Post by ivan volkov on Oct 28, 2012 2:49:10 GMT -5
( Ivan Peter Volkov )
[/color][/font]the real story [/center]
( 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]
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( now on to the stuff about you. what do you look like? )[/color][/font]
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( what do you love? )[/color][/font]
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( what do you despise? )[/color][/font]
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( what are some of your goals? )[/color][/font]
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( tell us a bit about your personality? )[/color][/font]
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( tell us a bit about your history now )[/color][/font]
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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: Requiem of Geass affliates bar.
roleplay sample:
Ivan stood at on the platform, waiting for the train that would take him from North City to Central. Having nothing to do for now, he extended his right arm off to the side. The circle on his glove glowed slightly, and a swirl of ice crystals materialized underneath his outstretched palm before solidifying into a single shard of ice. It hovered for a moment before falling to the ground and shattering. A slight smile formed on his face he dropped his arm. Closing his eyes for a moment, he placed his right hand on the back of his neck and tilted his head slightly back as he rubbed his neck.
The train wasn’t going to get to the station for another half hour, and it was apparently running late on top of that. “God damn it….” He put his hands in his pockets and looked around the station, seeing nothing that particularly interested him.
About a minute later though, he felt the barrel of a gun press into his back, and a voice behind him said “Alright, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to give me anything of value that you have right now.” Ivan glanced over his shoulder at the man behind him. He slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket, then swung it behind him and grabbed the pistol, while activating his alchemy. The man leapt back as the gun froze in his hand. The man swore as he realized what had happened, and he ran off. Ivan let him go, a smile on his face that didn’t reach his cold eyes.[/SIZE]
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