Post by ling on Jan 11, 2012 6:03:03 GMT -5
( ling yao )
[/color][/font]the real story
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( please state your name and who you're here with )[/color][/font]
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( so how old are you and when's your birthday? )[/color][/font]
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( where were you born and where do you live now? )[/color][/font]
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( what about your family, do you have any? )[/color][/font]
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( any other important people in your life? )[/color][/font]
May Chang is my younger sister and was once a rival in the competition for the Empire. Now that all of that is in the past we get along much better.
During my trip to Amestris I met a lot of amazing people but the two who stand out the most are definitely Edward and Alphonse Elric. I'm probably still annoying to them but after all of the adventures we had I can't help but feel grateful towards them. They saved my ass so many times and vice versa.
Greed. We didn't know each other for long but I came to love him. It's hard not to get to know someone quickly when you share a body. In the quiet moments in life I still feel this emptiness inside of me... like something's missing."[/SIZE]
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( what do you love? )[/color][/font]
I like to travel and wander about. Though it was a journey filled with pain there was also joy to be had in Amestris and since I have friends there now I can't help but have some love for the place.
If you take a peek into my rooms you'll also notice I have a large collection of antique swords. I've become a bit of a collector. You're impressed? Well a royal such as my self should have such sophisticated hobbies."[/SIZE]
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( what do you despise? )[/color][/font]
On a less serious note I'm not too fond of being arrested. The food in the Amestrian prisons at least is terrible. That's another thing I don't much like, bad food. For the most part anything free is good but some people should not be allowed to cook."[/SIZE]
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( what are some of your goals? )[/color][/font]
I don't often say it because it makes her uncomfortable but I would like to repay Lan Fan for all that she and her grandfather have done for me and for Xing. I know the debt can never be repaid but I'll die trying."[/SIZE]
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( finally, a bit about the player now )[/color][/font]
ideal contact method: PM
other characters played: None
how you found us: Proboards Support
roleplay sample:
"Hey kid!" Hestia looked from her place by the fire to the overly muscled camper who had called out to her so rudely. Foolish boy. Hestia's diminutive form certainly didn't inspire admiration or respect. She barely looked a day over 8 and her skinny arms and tousled hair certainly didn't intimidate. But she didn't mean to. She was the goddess of the home. Heer gaze was warm and welcoming.
Not now though.
Hestia blinked at the camper, her fiery eyes not relaying her disdain. She was quite used to campers not knowing that she was a goddess. Most seemed to think she was just another camper and honestly that was fine by her. As long as she could tend to her hearth she was content.
But there were times like these when she found herself slightly irritated. Perhaps even wrathful. But no. She was not that kind of god. Not one of war and destruction. Hestia was a goddess of warmth, of welcome, and soothing calm.
So she reached out to the fire, beckoning it to die down and rise as she saw fit and simply ignored the obnoxious camper.
But that apparently wasn't a good enough answer for him. The 9 year old's wrist was grabbed by the half-god and Hestia felt her hackles raising. This kid must be one of Ares' brats. Only he passed down such a nasty temper.
"I would suggest you let go of me boy." Hestia's eyes were positively glowing as the flames rose to lick at their hands. The demigod pulled away from the pain but she remained. Poor fool didn't seem to be immune to fire.
Hestia barely paid him any mind as her eyes turned back to the flames she was nursing. He was heading off with some curses thrown her way, something about stupid Hephaestus kids.
Oh well.
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