Mephistophelian
The Feind
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I don't mind at all! You just accept the fact, though, that this child will die more easily in harsh conditions, and might be weaker when faced with certain challenges. In all, though, I have no issue with people making characters at any age!herocomlex said:hi, just question is it okay if my character is a child?
I know it seems like unlikely but err, well I think it would be interesting to play?
Alright then!Cloud Nagasake]I completely finished my bio! [URL="https://www.rpnation.com/profile/25814-mephistophelian/ said:@Mephistophelian[/URL]
It's what I wanted and also not what I wanted. I'm so sorry, but for a post that will focus on detailed RP, I cannot allow this type of English. It was a tough call, and I am very sorry I had to do this, but it had to be done...herocomlex said:You chance upon a man in the street. A beggar. He shakes a pathetic cup at you, allowing the coins to rattle, mockingly, as he leers. As you near him, three words come to mind that would best describe this pitiful human: stink, stank, stunk.
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When the streets were dark, but there was enough light that no street lights were lit-
"Penny for a beggar," a startling voice said right in front of me, making me lose my step.
I hadn't noticed it first, but when I did....Oh, I could smell him too. The smell of death meat.
(I'm not a bad man, you know. I have paid my depths if more so. I have done my part.)
In its teeth was covered in mold and inside his eyes were this cold -
That think didn't look like a man anymore. More of just another big pile of trash that had been thrown away.
could smell its stink - the smell was polluting all the air around him.
Then -
Then he smiled whit his whole mouth, making everything worse.
Now it was sneering at me, rattling cup in his hands - making it sing unwanted music mockingly.
The man probably thought I was interested in giving him a money for the look of it. And I almost did, only to make him stop smiling for a second. But I kept myself straight, not didn't give in at the temptation.
So I kept walking, didn't listen it talking - step by step, farther away. Soon there was no dog and all my worries got away.
But as the street light went on, and further up.... there was the same Dog waiting, sitting in its own shit.
No, I'm not kidding.
It was the same man.
In the same position as I last saw him.
He was - once again - sneering at me, rattling its pathetic cup.
Just as excited as before.
This time, I stopped. I stopped and looked at that man.
Oh, I remember him.
The man looked different now than back then I killed him in an alley. It had been just like this night if I remembered correctly.
It seemed that even in its death he still stank like rotting meat he was.
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I wrote here, so .....that's that.
Probably not what you wanted... welp.