent to the one that had been following her for a good week now. She already grew accustomed to the scent...though she didn't know who it was and never saw them for sure. She simply let them follow her. If they wanted her dead they would have tried by now. .
But could she really follow such mundane traditions when she wasn't even one of her own kind anymore? She was an abomination. The elders always spoke of others who were not mortal or lycans and that they were creations of evil-Selene did not approve of them. She became one of them and in her eyes, in the eyes of Selene, she fell out of grace of the only god they ever knew. In this land, in America, everything was different than in Romania. Nothing, at all was the same. As the patted down the earth so it was tightly packed instead of soft, she put the tiny wooden cross at the head and closed her eyes gently, "Sub lumina călăuzitoare a Selenei, eu vă mulţumesc şi veţi reveni la pământ de la care ai venit." Under the guiding light of Selene, I thank you and return you to the earth from which you came.
She spoke the words in a low voice, her accent strong as the Romanian words rolled off her practiced tongue with ease. Running her fingers through her golden hair, she frowned once again at the realization that she had lost her gray hat while on her little hunt. She only went on the hunt once a month if she was going to destroy the person completely the way she did. She made sure not to leave any traces behind minus her old habit of burying the body and performing the usual ritual. With a grace unlike any other, she was soon on the paved road that wound through the cemetery, her heels clicking as she held the shovel on her thin shoulder. She was lean, her flat abdomen visible because of her small bralet and low rise leather pants. She abandoned her coat on top of the victim's body, mainly his face, because she couldn't bare looking at them. She always tried to make it quick and painless but death was never painless when one was getting killed in such a manner. Funny how she wore a cross around her neck so it laid right between her perky breasts which weren't too big or too small. At a height of five feet nine inches, she looked practically like an angel - her golden skin and bright sapphire eyes ready to make anyone freeze over or melt on the spot.
She let the sounds of the tranquil night filter into her ears, not pierced because piercings were against their pack tradition...as well as tattoos. The body they were given was to remain the way it was. That was all. They were to be grateful and not vain. As expected, her ears perked at the sound of a twig breaking, the soft thud of feet-with shoes-on the soft earth and then the pavement. She stood still and closed her eyes gently, sucking in the air through her nostrils to take the scent in. Her face remained cold, indifferent to the one that had been following her for a good week now. She already grew accustomed to the scent...though she didn't know who it was and never saw them for sure. She simply let them follow her. If they wanted her dead they would have tried by now. .